#i like drawing too many limbs sometimes

[s0dium]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗

A/n: Almost kinktober guys ;) Synopsis: How many rounds can JJK men go for? Characters: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen Warnings: Doggy, mating press, multiple orgasms, sub space, overstimulation, dub-con, photo taking, cock warming, nipple sucking, finger sucking, breeding, unprotected sex, virgin!Choso, mentions of masturbation, pussy drunk men

☆ Gojo Satoru: 3-4

The longest three rounds of your life

You think he can stop just cumming in you once? Hell no. The best part about sex is when he can see his cum oozing out of you with each push.

Also loves overstimulating himself until he is a groaning mess.

Unfortunately for you, Gojo Satoru is NOT a one-minute man.

"Awe come on don't go zoning out on me now~"

Gojo's voice is teasing, a low, melodic coo that slides into your ears as you struggle to focus. His grin is wide, almost predatory, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans in closer. You’re hazy, breathless, your mind clouded with pleasure, barely able to register the words.

"S'cant... feel too...” You mumbled and thrashed against Gojo's hold, forcing him to pin your wrists together above your head while he pistoned into you with brute force. Sure it's only the second round for him but for you, he's brought you over the edge more than your poor poor body can handle.

Your body feels completely spent, trembling with overstimulation as your legs, sore from the constant tightening and untightening, hang limp in Gojo's grip. He’s folded you in half, his hands pressing your legs against your chest, locking you in place with ease. The room feels heavy, a warm haze clouding your thoughts as you realize you’ve been drooling, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure to even care.

“Feel fucking amazing Jesus Christ.” Gojo manages to groan out between pants followed by a string of curses. Every time he leaves the clutch of your cunny, his cock is coated in a thick shiny sheen of creaminess, and when he snaps his hips back in, it settles right at the base of him, painting your puffy pussy lips as well. Gojo effortlessly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you with each forceful thrust. The new angle, paired with the relentless pace of his hips snapping against yours, sends you spiraling dangerously close to the edge. Your grip on the sheets falters, hands slipping as tears streak down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath you, completely mind-fucked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes every inch of your body.

Your limbs have no strength left to resist—no, you don’t want to. Every nerve in your body is thrumming, begging for more as you let him take control. His every movement draws out a fresh wave of sensation, each thrust sending you spiraling closer to that next high. You can’t stop it—there’s no chance to. Your body is his to use, to pull pleasure from again and again, and all you can do is surrender to the bliss as it builds, crashing over you uncontrollably.

"Come for me baby," Gojo coos. "I'll cum in you and if it spills we can start all over again."

~

☆ Toji Fushiguro: 6

First three you are riding him and doing all the work.

Then when your legs give out thats even he fucks you silly

He is so big :( Sometimes he has to let you cock warm him for a bit so you can catch your breath

This is it you where going to die.

You were going to be fucked to death.

"Shhh, stop crying would you? Yer' taking it like a champ I promise."

Two big hands come up to your face to wipe the hot tears streaming down your face. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, every muscle quivering as waves of pleasure leave you numb and overwhelmed. It’s like your senses have short-circuited, leaving you shaking, barely able to register anything beyond the intense, lingering sensation pulsing through you.

Even though Toji is unmoving inside you, your pussy cannot stop spasming from the pleasure of his fat tip pressed up against your g-spot. Even if he wanted to pull out right now, Toji doubts that your cunt would give up the vice grip on his cock. Coincidentally that meant that he was keeping you plugged with 3 loads of warm sticky cum in your tight walls.

"Fuck still so tight baby, you want me to fuck you more don't you?" Toji's voice is a low, teasing coo as his focus shifts to your breasts, his tongue flicking over each hardened nipple, tracing slow, lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. One hand squeezes your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other glides over your sides and stomach, his touch warm and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. With all the strength you can muster, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you so that you can feel his cock push impossibly farther into you, and he moans into your breast, biting your nipple softly. 

Then, without releasing your nipple from his mouth, he begins the slow roll of his hips into your sloppy cunt. Toji's hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each roll pressing him deeper into you with a tantalizing, unhurried pace. His movements are controlled, almost teasing, as he grinds against you, making you feel every inch, every pulse of his dick as he draws out your pleasure with each smooth thrust.

"Just take it m'kay? You can handle it."

~

☆ Geto Suguru: 4

Geto is a real fiend

The breaks between sex consist of him drinking water and kissing the water into your mouth. After that it's right back to fucking.

Loves taking photos of his cum oozing out of you. Looks at it when he is bored.

“So pretty….”

Drool dripped from your chin onto the pillow below, mixing with the tears streaming from your eyes, which were rolled back in bliss. Your breath hitched the moment Geto's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of your eye. As your eyes lock, a dark, knowing smirk curves on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were finally getting used to the dizzying, mind-numbing pressure of his tip crashing into your cervix—but the bad news? Your legs were completely numb, trembling and useless beneath you.

 “Did you hear what I said doll?”

 Whatever was left of your mind tried to reign back its focus on the man pistoning into you from behind, but as it turned out, there wasn’t much. The friction of his cock dragging against you was unbearable, even with the syrupy cum soaking the walls of your quivering pussy. All you could do was dizzily nod, earning a chuckle from Geto while he eyes the way your hips instinctively raise so his cock can sink even deeper into you from behind. If you could only know the heaven your cunt you're putting his mind in, he is sure you'd be the one smirking. Geto even has to bite harshly on his lip to stop himself from whimpering every time your sticky pussy spasms from pleasure.

The euphoria came in waves of electric current that pulsed through your sloppy pussy and the only thing keeping you grounded his loads of warm sticky cum dripping down your thigh.  

 “Come on speak to me baby, I've only come two times, we've barely even started.”

 The wet sounds of Geto's dick slipping in and out of you filled the room and your senses. His cock filled you so much better than your hands ever could, hitting that gummy spot inside your walls over and over again perfectly, and you wondered how you were ever satisfied with the way you masturbated before you met him.

 “I’m a lucky man arent I? To have such an obedient baby with such a pretty pussy.” His hand comes to your face to caress your cheek, and you nestle into his touch while his thumb wipes away your tears. Your too busy immersing in the warmth of his palm to notice the flash of light and the sound of a shutter above you. Even when you turn your head back in curiosity, all you see is Geto staring at the screen of his phone with a lazy grin spread on his face.

~

☆ Choso: 2

Give this man a break! He's a half century old curse who has never fucked before!

You should be glad that he didn't cum by just slipping his tip in, because oh god lord he is seeing colors.

Choso swore he wasn't a whimpering man. Nothing that good could ever make him stumble over his words like a schoolboy. But Jesus Christ, he was not expecting you.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Choso groans hoarsely. You felt good? Try god-like, Choso's mind was in euphoria right now. His hand or a fleshlight could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

"M'feel good Cho~" You whine, head thrown back against the plush pillow. The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldn't help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.

Choso was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head has a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.

Choso’s voice comes out in a deep, breathless groan, his grip tightening as he leans closer, his words heavy with need. "W-wanna do this all the time. Every day, baby," he rasps, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation. Each thrust seems to pull the words from his lips as if he can’t hold back, his body trembling with how good it feels. The thought of having you like this, over and over, only spurs him on, his pace quickening as he grinds against you, desperate to make this moment last forever.

Unable to handle the sensation, your hands grab his shoulder and grip them for dear life. Choso doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he’s not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

“Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?”

~

☆ Sukuna Ryomen: Lord have mercy

It depends.

Its either the longest no-break sex marathon of your life or 6 even seven rounds with small breaks in between.

Unfortunately, Sukuna is a sadist, it's a headcanon that he might prioritize his pleasure over yours. Combine that with his godly stamina and you have an insane combo.

Kneeling helplessly, both your wrists pinned behind you by just one of Sukuna’s powerful arms, you can only brace yourself as he thrusts into you from behind, each powerful movement sending shockwaves through your body as he effortlessly controls your every breath, your every tremble.

"C-cant do this!" you cry, your voice breaking as Sukuna's grip tightens around your wrists, holding you firmly in place. Your legs are sore from this kneeling position and the angle that his cock hits you is so euphoric it's almost painful from the sheer collision. Sukuna chuckles darkly, his pace relentless as he leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your neck.

"Oh, but you will," he growls, each word dripping with wicked amusement, his hips driving into you harder. "You don’t have a choice."

You can only wail in response, the sound escaping your lips uncontrollably as the overwhelming pleasure consumes you. Every thrust sends a wave of heat surging through your body, your mind going blank as Sukuna fills you completely, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure builds with each deep, forceful stroke, your body trembling beneath him, and all you can do is surrender to the intense, all-encompassing bliss that threatens to pull you under.

"Such a good girl, you're a natural submissive, aren't you? Or maybe you just loved being fucked like the slut you are."

How much time has passed? You can’t even tell anymore—everything blurs together in a haze of pleasure and heat. The rhythm of Sukuna’s relentless pistoning becomes the only thing grounding you, your mind foggy and lost as your body responds to him instinctively. Each second feels stretched out, an eternity of raw sensation as you teeter on the brink, utterly consumed by the moment.

"Gonna fuck you like this till I’ve had my fill, got that?" Sukuna’s voice is a low, dangerous growl in your ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine as he presses deeper.

[attleboy]

i thought too hard about insect motifs got a little silly and made... a lot lmao these versions of the characters are from @sm-baby's amazing digital carnival au!! full images and rambling about insect choices are gonna get stuck under the cut... it'll be a bit long and i will be putting photos of real bugs down there so be mindful

pomni: "butterfly"

inspirational species are black swallowtails mostly for the shape, and malay red harlequins mostly for the pattern

carnival pomni's actually the one that kickstarted this whole set... i drew her hat in a way that reminded me of butterflies, went "wait...", then i fully leaned into it :)

jax: "centipede"

there was no specific species for jax. without being able to use color, they were too similar to pick any out... i have included a giant centipede just for reference though since it was mainly larger centipedes i used for inspiration

anddd there's a little bonus sketch for how pre-sentience jax might've looked with a centipede outfit... he gets a bug scarf and some goggles!

ragatha: "ladybug"

inspirational species was the twice-stabbed ladybug chosen because the inverted color scheme looked the best out of all the ones i tried, and also because it's a metal name and we know ragatha's good with a knife... stabby stab... i did add more than two spots to the dress though, it just looks cooler lol

gangle: "spider"

inspiration was the spinybacked orb weaver which i was absolutely ecstatic to find because come on that is the perfect spider for gangle like look at it!! it looks like her mask, it's got red, it's got gold on the limbs, literally twinning

zooble: "mantis"

inspiration was the spiny flower mantis which, like with gangle, i feel is pretty much perfect for zooble... they come in many colors (including pink), have abstract patterns, and it gave me the excuse to cover zooble in spikes :D fun

and no kaufmo because i'm lazy and he's dead (sorry kaufmo fans but am i wrong), and the rest don't have bug names that i know of?

i still want to draw the carnival characters in their regular looks sometime, i just got really really inspired by the idea of secret skins and bug-themed outfits and went a liiittle haywire :P

anyways if you read all that you're a real one and you've got too much time on your hands... if you didn't, i understand, i get wordy, sorry :'D okay i think that's all byeee

[r3starttt]

CAITLYN X YOUNGER READER

CW: hc's. requests. mentions of spitting, slapping, fingering, strap-on sex. Caitlyn masturbating at the thought of reader (yum) finger sucking and lots of self indulgent filth tbh.

TAGLIST: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @tlouloser @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @patronagrona @halle5s @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight @nosferatuv

There are whispers about the two of you everywhere, a constant murmur. People talk—always do, always will—assuming you’re just another one of her fleeting indulgences, another girl caught in the gravity of her wealth, her power, her privilege. They say she’s using you, and that you, in turn, are using her. Yet, neither of you make any effort to deny them. If anything, you fuel the speculation, feeding it with the quiet, effortless way you let her spoil you.

She buys you everything—things you ask for, things you don’t. She knows your desires before you even voice them. There is no request too trivial, no whim too extravagant. From the simple comfort of a warm meal waiting for you after a long day, to the brush of her fingers working the tension from your shoulders, to the extravagant, glittering pieces of jewelry she insists will suit you perfectly. A handbag you mentioned in passing, the scent of a perfume she once caught on your skin and decided you should always wear. Every detail, every fleeting thought that crosses your mind—she captures it, makes it tangible. You have learned that with her, indulgence is not just a habit but a language of its own.

Caitlyn parades you through the gilded halls of her world without hesitation, pulling you into the orbit of champagne-soaked galas and whispered gossip. She tells you what to wear. "I know you better, love. Trust me—you’ll look stunning in this." And you do, always. With a hand at the small of your back, she leads you through the crowd, a silent declaration of possession in every touch, on your thighs, on your hips, on your neck sometimes. Her gaze never shies away, trailing over you with a kind of hunger that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud. She watches you—the curve of your hips, the slope of your neck, the fat of your tits and your ass.

She loves the attention you draw, revels in the way others look, but it’s not just vanity. It’s the thrill of knowing that no matter how many eyes linger, you are hers and hers alone. And she makes sure you never forget it—whether it's the press of her lips against your throat in the dimly lit corner of a gala, or the way she pulls you into a secluded bathroom to claim you over and over again.

Caitlyn adores taking care of you—if that isn’t already abundantly clear. She carries it like a quiet devotion. She notices the signs of your exhaustion long before you do, catching the subtle shifts in your voice, the tired droop of your shoulders, the distant look in your eyes. And she never lets it take hold. She’s there before the weight becomes too much—making sure you eat properly, that your restless nights don’t stretch into patterns of self-neglect, that your health is carefully preserved. When she’s not near, her absence is softened by the quiet efficiency of the staff she’s instructed to ensure your routine is upheld. Meals prepared just the way you like them, reminders whispered with gentle concern, a structure built from her care, constant even when she's not home.

But when she is with you, her attentiveness takes a different shape, something more intimate, more tangible. After one of those long, glittering nights at yet another gala, when the champagne has flowed too freely and the weight of the evening sits heavy in your limbs, she’s there—her arm intertwined with yours. The warmth of her hand pressing gently against your back, guiding you through the haze of indulgence and into the soft sanctuary of your shared bedroom. She settles you onto the bed with an effortless grace, her fingers ghosting over your skin, tracing delicate paths across your arms, through your hair, whispering soft reassurances that melt against your senses. Her lips find the curve of your temple, the corner of your mouth, the pulse at your throat—each kiss grounding you, pulling you closer into the gentle lull of her presence. She holds you like a precious thing, cradling you until sleep finally claims you.

And you can only thank her in the ways you know how. Dressing in the silks and lace she’s so carefully chosen for you. You wait for her return after too many days apart, anticipation humming beneath your skin as you let her enter first, savoring the moment before you follow. Your hands find her shoulders, trailing soft kisses along the nape of her neck, lingering there before moving to her jawline, each touch a silent welcome.

