#The anatomy and clothes are off but I think it's going in a good direction for what I want out of her character

[afamiliarart]

Here are some incredibly misc and awkward doodles I did while getting back into some fun stuff after just... Oh so much wintertime sadness that kept me from drawing. Felt my eyes have gotten a bit similar lately, looked at some other artists, found something I liked. Eventually!

Ignore the proportions I was not thinking lol.

But actually if anybody does have any thoughts on the giant woman character design please shout! I was mostly trying to pin down a vibe so the clothes are definitely placeholders here. Doesn't have to be any analytical thoughts, "good" or "nothing special" is fine

[oatmealwrites]

NSFW Holiday Hoes: [Frat JJK AU] Megumi x Reader

Holiday Traditions!

Vet Student! Frat Member! Megumi x F!Reader

Megumi's always been called the total scrooge of Christmas despite never having a stable family to celebrate the holidays with. Though this year he's hoping to make some good memories with you... even if you do drag him to go ice skating despite his protests.

note: reader and Megumi ARE IN COLLEGE. I will NOT write ANY nsfw jjk fics w the students unless they are aged up to their 20s.

Tags: porn with plot, friends to lovers, down bad Megumi, Yuji and Nobara cockblock, sweet toothache fluff at first, mentions of arousal & masturbation, megumi calls reader 'angel', oral [f receiving], female anatomy, p in v, protection used!, condom, missionary, legs on shoulders, aftercare, established relationship at end, MDNI, 18+

Holiday Hoes Masterlist

regular masterlist

not totally proofread

Word count: 9.9k (im cooking again, maybe)

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The fluff of a certain white-haired dog sticks to your shirt as you read out the answers from the mock exam back to Yuji and Nobara who look more sullen with each question you reveal. Snacks and soft drinks litter the kitchen of the apartment and both of Megumi’s dogs circle the table like sharks waiting for stray scraps.

  Yuji places a firm ‘X’ on the last answer and throws his hands up in exasperation, “This is insane! Surely you’re reading the answer key wrong!”

  You look down at the paper before turning to the man on your right, handing Megumi the mock exam answer sheet and now carefully peeling tufts of fur from your shirt. Nobara compares her sheet with Yuji, silently cursing as she notices their tied score for 4/25. 

  “Nope, she did it right,” Megumi places the sheet of paper across from his two friends, “You two just failed. Again.”

  A pity giggle escapes your lips and Megumi looks over in your direction, the ghost of a blush on his cheeks before he returns a solemn face to the pair. 

  “Argh! This is impossible.”

“Really! The prof has to curve it!” “No one in the class is doing well either.”

“I heard people will file complaints for his lack of teaching.”

  Nobara and Yuji go back and forth spouting excuses for their poor scores, blaming everything and everyone but themselves for a lack of preparation.

  “Enough,” Megumi pushes back from the table and scratches the head of the large black dog at his feet before collecting the stray cans that had accumulated, “If you two fail this exam you’re going to be sitting for retakes.”

  The air is deflated from the two, and they immediately sink onto the table in worry and self-pity while you watch Megumi step on the pedal of the recycling bin and dump the aluminum inside. His hair is still messy from bed and his clothes are loungewear of university sweatpants and an oversized band sweatshirt from a concert Yuji and Nobara had dragged him to last semester. 

  “Ah it won’t be so bad! How many days do you have until the final?” You stand up and collect empty wrappers, silently passing them to Megumi in an effort to assist in the clean up.

  Nobara taps her finger to her chin, “Hmmm I think it mentioned it in the syllabus ... .Friday maybe?”

You stop short, “Three days!? And you just now began studying?”

  Megumi sighs and watches Yuji sheepishly play with the white dog’s fur, hiding behind the clouds of hair that fly up from the action, “I’m not surprised.”

  You wince and lift the answer key back up again, “Well I’m not much help considering our different majors, but I’ll keep reviewing the concepts with you until you have a better understanding.”

  Yuji and Nobara shoot up and raise their hands in gratitude.

  “Thank you!”

“So kind!!”

“I’ll do any favor you want.”

“Just say the words-”

  “–Hey,” Megumi points to the answer sheet with one long finger, his eyes narrowing at both of them, “Don’t take advantage of Y/N’s kindness. She’s willing to help you out but that doesn’t mean you can slack off the entire day and not take this seriously.”

  “I am taking this seriously!” Yuji shoots back, his eyes wide with passion and determination, “The resit exam is the same evening as the holiday frat function!”

“We can’t miss it!”

  Megumi nearly deflates from the response and resorts to picking up the TV remote and flipping through the channels in the connected living room, uninterested in any other argument that they have to offer. You turn back to Yuji and Nobara who are actively planning their evening plan for the function, the exam completely forgotten.

  “Do you guys have a party for everything?”

  Yuji snaps back and grins wide, “Yea isn’t it great? I heard Nanamin is making cookies for this one!”

  Nobara ‘oooos’ and begins recalling the best cookies her childhood friend had brought her from a trip to Tokyo while you sit at the table and reconsider your choices in life. Megumi slides the remote onto the kitchen counter and looks at the TV before standing next to you and breaking the commotion. 

  “If you two are going to be unfocused at least make this an honest break. Let Y/N and I also rest in the meantime.”

  You look up to him with a slight smile as if to say ‘thanks’ and turn back to Yuji who is already standing from the table and stretching. Nobara follows suit, opening her phone and scrolling a few times before checking the time.

  “Hey Yuji– let’s go to the convenience store. I’m hungry.”

“Huhhh? Didn’t you eat earlier?”

  Nobara shoots him a glare and Yuji raises his hands up in defeat, not wanting an argument to break out before the clock has even hit noon. You take this chance to stand up and stretch as well, a slight grumble emitting from your stomach. 

  “Why don’t we go by that new cafe that just opened up? I think it’s only a few blocks down the road and I’ve been dying to try it.”

  Yuji and Nobara exchange a glance between each other before turning to Megumi who holds their stare. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes hold enough to show a small indication to something only known between the three of them. 

  It’s not unfamiliar, the three of them are much closer to each other considering their shared time in high school, though the feeling is still as isolating as ever. You look between each of them, wondering what the inside reference could possibly be before Yuji speaks up and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, “Ahh that cafe? Maybe some other time Y/N… we’re just getting snacks for now.”

  You force your lips into a tight grin and nod once, trying your best to not let the feeling of disappointment be heard in your voice, “Oh ok. Pick me up a Red Bull and some chips?”

  Nobara smiles once and the two shuffle on their winter jackets before making a promise ‘it’ll only be 30 minutes’ and heading out of the apartment door. Megumi retreats back into the living and sits on the sofa while you take a moment to admire the coziness of the atmosphere. Yuji was the one who insisted their shared apartment needed to be decorated for the holidays and Nobara had offered to assist in setting up. Colorful winter lights are hanging along the border of the ceiling, small stockings that Jin had mailed Yuji hang under the TV using command hooks and push pins, and a semi-alive tree sits in the corner with every branch holding an ornament. 

  You walk up to the couch and sit on the other side of Megumi, shuffling around to look for a fallen throw blanket to cover your legs with. The dogs move to lay in their respective beds, enjoying the sunlight that comes pouring into from the windows for their midafternoon nap.

  “Are you cold? You can have a pair of my sweatpants if you need.”

You shuffle and pull the blanket over your leggings, the edge of your oversized JJK frat t-shirt from a function you assisted in running reaching your mid-thigh, “It’s alright, but I might need to take you up on a sweatshirt later though.”

Megumi smiles gently at you before peeling his eyes off yours and back to the TV which was now playing a cheesy Hallmark flic. The main love interests are currently holiday gift shopping for their mutual friend together, though it’s painfully obvious the male lead is beyond jealous. The cliche of it all is enough to make you roll your eyes, but before you can give a coy remark you catch Megumi’s stare at the screen. 

  His face is the same it usually is, attentive but uninterested, yet despite that he makes no move to change the channel or shut the TV off. Dark, nearly navy blue eyes, stare between the two characters almost longingly, as if he was watching something he could never have. 

  Though all other indicators of his body language show otherwise, feet planted on the ground as if he were to stand up at any moment and fingers twitching like he may reach for the remote again.

  “You don’t like this movie?” 

“Hmm–”, He turns and looks over at you for a moment, slightly pink from catching him off guard, before turning back to the TV. “Oh, more like I find it… unrealistic? Maybe that’s the word...”

  “Oh yea I agree. I mean who goes Christmas shopping with their crush for another guy? So cheesy.”

  Megumi furrows his brows and shakes his head lightly, his eyes not leaving the movie couple who are now arguing but show nothing but desire on their faces, “Sorry, maybe it wasn’t the best word. I guess unrelatable fits it better.”

  You don’t say anything instead of a slight ‘hmm’ for him to continue.

  Megumi sighs and shrugs his shoulders, motioning to the array of holiday decor scattered across the apartment but stopping short when his hand nearly reaches your direction, “I just don’t have the same association you guys do with this time of year. Holiday parties with friends and family, decorating trees with tacky music in the background, going on da-”

  He cuts himself off and stares at the screen for an extra moment before turning to you earnestly,  “Yuji always calls me a scrooge but… I just don’t see the point. It’s not like I grew up experiencing it.”

  Fuck. Great, just great. Try to make small talk and accidentally bring up family trauma. Another reminder to never go into the psychology or therapy majors. 

  “Oh, yea I guess that’s fair,” you snuggle into the blanket further and try your hardest to ignore the pouty form of his lips and the way his hair kisses the apples of his cheeks every time he moves his head. “Are you going to the frat function at least?”

  “Huh?” Megumi opens his mouth in awe and raises an eyebrow, “No way.”

“Really? You’re seriously not going?”

“Well..” he rubs the back of his neck annoyed, a slight twitch in his eyebrow, “Satoru is my big… I have no doubt he’ll try to drag me there anyways.”

  You giggle and the large white-haired dog stands up from its bed with a long stretch and quick shake before placing its head in your lap and waiting for attention. 

  “Could be fun~”

“Maybe..” Megumi mumbles as he watches your fingers run through the hair of his beloved pet, soft coos and kisses leaving your lips as you look at the dog with admiration. The same longing look creeps onto his face as he watches you, an almost pained expression as he listens to the soft praises he so desperately wants to hear be directed at him instead of the canine in front of you.

  “I guess I just don’t see why this time of year has to be any different than any other season..”

  You shrug, still petting the dog and scratching behind its ears, “I mean besides the vibes… it is colder. So better for staying close and warm?”

  Megumi pauses and stares at you with a slight blush before the implication of your words sinks in and you raise your hands in protest, “Not like that but I mean… It is cuffing season… which is unrelated! Hahah… when is Yuji back? It’s been 30 minutes right?”

  Your words are fumbled and rushed together while Megumi blinks slowly and gently grins, a warm glow on his cheeks, “Well, what do you like to do this time of year then?”

  You bring your hands down and rest them back on the fur of the dog, though your attention is still focused on Megumi, “Hmmm, ice skating?”

  “Ice skating? Sounds menial.”

“What? It’s super hard at first but also really fun!”

“It's just rollerblading on ice… how is that holiday themed anyways?”

  You pause and cross your arms, “Geez, you were the one who asked for my opinion..”

Megumi pauses for a moment and turns back to the TV for a split second, looking at the way the couple is now sharing a passionate kiss having revealed their true affection for one another. 

  “Let’s go.”

Megumi turns his attention back to you in slight shock, “What?”

“Let’s go ice skating. I’ll show you it can be fun.”

“I already know it won’t be. We can save the money for admission by agreeing to that now.”

  You roll your eyes and nearly give up on the idea, your heart slightly retracting at the borderline rejection and go to kiss the dog another light air-kiss. Megumi watches and sucks in a breath, “I mean.. I guess we can give it a try.”

  “Really?” Your eyes shoot open and your hand leaves the head of the dog to the armrest of the couch to support your body as you pivot to face him fully, “I’ll show you how fun it can be. I bet all of us will have a great time!”

  Megumi sinks back into his chair slightly, taking short glimpses at the TV couple with an uneasy expression now written on his face.

“All of us?”

“... I mean.. I thought you would want to invite Yuji and Nobra.”

  He takes the corner of his bottom lip between his canines and bites for a second, the white-haired dog now meandering over to him for attention and placing its head in his lap. Megumi pets it absentmindedly, lost in thought before turning to you, “I’ve already done decorating with Nobara and watched a million ‘classic’ movies with Yuji… if it’s alright I’d like to just do this with you.. And see why you like it so much.”

OH MY G-. stay calm. This is cool. This is totally chill and totally platonic. Right? right.

  “Yea, I’d like that.”

  Megumi smiles earnestly and an invisible weight can almost be seen lifting off his shoulders at your response. He nods once and turns back to the movie, your bodies still positioned close to each other and only separated by the thin fuzzy throw blanket. Despite the sunlight pouring in from the windows, the array winter lights reflect a warm rainbow of colors on his hair and the chill of the winter air makes you snuggle into the fabric deeper. Before he can open his mouth again there’s a shuffle in front of the apartment door and Yuji swings it open with Nobara following him closely. 

  “Alright guys! Got the goods!”

  Yuji kicks off his sneakers next to the shoe rack and shimmies out of his jacket while Nobara empties the contents of the plastic bag onto the kitchen table. Megumi sighs and stands up, waiting for you and folds the throw blanket once you rise from the couch. With a slight yawn you open the plastic folder on the table and take out the second mock-exam for the final before passing it to Nobara and Yuji. 

