#self insert/canon

[shadowphoenixrider]

Kinktober 2024 Day 20 - Facesitting

"On your back, Cajun." I said, pushing him onto the bed.

Gambit went down easily, grinning widely with dark, hungry eyes. He crawled the rest of his body up the bed as I mounted it, kneeling over his broad chest.

"What plans do ya have for Gambit, mon ombre?" He asked, drinking me up like he'd just stumbled in from the desert.

"That depends," I purred, smirking down at him. "Have you behaved yourself?"

The Cajun blinked owlishly up at me, trying to pour innocence into his eyes like some demonic puppy.

"Ma chère, please." He spoke, hands gently resting on my thighs. "Has Gambit not been un bon garçon?"

A frisson of heat surged through me at his nigh pleading words - they sounded so delectable I could almost taste them.

"I'll be the judge of that, Cajun." Was my response, leaning over him. "And don't try to 'convince' me, either." I smirked. "Truly good boys wouldn't need to prove themselves."

"Den it's a good thin' Gambit been a good boy, non?" He replied, running his hands up and down my legs - a light touch that was just firm enough not to tickle me. "He all too happy to submit himself to ya judgement."

I quirked an eyebrow up.

"Your silver tongue won't help you here, scoundrel. I know your tricks."

I saw the flash of mischief in his eyes and the smirk tug at his lips, a change of step in this tenuous dance of power.

"Ah contraire, chère, Gambit has on good authority dat his silver tongue be in much demand." His grin widened. "'Specially by yourself..."

Oh, I so loved this game with him. This push and pull until one of us gave in. It was intoxicating.

"Mm, maybe." I replied, leaning further down towards him, sliding my hips further down his torso. "But I know you crave it as well. The taste of me. So consider - if you've been a good boy, I give you want you desire. If you haven't..." My smirk grew into a grin. "Then perhaps I tie you down and take what I am owed from you?"

His eyes widened in feigned shock, but his pupils dilated with excitement.

"Chère, you wouldn't!" He begged. "You wouldn't subject Gambit to such torture!"

"I might do. Depends if I need to 'punish' him or not..."

"Gambit know he not supposed to convince ya," he began, "but please, chère. Gambit do anythin' for you."

"Anything?" I asked, grinning evilly.

"Gambit be yours to use as you please. Your pleasure be his pleasure," he said, turning his black and red eyes up at me.

I smirked. Oh, I knew what he was doing. I probably should have stopped him, reminded him that he wasn't supposed to be convincing me, and that he'd essentially offered himself up to the threatened punishment.

But it's so hard to do when Gambit is the one under you, and you are as hungry for him as he is for you.

It's all just a game, after all.

"Let me think..." I mused, rocking back and forth on his body, grinding myself against the hard planes of his muscles. Those gentle touches on my legs became tight grips, although he didn't stop me - he uttered a pleased grunt at the feel of me.

"Chère..." He muttered, clearly trying to resist the urge to pull me down to where his aching cock stood proud and waiting.

"Ah ah ah, no distraction." My sing-song voice made him roll his head back and groan in frustration. "You don't want me starting this from the beginning."

"Torture, chère!" He whined. "Gambit been nothing but un bon garçon, an' you submit him to dis?"

"So needy..." I taunted. "Has the good boy been holding on for so long?"

"Oui! Yes!" Gambit nodded vigorously. "He been waiting for ya touch for so long, chère."

I was wet already, and it was only increasing, my body aching for him every bit as much as he was craving me.

Ah...life is short, and I am not a patient woman.

With only a grin, I crawled over him, holding Gambit's dark, needy gaze. A delicious hot spark shot through me when I knelt astride his head, and his pupils swelled with the ecstatic realization of what was to come, a wide smile splitting his face in two.

"Oh, cherié!" Gambit breathed, pure excitement thrumming through his words as if he'd kinetically charged them. "Such a beautiful view...!"

His hands slid up my thighs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eagerness turned me on all the more.

"You know what to do, Cajun?" I purred. He nodded vigorously, and I couldn't help but giggle how he was trying not to strain up towards me like a dog on a leash.

And with that, I sank down on him, careful not to put my full weight onto his face (not that he probably would have minded). Gambit immediately buried himself against me, pressing kisses against my lips before his tongue darted out to begin his work in earnest.

"There's a good boy..." I cooed, tangling my fingers into his wild hair before rolling my head back to let out a luxurious moan. His grip on my thighs tightened for a moment before his large hands moved to squeeze my ass, tugging me closer to him.

It wasn't just his hands that were blessed with nimble dexterity - Gambit's lips and tongue moved in just the right ways to have me melting against him, rocking my hips into his face. He teased around my entrance before lapping his tongue in as deep as it would go, stroking my walls in ways I never knew were possible.