You guide her to sit, undoing the buttons and ties of her clothes with a slow, deliberate tenderness. And then you let her touch, let her remove each piece of tender fabric from your body until her hands are on your hips, guiding you to sit in between her legs. Rocking your body up and down her skin just to feel the heat of your whines against her neck, your nails digging into her shoulders when she grabs your ass almost too aggressive. And then when your wet exposes all of you, when the sounds get so loud it's almost too obscene, there she lets you take her fingers, kissing your breasts and putting your nipples into her mouth while you ride her hand. If she's not too tired then she'll take her strap, laying you on the bed to admire each reaction your body makes, each tone your lips let pass, each frown your eyebrows create. Or maybe she'll let you handle it as you wish, just holding your head while you suck on the blue length, or holding onto your ass and hips and waist while her mouth almost drools at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each thrust on her strap.

Caitlyn is acutely aware that your age can sometimes create a quiet distance between you, a rift born not of intention but of circumstance. She knows it can be the root of certain insecurities, both yours and hers, though you may never speak them aloud. Yet, she meets these uncertainties with a steady resolve, constantly reminding you in her soft, assured way that she doesn’t care about such things. Caitlyn sees the brilliance in you, the sharp wit and unflinching curiosity that often leaves her in awe. She adores the beauty you carry—both the kind that turns heads and the quiet kind, the one revealed in the soft moments when you think no one is watching.

Because just like you she sometimes finds herself in an expensive room away from you, hands sliding her clothes off her body with no shame but desperation, circling her fingers around her clit, grasping at her breasts like they were yours. Only when she feels her slick dripping she allows herself the sensation of her fingers, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, hoping they could be yours instead. Or brushing her hair over one of her shoulders while her knuckles turn white at how hard she's gripping the sheets, trying to make the soft of the pillow feel as good as your skin.

Caitlyn loves the maturity in you, the resilience, the determination to carve your place in the world. But she loves the immaturity too, the moments when your youthfulness shines through in bursts of enthusiasm, naiveness or stubbornness. To her, it’s all part of what makes you you. And more than anything, she delights in giving you the freedom to explore the world the way she wishes she could have at your age.

But Caitlyn also knows the experience, and she’s certainly not afraid to remind you of that, even when you don’t want to hear it. There’s a quiet authority in her, a subtle yet unyielding belief that she often knows better than you.

And when you forget you’re in a relationship—one built on love and balance—and not simply some casual arrangement. It’s in these moments that her condescension slips through, not out of malice but from a place of confidence in her own wisdom.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, frowning as you adjust the straps of the dress Caitlyn picked out for you earlier. It's stunning, of course—she has an eye for these things—but something about the way it hugs your body, the way it reveals just enough, makes you hesitate. You tug at the fabric, trying to convince yourself it’s not too much, too daring, but before you can slip into self-doubt, Caitlyn’s voice cuts through.

"Stop that," stepping closer, her reflection appears behind yours in the glass. She's already dressed, flawless as always, effortless confident. Her hands find your waist, grounding not only your thoughts but your body in a way that makes your breath hitch.

"I know you think you have a say in this," her tone like she’s humoring you. Like she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you do.

You roll your eyes at her reflection, but she just smirks, tilting her head slightly as she watches you. That gaze of hers—assessing, knowing—has a way of stripping you down more thoroughly than any dress ever could.

One of her hands slides up your bare shoulder, fingers tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone, "but let me remind you—when it comes to things like this, I always know best."

Her lips brush against your neck, and it’s infuriating how easily she takes control, how effortlessly she disarms you with a mixture of amusement and authority. "So be a good girl and wear the dress."

The way she says it leaves no room for argument—not that you’re inclined to fight her when she’s looking at you like that, when her touch is so deliberate, her words laced with something you can’t quite name but crave nonetheless. You swallow hard, nodding slowly, and Caitlyn hums in approval, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath your ear before stepping back.

"That's what I thought." And just like that, you let her win—because deep down, you love it when she does. Mostly because of the reward that comes with it.

And oh, Caitlyn despises it when you’re disrespectful—whether it’s to her or to the carefully curated world she surrounds herself with. She expects a certain grace from you, a poise that matches her own, and when you falter—when your eyes roll in front of her colleagues, when your lips curl in disdain at the mention of a woman who so clearly yearns to be in your place—she doesn’t let it slide. Caitlyn is patient, indulgent even, but there are limits, and she’s always swift in reminding you of them.

She waits, of course, never one to make a scene. But later, when the champagne flutes have emptied and the polite smiles have faded into the background, she’ll take your hand, leading you through the corridors of some grand, gilded venue until you’re behind the locked door of an opulent bathroom. The kind with marble counters and mirrors that stretch too high. Her fingers, steady and knowing, trace the hem of your dress—the very dress she picked out for you, ensuring it would allow her effortless access when the need arose. And now, it seems, the need has indeed arisen.

She’s meticulous in her control, sliding beneath the delicate layers of fabric with a slowness that feels deliberate, a punishment in itself. Her touch is firm, possessive, her lips brushing just below your ear. "I dress you for a reason, love," she whispers, her tone dripping with authority, "so I can do exactly this when you misbehave."

She loves teaching you lessons like this—loves the way your bravado crumbles under her touch, the way your protests dissolve into soft gasps and whispered apologies. She keeps you there, pinned between the cold marble and the heat of her body, circling the pads of her fingers around your clit, smiling at your neck at how wet you are already, how damp your panties are. She sometimes thinks you're rude on purpose, just to get some fun at the boring of such events. Just to end up laying on your stomach on top of her lap, legs separated while her hand plays with the fat of your ass, spanking with no warn before sliding her fingers inside of your panties and scissor your folds, playing with your clit until you're wet enough and a wining mess. Only there she lets you have her fingers, her right hand busy holding your face in place as she lets you suck on her fingers, her rings still on. And her left one pumping in and out of you at the slowest rhythm. Maybe one day you'll learn to behave like she expects you to. Like you should.

[astrolook]

⭐Some Astrology Behind your Quirks⭐

Here's my post about your looks - Some Astrology Behind Your Looks

Note: These are just my personal observations over the years, so let me know in the comments if anything hits home! This post is based on Western astrology!

Venus in Aries - Cat lady vibe. Might have a pet. Sun-kissed glow. Got that X factor. Loves attention. Wears bold jewelry or accessories. Loves the sun or likes the color Yellow. Cheerleader energy. If afflicted or in Rx, could feel insecured about their looks.

Mercury in Taurus - Calm face, steady gaze. Style leans classic, sometimes vintage. If afflicted, might look tired or underdressed. In retrograde, it's that “I just woke up but it’s 4PM” look.

Jupiter in Taurus - Full cheeks, sturdy build. Belly shows abundance (or snacks). Might’ve been a chubby kid. Sometimes wheezy.

Jupiter in Gemini - Lean frame, animated face, eyes dart like thoughts. If afflicted, features look scattered, like a collage that doesn’t quite blend. If retrograde, eyes seem trapped in their own head, like they’re stuck choosing a lane.

Mars in Gemini - Slim build, fast movements, talkative face. If afflicted, fidgety, scattered gaze, may look wiry or strained. If retrograde, tired eyes, overworked aura, like they're second-guessing themselves.

Venus in Cancer - Round face, doe eyes, soft or maternal expression. If afflicted, puffy features or closed-off vibe, like hiding behind sweetness. If retrograde, eyes look nostalgic or mournful, like they miss something unspoken.

Moon in Cancer – Round eyes, soft cheeks, a face that looks like it’s felt everything. If afflicted, moody or puffy features, like they’ve been crying or holding it in. Distant gaze, as if beauty is there but emotionally checked out.

Saturn in Leo - Defined features, serious stare, looks like they’ve had to grow up fast. If afflicted, stiff vibe, like they’re trying too hard to seem confident. If retrograde, tense face, like they’re always lowkey arguing with themselves.

Mars in Leo - Big presence, confident face, might have great hair or bold style. If afflicted, comes off a bit forced, like they need to be seen. If retrograde, looks frustrated or blocked, like they wanna shine but something’s holding them back.

Venus in Virgo - Neat features, clean style, that effortlessly tidy look. If afflicted, poor hygiene or unkempt vibe, like they gave up on trying. If retrograde, beauty’s still there just super understated, easy to overlook.

Moon in Libra - Balanced face, pretty smile, always looks composed. If afflicted, distant eyes, like they’re pretending they’re fine when they’re not. Beauty feels cold or guarded, like they’re stuck between feelings.

Saturn in Libra - Classic beauty, serious stare, looks like someone you'd fall for and regret it. If afflicted, cold charm, like they broke hearts before lunch. If retrograde, heartthrob energy but gentle like the one who won’t break your heart.

Mars in Scorpio - Intense eyes, magnetic presence, looks like they know all your secrets. If afflicted, heavy energy, like they’re carrying old pain on their face or a man-child and overly emotional. If retrograde, still deep but emotionally shut in like they feel everything but won’t show it.

Venus in Scorpio - Sharp eyes, intense stare, features that draw you in without trying. If afflicted, messy vibe, might look seductive but unpolished or emotionally drained or delusional. If retrograde, beauty feels hidden or downplayed, like they’re not ready to be seen.

Moon in Sagittarius - Open face, bright eyes, looks like they laugh even when they’re sad. Weight fluctuations. If afflicted, restless expression, guarded eyes, like they’ve been through too many ups and downs. Smile doesn’t reach the eyes like they’re stuck pretending everything’s fine.

Saturn in Sagittarius - Long limbs, thoughtful face, looks like someone who’s always learning the hard way. If afflicted, chaotic or unkempt vibe, may struggle with addiction, no sense of balance or direction. If retrograde, still carries weight well, but it shows in slouched posture or quiet overwhelm.

Jupiter in Capricorn - Defined jaw, serious expression, looks like success in progress. If afflicted, materialistic vibe, stiff energy, may hoard or overcompensate with status. If retrograde, still polished but toned-down like wealth in quiet mode, juggling too much inside.

Mars in Capricorn - Always looks like they’re grinding, calculated energy, moves with purpose. If afflicted, takes shady shortcuts, fake deals, hustles with no structure. If retrograde, does it all alone, struggles to delegate, trust issues with teamwork.

Venus in Aquarius - Unique style, cool aura, looks like they flirt just by existing. If afflicted, offbeat in a try-hard way, gives “I’m different” or "Am not like other girls" but also distant and detached. If retrograde, still quirky but less bold like they’re keeping the weird under wraps.

Mercury in Aquarius - Sharp eyes, spaced-out look, like their thoughts are ten steps ahead. If afflicted, detached or smug vibe, talks smart but comes off cold or hard to reach. If retrograde, still distant, but softer like they’re deep in thought and forgot to speak.

Saturn in Pisces - Looks spaced out, like they’re always emotionally tired but trying to hold it together. If afflicted, avoids stuff, quits halfway, can’t move on especially from people they shouldn’t miss. If retrograde, still overwhelmed, but hides it better keeps feelings locked up to survive.

Jupiter in Pisces - Gains weight easy, soft face, looks like they stay in bed too long and cry at movies. If afflicted, manipulates with guilt, brags while playing humble, uses people’s kindness. If retrograde, still wants attention and comfort, just sneakier about it won’t admit it out loud but really warm and kind.

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[meanderingwistera]

Saint

Summary - After your ability to heal others was discovered you were taken to a monastery high in the mountains. The monks raised you in their ways and their beliefs. Once you are old enough you begin to offer your healing abilities to people who need it.

Soon enough you attract something you never intended too and he won’t give you up now that he has found you. Pairing - Kitsune!Suguru Geto x Saint!Reader

Content - Smut, Somno, oral (fem receiving) some fluff, religious imagery, no specific religion stated, afab!reader, Dark Content, violence, manipulation, mental conditioning, dubcon, baby trapping, obsessive behavior, isolation, stalking, deification, slight horror elements if you squint, the relationship starts out somewhat healthy then spirals from there

Word count- 7.1k

A/N - This was a lot longer then I expected lol

Banner credits - @cafekitsune

There is a rumor of a Saint living in the halls of a mountain top monastery.

They are said to be benevolent and heal others without thought. Rumors say they are ethereally beautiful and are sent by god to the world to remind them of his teachings.

Suguru wants to laugh at the idea.

He knows that humans like to make up pretty little lies. They give meaning to meaningless things and try to name things that are nameless. It is how they get through life and Suguru finds it pitiable. Why delude yourself into thinking that something is looking down at you from the sky? 

It won’t keep humans from the darker sides of themselves. Sometimes it can encourage that. Many men of faith use religion against other humans for their own gain. So why humans even bother with it in the first place confuses Suguru but he lets them have their meaningless delusions.

As a spirit Suguru has lived for many years, he is older than the systems that humans have in place. He has heard his fair share of fairy tales from the mouths of humans. Sometimes they are amusing, others are just ridiculous, much like the one being told right now.

“The Saint up there really can heal you!” A man says and holds out his wrist, “They healed my broken wrist.”

The other man looks amazed, his eyes are wide and his mouth is agape.

“Really? My wife has a bad back, do you think they can heal that?” He asks desperately.

Suguru tries not to laugh as he walks by the two men. How stupid do humans have to be to believe that a Saint exists. There is no higher power so someone sent down by them is a ludicrous idea.

But the idea sticks in his mind. It lodges itself in the back of his head as he moves through the village. He rolls the idea of a saint around in his mind. They would most likely be a scammer and they seem to run a good scam if the word has gotten this far.

A look into this “Saint” couldn’t hurt.

Suguru finds himself in the middle of a huge line a few hours later. His leg aches with the self inflicted wound he gave himself. The people around him are in various stages of pain. Some only have light cuts, others have broken limbs. 

The line moves slowly and most people come out looking better than before, which intrigues Suguru. Soon enough he is next in line and is ushered into a huge room. 

The dark wooden floors are a contrast to the paper shoji doors that line it. The monk escorting him in bows to the person in the middle of the room then exits. 

Your white robes catch his eye, the white color signifying innocence and godliness. They are rather modest in make and design, as if to muddy your appearance to make you more approachable. Suguru wants to laugh at this play to get him to trust you.

The white veil over your face is something he hadn’t expected. Maybe it was to give an air of mystery to you that will draw people in. The white thin fabric falls just short of your lips in a taunting show of skin.

Suguru doesn’t wait for you to motion him forward and walks up to you. You don’t even flinch as he stops only a mere few inches from you. 

“What ails you?” You ask with a small smile.

“My leg.” He replies to you, a sceptical tone to his voice.

Suguru is ready for you to be a fraud.

Someone peddling to the masses for offerings. What Suguru is not prepared for is to be wrong. He has never been wrong about humans before. They are fragile and somewhat stupid creatures but as your hand fits in his and a warmth fills his body he is proven wrong.

The warm feeling spreads throughout his body. It mends his broken leg and soothes slightly sore muscles from the walk up here. A soft sigh leaves his lips. When you retract your hand he almost doesn’t let you.