  Yuji lifts his pencil and stares at this paper with determination, “This time– we’ll pass it!”

  ~~~~~~~~~~

Friday comes faster than you expected, having been so busy assisting Yuji and Nobara with their exam review and running around various shopping malls to finish up last minute holiday shopping that the text message from Megumi indicating he could pick you up at 2pm nearly causes cardiac arrest. 

  He follows through on his promise, picks you up from your apartment promptly at 2pm, and raises an eyebrow when you suggest playing holiday music during the drive to ‘set the mood’. 

“Nonsense… Christmas..? Are you sure this is classic holiday music?”

“Yep! Listen to it every year.”

  Megumi shrugs as you two make small talk about campus events, future frat functions, and winter break plans; enjoying the company of each other and a slight burn on your cheeks from how easy everything seemed with him. After only 20 minutes he pulls the car into the parking lot of the ice rink and gives you one last look of ‘are we really doing this?’ before sliding out of the car and opening your door. 

  It’s busy but not overcrowded, the two of you only waiting about 5 minutes to pay admission, which Megumi insists on paying for you, and grabbing a pair of rental skates. The two of you walk to the edge of the rink and admire the ice for a moment; Megumi walks on the skates with perfect balance and grace making you wonder if he’ll be skating circles around you in no time. 

  You take to the ice first, sliding on it a few times before planting both skates and moving a few arm’s lengths away from the entrance and turning to watch Megumi. He stares at the ice and grips the edge of the wall, mirroring how you had felt the ice before pushing off with both feet towards the center. 

  You watch in awe at first at the way he glides further down the ice, before he lifts a leg to push off and immediately crashes down onto the rink. The ice pushes his body so he slides into the wall with a ‘thud’ and it takes all of your personal resolve to not immediately lean over and cackle.

  “Oh my– pfft-  Are you? Heheh Are you ok?”

“People find this fun?”

  You stand next to Megumi and offer a hand, which he wastes no time in taking, and pull him to his feet so he can balance against the wall. 

  “It’s fun to me.”

“Yea, probably funny watching me fall.”

  The cold air nips at your cheeks and nose, painting them a pale pink while you dust off some of the ice from his jacket; the moment is so wholesome you can’t even think about anything else besides the man in front of you and his lack of balance. 

  “Come on~ try again ok?”

Megumi sighs but listens regardless, pushing off the wall and immediately falling back down, scowling when a small child easily glides past him without any help at all. The cycle repeats a few times, and by the 4th time he falls, the confidence and patience in the activity is nearly drained. 

  “Ok, how about this?” You drag him up again, as you’ve been doing the whole time, but this time you don’t let go of his arm. “It seems like you prefer holding onto the wall… so why don’t you just hold on to me?”

  “Huh?”

  You skate outwards and drag his body off the wall, watching the way his face goes from flinching to fascination when he doesn’t immediately topple over. An arm wrapped around his bicep, as he always been this fit?, you gently guide the man down the ice. Megumi doesn’t miss the way your eyes are looking everywhere but him and the intense blush on your face that is surely mirroring his own; he swallows thickly and leans into your touch slightly, trying to memorize the way it feels to have you wrapped around his arm as if your bodies were made to fit together. 

  “See? Not too bad right?”

  Megumi looks down at you and grins, though holds his sarcastic tone for the bit, “Mmmm I guess it could be worse..”

  You gently nudge him and laugh while he lets out a few chuckles and matches moving his legs at the same interval as your own. A fast learner, you both manage to do an entire lap around the rink without falling over, though a few wobbles on a particularly beat up patch of ice causes his grip on you to intensify. 

  “You’re a natural.”

“Only able to do this because you’re here with me.”

  Looking up at Megumi it would be impossible to miss the way he’s staring at you, admiration and honesty on his face while his gaze swaps between your eyes and your lips. Excitement coursing through you now, your head subconsciously leans in when his hand dips from your shoulder to waist and pulls you closer into his body. 

  About to shut your eyes, your body jerks when the same small child from earlier glides right past Megumi, but close enough to make him flinch and stumble. In slow motion, he topples to the ground and drags you along with him, hitting the ice with a combined ‘thud’ as you land side by side and still wrapped into each other. 

  “I… I’m so sorry! Are you hurt-”

  Tears break from your eyes and laughter leaves your lips loudly without any care, the entire situation being too funny and cliche to elicit any other kind of reaction from you. Megumi chokes on his words and watches you with his eyes wide and lips parted; any resentment towards the annoying kid for ruining the moment instantly dissipates as he gets lost in the sound of your laughter. 

  “You’re ok?”

“Hmm?” You wipe a tear and sit up on the ice, Megumi's arms still wrapped around you as they were earlier to break to your fall, “Yea I’m fine. This is just part of learning and it’s hilarious.”

  His face is bright red and before he can lean in again, in an attempt to re-do the one thing he’s been aching to do for months now, a whistle blows signaling the end of the open session. Looking up at the time you wonder how 2 hours could fly by so fast before standing up and pulling your companion to his feet right after. 

  “What do you usually do after ice skating?”

You glide to a halt and step off the ice and onto the mats on the floor, offering Megumi a hand when he follows suit, “Hot cocoa? We can make some and watch a movie?”

  The man at your close side, closer than usual, slides out his phone and checks the time, “That sounds good. Yuji and Nobara are still on campus for a while.”

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  Your lips hover above the rim of the mug, blowing steam away from the beverage before taking a sip and sighing at the familiar flavor. Another cheesy holiday romance movie plays in the living room while you lean against the kitchen counter and watch Megumi pour himself a hot chocolate. Silently you pass him the toppings—whipped cream, marshmallows, and chocolate syrup—while he raises an eyebrow at you and mumbles about ‘getting a stomach ache’ before adding them into his mug. 

  “So… how was ice skating? 1 through 10 ranking.”

Megumi winces at the sweet flavor of the beverage and leans his weight into the counter next to you, so close that the scent of his laundry detergent fills your senses. 

  “Well I did fall a lot..but,” he looks off with a slight blush and coughs slightly. “I guess it’s not so bad given the company.. Maybe a 6?”

  “I’ll take a 6. You know the more you do it the better you get? We can go again next weekend if you're free.”

  Megumi watches as you sip on your hot cooca, eyes lingering on the way your face lights up at the same flavor he can’t seem to digest without getting a toothache; he takes another sip regardless, wanting to experience it the same way you certainly were. You don’t pay any attention until the feeling of a paper napkin is wiping your cheeks at the whipped cream that had rubbed off against your face with your last sip. 

  Smiling up at Megumi and aching to slow your increased heart rate, you take the napkin and wipe off any remnant while he continues staring at you; lips part and close again as if he were constantly trying to start a sentence before backpedaling and remaining silent. This particular holiday movie in the background shows two friends attempting to make a gingerbread house, though their touches against each other are anything other than platonic. 

  Megumi watches it for a moment before inhaling slowly and resolving himself to finish what he keeps trying to start, “I want to do that again. Go ice skating with you again. But…”

  A deep breath escapes his lips and you internally prepare for rejection. 

  It’s fine… just happened to misread the situation. If he doesn’t want anything more… it’s just something to accept and move on… even if it hurts like a bitch. 

  “I have to come clean about this-” he places his mug on the counter and looks intently at you, “I accepted the offer as if it were something friendly… like two friends just hanging out,” you wince but he continues, “But in all honesty I wanted it to be different. For us to be different.”

  He pushes off the counter and moves forward to face you head on, “I’m sorry about my intentions… and lack of clarity for them but..” he pushes a chunk of his hair back in frustration at the way he keeps getting caught in his words and the strands fall right back into the same place, “I just can’t sit here with you drinking hot cocoa, watching movies, going ice skating and feeling you hold onto me and pretend to feel something platonic when the only thing I want is for us to be anything but that.”

  Huh? HUH?

  Megumi stands in front of you, waiting for anything to leave your lips at his words, and cringes at himself for the lack of clarity in the way he worded everything. The black-haired dog nudges into his leg waiting for a treat or some attention, but he stands motionless waiting for your response. 

  “I think I understand…and I feel the same. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly wish ice skating was a date.”

“It could be.”

  You look up at Megumi who watches you with eyes full of a different kind of longing than they hold during the movie; his eyes watch you carefully as if at any moment you could back pedal and crush his vulnerable heart.  

  “What do you mean?”

“Well..” he takes the mug from your hands and places it on the counter next to his, “we can mark this one down as our first?”

  His voice is gentle and sweet, his eyes searching yours for reciprocation when you resolve to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for a kiss. There’s a slight sigh through his nose at the feeling, soft lips move against yours, and your hands tangle in his messy dark hair. You both break away for a moment, taking in the realness of the situation before connecting at the mouth once more and pulling each other in closer to solidify the mutual decision. 

  Tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss further, his lips move in sync against yours while his hands rest politely on your back. A whimper escapes his mouth when your hands leave from the mess of his hair and reach around to grab his knuckles and push down to rest his palms on your hips. The sound of his earlier disposition melts into a moan when he’s given permission to sink his fingertips into the flesh of your hips and waist, relishing in the moment he’s been dreaming of. 

  His hands massage the flesh and occasionally dip down just a liiittleee lower to grab at the upper curve of your ass; your lips break and reconnect with more force. With a slight tug on his hair and knead of your ass, his tongue pokes out to break a testing swipe across your bottom lip. Instantly you part open your mouth just a bit wider to feel the hot muscle of his tongue push against your own, teeth occasionally clacking from the awkward angle before you both find momentum. 

  Megumi hums into the motion, addicted to running his tongue against yours, savoring the sweet flavor of the hot chocolate. 

  “I don’t mind that much…” Megumi mumbles, breaking from the kiss for a short moment before reconnecting his lips and taking a firm squeeze of your flesh in his hand, “the taste of that sugary drink” kiss “isn’t bad when I’m tasting it off you..”

  Knees nearly weak at the comment and a blush intense across your face, you drag his face into yours with more pressure, trying to hide the embarrassment from his admission. He chuckles and pushes you into the counter further, chasing your lips before a firm sensation pushes into your pelvis and Megumi backs up awkwardly.

  Awkwardly pivoting and nearly tripping on the fluffy black dog that was sitting behind his feet, Megumi catches his balance and looks off to the side and brings his hands up in apology.

  “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean… I hope… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable..”

  You struggle to follow until your eyes trace past the worry on his lips and slight tremble of his finger tips before sinking further to the obvious erection straining against the fabric of his left upper thigh. He shifts his weight uncomfortably and shoves his hands into the pocket of his jeans, pushing the fabric up to avoid the obvious bulge that grows with the heightened sexual tension. 

  You feel the slick of your own arousal seep into the cotton fabric of your panties and you clench achingly around nothing. Megumi pants deeply but refuses to make eye contact, silently wondering if he had pushed things too far and broken a boundary by his body’s reaction. 

  Your mouth feels so dry and your throat is growing tight from the carnal desire building. “N-no… you didn’t make me uncomfortable at all..”

  Megumi breaks his gaze from the TV screen and looks back at you, hair disbelieved more than usual and pupils blown wide as he listens to your response. Shit he’s powerless against that stare, well against all of you in truth. Anything you want he’d do, every word he’d listen to; that same hypnotic spell you placed him under the first time Yuji had introduced the both of you.

  “Y-yea? It’s ok?”

  You nod and drag him back into you, hovering your lips. Surely you could just keep kissing and ignore right? How hard could that be? Haha… we’ll just ignore it…

  You reconnect your lips and his hands make no hesitation to rest on your hips again while your hands tangle in his hair before tugging the material of his sweatshirt closer to you. It’s as if he’s drunk, all the plans he had on wooing you are thrown out the window as soon as his skin touches yours.

  The plan, the original plan, he had was to impress you at ice skating and maybe even hold your hand during it. That failed, so he resorted to your proposal of hot chocolate and a movie, an opportunity to ask you out, but this time as something more. Even then he couldn’t muster up the courage until you offered to go ice skating again. 

  You groan against the muscle of his tongue while his hips grind against your pelvis, the friction his body craved finally getting a taste. 

  No. Megumi knows he has to make a move here; tired of the way he usually sits back and lets life do what it wants with him. It takes Yuji and Nobara dragging him out of the house to actually doing something, and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let the one girl he’s actually liked kiss him without knowing exactly what he’s been thinking and feeling all this time.

  Walking his dogs together, grabbing lunch on campus, fuck even Satoru teasing him countless times at functions for acting like a needy virgin when he stared helplessly at you; begging for an once of attention as if he were a dog.

  Megumi pushes into you further, his hand going south to grab your ass and kneed the flesh before his lips break yours and his mouth sucks hard and fat spots onto the side of your neck.

  “Fuck.. Megumi—“

  His tongue swipes the skin before he sinks his teeth in hungrily, mind going fuzzy from desire and arousal. Every time his name leaves your lips, his teeth sink in just a little bit harder and his cock twitches painfully from within his jeans.

  You’re nearly squished between his erection and the corner of the counter, in an effort to breathe you take a step back but Megumi immediately follows suit, mumbling into your neck “Haaa.. don’t run… please angel…”

  He grabs your hips steady and reconnects your lips, continuously grinding against you, making no effort to hide the way his body was begging for more. Further crushed between the force of his pelvis and the cool counter, you take a hand down from his hair and place it flat against his chest, pushing back.

  Megumi allows himself to be swayed back, momentarily worrying if you would call it off here before you tug on the hem of his sweatshirt. “We can… go upstairs?” You turn to the counter and laugh dryly, “It might give us some more room?”

  A shiver runs down his spine and Megumi exhales shakily at the thought while his cheeks puff with every breath. “That’s alright?”

  Immediately he thinks of his room, is it messy? Did he pick his clothes up off the floor? Would you notice a very obvious box of tissues and lube on his night stand? 

  Before he can continue internally worrying about the state of his bedroom, you take him by the hand and nod, mirroring the same face drunken with desire, “yea… I want to.”

  Megumi’s brain nearly short circuits at the admission and his body moves towards his bedroom, dragging you behind him, Ok.. this is happening… act casual.

  His palms halts on the door knob for a moment, silently wondering when the last time he shaved was, if his deodorant was still working, and– “Oh..”

  As soon as he opens the door, both dogs nudge past your legs and get comfortable on his bed and floor, looking up at him as they would every evening routine. Boner still uncomfortable in his jeans with his hands now on your waist while your panties are sopping wet, you both exchange uncomfortable glances.

  “Alright.. Sorry..”

