#this is pretty long oops

[imabillyami]

WIP Wednesday

(It's technically Thursday 8am where I am, so this is more of a WIP Thursday, but then again I never cared much for the rules.)

Tagged by the wonderful @jeysbvck 💜 Thank you, dear friend!

This is something I've been working on for a while, another one of my Samijey snippets. Hope you enjoy.

Warning: We're teetering the edge of 18+ territory (M) for a while, but nothing of the sort actually happens. The word "stop" is used and honored. Because consent is sexy. (Also a bit of angst.)

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When they finally made it to Sami’s hotel room, the Honorary Uce grabbed his waist and pulled him into a bruising kiss as soon as the door had fallen shut behind them. 

Stunned for a moment, he didn’t kiss back until Sami let out a frustrated grunt and put his hands into Jey’s hair, tugging at the strands, dragging him even closer, his mouth turning even more demanding. And okay if that’s how it was - if that’s how Sami wanted to play, Jey would give back as good as he got. 

His own hands wandered down to Sami’s ass, grabbing it roughly to hoist the man up, their arousals brushing together as Sami’s legs came around him, making both of them moan into each other’s mouths. 

With Sami’s weight completely relying on him, he stumbled for a moment, but thankfully caught himself quickly, before they could fall flat on their asses. 

He carefully carried his man across the room, never breaking their contact, their tongues and mouths and teeth still licking and biting and punishing each other mercilessly, and unceremoniously dropped them onto the bed, trying his best to not crush Sami when he landed on top of him. 

Sami’s legs quickly untangled from around him and their hands made quick work of each other’s clothing - shirts, pants, socks, boxers flying all over the place. He was pretty sure he heard one of his shoes knock over a lamp or a vase or something but it wasn’t like he cared - not with Sami all hot and bothered and angry and naked beneath him. 

Yes, Sami was undoubtedly still angry at him, he could feel it in every fiber of his body, every touch, every sharp nip of his teeth, every pull of his hand in Jey’s hair. 

He wasn’t opposed to the roughness of it, hell he welcomed it. It was what was familiar to him.

The anger, the aggression, the disappointment, the fighting. It was way less scary being like this than being vulnerable with each other. So he was almost ecstatic to be finally doing something he was actually familiar with and good at. 

Anger he could do. 

Aggression he could handle. 

Especially if he deserved it. 

And deserve it he did. 

When he ripped his mouth away to bite his way down Sami’s neck, the other man suddenly grew very still under him.

“Stop!” 

One word and Jey immediately drew back, moving off of Sami’s body and retreating all the way to the foot of the bed, until they were no longer touching. Putting distance between their undressed bodies. 

Sami was still where he left him, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to get his breathing under control. 

When he finally spoke he did so softly.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. Not like this.” 

He searched Jey’s eyes with his own and Jey saw the many conflicting emotions in them - lingering anger, love, care, annoyance, lust, compassion, frustration.

“Alright” he replied, staying rooted to his spot at the bottom of the bed, waiting for Sami’s next move. When nothing but silence followed, he decided to take over. 

“You wanna talk?” he inquired carefully. He didn’t wanna set Sami off in any way. 

He understood why the other man had stopped things before they could get too out of hand - he knew they would probably have ended up hurting each other in some way or shape or form, and he didn’t want that. Not with Sami. 

It was what he was used to, yes. But they were better than that. They were more than that. 

He never ever wanted to hurt Sami. Never again. He knew that was a promise that’d be impossible to keep, but he was glad that Sami put an end to things for now. 

“I’d rather not. I’m too angry with you right now. And I don’t wanna hurt you. And I’m not saying I don’t wanna talk at all. I just need some time to calm myself and collect my thoughts y’know? I don’t wanna say something I don’t mean.”

“Okay. But we’ll be fine?” Sami’s gaze softened at the vulnerability in his voice. 

“Of course Jey. We’ll be fine. I promise.” He reached out a hand and Jey immediately scooted closer to wrap his own around it, holding on tightly as relief flooded through him. 

“Alright. You want me to leave?” Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but if Sami needed space to himself, he’d respect that. 

“No. No. It’s- I want you here. Just…” 

“No talking for now?”

“Yes.” Sami breathed a sigh of relief.

“Aight, I can do that.” 

Jey let go of Sami’s hand and got up from the bed to collect their strewn clothes from the floor, placing Sami’s at the foot of the bed, before starting to put on his own boxers and joggers. He wanted to feel comfortable still, despite the tense situation between them, so he didn’t bother with the shirt. 