He had never cared for religion or anything of the sort. It was a waste of his time. He doesn’t know if a higher power exists but he now knows of your existence. You who heals the sick with a kind smile, who uses this gift to give to others with no reservations about it.

You are an angel- a divine being sent down to this terrible world by some higher power. He had read a few religious texts in his younger years and had been intrigued by the idea of saints but now that he sees you he is not intrigued, he is addicted.

Suguru stands a bit taller now that his leg is no longer broken and you have to look up at him. It gives him satisfaction that he could engulf you in his arms to hide you from the other undeserving people who come to steal some of your light.

“I wish you a safe trip down the mountain.” You tell him in a cheerful tone.

“Thank you.” He responds and walks away from you. As he leaves Suguru wants to laugh at your statement.

Because now that he has you he won’t be leaving this mountain for a while.

Your life is a peaceful one. 

The monastery is a place of tranquil reflection and you bask in the peace it offers you. You are safe in its walls and with the monks. And You usually feel at ease while walking through the halls. 

But there is something watching you.

You feel its eyes baring into your back. And every time you turn to try and catch what is watching you you see nothing. 

Your subconscious mind keeps telling you to run from the thing that has attached itself to you. You feel haunted- no, hunted by it. You feel like a rabbit being chased by a fox. A rabbit ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The heart in your chest is beating so loud you feel it in your ears as you look around.

The feeling of being watched never truly goes away. The eyes follow your every move and nowhere in the monastery is safe from them. Even when you are praying or healing others you feel your subconscious telling you to run from whatever is watching you.

You don’t fully understand the thing’s aim. It hasn’t tried to hurt you but it hasn’t put you at ease either. So you are in a constant battle with your fight or flight instincts. After weeks of keeping this feeling from others you can’t take it anymore.

“I don’t know what to do.” You say and hug yourself tightly, curling in on yourself. “I am constantly feeling eyes on me.”

The Head Monk, Eiji, hums in understanding, “We can perform a cleansing ritual for you, it could help.”

You nod numbly at his words.

“The wards here are strong and can keep spirits out. You are safe here.” He says and takes your hand in his.

You give him a small smile, trying to channel your usual happiness. Eiji doesn’t look convinced by your smile and sighs. 

“I will have the monks pray for you as well,” He says and gives you a hug.

You feel safer in his arms. Eiji had raised you since you came here when you were ten. He taught you everything you knew about God and everything else. His opinion matters to you and his words help to soothe the worry deep in your chest.

Hopefully the ritual will free you of your fear.

The monastery you live in doesn’t have very good wards. They are old and let him walk in and out as he pleases. What that old Monk told you was laughable, the wards are like spider webs that can easily be pushed aside.

It is so easy to watch you, to find out everything about you. Suguru keeps an eye on you from the shadow of the trees that line the monastery. You spend most of your time wandering the halls or healing people. His eyes trace your outline and he commits it to memory.

The monks are always around you or the maids that attend to you. He may not like that they are near you but he does makes a note of how they attend to you. Suguru will need to know how to take care of you to keep you happy when you are his.

The more animalistic part of his brain urges him to take you now. To keep you safe from the people who take your light for granted. It takes his years of experience with patience to keep himself at bay. 

Suguru doesn’t want to scare you, he wants you to be comfortable with his presence.

But tonight he can’t stand this distance much longer, so Suguru makes a bold move. He walks into your set of rooms, he wants to make you comfortable but Suguru can’t stay away from your orbit for long. He longs to worship you the way you deserve. 

As he walks through the dark halls he checks to make sure that everyone is asleep. Your maids are all in their beds and sleeping soundly. His footsteps are the only sound in the hall as he walks to your door. 

The door is slightly ajar and he slips into your room. He quietly makes his way to your bed. Soft sighs leave your lips as he creeps closer. 

Your sleeping form is peaceful and he craves to curl around you. Your body would look so beautiful in his arms or under him. 

You don’t stir when he gets closer to the bed. Suguru chuckles at how deep a sleeper you are. He is so close to you but you are still asleep and unaware of him.

Suguru leans over you and takes a deeper look at you. For the first time he can see your face. Soft features scrunched slightly in sleep are illuminated by the moonlight. Suguru understands why they would hide your face from others. 

He feels like he has seen the face of god. This is why god’s face can’t be looked upon, people would go mad with just a smile from you. Wars would start from just the shape of your lips alone, whole countries destroyed with a flutter of your eyelashes. And he would fall to his knees to worship you if you just asked.

Suguru decides that he can no longer hold back from you.

After you take a break from healing people and the monks purify your spirit you feel better. The eyes that you once felt on your back have vanished. 

Your steps are lighter as you walk around the monastery. You feel the cheerfulness that was drained from you deep back in. It is the best feeling in the world to be free of whatever was haunting you.

On one of your regular walks through the expansive halls of your home you bump into someone. You have never seen him before.

“I am sorry for bumping into you.” He apologizes and bows to you.

Blinking in surprise you put a hand on his shoulder in a plea for him to stand back up.

“Please don’t bow,” You say quickly, “I am a normal person like you.”

When he stands up to his full height your eyes are immediately drawn to his eyes. They draw you in. Their lavender color slowly fades into bright violet near the edges, they are a color you have never seen before. 

You barely register him talking to you as you are preoccupied with his eyes.

“I am the one at fault.” He repeats himself with a fox-like smile on his lips.

“You are fine!” You respond with both embarrassment and intrigue.

He joins you on your walk after that. 

You learn his name, Suguru, and how he came to be here. He is very knowledgeable about many subjects. It is a shame you think to have him here and not out in the world with the amount of knowledge he has.

Suguru also asks many questions about you that you have never really been asked before. The Monks are not really talkative so you mostly talk to the people who visit you for healing or your maids. And even then you don't talk about yourself much so it takes you some time to think about some of his questions.

A week later the daily walks with Suguru become routine.

Suguru has managed to work his way into your life in a matter of weeks. The time he walks beside you makes the time spent in the company of the monks worth it. As you grow closer to him he slowly coaxes out more about you that he couldn’t learn from just watching you. 

He is very surprised to learn that you are very timid for your position. 

You rarely talk about yourself, choosing rather to focus on him and your faith. He feels a twinge of jealousy when you whisper god’s name with such reverence. You shouldn’t be so reverent to something that could never rival your divinity. 

But he feels better when he sees you blush at his complements. Your cheeks heat up at the slightest hint of compliment or touch. It is adorable how easy it is to fluster you. Your reactions are more addictive than any drug he has come across.

Sadly you always are pulled away from his conversation and gentle teasing, whether it is by your own accord or someone calling for you. His hands twitch with the urge to hold you to him so you can’t leave every time you walk away from him. 

Suguru doesn’t want to restrain you, he wants to protect you. Something divine like you needs to be safe from those who wish to use you for their own selfish desires. 

More often then not it is the head monk who steers you away from Suguru’s company. You, none the wiser, follow him as he steals you from Suguru.

The Head Monk has proven to be a great obstacle in his plan to get to you. His remarks towards Suguru are sharp and his glare even more so when you are involved. He can see through Suguru’s act in a way he has seen for a few centuries. Suguru would respect his intuition if it wasn’t getting in his way. 

So he needs to get rid of him.

Suguru waits for the Head Monk to come into his office at the end of the day before he attacks him. The sun is set and the room is dark except for the candles that are flickering in the dark. Suguru is hiding in the shadows of the room, the usual mask of humanity gone.

The Head Monk sweeps into the room with a weariness to his features. He practically slumps into his chair with a sigh. His guard is down and Suguru seizes this opportunity to kill him. It is easy to tap into the more violent part of his nature. To let his claws rip through flesh and bone, to let blood stain his robes and splash on his face. 

Suguru allows himself to utterly destroy him. He revels in the mangled bloody mess he makes. The Head Monk puts up a fight at the end. A last burst of adrenaline from a dying man. Most humans fight at the end, trying to use their last bit of energy to get away from what is hurting them.

When Suguru is done the monk is an unrecognisable heap of a body on the marble floors. You can’t tell his brain matter and internal organs apart from one another. The white and tan robes he wore are stained with his own blood.

The body is easy to get rid of. Suguru scatters it around the mountain, never letting too much of it be in one place. The animals will feast on his scatter remains.

He cleans up the mess he made before dawn. His hands are scrubbed clean of all blood before the sun creeps above the trees. And the floors look clean enough that you would have never guessed that he murdered someone last night.

Now nothing will stand in his way.

Over the next few days people begin to worry when the Head Monk is nowhere to be found. Everyone scrambles to find him but they come up empty handed. 

The effects shake the whole temple. People try to figure out who will take his place and if there should be a mourning period for him first. Everyone is either in a panic or in mourning.

Suguru is the main candidate for head monk. Even if he has only been in the temple for a few months his personality and piety are revered by the whole community. He sees this as a wonderful opportunity to get closer to you so he takes the job. 

You, of course, are devastated by what happened. Suguru knows that you saw that man as a father but he feels no remorse for the murder. He can see the tears that stain your veil as you pray for his soul. He gently takes you into his arms to comfort you. 

“I am sure he is safe in the lord’s hands.” Suguru murmurs softly to you.

He made sure of that.

“Thank you Suguru.” You pull back to thank him with a sad smile on your lips.

He suppresses his shiver when you say his name. It is so sweet from your lips. Maybe that is the way it is supposed to be spoken but he hasn’t heard it that way before. 

“Don’t thank me, I just hope to live up to his legacy.” Suguru says with a fake sense of uncertainty and lets you go reluctantly.

“You will do great.” You reassure him and to his surprised delight you bring your hand up to cup his cheek. Suguru leans into your hand with a sigh, melting into you kind touch. You giggle softly at his reaction. 

“Don’t doubt yourself, god will guide you.”

“He will.” Suguru agrees through his teeth. “But I would also like your guidance from time to time.”

You blink up at him in surprise, your pretty lips parted slightly. 

“I don’t think that I will be of much help.” You look down, trying to downplay yourself.

Suguru’s heart aches when you try to discount yourself this way. He takes your chin in one of his hands and lifts your face gently up to look back at him. 

“You are sent by god, your voice matters above all others.” He tells you.

Your face heats up as he holds you face up. Just the smallest bit of contact has you this flushed and he would love to see how you would react to all the things he wants to do to you. You pull away with a nervous laugh and smooth down your kimono. He almost coos at your reaction.

Suguru has all the time in the world now to help you become accustomed to his touch.

Suguru becomes more present in your day after he becomes head monk. He will drop by to see how you are doing or to just talk something over with you. His attention makes you feel important and you can’t help but flush when his hand brushes yours.

You dream of him. The crescents of his eyes and the soft curve to his lips follow you even in sleep. 

The dreams always leave you wanting. His hands trace the hills and valleys of your body. His lips are pressed to your neck as he works you open. You ride his fingers as he coos at you with praise for doing so well. You get so close to release then you wake up.

“Are you sleeping well?” Suguru asks you one day, all softness and concern.

You can feel some fatigue from your constant waking up in the night and the sleeplessness that comes after but you can’t tell him. 

“I am fine!” You deflect and wave off his concern. “I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Suguru seems to debate what he wants to say. Your footsteps and his are the only sound in the empty halls. You have realized that you haven’t seen that many monks today. 

“I have heard that sleeping with someone in the same bed can help that.” His comment breaks through your line of thought.

You look away at the thought of sleeping in his arms. He would be warm and maybe the dreams would stop if you were in his arms. 

“But who would want to sleep in the same bed as me? I don’t think I could do that if it wasn’t someone close to me.” You explain your concern to him.

“I will offer up my bed to you anytime.” Suguru says and his usual fox-like grin is back in full force. Your heart beats loudly in your chest.

“Maybe I will try that.” You admit softly.

“Will I see you tonight then?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“Yes.”

Later that night you pace back and forth nervously in the hallway. Your hands smooth down your kimono in a soothing manner. It doesn’t bring your nerves to heel thought.

You have never been this intimate with another person. Your position as a Saint kept you far away from others' physical contact. There has always be a thin veil between you and the world. So now you don’t know what to do now that you have been invited to touch another person.

The only light in the dark hall is the flickering lamps in Suguru’s room. You can’t really see him but you can see an outline of him in the lamplight. Finally schooling your face into something less terrified you open the shoji door slowly. 

Suguru is sitting at a low desk with a book open. He is the picture of serenity as his eyes skin the pages. His kimono is rumpled slightly, exposing more skin then most would bare. You can’t help but trace your eyes down his exposed neck, collar bone and chest.

“Ah,” He says with a grin, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his honey sweet tone. You feel the sudden urge to flee to some place safer. It is a contrast to your growing attraction to the man in front of you. 

“I didn’t want to disturb your reading.” You say and he closes some of the distance between you.

“You could never disturb me,” His hand reaches behind you to shut the door, shutting you in. “I enjoy your company, no matter what I may be doing.”

Suguru’s hands are gentle as he walks the two of you to his bed. His hands are soft and practically envelop yours. He directs you to sit on the bed as he blows out the candles.

In the dark you can’t see him but you hear his footsteps as he approaches the bed. You tense up as he sits down on the opposite of the bed. For a brief moment you swear you feel that pair of eyes again. 

Then Suguru’s warm touch guides you down on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his chest. You make yourself comfortable, still keeping your head on his chest.

“Is this okay?” You whisper to him.

His chest rumbles softly with a chuckle.

“If you are comfortable then I am.” Suguru murmurs to you.

His hand begins to run up and down your back in a soothing manner. It feels good if not a little foreign. You have not been touched in this way for years now so you are both melting and tensing at his touch. 

Finally your body melts into his embrace fully. You sink into his chest and he wraps his other arm around you. It is peaceful like this, it is a peace you haven’t experienced before. For the first night in weeks you fall asleep almost instantly.

Suguru watches you sleep with barely concealed lust. 

You fit in his arms the way he has been imagining for months. Your body is beautiful pressed against his like this. His eyes are better at seeing in the dark then a regular human’s so he can see how your lashes flutter in your sleep and your softly parted lips. 

Suguru needs to feel you against him fully. He needs to know how you would taste on his tongue. 

You stir a bit in your sleep, thighs squeeze together around his thigh. Desperately you grind on his thigh chasing your high. He smiles to himself, you must like the dreams he has given you. 

He knows it’s cruel to deny you realise for weeks on end but the way you squirm is too pretty. Your soft moans and whines are a symphony to his ears. You are so helpless like this and Suguru likes you that way. You only need him.

Careful to not wake you he reaches a hand between your legs. You are already so soaked for him, your cunt so ready for him even if your conscious mind still pulls away from him. He runs a finger along your folds slowly, you shudder at the contact. 

“How cute.” He coos at your reaction and pushes a finger into you.

Your grip on his kimono tightens as he retracts his finger then pushes it back in. Once he is sure you won’t wake up he picks up his speed. He adds another finger and your cunt clamps down on both of his fingers. You are grinding down on his fingers to chase your orgasm. 