Megumi shuffles over and picks up the white-haired dog from his bed while you corral the other out of the door; only stopping once both are shooed back into the living room. Megumi sighs and clicks the door shut before turning back to you; instead of an awkward small talk over the fact his dogs are cockblocks, he resolves to grab your waist with one hand, cradling your neck in the other, and pulling you into a kiss. 

  Your brain returns to its dizzy and fuzzy state, crawling backwards onto the plush mattress of his bed when Megumi guides you to it, his lips never leaving yours. Fingers leaving the dip of your hips, his hands gently push your back flat while he remains standing between your legs and dips his head down into your neck.

  Cool fingers play with the hem of your sweater and admire the warmth of the skin of your navel before playing with the elastic of your leggings. His kisses are lighter than the bruising ones from earlier but each movement of his lips leaves goosebumps on your skin.

  “Can I…” he swallows and stands upright, pinching his fingers between the elastic of your leggings, “take these off?”

  Heart pounding in your chest and mind fuzzy with desire, you nod once and watch the way he gently tugs the fabric down and motions for you to raise your hips; pulling them past the curve of your thighs and down your ankles before throwing them haphazardly behind him. 

  Your breath stops as his movements halt, embarrassment burning on your face as he stares at the dark blue cotton that’s stained an even darker color from the amount of slick saturating the fabric. “Oh wow.. Angel..”

  The new pet name barely registers in your head before a finger glides up and down the fold of your pussy, occasionally pushing against the wet patch to see how much more the fabric could sop up before it leaked onto his finger. You shiver and whimper with each stroke of his finger, flexing your hips when his other hand moves to rub circles around your clit through your panties.

  “Aaaa… M-Megumi..”

  Your head is thrown back when he finally hooks his fingers along the waistband and tugs the underwear down to meet your leggings on his bedroom floor. He splays your thighs open with a strong grip on your legs and stares for a moment once more before leaning down to place open mouth kisses along the flesh. One particularly fresh bruise on the side of your thigh gets a few extra kisses, as if an apology from Megumi for pulling you to the ice and causing the small injury. 

  Impatient hands tangle in his hair as you attempt to tug him to where you need him the most, “Please.. Megumi.. Need you…”

  And who was he to resist you? In the same hypnotic trance, he kneels against the edge of his bed and groans slightly at the pressure against his cock before licking a long stripe up your pussy. Nails scraping his scalp and head leaning into the plush blanket on his bed, Megumi wastes no time licking several more long stripes. 

  It’s the girl he’s been dreaming about nonstop with her thighs spread wide for him, and Megumi finally snaps. All the months of hesitation come rushing back into his mind, remembering every time he was too awkward to tell you directly how he felt, and it flips a switch in him. No longer testing the water, he delves his tongue into the entrance of your pussy and wraps his arms around the underside of your thighs to keep you still. 

  “Oh my-.. Nnnghh”

  His nose occasionally bumps your clit and the reaction leaving your lips makes him only more feral, increasing the sloppiness of his tongue moving in and out your cunt and creating a pool of saliva and wetness staining his chin and the bed below. 

  The noise is disgustingly lewd, sopping french kisses to your pussy before his tongue rubs against your clit and an index finger slowly stretches you open. You throw your head back in pleasure and Megumi looks up to watch the furrow of your eyebrows before diving back in; his hips humping pathetically against the mattress, erection growing painfully hard.

  “Fuck!”

  A second finger stretches you open so nicely while his teeth pinch and nip at your puffy and swollen clit. Megumi’s lips continue focusing on you intently, determined to make you finish at least once on his mouth. He’s been dreaming of this moment for so long, and was not about to let it end without making you feel as good as he’s been planning to. All the nights of shoving his hand down his boxers, wishing, needing it to be yours, was nothing compared to the sounds that left your lips and pussy.

  “Right.. Ahhh.. right there…”

  Digging your nails into his hair and pulling slightly, your back arches when his fingers graze that one spot along your vaginal wall. The sensation has your toes curling and twitching as they rest on his shoulders and he wears your thighs like earmuffs. 

  “Right here?” Megumi looks up at you, eyes half shut in drunken desire and a mess of fluids dripping down his chin to the bob of his Adam’s apple, before flicking his fingers upright from inside you, “Here, angel?”

  A partial whimper, partial gasp is all he needs to hear before his fingers curl to bully the rough patch and his lips dip to rub his tongue against your clit with as much force and speed he could give. Hips twitching and raising to meet his action, a familiar coil builds in your abdomen and you begin to clench pathetically against his fingers.

  “Shit.. just got so much wetter f’me..”

  Increasing the speed of his fingers to a bruising pace to rut against your g-spot, you throw your head back and convulse slightly at the amount of pleasure that washes over you as your orgasm ripples through your body. 

  “Yea.. just like that angel.”

  Megumi continues thrusting his fingers, though slower, to gently fuck out the rest of your orgasm and then lift his hand to his mouth to suck your cum off of them. You wearily blink at him and sway your head from side to side, the weight of your release leaving your limbs like jelly. 

  With a slight ‘pop’ of his fingers, Megumi rises once and softly rubs circles into the flesh of your thighs with eyes staring intently at you in stark contrast. Almost as if watching prey, he tilts his head to the side and leans in, “You ok there?”

  Sitting on your elbows and catching your breath, you nod once and drink in the sight of him drunk on desire and his lips still glistening from the essence of your arousal. Leaning down he connects his lips to yours, letting his tongue play against yours and provide the taste of your own orgasm with a small hum. 

  Breaking the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you before it lazily snaps, your eyes break contact from his and notice the way his erection was pushing painfully against the denim of his jeans. 

  You lick your lips at the sight, silently wondering what his pretty cock might look like, “Want me to help you out there?”

  Nearly buckling at your words, Megumi shakily exhales and shakes his head before leaning back and tugging off his sweatshirt and under t-shirt in one pull. Toned and lean abs carve his flesh and a dark happy trail begins just below his navel before sinking past the hem of his jeans. The sight is enough for another gush to seep from your pussy and cause your nipples to erect against the fabric of your bra. 

  “No angel.. But I will definitely take you up on that later.. ‘Cause I think–” he unbuttons his jeans and lets the material fall before kicking them off his legs onto the floor without care, “I might cum the moment I feel your tongue on me.”

  You sigh at the sight of his erection straining against his thin cotton boxer briefs, a patch of pre cum staining the gray material even darker. Megumi brings his fingers to the hem of your sweater before pulling it up and above you, eyes lingering on the swell of your tits. Even prettier than he imagined, he dips down to plant open mouth kisses between the valley and wrapping his hands behind your back in an attempt to get the clasp. 

  After a few failures, you bend your hands behind yourself to release the metal hooks and toss the bra to the corner of his room; Megumi doesn’t bother complaining, now relieved to finally see the tits he’s jerked off to, in person. 

  Immediately, his lips wrap around your left nipple while his hand lifts to knead the fatty flesh of the other breast. Gentle teeth nip at the hardened bud before sucking a few deep purple hickies around the swell and lower collarbone. 

  His lips leave a trail of fire, and your hands tug at the roots of his hair when he plants an extra kiss on one breast before swapping to the next. 

  “Wouldn’t want this one to feel left out.”

  You scoff lightly and arch at the sensation of the wet muscle gliding along the sensitive flesh, and the roughness of his hand massaging the smooth skin of your other tit. A few more bruises are sucked onto your chest before Megumi lifts back up and guides you further up the bed to make room for him to climb up and join you. 

  “Oh wait–” Megumi stands on his knees on the bed and looks around his room, “condom.”

  The anticipation of getting a condom and getting railed by the guy you’ve been crushing on, and the guy who’s very appearance causes a gush in your panties, elicits a shiver of excitement. Sighing slightly, he lifts himself off the bed, “I’ll be right back.”

  His words are meaningless, as if you were going to leave anyways, and he opens his bedroom door a crack to slip out. Sets of paws against the wooden floorboards can be heard as Megumi shoos his pets away in an attempt to run down the hall to Yuji’s bedroom and dig through his drawers for a rubber. 

  You take a brief moment to admire his room while he’s away, the tidiness of it all isn’t surprising, but the lack of wall decor and personal memorabilia is. A few posters of bands, notably Weezer, hang on his walls alongside a few photos and awards for his achievements in the veterinary field, but other than that, the room is bare. The color palette is a blue-gray and the only plushies in the entire room are toys for his dogs; a feeling of almost sadness emits from the intense minimalistic aspects of it all. As if he didn’t have anything to fill the walls with, rather than him choosing to leave it completely bare.

  “Ah.. shit–” Megumi slips back into the room and struggles to keep his dogs out, “I’ll take you for a walk after..”

  After…

  The feeling subsides and the anticipation courses through your veins again as Megumi successfully coerces the canines to retreat back to the living room. He shuts the door in success.

  “Got it.”

  A half smirk that nearly looks out of character is planted on his face while he wastes no time in rushing back up to the bed and positioning himself comfortably over you. Leaning down for another kiss, his erection grinds against your navel, still covered by the thin fabric, but with enough force some of the pre cum smudges onto your flesh. 

  He sighs at the friction and sits up to shimmy off his boxer briefs and kick them to the floor without care. The happy trail that starts at his navel extends down to the base of his cock into a neat bush of pubic hair; he wasn’t regularly shaving, but still kept things tidy. 

  Longer than average and slightly thicker than any of your exes, the sight of his dick made the walls of your cunt clench pathetically around nothing. Balls heavy and aching, Megumi wraps his hand around the shaft to give a few pumps before splitting open the foil package and sliding the rubber down his cock. 

  It takes a few extra tugs before he’s certain it's snug enough, and he nudges your thighs apart with his knees and leans back down into your neck. 

  “You ready angel?”

“Y-yea.”

  You instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders and sink your nails lightly into the flesh of his back as you feel him slowly slide inch by inch inside. The stretch is an erotic burn that, despite the sting, only makes you even hornier for it all. 

  An uneven breath escapes his lips by the time he bottoms out, taking a moment for you to adjust and Megumi to reel his brain back in to avoid prematurely cumming in only a matter of seconds. You twitch your hips at the feeling of wanting more; his deft hands reach for one of the pillows behind you, and slides it under your hips to make the angle easier to move. 

  Megumi does a few test strokes before finding a steady rhythm and snapping his hips into yours with a small ‘thawp’ of his balls hitting your ass with every pump. 

  “Oh shit angel…hnngh.. Better than I ever i-imagined.”

  You whine deliciously into his ear and sink a few crescent shapes into his back from the sensation; twitching every time the tuft of pubic hair grinds perfectly against your puffy clit. The sensation is mind numbing and Megumi begins lazily biting at flesh on your neck, pussy drunk from the sensation and devoid of any rationale.

  Even with a condom he can feel the way your cunt clenches around him, as if your pussy was molding to the shape of his dick with each thrust. He can’t even imagine hitting it raw, resolving that if you ever let him do that, he might just have to put a ring on your pretty finger. 

  Over the combined moans and whimpers, the bed frame smacks against the wall in a steady ‘thud, thud, thud’ and the wooden frame creaks from the motion. 

  “Fuck… Megumi…”

“Yea.. you got it Angel… just haaa.. Keep those pretty hips steady f’me.”

  “Megumi! Exam’s over!”

Nearly falling forward and crushing you, Megumi stops all motions while the two of you look at each other in total terror. Despite the cockblock of his roommate and potentially getting caught balls deep inside you, his cock twitches inside aching for release; you dig your nails into his shoulder in worry. 

  Nobara’s shoes can be heard clacking on the wooden floor next to Yuji in the kitchen, “Hmm two mugs.. But the content is kinda cold… did they go out for a walk?”

“The dogs are here though…”

  Megumi hunches over you pathetically and grinds his hips without pulling out before you usher him to back up. He follows your instruction and slides out, watching as you scurry off the bed and gently get on the floor, bringing a pillow for your hips. Eyes wide in understanding that on the floor the bed frame wouldn’t be making any noise, Megumi follows suit and positions himself between your legs again. 

  This is bad. So very bad. If Yuji heard you two, there was no chance hell either one of you would ever hear the end of it. But… the way you look up at Megumi and spread your legs wanting and waiting for him to continue is enough to disregard any worry. 

  Sighing at the feeling of your cunt wrapping perfectly around his cock once more, Megumi lifts your ankles to rest upright on his shoulders and begins thrusting again. Not pulling out all the way, his strokes are shallow but forceful, still kissing your cervix with every movement; he plants chaste kisses on your ankles before moving a hand to cover your mouth when a whimper threatens to escape. 

  “I guess they aren’t home?”

“Oh!” Yuji’s hands can be heard clapping through the door, “He probably finally took her to that cafe! You know I felt so bad the other day, but Megumi would kill us if we took Y/N there before he could ask her out.”

  You look at Megumi and nudge the side of his face with your foot in a half-heartwarming and half-teasing manner before he pinches your sole with his fingers. Despite the truth being poured out by his best friends just outside the door, his thrusts are getting more erratic and an orgasm quickly builds in his abdomen.

  To even the situation, Megumi slides a hand down further and rubs quick circles against your click, quickly ‘shushing’ you when whines escape your lips in pleasure. 

  Shit. He was about to cum. About to cum with his fucking friends outside his bedroom door listening. 

  “Well– Let’s get food then too! Maybe steak?”

Nobara can be heard walking to the front door again and scoffing, “No way– let’s get sushi.”

The pair can be heard grumbling between each other before the front door eventually ‘clicks’ and you're left in silence again.

  Immediately, Megumi picks up the pace and rubs quick circles against your clit before pushing your legs off his shoulders and splaying your thighs. Long and harder strokes leave his pelvis smacking your clit, and your head leans back in pleasure at the sensation of his cock smacking into that rough patch over and over. 

  “Yea angel… cum.. Please– cum on my cock”

  As if his words could force the action, the coil building in your gut inevitably snaps and you lean your head into the carpet of his floor and moan out his name. 

  “Y-Yea.. Just like that.. Fuck.. Y/N.. gonna fucking c-cum” A few more erratic thrusts and Megumi shudders as he cums hot ropes of semen into the rubber of the condom, admiring the cream of your orgasm getting pushed up his shaft to sit at the base. The sight, sound, and smell are so errotic there’s nearly a haze in the atmosphere from the intensity of it all. 

  Megumi thrusts a few more times with a weak exhale before slipping out of your cunt and hunching over on his knees to slip the condom off. You wearily look around and wince at the empty feeling before sitting up and wiping a few drops of sweat off your tits.

  “Oh sorry,” Megumi tosses the soiled rubber into his bedroom trash and rubs the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead, “didn’t mean to drip on you.”

“Hah, it’s alright. Just help me up and we’ll be even.”

  Nearly in a mirrored pose reversing the roles of you both today, Megumi pulls you by the hand to stand upright and supports your waist when you nearly topple over. A chaste kiss against your temple, he sets you straight and pushes a lock of hair behind your ear. 

  “Let’s shower, yea?”

“Mmm good idea, we probably need it.”