He retreated to the bathroom, mostly to give them both a breather, but also to throw some cold water in his face and cool down what little of his arousal was still left. 

When he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror he berated himself. 

Sami was so good and loved him so deeply and openly, and he just kept fucking things up time and time again. 

And all because he was scared. Scared of his own damn feelings. Scared to share the burden he felt was his to carry. Scared to stand up to his own damn family.

*****

No pressure tags (no idea who did it already and who didn't): @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict @jeyuwuso @harmshake @afterdarkprincess @crxssjae and anyone else who loves writing and wants to participate!

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[remxedmoon]

y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*

no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(

[flamebloom]

pretty patties yknow

[kayomin]

fanart of the fic Washed Up by @slicedmayonnaise

[moeblob]

I'm literally both at the exact same time and I don't know how I've survived this long.

[alluralater]

straddling her while she’s lying on the warm wood floor beneath me, my thighs on either side of her waist. tracing up the length of her arms and shoulders before allowing my hands to then meet in the hollow of her throat. her heart is beating quicker here. thumpthump thumpthump. wrapping the fingers of my right hand loosely around her neck and letting her squirm a little. you’re quite eager tonight, aren’t you? she doesn’t respond, instead crossing her arms just below her chest. that's perfectly fine. the flare in her cheeks is confirmation enough. leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the corner of her jaw. tapping her artery with my middle finger and taking in the slightest of scents from her messy hair. she smells like nature come to life. deeper inhale, this time much closer to her and i feel her body tensing. she's bracing for a bite. silly darling. i bring my lips toward her ear and teasingly click my front teeth, an innocuous little question falling from between thereafter. exactly what gets you wet, princess?

pulling slightly away, waiting for her to tell me. she's averting her gaze, lips pursed together. admittedly she looks far too cute like this. surely yes, the paragon of purity while i have my hand around her neck and her body trapped under me. no? mmm. okay. well, i wonder— bringing my thigh between her legs, firm pressure to her sex without movement, followed by a tighter grip around her throat. thumpthump thumpthump. bringing my lips close to hers without touching. i want her to writhe with need, embarrassment. unable to escape my inquiries. do you like this? shaking her head side to side, squeezing her eyes shut tight for several seconds. i can feel her swallowing under my palm, clenching her jaw. no? you don’t like being held this way underneath me? slower response, this time whispered. ...no. her small voice of uncertainty is pleasure to the senses. i cannot help the smile forming in the corners of my lips, nor can she help tightening her forearms in an attempt to keep my narrowing, suspicion-laden eyes at bay. she knows i'm watching her— closely. her breasts are pushed higher up now. it would be too easy too soon, to pull the top of her sweetheart-neckline dress down and roll her sensitive nipples in my fingers until she admits all of her disgusting wants. a challenge like this is better. sweeter to the ears as her taste is to the mouth. and speaking of.

okay, pretty. taking her bottom lip suddenly between my teeth and speaking around it. okay. quickening breath between. then, a tiny moan she didn’t mean to let me hear. warm and broken. sliding my tongue across her lower lip, one long sweeping motion as i curl my fluid muscle sideways and taste her. sucking it between my lips. letting go before she is ready. i'm licking my lips and smiling wider. her moan is blood in the water. shark-bait. delicious foreshadowing. there’s my sweetheart. at this tiny bit of praise she is rolling her hips up to my thigh now, searching for an ounce of reciprocation, friction. that didn’t take much, did it? no response, she's whining. pulling back and away from her desperate mouth, i'm displeased with her silence. bunny, i’m talking to you. whimper in her throat as she closes her eyes and rocks harder to my thigh. sigh.

removing my fingers from her throat and bringing a hand up to her cheek. you should be listening. slapping her. hard. her little gasp of surprise sends a delicious exhale working through my muscles. to feel her shock while i'm on top of her like this is much too thrilling. her eyes fly open and i am already caressing the blooming expanse of red hues on her soft skin. i hit her again. this time her crossed arms slacken and fall apart, gorgeous eyes rolling back. there's nothing to keep us separated now aside from her darling dress. i feel her fingers on my waist, nails digging into my skin. how precious. she's hard up for something to push this energy into. look at me, bunny. as if she had been lost somewhere, she's refocusing her gaze on me, blinking a few times. interlock your fingers and stretch your arms over your head. now. she's a good girl. she does exactly as she's told. very good. her breasts are pressed flush to mine. my thigh between her legs. i love this view. watching with diligent observation how her lips swell and become a deeper shade of red. her heartbeat is racing now. she's shifting back and forth a bit, shoulder blades digging into the floor in this position. arms outstretched and held together. holding hands all alone. i want to lick her. ducking my head low and nipping at the corner of her jaw as she groans aloud and grinds her pussy to my leg. tell me something worth hearing, princess. tell me what gets you wet. they are words spoken in low murmurs against her flesh.