You arch as he finds your g-spot. 

He can feel you getting close, “Come on, you can cum for me, I know you can.”

It only takes a few more pumps of his fingers before you are spilling all over his hand. Your breathing is still even as he raises his hand to his lips. You taste so sweet on his fingers and he might get addicted to you.

You have never felt better after a week sleeping in Suguru’s bed. It is a vast improvement from the previous weeks of little sleep. You are certain that he is magic because of how easily he can get you to sleep.

More and more of your days are spent with Suguru. It must have been a week or so since you have left the wing Suguru’s room is in. You have practically moved into his room, most of your things are there since you spend your nights in his bed. He also takes great care in helping you with your nightly routine.

Suguru helping you get ready for bed started out gradually. At first he would just brush your hair for you. Then it slowly grew into him helping you dress and bathe. You had been skittish about the idea of having him see all of you but he had shushed your concerns and told you that he just wanted to help. His touch as he helps you is soft and gentle, almost reverent. 

He will trace circles on your back as you sleep so you fall asleep faster. Sometimes when you need it he will work out a tense muscle, you don’t get them much anymore because less and less people are coming for healing. It was perplexing how you rarely see a visitor or a monk anymore. 

You had stopped seeing visitors because the only ones that came were to visit the shrine and not to see you. The monks as well never really came to see you anymore. And your maids have seemed to have left you in Suguru’s care. 

But you don’t mind because Suguru is good company.

“I think I am going to take a walk around outside the monastery tomorrow,” You say with a yawn as you settle into bed, “I have been spending so much time with you that I haven’t seen another person in a while.”

“Of course.” Suguru says and there is something off in his voice but you just chalk it up to you being on the verge of sleep.

You fall asleep on his chest a few minutes after. 

Suguru is devastated that you are trying to leave him. You want to leave the wing of the monastery that he has carefully reinforced the wards to keep you in and safe. He has tried so hard to make you happy here and you want to leave.

He needs to let you find out what can happen if you try to leave him. He doesn’t want to let you get hurt but you have to learn to not slip away from his safe embrace.

Before that he wants to tie you to him in a more permanent way. It needs to also make you happy, he would rather die than make you feel upset. His only wish is to protect you and make you happy. Looking down at your soft sleepy expression he comes up with a way to keep you with him forever. 

Suguru has never thought much about kits. Most Kitsune mate then go their separate ways, it is strictly for reproduction. Kitsune are not monogamous so they can have multiple partners over their long lifetimes. And the kits grow up fast under the care of their mothers so he never bothered with it. 

But humans are different, human children take years to mature fully. And humans only have children with someone they marry or settle down with. If you have a kit or two of his then he can keep you with him for life. And even after this life he will find you in the next.

Suguru can just imagine you with his child. The children would have your eyes and his smile. You would love the baby since it is yours and you would have someone here that Suguru wouldn’t be worried about taking you away from him. As if you approved of the idea you nuzzle into his chest with a sleepy sigh. 

He flips the two of you so your back is on the bed and he hovers over you. The only sign that you may have noticed him moving you was a flutter of your lashes. You don’t stur as he lowers himself between your thighs. Suguru needs to prepare you for him and what better way than worshipping you in this way?

You are still sleeping soundly as he kisses your inner thighs. His instincts urge him to bite and mark you as his. He wants to claim you body and soul so there is no doubt that you are his. You are his Saint, you are his everything.

You are his God.

Suguru lets his head dip down between your thighs. He has gotten a taste before but this is so much better. Suguru has dreamed of being in between your plush thighs and now he is experiencing the heavenly reality of it. 

Your legs are starting to close around him. He can see your face scrunch in confusion and pleasure at the same time. You must be waking up finally.

Suguru continues on but keeps his eyes up to watch as you flutter your pretty eyes open. He sees you groggily look around before a moan escapes your throat. 

You fully wake up and look down at him, “What are you-?”

“You were just so needy and I wanted to show my devotion” Suguru says and puts your right leg over his shoulder to get his face closer to your dripping cunt.

You moan, high pitched and whiny, as his tongue grazes your clit. His hands grip onto your thighs, holding you to his face, as you begin to arch into him.

You gasp as he swirls his tongue around your clit. It was too good and you were already so sensitive. The waves of arousal wash over you as he plays with your clit. You won’t last too much longer, so he speeds up.

“Too-” You don’t really know how to finish that sentence. Everything is simultaneously too much and too little. 

“Take what you need from me.” Suguru offers you and you whine at how wrecked his voice sounds.

His tongue makes you dizzy. Too far in the haze of pleasure you begin to grind down on his face with your hands in his hair. You pull his hair for some form of leverage against your close orgasm. 

Suguru groans as you do, the vibration going straight to your core and you come undone. You reach climax and your thighs try to close but his grip keeps them in place as you twitch and arch. He groans as your cum oozes out of you onto his tongue. 

Your moans are so sweet as he eats you out through your orgasm. He holds you in place as your body subconsciously tries to get out of his grip. But he won’t let you go, not now that he has tasted heaven in between your legs. 

He lifts his head out of your cunt to watch your chest rise and fall as you catch your breath. The sight of you, post orgasm with your head nestled in his pillows, turns him on so much that he cock is straining against his robes. 

Suguru lets you catch your breath as he strips his clothes off. He can’t stand being in these robes anymore. They are just another thing holding him back from you. He catches you staring at him and stops undressing.

“Can I have you- all of you?” He says and runs his hand down your cheek.

“Please Suguru.” You ask him so nicely.

“Whatever you want lovely.” Suguru gives you a kiss as his hands open up your kimono with practiced precision.

You have never wanted to be worshipped despite your position as a saint. It was ridiculous to think that people would dedicate their lives to you because you can heal others. You always just wanted to help others and coexist.

But Suguru might change your mind if his worship is like this. 

His lips are so soft on yours. The softness in his touch conveys his emotions to you. The press of his lips to your skin is a promise of love. The heat of his hands on you speaks of his devotion to you. You could drown in his worship and you just might.

Suguru works you open in the same practiced way he did with opening your kimono. You gasp into his mouth as his fingers curl and hit that one spot in you that makes you see stars. His fingers pump in and out of you in a slow yet steady rhythm.

Finally he deems you ready to take him. You try not to squirm from the overstimulation of him sinking into so soon after your first orgasm. The stretch is painfully sweet as you feel all of him deep in you. 

“So good.” He murmurs to you as he lets you adjust to him.

“Kiss me again.” You ask breathlessly, needing him as close to you as possible.

“You are demanding tonight.” He teases you with a smirk. “But who am I to deny my Saint?”

Suguru’s lips are on yours as he begins to move. His mouth greedily swallows all your sweet whines. You feel so enveloped by him, he is all over you and it feels so good.

He pulls back to look down at you.

You look up at him through your tear stained lashes and he kisses both of your eyes tenderly. He can’t help but be captivated by how graceful you were even when you were overstimulated like this. Suguru finds your g-spot again and he aims for that sensitive spot every time he thrusts up into you. 

“Oh god- oh god-!” You ramble as he fucks you.

“God isn’t fucking you, call out to me instead.” He tells you.

You nod and bury your face in his neck as he picks up his pace. Soft moans of his name fall from your lips as he fucks you.

Suguru tries to be gentle, you are precious, but you just feel too good. You are so tight and he feels himself getting closer to his orgasm. He groans as your nails claw at his back. That will leave marks but he doesn’t mind that you are staking a claim on him. 

He was yours from the moment he first saw you anyway, and now you are his. 

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs into your hair as his thrusts get more and more sporadic.

“‘love you too Sugu-” You get out before it is cut off by his lips on yours.

His mind can’t wrap around something divine like you loving someone like him. But he won’t question you, your words are laws as far as he is concerned. You are his god and he is just a humble devotee.

Suguru groans as your words and how tight your cunt is send him over the edge. You are not too far behind, your body spasming as your second orgasm shoots through you. 

He holds you through it and keeps his cock inside of you to make sure it takes. Suguru can’t take any chances that he won’t get you pregnant. He whispers to you of how good you took it and how he loves you. You cling to him like a lifeline as the aftershocks of your high quiet down.

“Was I too rough?” Suguru asks, concern on his face as you look up at him, your eyes more seeing then before.

“No! Just I-” You pause, trying to figure out what to say, “I am still learning how to accept a lot of touch.”

“I will help with that.” Suguru vows and kisses your forehead. 

“Thank you Suguru.”

You look at the long hallway of Suguru’s wing of the monastery. It is peaceful here, the rushing waterfall next to the open air corridors gives you a sense of serenity. 

Suguru had told you that he had decorated this part himself after the last Head Monk had passed. You walk past a long tapestry of a swirling mountain range. It is a beautiful painting and you are still in awe of it after a few weeks of residing in this wing.

The main hall of the monastery comes into view, people bustling through the hall. You smile wide and walk faster. It has been so long since you have talked to someone besides Suguru. The thought excites you as you approach.

You pass the threshold only to find yourself a few feet back from where you originally were. Perplexed, you walk forward again, attempting to walk past the end of this hall. 

It is the same outcome. 

You try again and again and again. 

The same outcome happens every time. 

You are starting to get frantic as you try for what feels like the millionth time. Frustrated tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you find yourself back at the threshold.

“What are you doing?” Suguru’s voice comes from behind you.

You turn back to him, “I can’t leave! The hall isn’t letting me leave.”

Suguru looks concerned and walks over. His arms envelope you as you cry into his robe. You hug into him for comfort as you try to understand what is going on.

“It’s okay,” His hand runs up and down your back. “You don’t need to leave.”

His words run through you like ice cold water.

“What?” You fight out of his hold.

Suguru looks completely relaxed as he reaches out for you.

“You don’t need to go out there, it is much safer here.” His voice is soft.

“But I want to-” You argue but he is looming over you in an instant.

“It is dangerous out there.” He takes your hand in his, a reassuring smile on his face. “But I have made sure that you are safe.”

You wretch your hand out of his and run for the end of the hall. Panic has a hold of you as you attempt to leave again. You feel like you did all those months ago, watched, hunted. Your heart beats in your ears as you cross the threshold only to be placed right back where you started. You are trapped. 

Suguru’s arms wrap around your shoulders, his body engulfing yours but not in the way you felt last night. This feels overwhelming, heavy, as he wraps you in his arms.

Looking up you see Suguru staring back at you. Something is different about him. His eyes are darker, more predatory than it was before. His gaze feels exactly like what you felt before he came to the monastery.

It hits you like a ton of bricks that Suguru was the thing watching you.

His grin widens and you see fangs. To your horror his canine teeth are sharper than before. He isn’t human, that is something that is apparent now. Suguru always was an inhuman type of beautiful but you never guessed he wouldn’t be human.

“What are you?” You whisper.

You attention is drawn to the fox ears that you now see on his head. They are a dusty red color and twitch slightly as you gasp. You have been told about Kitsune before but they are supposed to be just myths. 

Something to scare children from traveling too far into the woods. 

But Suguru is all too real.

“I don’t- I don’t understand!” You say and attempt to get free.

Suguru turns you around to look at him, “It’s okay, all you need to do is stay with me.”

You look up at him in fear, his face drops in response as if you were rejecting him and not just trying to go outside.

“Fine.” His mask of hurt falls away from his face. “I really didn’t want to restrict you but I can’t have you running from me.”

Without warning Suguru picks you up in his arms. You struggle against his chest as he walks back to his room but it is no use. He has an iron grip on you, like a rabbit trapped in a snare or in the jaws of a fox.

“Stop struggling or I will tie you down.” He is firm with his reprimand.

With a small hiccuping sob you stop trying to struggle against him. He looks down at you with sadness, his ears flat against his skull. His heart hurts as he sees your pain. But you have to learn.

“This isn’t permanent.” Suguru says, trying to soothe you and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Just until you learn that you aren’t leaving me- ever.”

[issdisgrace]

alright I have an idea!!

so, you know Life of Luxury? Or just any sort of media where they have these deformed and/or distorted replicas of humanoids? Just search up “scary humanoid monster” or something like that, you’ll get some ideas of it.

what if The slashers meet this reader who just lives in this woods and they think nothing of it, until one day they come over and just open the front door to see this abomination of a creature. Full on lanky and long, skin is both too tight and too loose to be its own skin, its eyes seemingly hiding inside its sockets a bit too deep, etc etc.

and Reader just pulls up like “oh wsg, this is one of my rescues”

or basically, Reader just has so much empathy or just is insane and takes in these kinds of creatures and raises/cares for them like their Reader’s own flesh and blood. (Wouldn’t be too surprised if there was like certain incidents where one of them just randomly bite Reader in front of the slashers and Reader’s just all like “bad boy! Let go, or no treats!” And it just miraculously saves their entire limb.)

I like taking in strays if you didn’t notice. 😋

SLASHERS WITH A S/O THAT HAS CRYPTIDS AS PETS

WARNINGS: Getting bit, mentions of blood, nothing else really

A/N: Had the Hodag and the Chupacabra in mind when writing this

BO

Bo is just trying to see you, his lover, when he arrives to find you playing fetch with a creature. He is so confused. What the fuck is that thing? Why are you playing with it? Then he sees it bite your leg and your leg starts to bleed. He’s about to go back to his truck and get his shotgun and kill the thing. When he sees you start scolding the creature like a child telling the creature that biting you isn’t a nice thing to do and it’s lost their fetch playing privileges for the day. The creature seems kinda sad like it understood what you were saying. You pet it to cheer it up a little before heading back into your cabin the creature following you inside. Bo was in shock, he wants answers, he’s never seen anything like that thing ever. So he knocks on your cabin door. You yell that it’s open, and he enters to see you getting the stuff out to clean your wound; the creature laying in a pile of blankets by your bed that you must’ve set out for it. Bo asks so many questions and you're just like oh yeah that my pet, isn’t he just a cutie? Bo gives it the side eye after you say that, but he doesn’t say anything more. Bo eventually becomes used to the creature, but he certainly isn’t going to pet it or anything. Then slowly you introduce him to your other pets, the ones that come and go. And it’s the same cycle: confusion, questions, then acceptance. 

MICHAEL

Michael quite literally just tilts his head curiously at the creatures for a minute before going on with his day. He doesn’t mind your strange pets. He actually kinda likes them, but he’ll never admit that in any sort of way. Sometimes he’ll bring back bones for your pets to chew on. Just don’t ask where he got them from and why they look like human bones. Anyway, one time one of your pets bit your leg gently to get your attention but it was enough to draw some blood and Michael saw that and he tried to kill your pet. You stopped Michael of course, and scolding both him and your pet. You scolded your pet for biting you, telling it there were better ways to get your attention. The creature seemed to understand, and it gently nudged your leg with its head as if to say sorry. You then scolded Michael on trying to kill your pet and told him it was an accident on your pet’s part and it doesn’t know it full strength. You also told him even if one of your pets hurt you on purpose that he is in no way to hurt them then either. You care about them and you do not want to see any harm come to them. Michael just grunts and walks away. You don’t know what Michael is feeling you just hope that he doesn’t do anything later. Which he doesn’t and everything goes back to normal but he will always have a little grudge against all your pets because you should care about him 10 times more than your pets even though they’ve been with you for ages and Michael has only been with you for a couple of years.