  Megumi takes a quick peek out of his room before swinging the door open wide and shuffling down the hallway and towards the bathroom with his hand in yours. Both dogs follow suit, but leave space for you to enter the washroom and shut the door. 

  You giggle slightly as the slight bruises from earlier litter his toned thighs, and Megumi bends at the waist to start the water of the shower and check the temperature. He ensures it’s not too hot and offers you a hand while you both step over the ceramic tub and behind the plastic curtain. 

  It’s a different level of intimacy than earlier, no longer sexual but still incredibly vulnerable and raw. Megumi wets his hair and shimmies to the side to let you do the same before passing various bottles of shampoo and soap to use; popping the cap, you inhale the familiar scent he usually wears. 

  “So… that was.. amazing.”

“I agree–” you rinse off soap suds from your arms, “–now what?”

“What do you mean?”

  A slight burn goes across your cheeks as you shrug, it’s not like you had the what exactly are we? talk beforehand.

  Megumi admires the way water cascades down your body and tilts his head to the side, “I was honest earlier when I said you’re more than just a friend to me… and I by no means see what we just did as casual. To be honest, it pisses me off to even think of this as being anything but exclusive.”

  “Sooo.. you want to date? Like.. date-date?”

Megumi looks at you as if it were the simplest question possible, “I do. I want to go places with you and watch the way people look at us. To hear you introduce me to your friends as not just ‘Megumi’ but as your boyfriend.”

  You nod in agreement, “I’d like that too.. Though I have a feeling you would rather call me angel.”

  “Oh that..” Megumi coughs and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before moving to change the conversation and stepping out of the shower, “is the water ok? I’ll step out and grab you some towels and a change of clothes.”

  A soft laugh escapes your lips as you watch him shake his hair off from side to side like a dog and wrap a towel around his delicious ‘V’ line before stepping out of the bathroom. Enjoying the warmth of the water on your bullied skin for a few extra minutes, you stay behind the curtain before turning the faucet off and hearing a short courtesy knock at the door. 

  Megumi shuffles in, now dressing in casual athleisure, and uses a free leg to push the dogs back before placing a stack of towels on the counter and a fresh set of sweatpants and t-shirt on the toilet lid. Despite just seeing you naked, his eyes avoid looking at your body as you towel dry and slip into the clothes. 

  “Ok… I think I get it now–” He throws your towel on the corner of the door to try and admires his ‘veterinary department’ university t-shirt and JJK frat sweatpants on your frame, “the whole.. Wearing your partners’ clothes, thing.”

  You smile at him and lean forward to meet his lips gently, his mouth immediately chasing yours as if he needed it to breathe and pouting once you exit and head down the hall. Christmas movie still playing on the TV, you plop down on the sofa and immediately curl into Megumi’s chest when he positions himself next to you. 

  Back against his chest, head on his collarbone, and legs intertwined with his, the both of you watch the cheesy film as a light snow and wind pick up outside the window. One of the dogs climbs up and rests on the empty sofa cushion next to both of you while the other lays in a ball at the base of the couch comfortably. 

  It’s a comfortable silence, and the steady beat of Megumi’s heart is nearly enough to lull you to sleep. 

  “Well? What do you think of this movie?”

  Megumi shifts his weight and settles his hand just under your shirt to rub mindless patterns into the softness of your flesh, still relishing in the idea of having you all to himself, “I think I like them now.”

“Really?”

“Yea..”

  You remain comfy in his arms before Megumi continues, “I guess I just never had anyone to relate them to, so I figured they were wild overestimations of how it would feel.”

“Hmm? How what would feel?”

  Megumi stops tracing your waist and settles to squeeze your body further into his, almost as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go.

  “This. Having someone.. Having you.”

  You look up at his words and trace his jaw with your finger to usher him into your lips; he immediately connects them happily. Gently leaning in and feeling him stiffen at the action for a potential round 2, a loud grumble emits from your stomach.

  “Whoops.. Hahah guess I’m hungrier than I thought.”

  Megumi genuinely laughs lightly and your heart melts at the sound as he sits upright, “Come on let’s eat then… I have to take you to that cafe.”

“The one we heard Yuji mention?”

  Megumi rolls his eyes at your slight tease but smiles at you, “Yea, I actually had planned on taking you there on a date.”

“Well, you would be.”

  Megumi keeps you trapped in his arms despite just proposing to get up and get food, “What do you mean?”

“I mean… we’re dating, and you’d be taking me there.. so it’s a date.”

There’s a slight exhale that leaves his lips before he squeezes you just a bit tighter and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth, “mmm I guess you're right. It’s only fair to take my girlfriend out on a date.”

TY for reading the first installment of the Holiday Hoes! Frat AU JJK one shot series!!

most fics in this will be roughly this length and all in the same AU with some hints at the next few themes hidden in this one :)

writing megumi was lowkey harder than I thot, and i appreciate all comments/reblogs/likes

╰(´︶`)╯♡ -oatmeal

[late-draft]

Hello, Dema here!

First off—I have fallen desperately in love with your artworks. You have a very particular style, strong and fluid all the same, and I can't help but admire the way you draw and how you approach character design.

And talking about character design...

I saw your post about Zuko's bold design in S1 when compared to what we got in S3 and—as much as I love S3-Zuko—I completely agree with you. Something I've always loved about Zuko in S1 is just how striking he was, how much of a presence he had, even when he was being tossed around by a twelve-year-old. That being said, I love Zuko, I love him in armor and pointy shoes and with a ponytail, and I loved your alternative design for him.

What do you think about his S2 character design? How does it flow with the story beats and his overall character arc? Much has been said about the Hair-Growth-Means-Character-Growth (and I find it interesting, also, that he cut his hair again before joining the Gaang), but I'd like to know your opinion on how that translates to character design and how the decisions made in the show could be either good or bad in that regard.

Sorry about the long ask! I've just been thinking about this a lot, lately, and would like to know what you think. Hope you have a good day ❤️

AAAA Dema hii!!! I'm so happy I got a message from you, I didn't expect it!!

I'm super glad to hear, I'll wear it as a badge of honour and I must tell you that I also love your art, you wonderfully do volume and the shading done through a contrast of sharp and soft areas! Super solid anatomy too and I'd be lying if I said I didn't look up to your art!

Yess the character designs in the show actually are rather strong, I like a good balance between memorable and functional. Zuko is just *chef kiss* but, considering just how many appearance changes he goes through, some are bound to be weaker than the starting one. That said, I'm gonna go through a few of his S2 looks and make this reply long, ha!

The starting one when he ends up huddling with uncle Iroh with other poor refugees, fits extremely well for the narrative at the moment. It's actually one of my least liked looks for him, and that's great!! It's precisely how it should be, because he's also arguably at one of his two lowest moral points in the story - he basically lost almost all hope, no clear goal, nothing to fight for, he's desperate precisely because of the lack of orientation and thus his morals degrade and sink veeery low. He gets on my nerves so goddamn much in this period LMAO I want to beat him up, he looks like a recovering drug addict... annoying, entitled whiny jerk stealing food and anything shiny for his uncle, but even then he just does not cross the moral event horizon. Excellent characterization. He just looks atrocious and it's great because it fits this low point.

Next he gets the standard boyish square of a hair, no notes here...

But theeeen, he arrives at one of my favourite looks of his, and it's not just because the clothes fit him very nicely (I've seen fandom say they look too big for him which, maybe?? But it doesn't look like he's swimming in them to me) And a thing I've noticed which, maybe it was just an accident on design part but I'm not sure considering they colour coded the entire cave scene; in this part his clothes match the shape of Katara's, first one in bottom then the one in top. The collar is the same haf-circle design but I don't know, maybe there was a limited pool of clothes designs guide which they cycled through. Or, he really is meant to come close but miss Katara by a beat, like sine and cosine chasing each other.

But besides this outfit fitting the inconspicuous Earth Kingdom customer service persona, it also (perhaps inadvertently) does this VERY cool thing:

It makes his shape look closed off and guarded, supposedly non-threatening. It's most visible in his fight against Jet, whose shape is open and goes in many directions like an aggressive star. But then look at what Zuko's shape does:

When he attacks, it opens up to reveal the hidden aspect, again the aggressive star shape shows up! The same thing happens in "Zuko alone" episode but I think it's most clearly visible in this fight against Jet because here he has a direct contrast and comparing with Jet. I think this is an example where the outfit, whose similar design exists irl, overlaps with a great visual metaphor and enhances the narrative at that moment in story. He's still that combative firebender but he has to keep that aspect concealed most of the time. Plus it just looks badass as hell!!

Animators really knocked it out of the park with many frames. I think Jun was too early and missed his better hairstyle, but Katara was just in time.

I agree it's super funny how his hair in the Beach is awfully long, covers his face to an uncomfortable degree and then he apparently shortens it before joining the Gaang, insane behaviour Truly an "I'm so angry and depressed I won't show my face nor be capable of seeing anything because there's nothing nice to see in my life" look...

I guess all his appearances in S2 cover his mental states, but only one of them is extremely Extra (the tea server, doesn't even take the apron off and goes to fight) and I don't see any spot where a similar tier design could be shoved in, narratively speaking. So all in all, S2 did as much as S2 could have. More tea server arc please though, the Guru episode really feels like it skipped 800 km of plot and everything that happened in it is so crammed and pretty sus in terms of character behaviour.

[crackersandjuice]

the fic is not ficcing so i offer up the opening scene for a little pvpciv au thingy i'm trying to write

HEADS UP: This does contain gore. I don't think it's terribly graphic but the masses deserve to be informed o7

The first time Evbo watches his body stitch together, he wants to throw up.

He doesn’t, mainly because he doesn’t want to get in trouble for doing so. But he’s also wearing his new clothes. Covering them in vomit isn’t exactly how he should break them in.

Evbo curls his hands into his lap.

He’s kinda pretty, in a fucked up “pinned butterfly” way. The recording takes place in his own room, and he’s splayed out on his bed, starfished to keep his limbs from interfering with the process. Whoever placed him there stripped him naked, leaving nothing to the imagination.

He understands why. Sometimes, things got morphed into his body while it fixed itself, and that’s always more trouble than it’s worth. But still. He hates how he looks. He doesn’t like waking up naked, cold and alone and vulnerable. He hates how his corpse is treated so gently.

Especially considering how gruesome this particular death was. Evbo’s never liked being disemboweled. It messes up his stomach when he comes back, makes his digestive track all kinds of weird. Not to mention the other thing.

His entrails have been placed neatly at the sides of his, quite frankly, rather impressive vivisection. Clearly whoever was in charge of his respawn this time knows their anatomy. Every organ that he can recognize is where it’s supposed to be. The other ones, the ones that have been mutilated beyond belief, are shoved off to the sides.

He’s like a really big meat salad. Gross. Evbo swallows. Don’t think about it.

Eventually, the process starts. His organs start slithering around, putting themselves back into place. The unidentifiable ones piece themselves together, lines of separation disappearing as if they were never there. If there was sound, he can imagine what it’d sound like.

Wet. Squishy. Revolting.

Once the organs are back in place, the few broken ribs he had fix themselves too. Then his fat and muscles pull together, like an invisible string is holding them closed. He imagines what it’d feel like. His skin crawls as his corpse’s skin stitches itself together, too.

No, he very much does not want to find out how it’d feel.

There’s a hand on his chin, and Evbo lets his head be directed away from the screen. “What do you think?” The man asks. “It’ll be fun, right? Having it be televised?”

He’s heard the elevator pitch. People get their fix from watching this, and he gets to take longer breaks. It’s better than what usually happens. And he’s been feeling so tired lately.

Evbo’s eyelids flutter. “I…” He hesitates. The grip on his chin tightens.

“I’ll give you some time to think about it.” The man smiles. His teeth are still slightly stained, sharp and jagged. Good for breaking skin.

“Okay,” Evbo agrees. He’s going to say yes eventually. He knows that. The man knows that. This is nothing more than a waiting game.

Until the game is done, Evbo can cling to his selfishness a bit longer.

[theslvttysimp]

The Not So Gentle Angel

NSFW

18+ ONLY

NO MINORS

~MC has female anatomy~

SimeonXmc

TW: Hair pulling, rough sex

What started as a simple invite to watch a movie in Simeon's room ending up becoming a steamy makeout session on his bed. Simeon felt guilty for indulging in his desires of finally being able to taste your sweet tongue, but even angels have to be naughty sometimes, right?

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull yourself closer to his embrace. You begun to train your fingers down the opening of his shirt that exposes his back and feel his incredibly toned muscles. As you're rubbing his back, you feel a hand start to make its way up your torso, stopping right below your breast. He wants to touch you more, but with his duty to remain pure as an angel, he doesnt know how to go about touching you. You place your hand on his and pull away from kissing. You give him a soft smile and say, " You can touch me if you want. It's okay, Simeon."

Simeon's eyes are full of lust, something he's never experienced before meeting you. He bites his lip and gives a slight nod of the head. You guide his hand under your bra and press his hand against your breast. He lets out a low breath of air as he grabs your other breast with his other hand and starts massaging. He leans in for a kiss and starts making laps around your tongue, exchanging little moans in each other's mouths. He rolls your nipples in between his fingers, giving you sensual chills down your body.

You wrap your arms around his neck again and lay down on the bed, pulling him on top of you. You feel his warm bulge pressed up against your leg. You wrap both legs around his hips to feel his buldge on your clit through your pants, grinding slowly. Feeling his hardness through his pants rub against your clothed clit feels like heaven, creating moisture in your panties. He can't help but thrust his hips forward, wishing there wasnt clothes in the way. He moans in your mouth and makes his way to your neck, sucking on it ever so gently, hands still on your breasts. He's inexperienced, but you're willing to guide him through it if he wants. You move your hands down to his belt, grabbing on to it. You pull away from him kissing your neck and look at him, panting trying to catch your breath. " I can make you feel good, Simeon. No one has to know if you don't want." Simeon directs his gaze away from you, embarrassed. " I... I don't know how to..." He blushes. He doesn't want to disappoint you in the bedroom and think low of him. You give him a gentle smile and put your hand on his cheek, bringing his gaze back to yours. " It's okay. If you want, I can lead." He smiles at you and gives you a nod of approval.

You both strip from your clothes and have him lay on his back on the bed, his face tickled with a pink glow. You spread his legs and kneel in between his knees. You bed forward and begin to slowly lick from under his balls all the way up to the tip of his dick. He lays his head back in the pillow and gifts you a beautiful, breathy moan. You make laps around the tip of his dick with your tongue and begin to bob your head up and down, maintaining eye contact with him.

His blue eyes look so beautiful when he stares at you. His mouth remains open and he's letting out pretty little moans for you. He puts his hand on your head and begins petting you, running his fingers through your hair so lovingly. Seeing his abs rise up and down slowly from his deep breaths turns you on even more. You begun to fondle his balls while sucking him off, making his eyes roll to the back of his head and lays his head back on the pillow.