she's breathing faster, halfway between a whine and a groan is when she decides. my lips are busy working away what area my fingers were covering earlier. soft soft soft. i like this. i like— she stutters when i take her skin between my teeth and bite down hard, kicking her legs at the endurance of pain. i don't release her neck, rocking my thigh into her to distract her from it. go on. her breasts push into mine with each harsh breath. —i like how it feels when you call me yours. i nearly laugh against her. of all the things my filthy darling would venture to say, it is this. she is still shy. much too sweet. for a moment, the smile on my face and warmth in my chest fills me with disgust, revulsion for my own swelling emotion. but then, with the scent of her filling my next breath, i do not mind nor care. softness with her is no faulting or failing matter. i leave her neck and prop myself up on my extended arms, forcing my thigh into her harder, feeling the fabric of her panties sliding more and more easily overtop her wet skin. you're such a romantic. she smiles and moans louder, spurred on by the unexpected praise. finally pulling completely away from her, i center myself quickly between her thighs, taking grip of her just below her knees and dragging her to me, spreading her legs over the tops of my parted thighs as i kneel on my calves. oh pet. some whispered plea from my lips that she shouldn't have heard. fuck she looks... beautiful. truly a wonder, my bunny. dress wrinkled and resting around the middle of her thighs. her arms still reaching toward horizontal heavens, chest rising and falling, breathlessly awaiting the next turn of events.

it is my hands, crawling up her thighs. pushing with them the hem of her dress. textured fabric over soft skin. high. higher. just over the swell of her hips, circling them with my thumbs, stretching my fingers around her. i ignore her drenched panties. in a small while i will be pulling them to the side but for now— god help me, what a vision she is —i need to take my time with her. i allow the grooves in the pads of my thumbprints to take in every tiny change in her skin. stretch marks. perfection. i think she sees what has become of me, utterly mesmerized. she bends one leg at the knee and nudges me with it. getting lost? i shake my head and my eyes flick up to hers, dimple next to my mouth going deep. mmm. more like savoring the view. that shuts her up. the delicately satisfied smile on her lips is fuel for fantasy itself. my hands continue. over the dipping inward curves of her waist, thumbs to her ribs. stopping just below her breasts. soft everywhere, my love. i think i am going to lose my mind if i do not pick up the pace. her dress cinches tight here. too tight for my fingers to easily slide underneath.

please. her voice is a bit restrained. desperate.

i smile fondly at her. she is impatient. lower lip held between her teeth, ragged breath caught there too. she closes her eyes, and upon reopening— there she is, finally. my darling bunny with all her disgusting wants. romantic heart. perfect balance of the two. pushed far enough with need that she will tell me exactly what she wants. i can see her heart pounding in the hollow of her throat. thumpthump thumpthump. one deep breath to collect herself and she is setting me with a look of such certain bloodlust. hissing her demand through gritted teeth.

fucking rip it off.

[jellydragons]

tetra is having a Day

[peceraynadamas]

Back to it.

I originally sat down to draw oc stuff and play with grainy brushes but the brainrot got me and I drew the girls instead. And then I drew Rosie and Odette because.. yeah. They are on my mind so often they might as well pay rent.

But at the very least I did get to doodle Cove being cute and terrible as ever. Evil fictional women who feel no remorse my beloved <3

[mossymandibles]

Blacked out and finally made a short comic scene of Kraw and Sylvaine’s first ‘meeting’.

After Kraw escapes the Black Loch, he unwittingly ends up in Sylvaine’s care for quite some time. He’s in a sort of fugue state at first, unable to speak and behaving completely feral. After destroying some property upon his entry, he finally drags himself into the nearest dark corner to die. Before doing so, he is found by Ari and Sylvaine, who is determined to nurse him back to health by her own means. It seemed impossible to her that he was even still alive in the first place and she was instantly intrigued by his arrival.

I’d say this is about 15 or so years before he finds Gen and everything.

[kathairoette]

Spirit, Duelist, and King.