TOMMY

Tommy, our sweet boy, loves your creature pets right off the bat. He’s never once scared of them or anything like that. He finds sort of a kinship with them due to the fact both he and your pets are viewed as monsters. He loves helping you take care of them. He loves playing with them, whether it’s fetch or tug of war. He’ll feed them scraps of victims. He’ll also help you set up and build an area just for your pets because Mama Luda May does not want all those pets in the house. Hoyt is banned from going anywhere near your pets by Mama Luda May because number one Hoyt is a piece of shit and would probably try to antagonize them or hurt them, and number two your pets would kill him without a second thought if they pleased. Anyway, you had been playing with one of your pets and they had gotten really excited and playfully bit you but since they are a strong creature, they accidentally used too much force when biting you. The bite was harmless in the long run, but it had started bleeding. Tommy was coming to get you for lunch when he saw this all happen. He scooped you up and took you inside and had Mama Luda May clean and wrap your wound even though you were perfectly capable of taking care of it yourself. While you are getting patched up, he goes back outside and makes sure your pet is ok. If your pet seems sad or upset he’ll spend sometime with it trying to cheer it up but will ultimately bring it inside with him so your pet could see you and see that you were ok before it goes back outside to its area with the other.

VINCENT

Vincent isn’t shocked or scared when he meets your strange pets. In fact, he is quite fascinated. He is fascinated with your pets and the way you guys interact. He signs or writes down questions for you wanting to know more about your pets, how you found them, how old they are, ect. He will draw so many pictures of them and each drawing will be absolutely beautiful and highly detailed. He will also make wax figurines of them just for you and he’ll randomly gift them to you. While Vincent likes your pets, they are completely banned from the basement because he doesn’t want them getting hurt. They are also unfortunately banned from the rest house as well because Bo thinks they are abominations. So Vincent helps you set up one of the houses in town for yourself so you can have your own space for the things you are interested in, like to do, and of course for your pets. However, you do still sleep with Vincent in the basement at night. But if you are sick and aren’t able to leave the basement to see your pets or take care of them. He will take care of them for you and will also allow your pets down in the basement for a couple of hours each day but the whole time he keeps his eyes on them at all times just to make sure they don’t get into anything or get hurt. Over time, he gets more comfortable with your pets presents in the basement and will allow them in at night to sleep with you guys. Sometimes he’ll wake up early to draw you in bed cuddled up with one of your pets. Has a secret sketchbook full of drawings like that and if you ever stumble across it, he will be beet red no matter what. 

[2therazor]

hi :))) ive been craving content about basement era gee x reader

imagine him being just the sweetest nerd in the world experiencing love for the first time <3 so dear

could you write something about that? :)

maybe ill turn this into a full blown fic sometime but for now here’s some of my hcs >:)

- i just imagine he would be so awkward, especially when it comes to approaching people

- he probably had a few classes with you and was too nervous to even say anything but the second you said something to him he was so excited because he wouldn’t have been the initiator

- I feel like once you start to get to know each other he’d be so much more talkative, like was that even the same kid who sat next to you in your still life drawing class? and was he always this fucking cool?

- one day after class you saw him waiting for you by the door and he had finally gained the courage to ask you to “hang out” or yknow… pretty much a date, and you would happily oblige

-after a few coffee dates you quickly became inseparable, it was so nice to have someone that was so easy to talk to and shared the same interests as you

-gerard quickly became “gee” and all of your friends would tease you about how giddy you became when you mentioned him

-gerard on the other hand, hadn’t really experienced feelings like these before and quickly began to realize; wow this is love! after days of pondering to his friends, he finally decided to ask you to be his significant other.

-he was always so attentive to you and so kind, which had kind of shocked you due to past (not so great) relationships

-you shared many nights in his parent’s basement in his room listening to countless records and CDs he had piled up on the floor, always finding each other with tangled limbs and shirtless by the morning :)

(holy shit guys I GOTTAAAAA turn this into a fic, just made myself all hot and heavy not gonna lie)

[drexee]

And finally, Mikey!!!

Bayverse!Mikey x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, spelling maybe?

Raph | Leo | Donnie

Mikey Sleep HCs

Michelangelo used to have a twin bed, actually! It really didn’t bother him! He would just face plant into the mattress and knock out

fun fact: that was the same bed he’d had since he was little! Yes, the bunk.

But it wasn’t until you came along that he thought maaaaaybe he should get a bigger bed😭

He’s rolled off the side one too many times when you slept in the same bed together 🥲

Now he has a queen sized bed! Very plush, you sink right in

He has a comfortable and large blanket, it’s tattered at the edges but, “It’s well loved! It adds character ;)”

Mikey has a LOT of pillows on his bed. And one (1) body pillow he did not nab from Donnie’s room

Also has clothes on his bed, clothes he’s been meaning to fold and put away, but he just… never got around to it

Honestly, when you first walked in, you didn’t even know he had a bed

But it’s there, trust

He’ll knock some off and boom! A bed!

He. Snores. LOUD.

like, hONK shooo HOONNK mimimimi 😪

If it weren’t for those thick cement walls, you’d be able to hear him clear across the lair!

But it mellows out the deeper he goes into sleep

Now, about the sleeping positions

He has no favorite!

if you’re in bed with him, he’s happy 🥹

Sometimes Michelangelo will have you wrapped up in his arms, other times he’ll be laying on his back (propped with a few pillows) and have you up against his side

It depends on how he’s feeling that night

But you always wake up with at least one of his limbs draped over you

If it’s been a long day, he’ll lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beat

It gives him a chance to rest his eyes and his very busy brain for a bit, allowing himself to just focus on you and clear out everything else

Your fingers would draw lazy circles on the back of his head, and across his neck, over his carapace, down his shoulders and lightly scratch his jaw

Maybe even kiss his forehead too?

He’s Swooning, oh my god

He loves it

Mikey will be chirping and churring so much he’s practically vibrating

He’d also be drawing pictures with his hands over your skin, tracing your shape and committing it to his memory

He’d see the goosebumps that follow his fingers and he would go back and trace over them, slower

Mikey loves loves LOVES your voice, so he’ll ask you to talk to him while he’s cuddled up with you

Pillow talk is a big thing for him, from various topics to deep conversations to cracked out stories that have you both gasping and dying with laughter

And honestly the raw emotions that come out in the dead of night? When it’s just you and him bundled up together sharing every random thought that comes to mind until one of you drifts to sleep?

That’s what he lives for

It’s intimate in a way that nothing else could ever replicate

In the mornings, he will lay onto top of you

Like, he will CRUSH you. Lovingly. 😌

He wants to be close to you!! And soak up all your sunshine!!!

and he’s not above peppering every inch of you with as many kisses as he can

You have to literally shove him off of you to get him to stop😭

Even then, Mikey will grab your arm (or whatever you used you get him away) and start kissing that

And once you’re properly awake, he’ll have you two head over to the kitchen to have some breakfast together

Voila!! That’s all four! Sorry these took a bit! I have like, a full time job and I’m in school, and honestly only get these ideas when I’m right about to fall asleep 😭

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed! Til next time!

[newttxt]

hi quip! i really like your one piece comics and i am curious how you do them! i'm not good at comics and want to be better at drawing them! how do you learn how to make comics?

thank you!

uh oh... im afraid u have caught me at the perfect crossroad of "bored at work" and "unrelated task ive been meaning to do but keep putting off."

this is long. i hope you like reading (and grayscale progress pics). and of course!!! disclaimer before we begin that this is just how I, personally draw comics. there is no "right way."

quip's comic-making process!

Switching my typing to make this more legible...

My process can kinda be broken down into 6 steps:

Brainstorming

Thumbnailing

Sketching

Panels & Text

Lines

Tones/Colors

1. Brainstorming

My brain is a leaky sieve on a good day, so I sloppily jot down ideas in my phone notes the moment I have them. This helps me when it's time to draw too, because if I feel art blocked, I can look through old concepts and see what catches my interest.

Otherwise, I love drawing for other people's writing. :) And if worst comes to worst, doing manga/comic page redraws in my style teaches me new things every time.

Once I have my idea, I'll usually make a bulletpoint list of "plot points" or "story beats" I want. Then I plan the comic with this format that I've adapted from a tutorial I read once. I'm going to use my most recent comic (original comic post) as an example.

I start in the third column, writing notes of what I'd want to see in each panel. I also include the dialogue (in this case, I didn't have to write the dialogue! it's from the fanfic linked in the original comic post!). I usually write the whole name like [Luffy:], but at this point I've drawn so much of these guys, just the first letter works.

I like to handwrite these notes to get an idea for how much text I'm putting in a single panel.

After I describe all the panels, I go back and separate them into pages. I can't tell you how to know how many panels to a page. It's whatever works for you. I just kinda know about how big each panel will be, and so I can feel when I'm probably running out of space. (Also. You can change things later. I don't in this example, but I add/drop pages/panels all the time.)

2. Thumbnailing

Thumbnailing—as the name suggests—should be done tiny. Too tiny to accidentally get sucked into details.

This is about marking down blobs where items/characters go, and figuring out the paneling. I'll draw and redraw these a bunch of times too.

This is also the most time-consuming/brain-working part for me. If I were in a zine that did progress percentage, I'd try to finish thumbnailing around the 50% mark (but I'm also a moderately fast artist, so your mileage may vary).

I think the terrible quality makes them charming, actually. I really like how silly they look. :')))

I will add, when you draw your "page" rectangle, make sure it's the same proportions as your actual canvas for the final image. You want an accurate idea of how much space each panel will take up, especially if you have a lot of text.

3. Sketching

This is my most recent change to my usual workflow, and it's saving me a lot of time. I make my thumbnails a bit bigger (each one about half the size of the final canvas), and I sketch these basic body forms right over them.

It just helps give me placement for my actual lines!

I usually draw these in a paleish color so I can lower the opacity and not get distracted by them while lining. The random darker parts are to either help keep two forms separate (like when two characters have their limbs all over) or to better define sections that were too sloppy/poorly proportioned.

I also think this helps my poses stay looser, because I have more dramatic/wriggly shapes that aren't too bogged down by proportions yet.

Sidenote: I CANNOT show this here, but sometimes this is when I take videos. Of myself. I prop my phone camera up and shoot a video of me acting each panel. :/// It looks really dumb, but it also shows me fun body language ideas like hand gestures, expressions, weight distribution, etc. Just pretend you're an overdramatic cartoon character, and try not to worry about your roommates or mother walking in on you doing odd things. (You can also use the video for anatomy reference later, but I usually just capture the vibe and don't try to copy the actual video frame.)

4. Panels & Text

Oh, boy. So, the panels are usually just straight lines (though it's fun to make creative exceptions, like a round panel to mimic looking through a spyglass), but there are some fancy rules that I don't strictly adhere to.

I believe (I have no technical training in this. Take everything I say with a grain of salt) the vertical gaps (between two side-by-side panels) should all be a consistent width and the horizontal gaps (between two panels on top of each other) should be another. The vertical ones? Should be thinner? Because you want the eye to easily glide between them, whereas the horizontal gaps should be a visual barrier to keep you from jumping ahead. Just something I've vaguely noticed.

There are lots of fun "default layouts" you can look up. Or keep it a consistent grid. I think it's fun to sometimes have characters/objects sticking out of panels and overlapping others. This is just a matter of taste, creativity, and inspiration. (Read Witch Hat Atelier... It has some of my favorite paneling...)

You may also notice I have already done the speech bubbles. This is, to me, a crucial step. This helps me catch early if I don't have enough room for all the words. It also lets me plan the art in each panel with the speech bubbles in mind. There's nothing worse than working really hard on a panel, and then you realize there's no room for the bubbles.

I also try to lay them out in a way that guides the eye! Even without art, can people tell where to go next? Better yet, if I want people to look at panels out of order (aka not left to right, in my case), can I use the speech bubble path to make them? Here's just a vague example of what I mean.

As an added bonus, doing speech bubbles early also allows me to be lazy! :) Ignore the comic; I'm not supposed to post it yet oops,, There's a whole lot of drawing to do on each comic page, and I am not wasting my time on stuff that will be covered up. So yes, if I hide my bubbles, there are a lot of unfinished lines trailing off into nothing. (As a bonus, if there's a part of a character you're struggling with—and it won't look weird to do so—you can move speech bubbles to just hide the problem area yayyy)

Making the actual bubbles could be their own whole tutorial, tbh, but there are some general guidelines I use.

Zoom out when you choose your font size. You want to know how it will look to the average reader, so it isn't super teeny tiny or way too big. You generally want to keep the same text size for all your pages/bubbles.

When I draw bubbles, I try to size them about one vertical letter height (and some change) around the words [left side]. This isn't always the case though, because humorously large or funny shaped text bubbles can convey different feelings [right side].

On Procreate, I set my bubble lines to Reference and just drag-and-drop the white fill on a separate layer below the lines. (Remember to turn Reference back off again when you're done, or your fill bucket won't work right when you're drawing.)

To get the white outlines I use to keep the bubbles from cluttering up the art, I literally just Gaussian blur an all-white copy of the lines + fills... and then I copy and merge it 5 times until it's opaque enough. This is a terrible way to do it, but it works for me. :')

5. Lines

This is the part that I can't tell you how to do. I literally just. Draw right over my wacky sketched body forms. Boom. Comic drawn.

I'll make three suggestions:

Don't focus on making every panel perfect. Give a little extra love to big ones or ones you want people to linger on. Otherwise, know that people are typically speeding through the art. It's way more important to focus on storytelling than art technique. In my opinion, a good story that's told well will always be better than a beautiful one told poorly. (Some comics are beautiful AND well-written... Alas, I am just a hobbyist who needs to get the ideas out of my head at top speed.)

Put your background lines on a different layer. Put your foreground lines on a different layer too, if you have those. Basically, I try to keep the main part of each panel (usually a character or object) on my lines layer so I can erase background/foreground/etc lines to ensure clarity/focus.

You can make background lines lighter colors too. I have too many numbers sorry. (1) Background. The stuff that's farthest away. Lightest lines. Few details; more focused on shapes and the suggestion of a background (I'm not good at backgrounds). (2) Midground. Same distance away as the characters are. Lines can be black. (3) Also midground, and also the same distance away. But they're very detailed, so I lighten them so they aren't so distracting. (4) The characters. Black lines for focus. For people who haven't seen the comic, I swear they are just hugging. This is SFW. D:

6. Tones/Colors

Do not. Do NOT ask me. I don't understand colors. I hate working with them, but I try because I want to improve. I hate doing anything beyond the simplest grayscale shading. Please go elsewhere for your coloring/tone advice. This is how my color picker looks 95% of the time. I have pre-set "percentages" of black that I got by lowering the opacity of a black layer and just color picking it. I don't even know the exact percentages I used. Good luck out there. Be better than me.