" L-let me p-please you now... Pl-please, MC." You pull away and smile at him. " Of course" you say gently. You trade places, having you lay on your back and he's the one in between your legs. You can tell he's a little nervous. He lays on his stomach and places hands gently on the insides of your thighs. He takes his soft tongue and gently licks your sweet clit. You let out a moan and spread your legs wider. " Oh, Simeon. You're doing so w-well." You praise, letting out another rewarding moan. He's so gentle as he licks your folds. Feeling a little more confident from the received praise, he moves his tongue faster, getting a better taste of you.

He's been waiting forever to taste you. You taste so sweet it's intoxicating. As he's eating you out, something ticks in this angel's brain. He's suddenly ravenous. He wants to taste you more, he wants to taste every ounce of slick coming from you. He becomes a hungry wolf in front of it's prey. The timid angel that was here before, is now a sex hungry beast ready to feast upon you. Could it be because he was pure for so long and breaking his angelic duties feels too good?

If you thought angels were weaker than demons, you were wrong. This angel is strong and it shows. He wraps both of his arms around your thighs and kneels up on the bed, bringing his mouth deep into your heat. He slides his tongue in your weeping hole, fucking you with his tongue. Your eyes widen at the sudden force and let out a yelp. You let out a loud moan. " O-oh my god" you saying in a whiney voice, trying to prop yourself up with your elbows. You meet his gaze and something had changed. What once twinkled innocently, was darkened with corrupted lust. Your eyes are fixed to his as you're vocal about the pleasure you feel.

He can't wait any longer. He wants to feel you from the inside, now. He breaks away from your head and flips you on your back hastily and slides in you. You gasp at the sudden penetration and let out a loud moan. You arch your back, sticking your ass in the air and your face flat on the bed. He begins fucking you from behind with powerful force. You're a loud, moaning mess. With him deep in your guts, there's no way you can control your volume.

Your moans fuel him more. He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, peeling your chest off the bed and having your neck and breasts exposed. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with your mouth wide open. You reach your peak, walls clenching around his dick. You can feel your slick drip out of you and on to his cock. He continues thrusting in to you so you can ride out your high. As he fucking you and holding your head by your hair, he leans over and bites your bottom lip. His muscles are glistening from his sweat, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. He looks into your eyes and says, " You're so beautiful, MC." He let's go of your hair and slams you down on the bed. He grabs on to your hips and fucks you as hard as he can. With a grunty moan he busts inside you, filling you up with him warm cum. He pulls out and flops next to you on the bed. He pulls you close, and you rest your head on his toned chest. You look up at him with a tired smile. He looks down and you and gives you the sweet smile he always gives you. He pulls close and kisses you softly. His eyes have that innocent sparkle again like they did before, no longer having a dark sheen of lust. You never knew that this gentle, sweet angel wasn't so gentle after all.

[halsinsnaturepocket]

WIP Wednesday - Help me decide where to go with my Fic

Help me make a decision on the direction of my fic Yearning for a Taste I'm going to post what I have so far under the cut. Consider it a teaser, or a chapter 1 with a cliffhanger. (This is a bit that might make it into my longifc, but I'm playing around with it as a oneshot with a generic femme Tav because I think its hot and can go in a few different directions and I'd like to explore those directions.) Think of it as a choose-your-own-adventure fic and the final piece will be posted on Ao3 reblogging for sample size / commenting&tagging with suggestions is always encouraged :3 MINORS DNI

Summary:

After one night in the shadow-cursed lands, Halsin is in his tent minding his own business reading a book when he hears Tav allowing Astarion to feed on her but it becomes….more.

Halsin hears the whole thing and is trying to be Normal about it, but the poor elf has been pent up for so long and is trying to focus on lifting the curse...but alas, he has needs.  CW: Voyerism, dirty talk, Astarion feeding on Tav

Halsin was lying in his tent, using a bedroll to prop himself up as he read one of the books Tav had managed to find during her travels. A book on mindflayer anatomy - a fascinating read, bringing him further insights into the threat they were facing. His attention was so focused he almost didn’t hear the sounds of two people meeting up near his tent. Unfortunately for him, his hearing was rather keen, and the secluded clearing he had settled in blocked out most of the noises from camp, but not the sounds of anyone in the clearing.

“Gods you're such a little freak,” he heard one voice purr. “You're so good to me, sitting in my lap, letting me feed on you.” The praise was followed by the sound of lips smacking against skin followed by a soft moan – he recognized those voices. 

“Did you want more, darling?” Astarion’s voice was silken, lined with hazy lust. “Or did you just want to be my little snack for the evening?”

“You’re sure you saw Halsin go towards the north of camp?” She heard her whisper.  That was most definitely Tav, her soft voice was very distinctive. There was nobody else that voice could belong to.

“Almost positive, my dear. There’s no light on in his tent either, he’s probably off meditating or whatever it is he gets up to.”

They were quiet for a moment. It was true, he had wandered to the north of camp earlier in the evening, but while everyone was enjoying a meal by the fire, he had returned to his tent, rather exhausted from trying desperately to commune with whatever living things he could find in the shadow-blighted village that surrounded them. There wasn’t much, and his efforts had expended quite a bit of his magic. 

“NNnnf…Don't stop…” Her voice was barely a whisper, a near-silent plea. 

Halsin squirmed uncomfortably in his tent. Of all the people to have a liaison behind his tent…it had to be these two. From the sounds of it, Astarion was drinking from her neck, his hands likely snaking beneath her clothes, pleasuring her…

Halsin was desperately trying not to listen in. He had been pent up for so long, and the two of them had tried a few times to bed him; it had taken everything in him not to give in. He was glad they sought company with each other, but did it need to be right outside of his tent? There was a pause in their sounds, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully they were through. Hopefully he would just bite her and be done with it. 

His hopes were futile as he heard a soft gasp escape from Tav. “Astarion–gods that feels so good.” 

“Breathe a bit deeper for me darling - that's it.” He heard Astarion coax. “Good girl, that's my good little treat. You're so nice and wet for me…” 

Halsin turned on his side, his back towards their sounds as he tried desperately to focus on the words swimming around the page of his book, trying to ignore the sound of the two of them, but it proved…difficult. Her stifled moans were stirring emotions he had been trying to suppress for far too long. Both Tav and Astarion had long since held his attention - maybe it was just the kindred feeling of being around two other elves, or maybe it was more…He didn't want to think about it. He had to stay focused on his goals, the shadowcurse lurked right outside the edge of their camp. He couldn't entertain such frivolous thoughts of companionship —

A loud moan interrupted his thoughts. 

“Bite me again, Astarion.” 

“With pleasure.” He heard him murmur, followed by the sound of Tav hissing from the sting of being bit, followed by another soft moan. 

“Gods you taste so sweet when you're on the edge…cum for me darling. Cum while I drain you dry.”

Halsin froze, recalling the sensation of Astarion’s fangs when he sunk into his flesh. He had allowed the spawn to feed on him once or twice when Tav was too exhausted. It was an intimate experience, to say the least. Silvanus forgive him, but it must feel amazing at the precipice of pleasure, to be on the edge of pure ecstasy and feel yourself shaking with the cold chill of life being drained—fuck. He turned his attention back to his book. "Many curious scholars have noted the illithid's disdain for arcane magic, yet do not understand the reasons behind it. In traditional illithid circles--" Yes, quite interesting, to find that illithids were weak to magic. He had noted the tadpole he studied had reacted to arcane magic when used on it. He had read this same sentence at least 4 times now.

“Oh gods, fuck, Astarion!” He heard Tav cry. They weren't even trying to be quiet anymore. 

He couldn’t avoid it any longer. The familiar sensation of arousal gripped at his senses as he felt his heartbeat quicken and his trousers grow tighter. If they kept this up for much longer he’d have to find a way to relieve the tension himself.

“Shhh… my love you'll wake up the whole camp at this rate,” he said, a twinge of teasing laced with lust spilled from his voice. 

Halsin had always wondered what sounds Tav would make…he'd heard her laugh, cry…her sneeze even. He savored the sound of her moving, of humming to herself. Her battlecry, her happiness…they were all so beautiful. But the sounds of her ecstasy…he didn't realize they could sound so sweet. 

“Don't make me gag you darling.” He heard her moans become muffled, as though a hand had come to cover her mouth…likely exactly what was happening. 

Halsin gritted his teeth, picturing the image of Tav tied up his vines, a thin cloth gagging her. And then the thought of her entwined in the pale elf, one hand over her mouth while the other was plunging himself into her sopping wet cunt while a trickle of blood from his fangs runs down her neck… He couldn't help himself. A groan escaped from him. He stifled himself, a worried hand covering his mouth, trying not to let the longing into the sound that dared escape his throat.

The sounds stopped. Utter silence. The silent eeriness from the shadowlands was not helping. 

“Shit–Astarion you said he wandered off to the north of camp, is Halsin IN HIS TENT?”  He heard Tav whisper angrily. They had heard him. Hopefully…this would pass, and it would never be brought up again. 

“I–ugh, I don't know, Tav, I thought I saw him leave his tent. What's it matter anyway?…I'm sure he’s enjoying the show. If he was so inclined he could join if he wants. Though, perhaps he’s deep in a trance.”

“Gods…damned it Astarion—” She moaned loudly. 

‘Should I stop?” He asked. 

[that-tmr-girl]

Talk Him Through It

You guide Aris through losing his virginity.

Blow job, vaginal sex

He was so . . . innocent. There was no other way to put it. It wasn't just that he was quiet. It wasn't just that he kept to himself. It wasn't just his big blue eyes. It wasn't just the way he smiled so shyly.

He was just precious. His face would flush at the slightest mention of sex, something you had seen happen so often. Anatomy class really was something to say the least. He always looked so skittish from start to finish, as if he was somehow doing something wrong.

You wanted to ruin him a little bit.

You would ruin him.

Sitting on his bedroom floor with him, you didn't look away from him. Even when he would turn pink each time he realized your eyes were glued to him, he did his best to focus on the textbook, attempting to help you with it.

Leaning over, he pointed to a more difficult word. Seeing an opportunity, you placed a hand on his shoulder, your face nuzzling in his neck as you whispered a thank you.

Shivers ran down his spine at your breath. He knew you tended to be more direct. Something that made you two a strange duo.

“You okay there?”You whispered, one hand going on his thigh. He took a shaky breath, his mind wandering to places it shouldn't. When he realized, his face turned a deep, shameful red.

“This is getting boring. Don't you think?”

“It's-it’s what we’re supposed to be doing,”He sputtered out.

“Yeah. But we could do other things.”

You both stayed in your position, his head by your chest and yours on his neck.

“Other things?”He choked out.

“Mhm. More . . . fun things,”You smirked.

“But the test-”

“You're smart enough for it, yeah? Why not take a break? Do something better?”

“Like what?”He asked, turning his head to meet your eyes.

“Have you ever brought a girl to your room before?”

“Yes,”He hesitantly answered.

“Have you ever been close to her?”

“Kind of.”

“Has she ever seen you without your pants on?”

Biting the inside of his cheek, he sheepishly shook his head no.

“Do you want a girl to see you without your pants on?”

“I wouldn't mind if you saw me in . . . less than all my clothes,”He confessed.

“Mm. Yeah?”You smiled, your hand going higher and higher, almost at his now hard cock.

“Yes,”He whispered against your lips, his eyes shutting as he leaned in.

Placing your hand under his jaw, you gently brushed your lips against his, just the way you would in your daydreams. He placed both his hands on the floor as he kept your lips pressed together, internally crossing his fingers that he was a good kisser.

As your tongue slid over his bottom lip, he opened his mouth, letting you taste him, your tongue grazing his. He moaned needily against your mouth before freezing up in embarrassment.

“It's okay, love. You're about to be making a lot more noise than that,”You promised, gently pushing him on the floor. He followed your lead, laying on the soft carpet with his elbows propped up.

“Can I take these off, sweetheart?”You asked softly, your fingers wrapped around the hem of his pants. He slowly nodded. “I need you to use your words,”You insisted.

“Yes.”

With his consent, you pulled them down, forcing them past his socks. His boxers went with them, leaving him exposed to you.

Your eyes widened at the size of the admittedly scrawny boy. Noticing, he looked away, insecurity washing over him.

“Look at me, handsome,”You cooed, placing your fingers on his jaw, making him face you. “We’ll make it fit. That's a promise.”

“Okay,”He nodded.

“You want to take your shirt off?”

Grabbing the bottom of his collared shirt, he forced it over his head, letting it stay on the ground.

Oh.

Not so scrawny. Subtle sure, but he was toned. Even better than you imagined.

“Pretty boy,”You cooed, kissing his neck. A shaky breath left him as you sucked on his pale skin until you sunk your teeth into him, making him whimper and curse under his breath.

Pulling away, you ran your hands up and down his chest as you kissed down his body, getting lower and lower. He held his breath without realizing as he watched you go lower and lower before you grabbed his dick, making him suck in a breath. Holding him in your hands, you gave kitten licks to his tip, meeting his eyes. With his face still a light pink, he bit his lip to hold in his moans.

Wrapping your mouth around him, you pushed him down your throat. As he filled your cheeks an involuntary sound left him before he bit his lip again. Bobbing your head around him, you felt his tip hit the back of your throat as you pumped what couldn’t fit. He couldn't help but watch you, the sight of you with his cock in your mouth making him feel better than he cared to admit.

As you started humming around him a groan left him as he threw his head back. Your tongue went up and down his sides as he twitched inside your mouth. Unable to help it, deep grunts and heavy breaths left him as his precum started filling your mouth. Bobbing your head faster, you listened to him gasp before starting to whimper. God, he was vocal. Something about the way he was so damn loud, already enjoying it so much, left you wet.

With another moan leaving him, he twitched again before cumming inside your mouth. You had to keep your lips pursed around him just to swallow all of it, his white liquids filling every inch of your mouth.

Pulling your mouth off of him, you kept your lips shut as you swallowed the rest of him. His face flushed again, something that was absolutely rendering endearing.

“Do you want to take this a little . . . further?”You asked slowly. He eagerly nodded his head, making you put your hand under his chin as you made him look at you. “Remember, pretty boy. I need your words,”You reminded him. “How far do you want to take this?”

“All the way. Please?”

Pressing your lips against his, you lightly kissed him before pulling away. Standing up, you teasingly slid your panties off, your fingertips touching your thighs as you pulled them off. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you did the same, hands tracing your waist before you pulled it off, leaving you in a bra and skirt.

Sitting down, you lifted your skirt before positioning his cock by your entrance, your legs straddled around his waist. Holding his dick, you slowly slid into him, groaning at the size. Removing your hands, you threw your head back as you forced all of him inside of you, crying out as you stretched around him.

“Are you okay?”He asked quickly.

“Yes. Just-fuck,”You moaned.

“Just what?”He asked through heavy breaths, the feeling of your warm, wet pussy being more than desirable.