[spheciform]

Sad she only got one album out before everything went to shit, but what's a girl to do?

This is a fake album cover for my dnd character, Helvia, and her fake band THREAT DISPLAY!!! Context for this piece and Helvia as a whole under the cut because once I start I can't stop talking about her <3

SO the campaign hasn't started yet, but Helvia is my character for a science fiction campaign. She's robot!!! Well I guess that's obvious now. BUT the basic gist: Helvia was manufactured as an industry-controlled and maintained electronic "punk" singer. When the project ended up making no money, everything related to it (including her), was abandoned. Three years later, she wakes up out of stasis with no clue what happened, an insane debt, and a failing memory. You will look at her !! Her full name is Helvia Cardinalis. This is just a genus of mantis it doesn't have any special meaning I just like bugs <3

-she has generated "background" memories of an entire life, but there's no telling which of those are real. I don't actually know which of them are real. My dm does!!! We'll be finding out together!!

-sometimes she uh. Doesn't know basic information. Whenever something she should reasonably know gets brought up I get to roll a flat d20 to do a "memory check", the checks getting harder the older the memory is. When she fails, she gets to lie or change the topic etc because she would rather DIE than admit anything is wrong with her.

-the album cover is kind of an intentionally really poor introduction of her character. She's more silly than anything? The entire project was meticulously micromanaged by the company that made her. The "novelty" and aesthetic of having a construct as their lead took forefront in its advertisement. There were two other members of THREAT DISPLAY!!! But she has no memory of them because they were considered comparatively SO unimportant to advertising and to her that they have gone... forgotten.

-Helvia herself is. A real character alright!!! Based entirely in what a corporation thinks a "cool alternative girl" is, she's impulsive, selfish, and just. So fucking stupid. She's firmly a "might makes right" type of person who was designed to appear counterculture but still ultimately serve and be fine with the status quo as long as it benefits her. She's going to do anything that grants her immediate satisfaction, and is obsessed with maintaining her image as "cool and above it all", even as her body is actively breaking down. She easily falls for flattery.

Notes about the piece: yeah I downloaded and used splatoon fonts for the nonsense text. I think I typed gay sex like twice I'll be real none of it translates to relevant information. I think there's something in there about how I hope it came across as an adequate parody of machine girl album covers (my main inspiration). The composition of the piece itself is meant to feel kind of skeevy and exploitative because well. It is!! It's drawing the fine line between 'wow this is so cool and counterculture of us wow!!!' and fetishistic? Etc etc missing the chestpiece as an analog for putting a woman topless on the cover. There's actually a separate sketch I did as a canonical "mock up" for the design that originally included the other members, treating them like props because they're so unimportant, before they were scrapped from the final design because they were That Unimportant.

Notes on Helvia's design: I pulled from a few sources for this!! Notably I looked at so many pictures of that band Tramp Stamps. Remember Tramp Stamps? I don't. They're like the direct analog I think to her. I also pulled from vocaloid designs!! Impractical, cool, kind of "anime" feel. This comes across most in her hair I think which is just so beautifully impractical. The yellow gloves are so stupid important to me actually they're kind of ugly but it's the only way her name ended up being important: helvia cardinalis (mantis) is Bright Yellow and raises its 'arms' in its threat display, which I wanted to pull from for potential posing of her!! So. Bright stupid yellow gloves <3 they're an easy way to tell her character apart too & mean I don't have to worry about drawing all the nonsense on her arms. The translucent skirt also comes from the mantis, sort of pulled from its wings!! Original concepts for her included synthetic skin rotting away but her design was already more complicated than I normally go for and we ultimately ended up realizing her being openly and visibly a construct was important for her image in her music career so it worked out well! She is at least missing an eyeball :] doesn't affect vision since the mechanics are still in place but I guess she just gets that fun sans glow socket <3 her outfit is meant to look simultaneously cool, vaguely expensive, but also super super cheap?? Overall I'm happy with the fact that she looks both cool and really stupidly impractical in that classic 2000s deviantart oc way <3 it's important to me! Ultimately:

[the-first-spinjitzu-master]

It’s the first time I’ve used watercolor in years!! I thought I’d practice on my favorite character of all time <3

[fuwapower-prettycure]

Happy Holidays from the FuwaPow Team!

wishing you all a happy new year and a wonderful 2024. I’m so thankful for the fanseries community, and can’t wait to make a lot more memories with y’all :)

[maybe-arts]

creatures unknown to science

[sylvrndoodles]

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