7. Sharing

This is a bonus step that I didn't mention earlier, but it's actually the most important of all of them.

You need a friend. Or maybe a groupchat or discord. A family member or coworker if you're really close like that. I don't know.

Find SOMEWHERE you can spam wips and be cheered on. Drawing comics takes a while, especially if you're trying to tell longer stories than I'd dare to attempt. If I don't force someone to praise me for every line I draw, I shrivel up and die.

Also if and when you post online, add alt text. I'll admit I'm the first person to complain and drag my feet on this, and I literally use a screenreader myself when my eyes hurt (strong prescription glasses wearer). Comics should be accessible, because stories are fun and everyone should be able to enjoy them.

***

Learning???

And I guess lastly, how do you learn to make comics? Two steps: 1) read them and 2) make them. This is the tragedy of creating things.

1) Reading them: I grew up reading comic strips, western serialized comics, and webcomics. I've always loved graphic novels too. Then in late middle school, I started reading manga (Death Note and Haikyuu were my first two), and now I'm trying to read more webtoons (sorry im so slow bree)!

I also... mass-consume doujinshi, thanks to proxy mailing services and bilingual friends/Google Translate/knowing some Korean. (I have an entire bookshelf of doujin, actually,,)

The thing is, it's not usually enough to just read comics. You also need to be thinking. :/ I notice paneling, comic devices, clever comedic timing, etc. as I go. It's just a lot of studying/learning while also enjoying the story.

2) Making them: You just have to start. :( Even if you think they're "bad." My first comics were actually just drawings placed randomly all over the page, connected by speech bubbles (yay... I was already practicing how to place bubbles to lead the eye around the page...). I was going to post a pic here, but I'm a coward. Backscroll my account and you can find some older ones though.

I also know my art in general improved dramatically when I did ten comics in ten weeks for my friend's fic. Don't do this. It hurt my hands/wrists. But do practice in moderation.

***

If you actually read all that... I hope it made even a modicum of sense. And maybe it was even helpful? Just know at the end of the day, there is literally no right way to draw a comic.

And if you aren't ready to go for it yet, you can start by just adding a couple speech bubbles to your illustrations or doodles! It's a way to add storytelling and dialogue writing to things you may already be making.

Yay. I love comics. :))))

[mythals-whore]

Day 5: Bestiary

full piece on ao3

(divider from THIS post, thank you @flowersforthemachines)

The beginnings of his monster manual are scattered across its surface: drawings, wood shavings, and various notes. Davrin settles into the desk chair with a sigh, shuffling through it all.

It's been in the works for years now, every monster he ever faced—and some he hasn't. Always on the move, sleeping on forest floor and in strange strange taverns there was never much time to be dedicated solely to the prospect. The bestiary was just constant notes collected in a leather-bound notebook. An odd sketch here and there. In the past several months he's been busy cataloging the new forms of darkspawn they've encountered, as well as all the strange new creatures in Arlathan. The face (if it could be called that) of one of the fade-creatures they've run across in Arlathan stares up at him with it's bloodied petals and many, many razor sharp teeth. They haven't yet come up with a name for them—all of Rook's suggestions have been unhelpful. Bellara's even more so.

Davrin decided he'd agonize over such things later. He didn't want to wind up with a name like 'The Gloom Howler' a second time round.

Though a quick leaf through the pages has him snagging on something else. A sketch of Assan curled up by the fire, his neck and chin laid flat on the carpet, feet bent at the elbow juncture and tucked in close to his body. No better than a housecat. There were others of him, too. None as anatomical as his other drawings.

Rook teased him about it just the other day, having snatched a page of Assan off his desk upon a remarkably soundless entry.

I didn't take you for an artist.

Davrin had rolled his eyes. He's hardly that.

The drawing came out of necessity rather than passion for any kind of art. In the early days of monster hunting, Davrin was in far over his head. There was a monster terrorizing a local village in Rivain—a dracolisk, he found out later. It's hide was too hard to pierce, adorned with too may spikes and scales, claws sharp enough to rend a man limb from limb with a single strike—which Davrin very nearly learned from firsthand experience. No matter what he tries, nothing seemed to pierce it.

So he made the trip to Dairsmuid.

He went first to the circle of magi, which was where he encountered his first problem. Describing a large beast with claws like needles and hide like stone didn't get him much of anywhere.

He was directed to a bestiary written by a man that Davrin still isn't sure had even seen half the monsters depicted in those pages. The Varterral was all wrong, rockwraiths certainly take more than one arrow to kill and the author hadn't even bothered differentiating the brand of wyvern that spit acid from the ones who spewed fire. At the very least, Davrin thought a mage would have known what a rage demon looked like.

Ludrik certainly could have fooled him.

A year later, he was near Ventus, dealing with a Chimera—likely unleashed by blood magic. Davrin still bears the marks of that one too, along the back of his left shoulder and thigh. There was a scholar in the city he'd heard of, Balmor.

Davrin had taught himself to sketch by that point—they were rough things, but descriptive enough for him to find information when he needed it. Balmor, expert that he was, couldn't recognize a chimera if its serpent's tail had wrapped itself around his throat.

Davrin had already been keeping track, then. His own knowledge and experience stuffed into a small, leather bound book that was often wet, it's pages punctured more than once. He learned to sketch fast and remember the small details for later. That last part wasn't particularly difficult. Davrin actually found it difficult to forget the rancid, noxious breath of a harpy or the exact number of teeth inside the mouth of a great wyrm.

It was a skill more than a hobby at the start but Davrin supposes it'd be a lie to pretend it wasn't both, sometimes. At least the whisper of charcoal pencil on parchment is unlikely to wake either of the current residents of his bed.

And somehow, staring at a blank page, Davrin cannot even conceptualize a monster he's yet to draw.

Except one.

[satvruu]

ೀ how they hug you

rewritten and reposted of my hc set from my old blog @/star-puff! thank you to all my old dedications as well as my new ones @kurooppi @wyllsravengard for making my return to this fandom possible <3

feedback is very appreciated!

ft. yuuji, megumi, gojo, getou, nanami

itadori yuuji embraces you warmly, fondly, sunlight streaming through the window and scattering over your bare skin. it's someplace safe and comforting, enveloped in his arms like he's taken it upon himself to protect you from everything horrible in the world; he is your knight, he is your shield, your safe haven to escape to, no matter how many wounds he will endure in the process. ("yuuji," you whisper, a hand coming up to rest gently on his arm. he bleeds desperation. "i'm okay, i promise." yuuji squeezes you tighter, trembling, and you wonder what you can do to make it true for him, too.) he holds you for far too long for it to be anything casual, but you can't really complain about it anyway—it's better this than to witness the alternative. after all, what is the sun without a place to hold its warmth; what becomes of a hero when they fail to protect the things that matter most?

fushigurou megumi comes to you slow, steady, a ripple of water in the pond. you coax him out gently, holding your arms out before wrapping them around him. his breath hitches (always, no matter how many times he tries to hide it) and his body stiffens, arms frozen at his sides. but slowly, surely, your head buried in his chest, megumi's arms begin to wrap around you in a manner you can only describe as tender—as if you could break if he held onto you too tight. (truthfully, megumi thinks he's just afraid. the jujutsu world is a dangerous one, after all, even to those who only know of it by name. megumi has lost too many people, and you're the one person he can't afford to lose.) he flinches at the thought, pulling away. you draw yourself closer in him, instead. moonlight behind the clouds, you'd gladly hold onto this night forever if it meant megumi was by your side.

gojo satoru is known as many things—a child prodigy, the strongest, a boy-god making his presence known on the lowly earth, but to you, he is simply just obnoxious. satoru makes it a spectacle each time he sees you: hollering, gallivanting, draping himself over you with his long limbs and impossible-to-miss frame. you huff and complain and uselessly try to drag yourself away from him each time, but satoru hooks onto you and refuses to let you go, nuzzling his face into yours. (they're mine, the action screams, a blaring warning to anyone unfortunate enough to get caught in the collateral. you've been too caught up in your irritation of him to notice this, of course, and you're certainly not someone who would take the explicit meaning of it kindly, but satoru finds that he doesn't really care. not when he has more important things to attend to.) gojo satoru is many things, but the one thing he absolutely isn't is someone who can share.

getou suguru smells of sandalwood incense, a musky amber you think you could identify blind. sometimes, you think you remember a different suguru, a kinder suguru, one that had easier things to worry about, a brighter look in his eyes, an easier weight to his gait. if you think back far enough, you suppose it might have been because he had somebody else by his side to keep it that way, a brighter light shining next to him to keep the darkness at bay. (but that was a long time ago. now, suguru is the one left to be lit by the fire, stuck in the ashes of his own kin for a future little understand. you're not sure who is to blame for that anymore.) you're not the light that can save him—no one can be, not anymore. when suguru reaches out to you, rare vulnerability bubbling over in a way you can only describe as drowning—as crumbling—the only thing you can do is curl yourself next to him in the incense burner, smearing yourself in the ash.

nanami kento thinks you need this, especially after a long, hard day. the melting comes slow: his hands on your back, gentle pats and quiet whispers of comfort as he rests his chin on your head. and then comes everything else. his hands slot perfectly into the dip of your back, the small of your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles over the fabric of your clothes, and in the eyes of no one but yourselves, the two of you begin to sway back and forth to a quiet melody nanami begins to hum. you cling onto the fabric of his shirt, trying to memorie the smell of his cologne, the rumble of his voice, the warmth of his arms. (it's too much, to have a memory of a future that will inevitably happen. you almost want to cry. don't go, you want to say, a lump in your throat, wishing for the impossible. don't go.) and still, selfish as you are, nanami hugs you like you're slow dancing in the dark.

[ckret2]

Loved the comic above the chapter. It was glorious and this is now my headcanon XD. The art is great too! What's the new programs you got? Had to ask before I dive into this chapter!

-🥸

new program is Affinity Designer, for vector art. My hands are shaky as hell (it's amazing how many weird-ass symptoms ADHD has that you don't hear about until you dig deep) and that makes it a pain in the ass to get my lineart looking as smooth as it does—i'm hoping using vector art for lining will speed up my workflow.

Right now while I'm still getting the hang of it I think it's slowing me down lmao. Got to learn how to deal with entirely new problems from the ones I used to have, like, "why does this damn program keep randomly switching between clicking on the layer I want and clicking on some totally different object group, when i choose a layer in procreate it stays on that damn layer until I tell it otherwise" and "why does drawing a new line sometimes apply the line style I wanted and sometimes apply a line style I used like twenty layers ago for no reason"

But once I've worked out the bugs I'm hopeful it'll speed things up.

Like, this! Look at this. I made a Bill and saved it as an asset. Have a generic Bill.

And now I never need to draw Bill again in my life.* (*this is hyperbole.) I can just slap that asset down, bend some things, rotate some things, and turn it into...

... whatever pose I want.

His body and hat are always the right shape and it's easy to deform them however I want and then instantly un-deform them with one button; his bricks & tie & eye are already applied; his limbs are always the exact same thickness, his feet are always the same shape, it takes one click to put his joints into perfectly smooth swoopy curves at the joints, and even the glow effect is always already applied

and man, I know stuff like an automatic glow is no big deal to people with fancy-pants high-end art software like Adobe Whatever, but I don't have Adobe Whatever, I have Procreate and you have to manually make your glow layers and if you redraw the image you've gotta redo the glow from scratch. Never again!!

You wanna know what I had to actually hand-draw to change the first image into the second image?

That's it.

My two issues are—one—because I'm so new at this, it takes a lot of time twitching around individual nodes and figuring out clever little ways to layer objects to get the right effect that a pro wouldn't have to spend on it, and—two—because vector art is SO precise and smooth, it tends to drain some of the personality and "character" out of the art. Like,

the angry Scalene on the left "looks better" just in terms of having clean consistent lines and pixel-perfect gradients and no sketchy corners—but the one on the right has a better angry face, it's more visually appealing and more intense. There's a lot more rage in those scrawly uneven fists than there is in the smooth flawless fist. I spent a lot of time fussing over her expression on the left and still couldn't get it to look as good as the one I did months earlier with Procreate, because in procreate you can just draw the lines but with vector art you manipulate the curves in strange and esoteric ways.

So I've gotta work to bridge that gap.

and then by god I'll be unstoppable.

[mediocre-hospital-24]

Jayce Keeps a Journal About You (Head Cannon)

Author’s note: I will try to frequently post small head cannons or drabbles between my longer fics or one shots. This one is Jayce but I do the other arcane men as well. If there’s something you would like to see me write about in one of these snippets, feel free to ask!

Warning: Nudity I guess? I’m still learning how to tag warnings sorry. Is this 18+? Idk if you’re a child don’t read anything I write anyway lol

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He keeps a freaking diary.

Has had like 7 over the course of his life.

He writes so much random crap in them too!

Dreams, recipes for things, sketches of prototypes, ideas for new things, and brain rot thoughts to just throw into the void.

Eventually got smart enough to keep a separate journal about you two in your home where Viktor hopefully won’t find it because that one is FILTHY!

He purposely leaves his other one in more peculiar places for Viktor to snoop in because he ABSOLUTELY KNOWS Viktor loves to snoop.

The one about you is bound in dark blue leather and was a gift from you when you saw him pick it up at one of the book stores you would meet at.

It’s just him musing about you, drooling over certain parts of your body that he then DRAWS.

The man has an anatomy textbook basically of just YOU.

So MANY NAKED SKETCHES.

Just you, no one else.

He even writes about love bites you give him and just gushes about how perfect and sexy he thinks you are.

Babe has it so BAD for you lol.

It’s not creepy tho!

He mostly just sketches when you’re asleep, he knows you’d be embarrassed, but they’re just for him anyway.

He just has so many feelings and putting them on paper is something he really enjoys doing! It’s relaxing for him to just see you sleeping spread out all over the blankets after he’s absolutely wrecked you.

It’s probably his favorite sight in the whole world to see you half covered by sheets completely in the nude.

He especially loves when your tits are out.

He could stare at them forever and he’d still want more time to commit them to his memory.

He isn’t hiding it from you though, he hopes to show you some of his favorites sometime and maybe he could even convince you to pose for him (do it the man will freaking go FERAL after).

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Snippit:

You were completely knocked out.

Limbs a sprawling mess, lips parted, and sheets tangled and bunched haphazardly around you.

The day had been long, and far too warm for your liking.

After you finally got home from the junk shop you worked in, you quickly showered to wash the sweat and grime from the day away; and promptly cranked your air conditioning unit to max.

You were so exhausted you didn’t even bother with clothes, your boyfriend slept naked most of the time anyway so you knew he wouldn’t mind.