“You're big. God, you're big,”You groaned. His eyes widened in surprise, those not being the words he expected. “But you feel so good. Fuck, you feel good,”You breathed out, starting to rock yourself against him, dropping your head as you rode him. He grunted as he held your waist, throwing his head back as you bounced on his dick.

“Oh god. Oh fuck,”He breathed out, his eyes trying to shut despite him wanting to watch you, the way you rode his dick, the way you moaned, the way your chest heaved as you fucked.

“Aris! Fuck, Aris!”You screamed, tightening around him. He whimpered at the feeling, twitching inside your throbbing cunt.

Dropping your head, you held his shoulders as you bounced on him, breathing out his name as you finished, your juices dripping down your thighs and on his stomach. Holding your waist tighter, his back arched as he was right there. Through heavy breaths, you forced him in and out of you again, rocking your body against him. Even though you were whimpering at how sore your legs and pussy started to feel, you kept going, determined for him to finish inside of you.

And he did, groaning as he shot his warm seed into you. Something that felt nothing short of pure bliss.

Whimpering, you slid off of him before collapsing next to him on the floor. Finding his hand, you locked your fingers together as you held it, barely starting to regain your vision.

Breathing heavily, he stared at the ceiling, trying to process it all. It was just . . . unbelievable. Sure. He hadn't expected to never have sex in his lifetime, but he didn't expect it like this.

“Oh god,”He breathed out.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”You asked, squeezing his hand.

“I just lost my virginity on my bedroom floor.”

“I know. You did really well.”

“I just lost my virginity on my bedroom floor, and I liked it.”

“I would hope so.”

“Can we . . . can we do that again sometime?”

“As soon as I can feel my legs,”You promised.

“Can we do that after a date?”He asked slowly, turning his head to meet your eyes. Kissing his temple, you held his cheek as you gazed at him with what could only be described as love and longing.

“Yes. Yes we can.”

[aristocratic-otter]

Welp, I wasn't going to post today...but then I realized that the final chapter of Heart in the Well will go up before Sunday, and that'll render the excerpt I carefully picked out obsolete by then. So I scrambled to pick bits from my other stories just so I could post this one excerpt. Go me!

The good news about Heart being done? I've got a new WIP plotted out that I'm super excited about, but I wouldn't let myself write anything until one of my WIPs finished. So next week or the week after, you should see the first words from that fic, a very very angsty Watford era canon divergence.

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Here's my teasers for this week:

Here’s one from each of my official WIPs

From Saving Simon Snow: 

I shake my head now, thinking about it. I’ll just have to keep close to Simon, or at least, as close as he’ll allow me. At least my vampire anatomy gives me an advantage there; I can listen to what’s happening with Simon from three rooms away (I won’t, unless it’s a matter of his safety. It’s a gross invasion of his privacy otherwise) (fortunately, I had to learn to tune out the chatter of my peers by my 2nd year at Watford, or I would have gone mad). 

From the Heart in the Well

He looks back at me and then frowns. “Well, come on then,” he says, impatiently. 

“Come on, what?” I say, exasperated. The water’s up to my breastbone now, and I’m starting to feel a little panicky, so my voice comes out higher pitched than I’d like. 

Now, he rolls his eyes. “I need your tie,” he says as if it were obvious. It was not obvious. “Take it off, please.” At that, I shiver a little. I never thought there’d be a day where Simon Snow would be telling me to take off my clothes.

From Snow Fox: Penny, learning you can’t go home again (especially if you’ve signed on with the Snow Fox)

I step onto the road and walk briskly towards the house I grew up in. I can tell when I’ve been noticed. Several heads swivel my direction, and the murmur of conversation in the camp ceases. I keep on as if I haven’t noticed however. As I draw closer, I nod distractedly at some of the boys nearer to my path. They don't nod back. They’re watching me with narrowed eyes and I shudder internally. What do they see when they look at me?

From TikTok Dancer: Quite a bit racier than what I usually post, but still Tumblr legal, I think

Years from now, if I, for some odd reason, try to explain how my first time having sex felt, I won’t be able to. There’s no describing it.  I’m planning to get a degree in words, for fuck’s sake, but right now, all language has left me, sailed back to England probably. I’m left with caveman grunts and desperate whines. Every particle of sensation in my body has gathered between my legs, and every atom of will I have left is devoted to an attempt to meld my body with his. I’ve almost succeeded–we’re nearly one creature now, moving in frantic, panting unison. 

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

I know he’s been looking for me. I know he’s probably forgiven my great sin. He shouldn’t. Forgiveness requires that the person who receives it is contrite, is sorry for what they’ve done. 

I’m not sorry. I’d do it again today, if the circumstances were the same. 

Even being estranged from the only person in this world that I care about is still better than the permanent separation that would result if we were rescued. 

I believe that we’ll be friends again someday. Some day when the pain in my chest and stomach have dulled. And that day is worth waiting for.

From Cupid’s Shield:

I’m left gaping at where he just stood. It’s suddenly clear to me how much of his vampire abilities Baz has been hiding, because I was looking right at him. 

I never saw him move. 

All I know is suddenly he’s above me, and my arms are above my head and prisoned to the bed by his hands clamped around my wrists. I’m so stunned that I don’t even struggle. 

His knees are on either side of my hips, and he’s staring down at me like I’m his next meal. 

From my COBB project:

I know I should be worrying over tomorrow, and what my team will face out there. And I will be worrying over that—tomorrow. Tonight, I’m far more worried about the hours ahead. Hours of, once again, sharing a room with the only man I’ve ever loved. A man who’s never looked at me as anything other than a posh prick. 

That’s my fault, of course. It could have been different, all those years ago, when we first met at Watford Uni. I was excited, back then, to meet my roommate. Excited, and nervous. I freely admit I’ve had a privileged upbringing, and this would be the first time I’d ever shared a room. 

My childhood was mostly lonely, so I didn’t mind the idea. I’d thought it’d be nice to always have someone nearby to talk to. 

Of course, everyone knows how that turned out.

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Best toy neopets?

Toy is a newer colour, having been released in 2018 as the runner up of a "new colour" poll (so no UC/styled art to compare in this one). The original toy pet used in the poll, Lenny, seemed to be a good example of what to expect from the colour: plastic parts, bright colors, and maybe one or two minor changes to the anatomy where appropriate.

However, while some toy pets stick to the action-figure formula to varying degrees, some go off in completely different directions by being based on random specific real-world toys. On top of that, some of those pets are based on very specific brands (the iDog, Furbies, etc.) while some are just based on generic classic toy concepts.

This can also lead to problems regarding overlap with other colours; the toy Kougra, Lupe, and Bruce are all effectively just plushie Neopets, albeit in a very different style than the standard plushie colour.

I point this out because I feel like either a colour should be 100% coherent across all species, or it should vary wildly by species. Toy straddles this weird middle ground of being part licensed toys, part generic toys, and part action-figure toys where it simultaneously has coherency and no coherency at all. I feel like the best toy pets are the ones where they stick to the plastic-y look but manage to put a fun species-specific twist on it.

Favorite Species:

Mynci: Speaking of which, the toy Mynci is basically perfect in this respect; it keeps the hard jointed plastic look while also being based off the classic cymbal-playing monkey toy, which fits the 'pet for obvious reasons. The colors also look quite nice, and as an added bonus, the clothes are removable (though I do wish the base removed the out-of-place head hairs).

Gnorbu: This one falls into the "generic IRL toy" category, and while it's not the most coherent thing in terms of the overall colour (I'm hesitant to even think of a piñata as a toy), it's such a fun concept and it looks great. There's a lot of colors used but they're all balanced well, the concept reads super clearly, and the subtle inegration of thigns like the mane are just perfect. My sole nitpick is just that the black outlines on the eye look out of place, and something flatter to match the papier-mâché look would've been nice.

Jetsam: Based off a pool toy, this one kind of plays with the action-figure concept by keeping the plastic idea but not being hard plastic or jointed. It's perfect for a water-based Neopet, and the inflatable plastic is spot-on visually, complete with seams. Only issue with it is the weird handle on the side, which might be a thing with shark pool toys but isn't something I've ever seen in-person.

BONUS: The toy Bori takes a similar route to the Mynci, keeping the hard plastic idea but putting a twist on it by making the back plates into an xylophone, which is a fantastic concept. The multi-colored plates really draw attention to the concept and the rest the palette is a simple yellow with a few blue accents.

The only issue with it, and the reason it's a bonus, is that weird bone in its mouth. According to Jellyneo, it's based off a [checks notes] Toddlerz Toddlin' Tunes Puppy, which is just weird because Bori aren't dogs or even dog-adjacent. What was wrong with just making it a regular non-branded xylophone?

Least Favorite Species:

Koi: I absolutely love the idea of this being a bathtub wind-up toy; however, the problem is that the key, which should be the focal point, is so tiny and hard to see that I only noticed while doing this review that it's even there. Even putting that aside, there's way too many colors going on here, and the addition of stripes over the body is strange and does nothing but clutter the design. It's also strange that the back fin is a solid color and one piece while the tail is lobed and multi-colored; feels like those two should match.

[omo-queer]

hey V, I don't want to be invasive so forgive me for asking. how are you edging/ruining/ theoretically able to cum, all without touching? asking as someone who has only ever been able to finish with a specific toy and no other method lol im curious and also a little jealous!

thanks for the ask! this isn't too invasive, so no need to worry!

it bears noting that i am able to get myself off pretty easily with my own hands but i also have a right hand like a vibrator (and that's not really an exaggeration... people have alleged my hands are magic. i blame rhythm games and a body that hasn't always been the most interested in going over the edge by hand.)

the key components (for me) to being able to go over the edge without any genital contact are audiovisual stimulation, pressure, and tension. here's a summary of what works for me on these:

audiovisual stimulation—this one's simple. my brain really enjoys seeing and hearing people being penetrated, especially if they're getting off, and i feel almost a sympathetic response. i think this is related to the way some people can get off just from topping someone with a strap, although the strap does absolutely give some pressure with each thrust so that might be considered an "easier" variant of what i'm talking about doing (easier in quotes bc none of this is particularly easy to do the first time.) normally i don't watch that much vanilla porn (or really too much video pornography at all if i'm honest) but the easiest source of this kind of stimulation for me is watching simple amateur videos of people riding dildos. sound really helps. them having a real orgasm really helps.

pressure—this one is a little trickier, but it's got a few contributors. the more i need to come, the more "pressure" there is in that sense. (thank you, denial kink.) the fuller my bladder is, the more pressure there is from that side. (thank you, piss kink.) if i'm wearing tight pants and/or underwear or i'm under a blanket that comes into contact with my genitals that's another way to make the barrier to entry easier, although to get a perfect ruin i make sure to remove anything that was in contact as i pass the point of no return. that said, clothes and a full bladder both make the process easier, but i can get over the edge without either.

tension—this is the most difficult one to get right, i think. what i do, as i get more aroused, is roughly equivalent to kegel exercises, although i also tense certain muscles in my abdomen that i don't believe are part of the pelvic floor. this should work somewhat with any type of anatomy (and i'm aware of people who have hands-free orgasms with the two most common genital configurations,) as most people have some partially or fully internal erogenous tissue full of nerve endings that, when pushed on from the inside, is sexually pleasurable. this won't feel anywhere near as intense as direct stimulation, and i find it takes a while (and particularly good audiovisual material) to even reach the point where it feels like i could go over the edge. it also bears noting that the first few times i did this, even though i have damn strong pelvic floor muscles, i still ended up sore the next day like i was working out. don't hurt yourself, but figure out what muscles you can tense and release over and over that your body feels some slight pressure from. sometimes i find little thrusting motions with my hips help, though i try not to use these in combination with a blanket or anything because i think that would count as humping.

so basically, you're trying to get your brain so worked up that the idea of real stimulation is enough to get it to go over the edge, and at the same time do everything you can to go over the edge without touching your genitals (or, if you're a weirdo purist like me about the idea, doing things you consider "cheating." for example i avoid grinding my thighs together, humping things, anything that gives direct stimulation to my genitals.) of course, every body is different—and considering that the most important of this is about tricking the brain, every brain is also different—and so your mileage may vary. there's (of course) nothing wrong with you if you can't get this to work, and the first couple times i tried for it i couldn't manage it myself.

for the easiest setup and again this isn't easy the first time you do it, find the audiovisual material that works best for you, bring yourself right up near the edge in the way you would normally masturbate but not to the point of no return, and remove stimulation. then try your hardest to come by flexing and tensing muscles. if you get too far from the edge, bring yourself back up and try again. if you have other parts of your body that are sensitive to touch, you can lean on that a little (e.g. neck, nipples, thighs but not too close to the genitals) you can put your hands to work on those, although in my experience none of those are fully necessary either.

feel free to ask any questions this raises! i'm amenable to DMs, or if you're asking from a blog you don't want known (or just don't like DMs) you can also pick an emoji to send anon asks with! i have a list of taken emoji in my pinned, so you can pick anything that isn't listed there. i would love to hear any experiences you have using this info, and would be glad to give more details if they would help.

[babygirl-riley]

Okay okay listen, if you are a Greys Anatomy fan you know what I will be talking about. So I was watching the episode where George dies and Izzy is flatlining as well so both of them are in the middle part of the “afterlife.” If you haven’t seen it here is a link to go look at it.

Anyways it got me thinking about what IF you and Simon got hurt during a mission and that happens. Both flatlining, your souls still searching for each other but only one makes it out. Here I shall write it for you and here is the song to go with it:

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst list

It was suppose to be a simple go and grab but instead it was a ambush. Simon and you got trapped in the middle of the cross fire. You ducked behind a blown up car as was Ghost. “Ghost what’s your ETA?” Yelled Price through the comms.

Simon looked at you as you shot at the enemy. “We won’t be there.”

Your head snapped over to him, giving him a questionable look. “Say that again?”

Before he could answer back you heard a loud bang and him crumble to the floor. “No!” You yelled looking over at the stream line that it came from.

Sniper. “Ghost is down! I repeat Ghost is down!” You yelled shooting in that direction.

“We are heading yer way!” Soap responded as you heard movement from his end.

Before you could answer back you felt your body be thrown across the battlefield smacking right into a wall. You blacked out before looking around to see dust. You looked over to see Simon close to you, his clothes ripped to hell. You tried to talk but only stopped by coughing, that’s when you tasted the metallic.