And just when I'd gotten used to that, he withdrew and decide to give my clit some much needed attention, which had me moaning and chanting his name. All the while his hands squeezed and massaged my thighs and backside, coaxing me to ride him.

It was bliss, pure euphoria, and I was happy to lose myself within it, the hot electric sensations that pulsed through my body as I ground against him.

Several hour-long minutes later I felt that familiar tension building within me, the tight coil winding around in the base of my pelvis. My fingers curled deeper into his hair, gasping out a warning:

"I'm, I'm close, Remy! Gods yes!"

I felt his wonderfully wicked grin against me, and he murmured something in a thick Cajun that was too soft and muffled to catch. Not that it mattered as his ministrations seemed to intensify, scrambling every sense I had under a pleasurable onslaught. Oh, I wished I could stay here forever.

The tension became nigh unbearable, wound tight as a spring.

"Please!" I begged, so close, so close.

Of course, he came through, and teased that little bundle of nerves in just the right way to make me unravel.

I cried out, back arching and clamping my thighs around his head. My powers slipped away from me and I felt my orgasm once, twice over as my nerves fired brightly, feeling every part of me so incredibly acutely I almost got lost in my zenith.

Gambit kept me anchored, though. His strong, large hands held me within myself, his hot tongue gently stroking inside me, massaging my fluttering walls and drinking me up like a man quenching a long thirst.

Slowly, slowly, I fluttered down from my high, feeling a little dizzy but very, very sated. I could have melted into the mattress and the man below me.

Speaking of which, his insistent tapping against my leg suddenly reminded me of our positions.

"Shit, Remy, sorry!" I breathed, releasing my grip and scooting back onto his chest. "You alright?"

The Cajun chuckled deeply, seeming no worse for wear aside from the lower half of his face being utterly covered in my slick.

"Gambit fine, cherié," he grinned up at me, licking his lips. "Jus' a bit o' tight squeeze, non?"

I shook my head at him, grinning.

"You're lucky I didn't hurt you. I know I'm only fifty kilos soaking wet, but you still don't want all of that on your head."

"Ah, but no finer way to die, ma chère." Gambit's broad grin barely wavered.

"I would prefer you didn't die, actually." I said, ruffling his hair. I intended it in the same jokey manner, yet Gambit sensed my discomfort. He gently eased me back onto his stomach so he could sit upright and look into my eyes properly.

"Remy not goin' anywhere, Shadow," he said seriously, taking my hands in his. "I promise."

My heart seized painfully at his sincerity, and I squeezed his hands.

"I'll hold you to that." I mumbled. He smiled, something so warm and loving it almost pricked tears into my eyes.

"Gambit hopin' ya will." He replied softly, leaning in to kiss me. It was gentle, tender, the sealing of a pact.

This moment lingered, both of us unsure where to go from here.

I decided that it was probably my turn to ruin it.

"So. Still up for a little more 'acts of service', Cajun?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

His answering grin was enough on its own.

"Gambit's all yours, chère..."

[drop-pop-cola]

The duality of mermaid AUs

This is, the most effort i've put into art in a while lol

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[orions-starryeyes]

Megatron x me but it's one sided and he's in love with me and I'm confused about it

He goes out of his way to be all nice and dapper for me and I'm shaking in my boots because it's MEGATRON???? He's a little silly sometimes and it's weird but it's a little sweet

[retquits]

see what they don't tell you is that you HAVE to make the most self-indulgent ocs and self inserts to inject into your favorite media and to have the most tender moments with your favorite blorbos and to live out every fantasy and tragedy your heart desires. you just have to

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

wanted to share this

There was a short segment where we get to hear Skully J. Graves (like, with the in-game live-2D model) monologue about Halloween. After saying good evening, he opens by… GiIVING YOU a KISS????? He literally announces it: “I greet you with a kiss” or (more directly) “I give a kiss to this good/wonderful encounter”.