You unceremoniously plopped on the bed and pulled up the thin sheet as the cool air blew on you, finally getting a chance to relax.

When said boyfriend walked through the door to his apartment, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you.

He loved that you trusted him enough to be in such a vulnerable state in his bed.

Jayce dreamily drank in the moment before carefully making his way over to a decorative globe in the corner of the room and lifting the top.

He reached in, grabbed the journal, and fountain pen he kept along with it, and made his way over his desk.

It was conveniently illuminated by the reading lamp you often left on when you got home before him.

The large vanity mirror that hung across from the bed always had the most perfect view of you from where he was sitting.

You were such a messy sleeper when you were restless and overheated, the sheets often getting discarded near your legs or on the floor.

This left Jayce with a clear view of your uncovered chest; your pretty nipples on display just for him.

It was always difficult for him to just sit there looking at how beautiful you were but not really being able to express it in the moment.

That’s how the drawings started, as a way to pour his deep overwhelming pride and adoration for you when maybe you weren’t there at the time, or in this case, off in dreamland.

He’d wake you up with his tongue later ( your favorite way to be awoken).

But for now, he’d enjoy the quiet peace of the moment, and the soothing sounds of occasional tiny snores.

[rozeliyawashereyall]

More crossover Headcanons..but no drawings this time, only doodles.

✵Timmy talks to animals like they understand him. He’ll full-on negotiate with a lizard about who gets to stay on the rock first.

✵Eric names all of his research equipment. His microscope? Sir Lenses-a-Lot. His favorite notebook? Captain Scribbles.

✵Sera pretends he’s not a cuddler, but if he falls asleep near someone, he will accidentally lean against them. If they call him out, he’ll deny it to the grave. It's happened with Zef many times and he's just gotten used to it but still occasionally teases Sera about it.

✵headcanon Nathan and Ray are distant cousins lowkey, they went to middle school together and Nathan was that one cousin you always looked up to but he ended up moving away. not sure why I have that HC—it's just a vibe.

✵speaking of school, HC Ray and Mercury were classmates at one point. Again, just a vibe.

✵Mercury and Naveed would either get along or absolutely hate each other /lh

✵also feel like Ray and Orin wouldn't get along much?? Smt smt one views love highly and the other kinda doesn't.

✵Eric once caught a fish, stared at it for a solid minute, and then *apologized* before setting it free. Clemmy watched the whole thing and still makes fun of him for it.

✵Sera pretends he’s not competitive, but if he loses at something, he’ll just say “Best two out of three”… and then three out of five… and then five out of seven.

✵Zef does dramatic hair flips even when his hair isn’t wet—it’s just instinct at this point.

✵Zef and Timmy would be great friends ngl

✵Timmy has a favorite rock that he literally talks to. It’s “his best friend,” and he’s definitely not embarrassed by it.

✵Sky is surprisingly really good at cooking, but he refuses to admit it. Whenever he does cook, it’s either by accident (because he was bored and tried something random) or he’s convinced it’s "no big deal." Still, everyone agrees his food is amazing.

✵Mercury, surprisingly, loves animals and will spend hours talking to stray cats and dogs. The others have often caught him whispering to a pigeon as if it were his "long-lost friend." It was extremely entertaining.

✵Konrad is really good at drawing, but only when he’s in a good mood. If he’s having a bad day, he’ll just scribble random lines on the page and call it "art."

✵Nathan spends hours looking at bugs through magnifying glasses. Sometimes, he’ll just lay on the ground, mesmerized by their movements. He’s constantly getting new ones in glass jars, and his room is a mini insect museum.

✵Nathan also sometimes talks to himself when he’s trying to remember something. He’ll casually have conversations with his own limbs to calm down, which is wildly unsettling but also hilarious to watch.

✵Naveed loves to tinker with anything he can get his hands on, and half the time, the "projects" he works on end up exploding. But it’s fine. He just goes back to the drawing board and pretends it didn’t happen.

✵Timmy keeps a "rock journal" where he writes down the cool rocks he finds and all the random facts he learns about them. It’s surprisingly organized ??

✵Mercury collects trinkets from every job he does—some of them are totally useless, but to him, they’re reminders of his "glorious" criminal past. He has a weird collection of stolen jewelry that he never sold, just kept in a dusty box

✵Ray has a bad habit of hoarding random things. Old tickets, broken watches, and receipts are all buried in his pockets.

✵Konrad sometimes goes to the woods to "talk to the trees." He claims it helps him think and calm his anxiety

✵Nathan loves the idea of "getting his life together," so he keeps making new to-do lists every week. Half of the items are just "take a shower" or "don’t fall apart," but he swears they help him feel like he's doing something productive.

✵Despite being really creepy and intimidating, Cruez actually has a ton of rules about personal space. If someone gets too close for comfort, he’ll hiss at them. It’s a weird way of asserting boundaries, but it’s something no one expects from him.

That's all byeeeee-

[werezmastarbucks]

U N10

U N7 masterlist 5/14

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you often see him from the back. even though you have to look Yoongi in the face, sometimes very intently, you actually mostly know him from the back. the amount of times you silently follow him with your gaze builds up to thousands. it's much less stressful than being in direct contact with him. you know the shape of his wide shoulders. the upper part of his body constantly changes; muscles and limbs agile and used to reshaping. when he keeps up his gym routine, he gains the form quickly, and then goes on a diet and loses it just as quickly. you know his ass, which is quite famous. Yoongi was naturally granted with several envy-enducing features although he doesn't appreciate them much. his body is very obedient to him, it supports him well and changes into something he needs at the moment. and looks good all the while. even though he stoops a lot, like he has the tall guy syndrome. you know his strides, he has three: old man walk, swaying from side to side, moving his feet robotically when he's sleepy. the angry rapper walk, swinging hips, moving the shoulders from left to right, when he's Suga. and the casual stringy walk, Yoongi the basketball fanboy walk. it's the best one. he has it when he's happy. doesn't drag his feet but instead his knees bounce, and he always has that curvy line for a mouth, a careful and timid smile of delight. and everything is fine in the world.

you see him from the back mostly and in your dreams he is very often turned away from you. even though you have no problem communicating with him, and know his face. it's the essence of your position. the back of his head is your view. fluffy, glimmering locks dyed a new colour every month. often his hand slides down and ruffles it, helping himself to think. his arms swing like tree branches. he's a funny guy, not elegant at all. he doesn't have the magnitude of Jimin who draws everybody's eyes when he walks into the room, or the dominance of Namjoon who fills the space. but he has that natural swagger that sends the good vibe around. Yoongi the chill guy, crunching his nose. the wish-wish of his steps. his hands support the low of his back and he shifts the weight, putting one foot aside. you know all of his movements. does anybody at all observe you so closely, ever? it's pathetic. it's a good thing people can't read minds, you'd be embarrassed all day, every day.

you throw your head back and close your eyes when you see too many half-naked guys with the hair like Yoongi's. most of them are more muscular. Yuri is delightfully disinterested: she has the best meal at home. he's got one Yakuza arm and the dancing skills of an assassin.

"you heard Jungkook's new song?" she asks.

you draw the towel over yourself and wipe your belly, then feel for the bath robe on the nearby sunbed. the room is loud. the noise of the water crashes off the walls, creating cacophony. did you really have to go to a spa on a Saturday.

"yeah? it's so jazzy, i liked it. he's so sweet, Yuri".

"he's too shy to tell you what's it about?"

you raise your eyebrows in question and start searching for the robe with your eyes open now. you can't find it.

"didn't someone else write it for him?"

"yes, but at his request. he said sometimes he gets very sad about something, and he really wanted to express it".

Yuri has a perplexed expression on her face, mixed with something else. she watches you as you stand to check if you're not sitting on your robe.

"i lost the damn thing".

"you know, it's the first time i almost feel jealous".

you finally look at her:

"what's it about? isn't it, about, love?"

"it's about you and Yoongi".

the gaze of her eyes makes you uncomfortable and you fold back on the sunbed. your brain recalls the lyrics, although while listening to music, you always focus more on the melodies. something about the rain, and how Jungkook doesn't wanna let go, and how he waits to hug someone, and yada yada yada. it is a beautiful song, though. a little blue, a little sparkling. Jungkook sounds very tender on it.

"what do you mean?"

"he ships you two so hard, but it's not what's bothering me".

"oh baby".

"he speaks about it so often..."

you comb your hair to ground yourself. Jungkook hasn't gotten good beating in a while, you see.

"Yuri, you know we are very good friends. it's annoying to me, too, how he is so passionate about something that's none of his business".

she nods and then cranes her neck to you, trying to reach out.

"i think he writes fanfiction about it in his mind".

you both giggle and leave it be.

you think it is going to be much harder to listen to that song again. for instance, you barely ever listen to any of Yoongi's solo songs. his ache hits too close to home. that must be the very core, very initial reason why you fell for him. the expression of an artist who cries on stage. it's too much. his speaking voice is bad enough, you can rarely handle the singing voice. you do appreciate the labour but it doesn't mean you need to immerse yourself in it.

a guy approaches you. the first thing you always notice is the slant of the eyes. you search for Yoongi's eyes in everybody. one monolid, one double lid. nobody has eyes quite exactly like his, although some are closer than others.

this one is nothing like Yoongi, he looks buffer, walks more confidently. he holds your robe in his hand, you realize.

"sorry", he bows respectfully and the part of your brain that processes information tells you it looks hot in theory. the muscles in your stomach are relaxed.

"i think you forgot it at the mineral basin".

"oh, i have been looking for it".

you stand up and accept the robe with both hands. you have no idea how old he looks. majority of hot guys today are already younger than you and it's depressing.

"i have been watching you, i admit, and saw that you left it behind".

Yuri snickers behind your back and drops her chin. he has a well-defined jawline and very expressive, narrow eyes. he looks Japanese and has the accent. you put on the robe quickly and dive into the soft safety of the cloth.

"thanks".

"i searched the pockets but didn't find your number there".

Yuri can't contain a yelping giggle like she chokes on his words. she is the worst liar and the worst spy. it's amazing she can keep secrets at all. one of those people with subtitle faces.

"your friend probably thinks i'm hot, because she's blushing".

he stares into your eyes intently from above. taller than Yoongi. flirts heavy. you finally chuckle and turn back to her.

"she is married though".

"that's okay. are you single?"

"no", you blurt out before you can think. you haven't thought of yourself as occupied, dating. but you're not available, either. it takes a second for you to remember that you were meaning to date. Yuri kicks your knee from behind so sharply that you completely fumble and almost fall - right into his arms.

"oh she's a liar. she's single", she says. the guy is holding you by the shoulders as you are pressed against his bare chest for a moment.

you curse at her without holding yourself back. the guy walks away with your number. you know nothing, absolutely nothing will come out of it, but you promised yourself to try. even if it feels completely wrong, you need to make a start. the start is the difficult part, and then your brain will come round. for god's sake. it's pathetic.

the spa doesn't have the force pulling enough to relax you but the fuck that the Japanese guy gives you is different enough, rough enough to set a mind straight for some time.

you come to work with the timer of no sex wiped clean to see if things change. it feels like you do it out of spite while you should be doing it just because you want to.

"how was it?"

"disgusting. it was disgusting and dull. it was like nothing, like cheating".

"who are you cheating on?" Jimin asks ironically. his doll face wrinkles.

"i wonder who there is to cheat on". he curves his palm over his eyes like he's searching for something. the kitchen is empty. he goes so far in this circus performance as to open the door and look out into the studio.

"hello? nobody. who are you cheating on, bitch?"

you look at him darkly.

"it just feels wrong".

"if it feels wrong, you need to try with someone else. believe me, good sex clears the mind, whether it's right or wrong".

you watch his face with a growing smile.

"somebody's having fulfilling sex".

he nods and his long earring dangles funnily.

"yeah. plenty".

"you're still thinking about the wedding?"

"i am shopping for the ring".

it sounds serious. you are too unsure to talk him out of it and not certain whether it's still your place to warn. he seems happy. tells really cool stories about her. like she's a nurse. insanely cute. can shoot a gun. maybe you should take this at the face value and just be happy, without overthinking.

"does she have handsome male friends?"

Jimin studies you for some time.

"with a monolid?"

he frowns like you said something perverse.

"yeah, no. i am not gonna be a part of it. having sex with guys just because of a monolid".

you like making him uncomfortable. Jimin's lips press together painfully, and he shrinks his shoulders like a child. it's funny.

"one monolid, one double".

he opens his mouth in ache.

"stop it".

"about a hundred and seventy four".

you tease him at your own expense until he starts fighting you off.

"do you not regret it, at least?" he asks.

"no. but i'm not sure i wanna repeat. felt nothing, just friction".

Jimin seems satisfied enough. he's been more mature lately. you look at each other from time to time and grapple with the fact that the late night slumber parties and falling asleep in the same bed have come to an end. it's been a good run and Jimin definitely managed to heal the most goo-producing, blood-gushing wounds of yours.

now that he has someone, does he think you're pathetic? you wouldn't be surprised. but his hands are still very warm when he embraces you. he stil meowls when he puts his head on your shoulder, smelling like hairspray. he doesn't hold the hug for quite as long as he used to, but that's what friends do, who don't have unspoken confessions weighing on them.

you go on a couple more dates and don't care if Yoongi knows about it. maybe Jungkook mentions it casually to him, you can see him do that, employ the cheap manipulation to catch a reaction. you're the unwilling beneficiary of his cupid services. he supplies the guys this time: one is a producer and the other is a friend from outside of his idol reality, something like a childhood buddy. you have a disastrous date with him and are scared that you'll run into him again at a social gathering. he keeps speaking about what he wants in a girlfriend and you make it clear you have no idea why you're having this conversation.

"i'm not about to date you just yet", you say.

"why'd you come then? why meet at all?"

you smirk and tell him to take it easier. no need to make plans at a first dinner. but he's one of those. his chin drops onto the collar of the buttoned-up Nohant shirt.

"you're at the age when you should think seriously about a family. you already display the signs of aging".

your eyes crawl up to the space above his head. the left part of your mouth pulls up.

"are you out of your damn mind, you little, square, stupid man?"

Youngchul's face hardens. it's tiring, analyzing his expression. the only attractive part of him is the hair anyway, and you can see it's been curled. the slick bangs on the forehead cannot mask the utterly tedious existence he wants to offer you. days full of cleaning the apartment while he's selling cars. the audacity of him saying you should do something when he hasn't commanded a single dopamine cell in your brain is on the verge of homicide-provoking.

"you don't speak to me like that. i am paying for the dinner and i am older. Jungkook said you're a delight and beautiful, and you're none of these things".

"i am paying for dinner, you pathetic puppy", you stand up, the wide smile twisting your face. frankly you find people like him entertaining. Seoul is full of men like him. fishing the market for goods. setting their own conditions immediately. thinking they are reading you like an open book. Youngchul stands up as well, resolved not to let you leave and pay. you have a very vague idea about how much he earns but, knowing the culture these men are living in, it's doubtful you're much richer than him. he wouldn't go for it. they usually interest themselves in the financial matters and decide if they can handle the girl. you must look like you're easy to handle.