You looked down at yourself to see a shard of metal in your stomach. That’s not good. Blood forming around it and spilling on the floor. The pain started to come through, running your blood cold. Panic. Don’t panic.

You felt someone grab your shoulder and dust came up. You lazily turned your head. Soap. He was yelling at you but only no sounds coming out. You moaned out and could feel yourself losing consciousness, panic was all over Soap’s face. You followed his gaze that left yours, landing on Simon.

Price was desperately taking his vest off, panting his face. You watched as you saw his chest rise and fall, looking like a coughing fit. You sighed as you looked up at the sky as you saw a helicopter fly above you.

It was so blue. You never noticed how blue it was. You slowly started to lose consciousness. At first it was all black then it was spurts of areas. You were in the heli then you were on the operating table. You could feel the oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. When you would try to be awake nothing would move, arms, legs, hell even your eyes. You would try to scream for Simon but nothing would come out. He wasn’t there.

You tried to get up and yell and scream for him but nothing would move. You started to panic feeling yourself get more heavier. Before you started to cry you felt calm.

That’s when the memories came by, you would watch from a distance. You and your siblings running around the yard as your dad would chase you. Playing tag or shooting water guns at each other. You heard crying and saw teenage yourself curled on the patio chair. Your father patting your back.

You remembered that day. Your “boyfriend” broke up with you. Standard teenage drama happened, that day you learned that you didn’t know what to do with your life. What happens? You go into the military and graduated. You watched as you heard a camera snap and it was you taking a picture with your siblings. In military wear. “Y/N.” You turned to see your mother staring at you.

You looked behind you to see no one was behind you. When you looked back she was in front of you. “Come here,” She said grabbing your hand gently and guiding you to the home that once stood. Your mother was younger than when she passed. No wrinkles. No aging hair. Like she was in her mid twenties maybe thirties. When you went inside you looked around. It was just like you remembered. Pictures littering the walls, children paintings covering the fridge. “You look tired honey.”

You snapped your head over to her. “I’m not tired. I am…” Confused. Scared.

“I know,” She mumbled. “Y/N. You need to stay with us.”

You looked at her confused once more. “What are you…” A flash and your chest burned, you looked down at it, nothing was wrong.

Your mom smiled. “It’s time to come home.”

You snapped your eyes back up at her. Before you could say anything the pain came back, yelling in the distant, and…

A flash. You gasped as you looked around and you were in the conference room that Price hired you on the team. You started to shake as you looked around. You were dressed in your blues, hair tied up nice and neat, military boots on.

“What the hell.” You whispered and looked at a door. Something was pulling you. Not physically just felt like your body needed to follow some invisible string.

It was closed but you still felt a pull coming from it. You slowly walked forward, opening the door, it was a hallway, empty, but how it would look normally with no one around. The base. It was the base. Then the feeling was coming from the elevator it is what was pulling you towards, you kept looking around to see if anyone was here. Was it a joke? What the fuck was going on? You walked out and the pain and flash came back. This time it hurt less. The pull becoming more powerful, more wanting.

Before you reached the button of the elevator, it opens. You stood straight up as tears welled in your eyes. Simon. He straighten up as well as his eyes caught yours. Those beautiful brown eyes you fell in love with, he smiled. He looked…happy, at peace, no mask. He was also in his blues. You smiled back, finally this is what you were pulled to. Back to him. It will always be him.

Then his face dropped, you were confused at first, until you heard distant yelling again. Simon looked behind him before back at you. Simon didn’t say anything as he frowned looking at you like he failed.

You frowned as well, seeing the flash once more. “We’re losing her!” That’s when you realized the reason you were pulled here.

Simon wanted to walk forward but couldn’t. You couldn’t either. Frozen in spot. Before either of you could say anything a bright flash blurs everything out. Nothing but the bright white covered everywhere. No mom. No sibling. No Simon.

[hazbincalifornia]

Aftermath

Chapter 67: The baby’s here.

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They’d settled him on the guest bed, rearranging the blankets. Loona had used the book to bring over a few more from the cabin after Stolas had directed her where to go before letting them have some space, and having things that smelled of Stolas mixed in with the scents of his family in Loona and M+M… it helped ease the itch in the back of his brain at least a little, even as his eyelids dragged with the weight of post-extermination corpses.

Someone had cut the cord when he had passed out- Millie, apparently, which sounded about right. Right now, he was trying not to let his eyes flutter shut as he held the baby close enough that the slightly-sticky skin clung to his own.

(He’d almost been too late to stop Striker. What was to say there wouldn’t be another in the wings once they realized the cowboy had cocked it up?)

Stolas had tried to offer to hold her, but Blitzo only clung harder, only compromising enough to have Stolas’s arm rest next to his own to share the weight. He’d pushed her out, he got first dibs. (What if she got dropped or someone tried to come in and kill her again, what if he hurt her, what if, what if, what if-)

Baby wiggled in his arms, making little peeps and nuzzling against his chest with her cheek. She was alive. She was moving, and alive, and really, really, real. Not just some little lump on a magical screen, but a real, warm, flesh and blood bird with imp horns and an imp tail and scars right from birth because he- because he-

She peeped again. Hungry. Of course she was, she’d never had actual food that wasn’t dripped into her belly through a squishy meat tube. Unfortunately, while Millie was able to scrounge up an old cloth diaper that fit her okay since it was meant for an imp infant a few months older, there wasn’t exactly owl milk laying around in a glass labeled ‘drink me!”, and Blitzo was going to have to deal with that particular thing himself.

It was a lucky thing that Aamon’s little gift came with it free on tap, since her squirms in his arms had seemingly kicked his chest into full ‘oh shit, baby time’ gear and a tender prod with his finger came away dripping white. Bingo.

“Alright, squirt, you want the special? Just for you, unless your bird-daddy decides he’s thirstier than usual,” Blitzo said, adjusting her in his arms. The dregs of the tranquilizer and the weakness from the energy-drain and the holy injuries dragged at his bones and fuzzed his head, but he could do this. People had been doing it since the start of boobies themselves, and his were just the right size for an owlet ready to nurse, particularly one that was rooting against his chest like it was cleavage full of good-quality coke.

“I think I’ll manage without,” Stolas said, a tinge of bemusement even as he shifted closer. “She needs it much more than I do.”

“Yeah, because you eat shit like whole rats on purpose,” Blitzo said as she found her prize on his chest and opened her beak. “I only did it because little miss-”

The screech he let out didn’t break the windows, but got real fucking close as her razor-sharp beak closed around the nipple- without the advantage of years of careful practice Stolas had that had left him adept enough to swallow down parts of Blitz’s anatomy without tearing them in half.

Well, shit.

Black dripped down to mix with white as she happily drank down the milky concoction mixed with droplets of blood. (At least somebody was happy.) Blitzo only barely managed to stop himself from tearing her away, and that was only because it would have ripped the whole fucking thing off. Instead, his fingers tightened against the slightly squishy baby-soft skin of her body and head as he sucked in a deep breath and let it out. After the initial bite, she hadn’t dug in any deeper, and she’d have to let go eventually, right? He could outlast a stupid baby and her stupid mouth drinking down the stupid milk that might have felt kind of nice if it wasn't for the pain.

But what about when she got hungry again? Already blood was dripping down and smearing over the skin of her chest and stomach, and he couldn’t just do this every time, it’d develop scar tissue that would affect the milk if nothing else. Fuck, how hadn’t he thought of this? Stupid, stupid-

“Please, are you alright, dear?” There was a hand on his shoulder. Stolas’s tone indicated he’d asked before and Blitzo hadn’t heard it over the ringing in his head, but he managed to nod.

“Yeah, I’m-” He shifted her in his arms. “I didn’t realize she was going to do that, but I shoulda figured after she sliced half my guts open asking for a snack earlier. Are there any of those, uhh… pump things laying around? Did we add those to the supply list?”

“I’ll have to check, but I’m sure there are,” Stolas reassured him as the baby’s head lolled slightly into him, beak falling open as she yawned and nuzzled into his chest again. “We can get them if we need to, I suppose I hadn’t thought… we had a wet nurse preparing milk for Via before she could eat solid meat chunks, but it was so brief that I’d nearly forgotten.”

“Great, so I can blame you then,” Blitzo said, but the bite had drained from his voice. She was still lapping up her first drink, and the sensation was… odd, especially when combined with how his body was a strange combo of achey and floaty from the pain meds. He wasn’t quite sure if he liked it, but the way her tiny body wiggled and made happy coos from inside the blanket seemed to indicate that she was a fan of what he had to offer, at least. Small mercies.

“At least she’s getting what she needs now,” Stolas said, shifting on the bed. “Going back to my question, though- are you alright?”

“I’m not bleeding out, and she’s alive.” Blitzo said. “Everything else is just gravy.”

“Mmm, well, I’d rather you be a bit better than ‘not bleeding out.’ We’ll have to find someone-” He was cut off by voices from outside.

“Mama, you aren’t gonna wanna-”

“It’s our house, Mildred, what’s in there that you don’t want us seeing?”

“It’s-” She sighed. “Blitz had the baby, right after the ceremony. There wasn’t a mess or nothing! But he’s not gonna want-”

“Oh, was that what it was?”

“What did you- did you hear the screaming and didn’t ask? I thought you were out visiting the Dustins like you usually do-”

“We just figured you were taking a break from that city boy of yours, we heard him hollering his head off when we popped our heads back in and figured you’d want some privacy.”

“You thought I was what?”

Blitzo couldn’t help a snort of a laugh as Millie started vehemently defending Moxxie’s honor. “Pssh, woulda been nicer to get laid than to shove this little lump out.” He turned his eyes down as the baby’s beak opened and she freed his nipple completely, blinking her bulgy eyes up with white and black droplets dripping down her chin. “Yeah, I can’t imagine it was a picnic for you either having to crawl through Daddy’s tight wet hole when you've been getting to chill inside your entire life, especially not when there was that whole holy weapon bullshit going on, but you made it out anyway. Who’s the best new little hellspawn in all the rings?”

She made a chirp that seemed to agree.

“As I was saying, we’ll have to have someone look both of you over,” Stolas murmured, even though he sounded slightly distracted watching the two of them. Fair enough- in his position, Blitzo probably would have been distracted too. Even now, he was only kinda half-listening, fuzz in his brain crowding comprehension as he stared down at the baby.  “You both made it through the birth without any apparent issues other than her scarring, but-”

“But I’m still right here and haven’t kicked the bucket, so we’re-”

“Blitz.” Stolas cupped his cheek with one hand, his thumb rubbing over the gentle bumps of the white scar tissue. “We need to make sure that you’re both alright… that nothing will grow into a problem later. You don’t want that for her, do you?”

Blitz looked down. She was heavy in his arms, but also so, so fragile- delicate skin, too-big eyes, light bones… a doll that could break all too easily, cradled in arms that had never been good at healing, only destruction.

“Alright,” his voice murmured. “Alright, fine, we can have somebody check her over.”

“Check both of you,” Stolas said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t want her to lose one of her fathers so early any more than I want to lose you.”

“Sap,” Blitzo muttered, but didn’t pull away- having Stolas’s gentle scent close to him helped soothe some jittery part of him that just wanted Mate, Nest, and Rest. “She’s going to have a hard enough time in the shitshow called life, probably a good thing I was able to stop cowboy casanova down there from taking you out too.”

“I’ll certainly have to pay you back for that,” Stolas said with a little nudge, one hand raising to squeeze Blitzo’s shoulder. “You’ve more than earned it, after everything.”

“Damn right I have,” Blitzo said with a yawn, eyes drooping down to watch the cute little meat nugget again.

She adjusted in her blanket to get her baby coze-levels at maximum, then rested her cheek against his chest with a little rumble and a flick of her tail that made a tiny twitch, the blanket muffling it slightly but not quite enough to let it disappear. He only clocked it after a second, eyes widening.

It was her very first purr, and it was for him, with him, laying against him with a chirpy little sound that called him home. (His eyes shouldn’t have been watering that quickly.)

“She…”

“She loves you,” Stolas said, adjusting her head slightly so Blitzo could see the tiny smile on her face as Stolas’s eyes welled with tears. (It wasn't like Blitzo could exactly judge, and he leaned a little more into Stolas's weight, allowing the soft feathers to cushion his sweaty skin.) “Loves us.”

“You too,” Blitzo whispered to her, arms tightening ever-so-slightly. She was squishy and vulnerable and had come into this world screaming, and he’d be blessed if he’d let anyone get in a second chance to end the perfect life that had only just begun.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and the purr they shared was a promise.

[drafthorsemath]

How do you think your favorite clones’ first time went?

Okay okay. I want to preface this by saying that any of these boys could be somewhere on the asexuality spectrum and I'd believe it, but that's another post with other reasons. Here's my best attempt at putting thoughts together.

Crosshair:

Let's be real. He's my favorite and I think about him the most so let's start with him. Basically, my thoughts are that it takes Crosshair a good while to get to the the point of trusting someone enough to form a relationship/partnership/bond, and then even more time to get to the first time together. He wants to make his partner feel good and thinks about this a lot beforehand without saying anything, but in the moment is still figuring out how to do that. He's somewhat unsure or insecure about taking his clothes off. I think if he's with someone who is going to be anything but soft for his first time, he's going to shut down. He's intelligent and thoughtful but he doesn't vocalize a lot of his thoughts so he needs to be with someone who understands how he communicates too.

Thankfully, some other people have written about Crosshair's first time so I am going to direct you to them.

Might I suggest Soft Starters by nahoney?

There's also two versions of Secure (f reader and m reader) by clone-anon-after-dark. These aren't necessarily first time for Crossbair, but first time with someone.

Tech:

I think he's going to do research to try to learn as much as possible, but Tech knows that you can't read enough to make up for experience. I think he's probably going to make his best attempt, and he might get a bit embarrassed at finishing early. I know Tech is usually very secure in himself, but there are all kinds of emotions wrapped up in sex for many people and I think he would choose to be with someone who brings out those emotions in him. I think there's a high chance he gets flustered at one point or another and needs some reassurance. I do like the direction taken by nahoney for Tech in Soft Starters (linked above), that he would want to be as prepared as possible. I think if he's with someone who has a little experience, he would let them take the lead for sure. I don't think he would jump into bed the moment he realizes he has feelings for someone and they are reciprocated. Tech is a planner so he would at least want to talk about it first. I don't know if this is exactly what I envision, but clone-anon-after-dark also wrote two versions of Don't Leave (f version and m version) that are pretty soft.

I don't know exactly, but anyway those are my thoughts.

Gregor:

Oh my god. I don't know if I've ever found a fic that describes his first time, so I don't have anything to link here that roughly lines up with what makes sense in my head.