The Japanese transcription for the line is 「この良き出会いにキスを。」 and キス is kisu/kiss… LIKE. I know he most likely means just a brief platonic kiss to say hello (similar to the European style where your lips don’t really touch the other person and it’s more like pantomiming a kiss on each cheek)… Or maybe he means a metaphorical kiss, not a literal one??? BUT STILL THAT’S SO BOLD TO START WITH, ESPECIALLY WITH A STRANGER (<- my inner Rollo Flamme comin’ out)

Edit: Now that the event is actually out, we can confirm that he does, in fact, LITERALLY kiss you (on the back of the hand) 😭

[paintedcrows]

It is imperative to me that Bill and Stan do torrid Duchess Approves roleplay and argue about character motivations

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[unwri-ten]

Old habits die hard

[sennamybeloved]

⛧ SELFSHIPTOBER 2024 ⛧

HELLO ALL! welcome to another year of selfshiptober. i've noticed this is pretty much the 'official' selfship tober event now, which honestly warms my heart! i love seeing what this wonderful community does with my prompts :)

this year, i'm doing things a little differently. EACH DAY HAS TWO PROMPTS ASSIGNED TO IT. the first set is SHIPPY, while the second set is SPOOKY. you may either COMBINE THE TWO PROMPTS TOGETHER or CHOOSE ONE OF THE PROMPTS. the spooky prompts are a bit on the grittier side and probably won't appeal to most, so if you'd like to only use the first set of prompts and completely ignore the second, be my guest! on the other hand, if you prefer the gritter prompts, you can only use the second set of prompts, you can do that too! if you want an extra challenge, you can create a piece that incorporates both of the day's prompts. you can also change your approach depending on how you feel that day!

there are no hard rules for this. YOU CAN START WORKING ON THIS CHALLENGE EARLY, but i encourage you to wait until october to post anything. YOU CAN ALSO CONTINUING WORKING ON IT AFTER OCTOBER ENDS! you can drag this shit out into december for all i care. just DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF PLEASE.

without further ado, LET US PROCEED TO THE PROMPTS!

#1. confession  |  night.

#2. blanket  |  flame.

#3. embrace  |  blood.

#4. apple picking  |  fog.

#5. all dressed up  |  blade.

#6. carnival  |  haunted.

#7. rain  |  infection.

#8. swim  |  terror.

#9. music  |  masquerade.

#10. warmth  |  claws.

#11. comfort  |  recovery.

#12. married  |  ritual.

#13. party  |  magic.

#14. date night  |  vampire.

#15. games  |  hunt.

#16. candy  |  illusion.

#17. heart  |  feast.

#18. pining  |  violent.

#19. shared hobby  |  potion.

#20. trust  |  experiment.

#21. snuggle  |  nightmare.

#22. kiss  |  scars.

#23. movie night  |  slasher.

#24. baking  |  empty.

#25. rest  |  bandages.

#26. beautiful  |  grotesque.

#27. decorations  |  cemetery.

#28. brush  |  forest.

#29. pumpkin  |  lantern.

#30. flowers  |  snow.

#31. halloween  |  death.

TAG YOUR CREATIONS AS #SELFSHIPTOBER 2024 AND TAG ME IF YOU'D LIKE ME TO SEE! i cannot guarantee interaction as i struggle socially, but i promise i'll look at everything! HAPPY CREATING ♡

[sketchy-tour]

Redrew some of my old daycare attendant doodles as stress relief today

[shadowphoenixrider]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1 - Dirty Talk

(Decided to write a couple of entries for Kinktober, since my OTP were chatty for a bit. No smut in this one, but things get a little steamy. Enjoy!)

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, mon amie..." Gambit purred into my ear, hands sliding onto my hips.

I raised an eyebrow, looking over my shoulder at the dark-eyed mutant leering at me.

"Why, are you hungry, Cajun?" I asked lightly.

His red eyes gleamed with mischief, pupils dilating.

"Hungry, chère?" He pushed his body into mine, pressing me tightly against the kitchen counter as his lips skimmed my ear. "I'm starved."

A shudder ran down my spine, hot tight heat twisting low in my belly. He must have felt it, as his lips curved into a grin. Planting my hands on the work surface, I pushed back against him.

"We can't do this here, Gambit." I muttered. "Someone's going to walk in here at some point."

"Kitchen's the best place to get a meal, chère." Came the hot reply, his strength pinning me in place. "An' I can't help thinkin' how good you'd taste..." I felt his tongue flick at my earlobe; that did nothing but make me shake my head.

"If you want a meal you can savour, we're going to have to go somewhere more private." I said matter-of-factly. "Even a man starved knows he can only eat his fill if he's undisturbed."

Gambit groaned childishly.

"Please Shadow, Gambit be a man parched - he desperate for a taste of you. You not be as so cruel to deny him longer, surely?"

"Parched? I thought you were hungry." I tried not to smile at his frustrated grumble. "But seriously Gambit, you are going to be infinitely more annoyed if we get interrupted. At least let's go to my room so you can have all the time in the world to sample me, hmm?"

I felt his mouth open to retort, when someone else got there first:

"Am I interrupting something?"

I craned my head over my shoulder to see Storm standing in the doorway, one perfect white eyebrow raised. Gambit drew back away from me, and I gave him a Look.