"sit your ass down or i am going to scratch your face", you warn. Youngchul's cheek twitches. his pants look like they become too tight. guys in this city have a kink for submissive women who act cute. but you also notice the opposite thing being true: you get rude with them once and they can't stop thinking about you. maybe they dream about punishing you for it. his expression changes.

"fine. you wanna get out of here once you pay?"

you nod.

"yeah. i'll go home, you can fuck off".

there were once two people in your life before Yoongi you thought you loved. one of them was a girl. you barely remember the features of her face now. comparing your feelings was another exercise that you found useful. as if another pain could cancel the Yoongi pain. what is the real love, how is it supposed to feel? is it the longing in your body that makes it slower, as if your feet are caught in a quagmire? is it the desire to hold their head in between your palms, covering the ears to protect from the noise of the world? is it the neverending haunting dreams about holding their hand? is it the flooding feeling of relief and excitement when you catch their eyes? is it the pain itself? those two cases of love felt like two highways beginning in the same place but separating with time. nothing compared with Yoongi, really. but remembering the times when you didn't know him was a kind of a solace for you. there was once time when your life lacked him, and you were utterly unhappy. the dark winters, short days, forgettable people. it all started with Jungkook. when you saw his funny, handsome bunny face at the bar in Prague. his eyes searching the space drunkenly. he got away from his bodyguard in a fit of naughty mood and was having fun, shooting darts. you were buying cider for yourself at the bar counter because the shops were already closed at that time of night. you spotted him; who wouldn't? Jungkook is the star at the center of every system. manufactured by gods themselves to attract. probably because he was never the one person for you, the scenario now seemed almost fairytale-ish, wattpad level of coincidence. he caught your eye and smiled. you couldn't hold the laughter inside of you. seeing him anywhere, whether it's the screen of your phone or a bar, was always delightful. he was drunk enough and bored enough to approach you. instant connection. you blinked at each other with those huge stupid eyes and he asked what you are drinking. the rest was history. his hands on your hips. you dragged him across the streets under the feeble autumn european rain, watching his hair get wetter and wetter, like you kidnapped him. he walked behind you, holding your hand like an obedient puppy. maybe it was the tight jeans or the youthfullness of six years ago, but he was hooked.

then you locked him up in the room with your best friend and went back to the bar to spend the night and give them space.

it all happened like it was a story you wrote. luring him in like a siren to his death. only, it came together so beautifully, so precisely. you thought, well, Jungkook now has to pay me back.

that's what he's been trying to do this whole time.

his big tapioca eyes are blinking at you as he's looming.

"i am really sorry though. i had no idea he's like that".

you shrug. he puts his hands on his hips and pops one, like he's suspecting there are tiny photographers in the cracks in the walls, snapping his pictures.

"how am i gonna be friends with him now?"

"we aren't your parents, you know", you mutter. he takes it too seriously sometimes.

"do you mind?"

Hoseok's face is all wrinkled, brows high with irritation as he stares Jungkook down. staring him down usually does nothing. the only person who is intimidating to this guy is himself.

"i am trying to study. it's my lesson. i am stressed enough as it is".

"speak English, please", you remind him, to no avail.

"do you... wanna meet Mingyu?"

you check if Hobi is livid yet. he's just irritated for now. can't grasp the evidence feature of present perfect continuous. one of the most challenging topics in your opinion.

"seriously, Jungkook, sometimes you are very disrespectful", he scolds gently, the voice changing a little. he looks like a middle-aged man who's been selling horse radish at the market all his life. Jungkook reacts a little bit, the maknae part of his mind tugs on the nerves of his brain.

"yes, just a second. Mingyu", he addresses Hoseok now, to involve him, "you remember him?"

"from Seventeen?" Hobi asks.

"yeah. he's my age, but he's very tall", Jungkook switches to you again, "he's the tallest guy i know".

you massage your fists, looking at them both.

"i don't know. i don't think this whole dating thing works. i just feel dirty and messy".

Hoseok shrugs.

"don't force it".

"plus, i don't wanna go out with an idol".

Jungkook is about to fold in half. you realize the irony, yes, but it's different.

"i will smother you one day", he mutters. with that, he finally leaves the room to bother someone else. the recordings started so now you spend a lot of time at the studio in the middle segment of the building because the boys want to study without moving at all. grey soft walls like in an asylum. sometimes it does feel like it, too. Yoongi practically lives here and sometimes he produces sounds very similar to what you can hear at the place where people go through mental anguish.

the memory of that one person you used to love doesn't let you rest. it's like all of the uncertainty got rekindled all of a sudden, provoked by the change of seasons. you used to ache for her, too. you used to wait for her with the breathing caught in your throat and listen to music that reminded of her. you used to look out the window of the bus, watch the city running parallel to you, and wonder. you used to contemplate rejection and when it was handed to you, you accepted it with your arms falling weakly to the sides. maybe going home and reliving all those horrible days could give you an insight on your new spring love.

all of a sudden you feel determined to get your shit together. nothing is more important than that. the shudder your whole being goes through as you see Yoongi is just a backdrop against the mind of yours. you need to get away from him. maybe you need to get away from Korea and all these people who make you so happy that it feels tiring. you want to love someone who you can tell about it. somebody you're not afraid to speak to.

in the middle of September you hand in the resignation letter and Bang stops in his tracks with surprise.

"what?"

he doesn't accept it. you're doing too well, you know it. you know you don't really want to quit but you're on this highway, flying towards some decision you don't even see clearly yet, at full speed.

he wrestles with you, trying to find a compromise. what do you not like? the pay? you can get more. the apartment? there's one at a closer location. long hours? let's adjust the schedule. more discounts? bigger classroom? what do you want?

Min Yoongi. can you give him to me, Hitman? can you snatch him again and trick him again like you did almost twenty years ago, can you be that cool charming friend who drags him to my hotel room, drunk and infatuated with an idea?

you want to go home. Bang falls back into his chair with relief. holiday? why didn't you say something sooner? he also suddenly remembers all about the lazy, low-energy stalker you have. you got yet another bunch of flowers from him recently, delivered straight to your home, and didn't even bother to tell anybody. it was so inconsequential you threw away the whole thing without even reading the note.

Bang gives you a long holiday, explaining that he doesn't want to let you go as you are the glue. you energize people and raise their engagement. you make them happy, he says. you're the mood prostitute. you realize that your value is mainly founded on the fact that Bangtan Boys like you to death.

crushed by that, you leave the building, clutching the form in your fist. three months to sit out the winter. you'll be back by Jimin's wedding. if you come back at all. either this, or that.

you have no idea what you're doing but that one brave assistant inspires you. she must have been smarter than you because she knew where she would get if she elected to stay. so she just peaced out. the prophecy is gradually becoming realer. you love Seoul and its light breath. the polluted air and grey Han river. the pink and white streets and clean asphalt, messy Itaewon nights and neon lights of the Gangnam. the swaying skyscrapers, the feral rhythm of life and teeth-shattering competitiveness of the industry. you love being loved like you are. you love being in Jungkook's gloomy fortress when he runs around the house; people have no idea what a tight, incredible ball of happiness is contained there inside the black walls. you love your job and feeling useful.

you love the idea of the future that might never come about. the country house with a little garden, tangerine trees and Yoongi in a loose white shirt, flip flopping around, pushing his hair back. that future cannot be allowed to destroy you now, so you leave Korea to him.

you pass your students to another Hybe tutor only keeping Jimin because he refuses to change. he says, let's do online. you say you don't have the energy to see any of them. he replies, too bad. yet again, he simply refuses to lose you.

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[shinobushaori]

A/N: Reader is inspired by Sumiyoshi's(Tanjiro's ancestor) wife(Sayako), who I think likes to sleep a lot. I maxed this habit and created dear reader! Enjoy!

INCONVENIENT HABIT

- kochou shinobu x female!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.4K

"Aoi-chan, have you seen [Name]?"

Kochou Shinobu sighs for the 4th time today. It was exhausting enough to switch between Hashira duties, looking over wounded patients, and carrying out her own personal research. To make matters worse, her lover and only source of comfort seem to hide herself within the confines of the huge Butterfly Estate.

Aoi, who was carrying a basket of newly folded washed sheets, stopped on her tracks. Her brows furrow in deep thought, "Actually, now that you mention it, Shinobu-sama.. I haven't seen her since last night."

Hearing this, the pain in her head intensified tenfold but her external demeanor remained unchanged. Simply, Shinobu nodded her head, thanking the young girl and allowing her to go back to her tasks.

She walked around the estate for a little while, her steps slow and deliberate as her eyes keenly scans each corners as well as some rooms hoping to find the familiar stiff sleeping body in one of the unoccupied space.

Alas, every room was thoroughly checked and you were nowhere in sight.

Seriously, that girl. She rubbed her forehead. You had a particular habit, one that frequently induced a headache or two from Shinobu, something that you seem to not remove despite the many efforts to enforce healthy routines to you in order to temper this potentially dangerous, otherwise foolish, habit.

And it's sleeping absolutely everywhere.

At first it was fine, cute to Shinobu even. She sometimes found you in the daytime asleep on the engawa, limbs sprawled out on the open, so relaxed and comfortable. Then, she'll kiss your cute face till you wake up. Other times, she would find you in a random corner, snoring and hugging yourself and she would smile seeing the marked drawings on your face.

Then, weeks passed and it quickly transformed into a worrisome habit.

It started at the early stages of the romantic relationship between the two of you, Shinobu noticed that you surrender to sleep quite early, eyes watering and mouth suppressing a yawn. No problem, she thought at that time, kissing and bidding you goodnight as she stays up late to conduct her study. Then, the drowsiness came to her and she went to your shared room to sleep as well.

She pauses on her steps when you were visibly absent from her sight. Confused, she ruled it to you getting either water or fresh air, she herself was guilty of that much.

And with a new objective in mind, she travels towards the kitchen, trying to find you sneaking around and wanting to tease you for it.

You weren't there, that's fine. You were probably just outside!

Not there either. That's when her heart starts to race. Just as she was about to voice out her concern, a familiar groan entered her ear and she jolted before instantly bolting from her spot towards the noise and she stops. Lo and behold, there you were up the tree. Body folded on a branch, in a rather uncomfortable way, Shinobu adds. With a half bitten peach on your mouth and another two on each palm.

And when she asked you why, just why in the absolutely fuck, were you folded on a fucking branch in the middle of the fucking night?

You sheepishly smiled, "Well, I got hungry and climbed a tree to get some peaches. I wanted to get you some too so I got more and then I thought wow it's really chilly and accidentally slept. Woops!"

Woops? She'll woop your ass, that's for sure.

(She didn't, she was too weak for your apologetic kisses and touch.)

She wondered how it was even possible. Sure, you were an experienced slayer with a body built for battles. But sleeping for possibly hours with your body folded on a hard branch without risking your ribs breaking? You were a unique variant, she says that in the most lovingly way possible.

Since that fun, so fun, night. She would always need a whole ass search team just to find where you were hidden away from prying eyes. (Lately, she feels like she'd have to make that to reality)

And this is a continuous problem till now. Where she's currently crawling every hidden hole you could possibly be in. Gods, give her strength.

"Shinobu-sama! Shinobu-sama! We found [Name]!"

Hearing the loud exclaim of the triplets, she immediately left her place and emerged from under the engawa, effectively scaring the three kids with her dark aura.

"Sh-Shinobu-sama.."

Shinobu patted their heads with a tight smile, "Where is she?"

Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo gives you their prayers and pointed on one of the rooms.

Shinobu didn't waste time and slid the door harshly. Kanao and Aoi flinching in place, quick to stop bandaging your hand.

Noticing their pause, you whine loudly. "Aoi-chann, hurry up.. it hurts!"

Shinobu scans your being and breathes in seeing you not fully injured. With only a bit of scratches and dirt on your arms and knees, she notes. Aoi, who sense the danger, immediately tries to shift the blame to you.

"Shinobu-sama! Can you believe how we found this stupid girl!?" She pinches your arm and you wince.

"Ouchh!!"

"She was sleeping in the proximity of a wild bear!" You tilt your body to avoid her pinching you, rubbing the red spots on your arm.

"How was I supposed to know bears lounge around that spot!? I just finished a mission and was sleepy!"

Kanao tries her best to keep Aoi still, who was visibly fuming on the spot. She sends a troubled look to her sister but Shinobu only stood still with clear veins popping on her face.

Aoi takes you by the collar, "And your first thought was to sleep in the middle of a secluded forest and not come to the Butterfly Estate which was a five minute foot distance!?" You look away, sweating.

"It was a very exhausting mission, okay!?"

"Why, you-?!"

A clap gets the attention of the three of you. You perk up at the sight of your beautiful lover but quickly cower seeing her well-concealed, but one you could recognise from a mile away, anger.

"M-My beloved..-"

Shinobu quickly cuts you off. "Kanao, Aoi. Be a dear and check up on the recently admitted patients, yes?"

The two girls didn't have to be told twice and bolted at the right moment. You grip your fists on their direction in betrayal. When did you raise them this way!? Etched on your face. Aoi simply scowled while Kanao didn't give two fucks and left.

While you were still grumbling, Shinobu took advantage of your distracted state and quietly took a seat behind you. You flinch when two strong arms hold you in place. The familiar aroma of wisteria and floral fills your nose, seemingly melting you to a puddle with a flushed expression.

Shinobu feels the sudden weight and smiles, her fingers hooking around your waist as her head slithers next to yours. She stares at you with a smile and you look away with a protruding bottom lip.

"..are you mad at me, 'nobu?"

Shinobu sighs, holding you closer. "If I had the ability to, I would, dear."

Suddenly, you leave her embrace and face her. Your arms sneaking around her neck, head inches apart from each other and Shinobu feels the heat creep up her ears to see your guilty face upclose.

"I'm sorry.."

She could never resist you, can she?

Shinobu caresses your cheek and slowly pulls you in a kiss. One that always reminds her of the love that still exists within her. Despite the walls of mistrust and rage she had attentively grown, you, without a sweat, successfully break the nearly exploding dam of love and care. She feels you smile and hum into the kiss as both lips respectively move on its own.

As it breaks off, she lays her forehead on yours, panting. "..you worried me."

You simply smile at her, interwining your fingers with hers. "I know, I'm sorry.."

Shinobu closes her eyes, "I forgive you." Like she always does and always will.

Her eyes then flutters open and you blush at the intensity of her stare.

"But you have a lot of kissing and cuddling to pay off~"

"Eh?! Since when did I have such a big debt!?"

"Since now!"

Shinobu concludes that no matter how eccentric your habits and traits is, it doesn't make you less of the person she loves and adores.

eh conclusion but its 1am and im abt 2 pass out so