I don't know that it was planned and I wonder if he was just fumbling around with someone he met during the war. I think he's a pretty go-with-the-flow kind of guy and he was all over the place during the war from what I can tell so I don't know that he was even in a relationship. Regardless, I think he would be a lot of fun and not let things bother him. He would be quite vocal about how hot he finds the person he's with and would make no bones about asking questions. "The Kaminoans thought we didn't need to learn much about anatomy, which is a real shame. Guess you'll have to help me out." I don't think he'd have a problem letting the other person take charge. He would love sitting back and watching. Gregor loves experiencing life and this would be no different.

I do think, however, the first time he's with someone he really loves, it clicks. Oh, this is what intimacy feels like and it's like a whole different first time.

Tagging: @freesia-writes

[localsamalicer]

The “how do you draw” person is back. I meant like how did you develop your style and do you have any recommendations for beginner artists. THANK YOU

Ahh I see! I’m sorry I’m not a good teacher, I don’t know how I did most of it lol!

Consume a lot of art and artistic and inspirational media, even if you don’t draw a lot look at other people’s drawings (I have always been a fast artist who drew literally every day sometimes multiple times, but I know that’s not realistic and you can still improve without having to draw every day n don’t feel ashamed for not doing so)

Early on do your best to study big body types as well and small ones, learning both at the same time will help, and in my personal opinion I feel like learning how fat distribution works on fat bodies will make understanding flesh anatomy easier all around and then you can mentally ‘take away’ rather then try and learn how to ‘add on’ bigger fat deposits later down the line. Like all bodies doing figure drawings of bigger people will help with how people move so you may do less stiff posing

Disconnect from your art, don’t fuss over making it perfect is what everyone says, and I feel like that isn’t enough for most from what iv seen. Your art isn’t as much a reflection of you as you think in the ways you are trying to be a perfectionist over it most of the time. Your art isn’t a reflection of you in the sense of your anatomy feeling off or your eyes being different sizes. However, I don’t mean don’t feel a connection or pride or strong feelings for your art, that is the whole point of being a creative! To make art because you want to and are drawn to. Just it’s okay to turn off the critical eye to your slightly shakey lineart of all that’s going to do is make you hate a piece.

Draw to draw for yourself first and only (even for commissions, but there is an aspect of your client’s input being important) post it only if you really want to, don’t make art may to post, make bad art! Make art you don’t like! Make art you only like certain aspects about. Dont post ever piece apologizing for something about it being not up to your standard. There is an understanding and or sentiment that you should just suffer and let yourself hate it and yeah that’s okay but I think you should disconnect yourself further, not just “oh suck it up if you make bad art and hate it” even if you like it, I think there’s a healthy amount of disconnect you can have with all art you make

I can direct you to some people better explaining then me and teaching ^^ everyone’s learning differently but Duchess Celestia on YouTube is one of the first people I can think of who has a trove of videos about specific and broad aspects of art and learning, she’s great. Some others I watch are Pikat, Bluebiscuts, qrbits, Jackie Dorujiko, Ethan Becker, and other scattered videos about anatomy I can’t seem to find currently bc I watched them years ago 😅 generally just watch and look at as many artists you like as you can, everyone’s taste is diff so everyone will gravitate to diff artists and therefore be surrounded by different style inspo.

Other artists I watch mostly to put YouTube videos on on the bg while I’m draw for inspiration and company are Emma Artful, GinjaNinja0w0, ABD Illustrates, LavanderTowne, and Prickly Alpaca.

I don’t have many book recommendations other then Morph’s Fat and Skin Folds, there is a free compete digital scan on Archive.com that’s where I looked at it if you can’t buy a physical copy :)

I’m not a good teacher, I don’t have a clear path to look back on as I mostly just spent years unconsciously improving. Like yeah I was drawing all the time and I wanted to get better and I was looking at some guidance but I just drew for me 90% of the time. I still draw for me most of the time I don’t do as many studies as I should, just luckily for me I happen to really like drawing clothes and unclothed figures and hands so figure drawing, one of the most pushed improvement exercises, is just something I do haha.

I wish I could help more! 😞 I am honored you think I’m at a point where I can give good guidance, I do honestly wish I could do more. Bottom line draw for yourself, which I know that and a lot of advice I gave is already given around a lot but it is at least a little true for everyone’s journeys.

[maddyb-rapps]

Two

The Farmers Son

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Ivy

The next morning we set off to the farm where Carl is being treated. I step out the RV next to Dale. “How is he?” Dale ask looking at the stressed couple.

“He'll pull through, thanks to Hershel and his people.” Lori stammers out.

“And Shane.” Rick adds. “We’d have lost Carl if not for him.”

I look over to Shane. It’s like looking at a different person. He’s in oversized clothes and is now bald. It’s not a cute look.

The group begins to give out hugs and greetings as Rick explains what happened.

I’ve never liked funerals. I had been too many to count even at a young age. So standing around a grieving family for a funeral of a man I never met is kind of uncomfortable.

I watch a blonde place one of the final rocks as she returns to her stop next to, from what understand, her brother. At least this place as him to look at. Oh god, I’m a bad person. I don’t need to be thinking about guys when a man died saying a child.

A man, Hershel, begins to speak from his bible for the funeral service. Then he turns toward Shane. “Shane, will you speak for Otis.”

“I'm not good at it, I’m sorry.” He mumbles keeping his head down.

“You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments. Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning.” The new widow begs

Shane starts to tell what happen but I zone out choosing not to hear about the man’s tragic final moments.

Yeah, I really don’t like funerals.

As Rick fills Hershel in on the whole Sophia situation I begin to make my way towards the two younger Greene siblings.

One is a blonde girl just a little taller than me. She seems sweet and soft spoken. The other is tall and lanky boy with short dark hair. “Hi I’m Ivy. Thanks for opening up your home to us.” I do my best to muster up the best smile I can.

“I’m Beth and this is my brother Jax. I like your sunglasses.” I forgot I had those on. I grimace as I put them on top of my head. Jax gives an awkward smile and a little wave after Beth elbows him in the side.

“I don’t mean to be a bother but is there anyway I can steal a quick shower.”

“Oh yeah of course. Just grab what you need and I’ll take you.” Beth smiles with a nod.

I do as she says grabbing a change of clothes and following her into the house. I look around as I follow her up the stairs. It’s cute and homey. “I’ll give you a razor and a toothbrush and you can use anything you need in the shower. Here’s a towel and a rag. If you need anything I’ll be in my room right across the hall.”

“Thank for this.”

“No problem. But hurry, I finally have someone here around my age other than my brother and trust me I was about to go crazy.” She laughs out.

“Ok, I’ll try my best.” I laugh as I close the door.

The shower feels amazing. Everything feels so much better when you feel clean. I step out and get dressed in my cut off jean shorts and an old Batman shirt. I use the set out hair bush and dryer to finish getting ready.

As soon as a finish braiding my hair to the side I make my way to Beth’s room. Walking in the open door I see Beth and Jax arguing with dvd cases scattered across her bed.

“Oh Ivy, tell Jax you’d rather start Grey’s Anatomy than whatever he wants!”

Oh my, yes please. I’m having withdrawal I love Grey’s!” I clap my hands getting excited.

“Bro, come on!” Jax groan before looking at me only to quickly turn his head. “Whatever we can watch the stupid doctor show.”

They make space for me in the full sized bed. “So who’s your favorite, this is a very important question.” Beth asked with excitement as Jax works on plugging in the the dvd player.

“Probably Christina.” I say after pondering for a moment. “But I hate Owen.”

“Ok good then we can be friends.”

“Oh, so that was a test.” I raise my brow.

“Yes, well not that it would matter. But yes it was a test, that you passed, we hate Owen Hunt in this house.” Beth says rather dramatically flailing her hands in different directions as she talks.

Jax turns around from the tv and looks at Beth like she’s crazy. “You’re literally the only one in this house that watches this shit.”

“Language.” Hershel scolds as he passes the door. Ok captain America. Something in his bored tone tells me he says that a lot to his son.

“Sorry, Dad.” The sibling say in sync.

“That was creepy.”

Beth playfully rolls her eyes before rushing Jax.

“Could you be any slower.”

“Hey! Don’t rush me you don’t even know how to work your own tv, it’s just sad.”

“Well, apparently you don’t either.” She snaps back.

Jax says nothing in return but seconds later the menu screen pops up on the screen. “Don’t know how my ass.”

Whilst the siblings continue to bicker I can’t help the smile on my face. This is nice.

“Ok, you go ask your parents and I’ll go ask my dad if you can stay in my room. It’ll be late an extended sleepover.” Beth says, practically bouncing with glee.

“Um-“ I don’t really know to say it. “I’m kinda— by myself.” I say sheepishly not wanting to deal with her reaction or pity.

“Oh..so you don’t even need to ask.” She smirks as I laugh.

“I’ll need to make sure it’s ok with…….” I don’t know who would be the one to ask. “L-Lori I’ll ask Lori, but I think I’ll be fine.”

“K, I’ll go ask my dad first.” She runs off as Jax turns towards me.

“It didn’t bother you did it— her asking you to ask your parents.” This is exactly what I hoped wouldn’t happen. That look of pity. It just pisses me off. I got it plenty of time before. And not just from the group, even before all this. From my social workers, foster parents, and anyone else who knew.

“Oh, no it was before all this. It’s fine just don’t like talking about it much.” Please drop it.

He fidgets unsure of what to say. “I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t making you uncomfortable.”

“Nope.”

“Ok good.” He gives a tight lipped smile. Welp this is awkward.

With amazing timing to save me from this conversation Beth comes back with a smirk on her face. “Dad said yes as long as we don’t get to loud after dark.” Yeah I guessed as much from the look on her face.

“I’ll go ask Lori.” I say making my way towards the door.

“Ok hurry, or I’m unpausing it with out you.”

“Yes ma’am.” A sarcastically salute her before actually leaving.

As I make my way outside looking for Lori I see her and Glenn off to the side talking in hushed whispers. As I make my way closer I begin to hear their conversation.

“Lori you’re pregnant.” Glenn stresses.

“Oh shit.”

“Ivy—”

A/N

Idk when I’ll be posting because softball has like officially started and school is currently kicking my ass. 😜

[glowstone23b]

OKAY HI semi sentient elytra thingies from phanon (phanon blog reveal) urs truly

Given the end is like. suuuper weird and alien. (I also hc endermen to be former ancient builders mutated because of eating chorus fruits when they got stuck in the end) almost nothing is like how you expect it to be there and that goes for elytras too

When they latch onto a user, over a period of time they’ll sink these tendrils into the shoulder blades and connect in with the blood etc and begin to sort of leech off you while trying to give you flying benefits + higher reaction times to stuff in exchange 🗣️

yk how when butterflies or moths emerge from cocoons and need a minute to pump blood thru their wings so they can get them to work?? Thats how that works !! meaning elytras take a second to slowly slowly adjust to the host and form wings that are best suited for them

now onto the mutation parts 1!1!1

sage (my oc) began to repair her elytra using phantom scales which phantoms shed naturally instead of killing them for membrane.

these worked .surprisingly really well . and she hardly noticed the fact that the elytra began to slowly mutate her

This was because the elytra sort of assumed— that due to the sudden bits of phantom scales, that they were biologically from her and that she was some sort of phantom-like hybrid person, and began trying to restore what wasn’t there, hence Sage getting a few phantom-like features

Also to note that while the mutations can change a few bits both behaviourally, physically and mentally they never really fully change the person? as in you won’t start going ham on ppl now that you’re partly a mob is what im saying (like Sage doesn’t have to worry about getting blinded by the sun despite being technically part phantom but being around bright lights can cause an eventual headache)

After like a fair few months of never removing the mutated elytra they eventually just. they’re never able to come off afterwards and just fully fuse into the host 👍yes this causes problems with wearing shirts and jackets

also sage oc reveal HUZZAH . dont look too hard at the anatomy i havent drawn a thing in months (shes in her pyjamas too) (my girl is not a morning person)

also yeah sometimes her phantoms try to preen her and it usually ends up scratching her skin ajdbekfjfk

DID YOU DRAW THAT JUST FOR THIS ASK

Also hello blog reveal I was already following you somehow 😂 loving your oc. Loving her

I also love tinkering with winged clothes concepts (like for people whose elytras have fused to them) so they snap or button or velcro in the back or something you know? Good stuff!

What if the elytra (after having been fully fused, I guess, but early users apply too) runs out of durability? Are the wings something you yourself can feel once they’ve fused with you, or is it more like… a neurological thing, where the elytra just know what you’re thinking? That way, it can move you in that direction! Could you feel them as an extension to your body? If they get hurt, would you be able to feel it as if it were your arm or something, or would it be numb? If you run out of durability on fused elytras, is that something you could ever fix? Would you be able to get a new pair if you hadn’t been fused yet? Would you have to try to cut off your old elytra to replace it if you *were* fused? So many questions (and no need to answer at all if you don’t feel like it but. I love this sort of stuff. That’s so cool! I have so many theories :))

For mutations, could you potentially *pick* how your elytra form to look on you? Like, if you tried to repair your elytra using a combination of some standard repair materials (phantom membranes, occasionally scales) as well as some other thing (like parrot feathers, for instance), could you possibly get the elytra to take on a form you’d prefer? Is it standard for everyone, or does it just assign you some sort of look to your wings (person A is butterfly, person B is dragon, etc.)? Sorry for all the parentheses. I have too many thoughts. I digress. If so, it’d be kinda fun seeing people change their wings as they grow or as their preferences change. People with parrot wings repairing with different colored feathers to ‘dye’ them in a sense, or some people mixing ingredients to get hybrid-looking elytra!

I like your endermen became endermen because of chorus fruits thing! I guess… if builders back in ye olden days managed to get to the end and LIVE, they’d have no real way back unless they defeated the dragon, so chorus fruit would be their only source! I think being in the end has gotta be weird, like in my head there’s zero wind or sounds, and the temperature is extremely neutral. Not hot or cold or anything, just kind of stagnant. Another alternative would be slightly chilly, but it might be less of a temperature thing and more of a ‘hey you’re in a different dimension, this isn’t normal’ sort of thing your body’s telling you. Eating a chorus fruit would be interesting, too! Teleporting? And it can also be popped! I feel like it’d have the texture of peaches or mushrooms, but after popping it you can make bricks out of it! What on earth sort of properties??? Idk, chorus fruit is neat though :)

I love your theories, so thank you for sharing!!! Your art rules???? That phantom design is so freaking sick????? I imagine them puffing up their wings like toothless from httyd trying to do that dance thing… silly babies, but the glowy markings help. I am also stealing Sage’s jammies, I love the kitties.

Anyways. Thank you for introducing Sage to me officially (as well as your blog) :). Hello, the both of you! Do you care for names/pronouns? Are phanon/invention alright? Cause I can start a tag for ya if you’d like!! I will throw art in your general direction too if you ever feel like it! Have a good day, I got a flight to catch!!