"Told you so."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I let myself smirk - he'd make me pay for that, and I couldn't wait.

Storm looked between us, clearly putting the pieces together, so I just offered her a smile and a respectful bow of my head. "My apologies, we'll be getting out of your way."

I weaved past her, quickening my pace when I was out of the kitchen and trying to resist giggling nervously. There was no way I'd evade him, but it was always fun to see how far I could get.

It didn't take long for Gambit to catch up in several long strides, briefly pulling me into the side of the hallway, hands all over me.

"You little minx." He growled playfully into my ear, revelling in my giggling. "Teasin' me like that."

"Aw, but I wasn't wrong about us getting interrupted, was I?" I pointed out, even as he gave my neck a nip.

"Maybe ya were right 'bout gettin' a room." He acquiesced, pulling back to look at me properly, smirking. "But when we get dere, Gambit gonna make sure he has his fill."

I smirked back.

"Why of course. Wouldn't want to spoil a meal by rushing it now, would we?"

His wicked grin flashed heat straight into my chest, the recognition of this familiar, tenuous dance we began.

"Sounds like you jus' as hungry as Gambit, mon ombre..." The Cajun purred, as I started leading us to my room.

"Oh, I might have been indulging myself with some tasty little thoughts..." I mused.

"Such as...?"

I paused for a moment, my grin showing teeth.

"The sounds you make when my lips are wrapped around your cock."

Gambit's eyes darkened, and I swore it was his turn to shiver with delight. I pressed on, standing on my tiptoes to whisper: "All I have to do is just run my tongue along you and you melt under me. Such a needy boy..."

To my surprise and delight, his eyes rolled back in his head, a soft, shaky groan escaping him. This vulnerability only lasted for a moment though, his focus sharpening back on me.

"Don' think you can get away teasin' Gambit like dat, brigand..." He growled. "He knows all ya little secrets too." A wide, almost predatory grin as he whispered in my ear: "You one to talk about meltin' at a touch, mon amie, when Gambit just have to tell ya exactly what ya want to hear 'fore ya start beggin' for my touch."

I puffed my chest out, trying to walk a little faster as if I was trying to avoid being ensnared.

"Oh? And what exactly would those words be, Gambit? You have to do better than sly insinuations." I took the stairs in a hurry, not looking back.

"Do I?" He remarked. Curse the Cajun's long legs, he was already closing in again. I dodged his grab for my waist, giggling nervously. "If Gambit remembers correctly, he had ya wet an' squirming' jus' talkin' 'bout everythin' he wants to do to ya de other night."

A throb from between my legs betrayed me. Oh, he was remembering correctly all right. And I remembered that he'd made good on everything he'd said.

"Ya know," Gambit spoke up as we took the turn towards my room. "I bet ya already wet right now." I could hear the eager, hungry grin in his voice. "An' it getting worse every time ya move, ain't it? You wanna ride somethin' dat gives ya more. Maybe," suddenly, his presence right behind me, voice in my ear, "maybe somethin' to fill dat emptiness. Fill ya right to de top..."

My breath hitched, and I just about caught the shaky moan that threatened to escape me, just as I stumbled to my door. Gambit immediately sandwiched me against it, pressing his erection hard into me.

"G-Gambit-" I stuttered, struggling for the key that was now tightly wedged in my pockets. "I-I need-"

"What?" He crooned, rolling his hips against me, giving me just a taste of that delicious friction I needed. "Tell Gambit, mon ombre. Tell him what ya need..."

"I..." I felt my head steaming up like a bathroom mirror, the temptation to let go and fall under this spell of pleasure, let Gambit have his way with me against my door.

But I wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"I...I need my keys, ass." I managed to growl, sliding an arm underneath my chest to give me enough leverage to push back against him, lifting his weight just enough to fish them out.

Gambit leant back to let me unlock the door, yet was soon at my back again, pushing me inside. Although he did politely pause to push it closed behind us.

"So, now we have some privacy..." He turned towards me, a toothy grin on his face as he stalked towards me. "How 'bout we pick up from where we left off? You were tellin' Gambit what you needed, whilst he," his hands drifted to my waist, fingers already beginning to loosen my belt, "were gonna eat his fill..."

I grinned, helping him along by undoing my jeans.

"Well then," I purred as the Cajun tugged my trousers and panties down at the first opportunity, dropping to his knees with the motion. "Bon appetit..."

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[drop-pop-cola]

Tha bounty hunter nd the rookie sherrif 😴

[miiconsole]

what i think will happen everytime i post

[surrtasm]

[kimiko24]

girl help I can't escape I need them

[toxi-works-at-culvers]

its a perfect fit!

[squidflavoredsoup]

me n bill

oops all bill!