#oc – Clarity of Intent

[pmpwbrrs]

GGGGHJGHJGHFFFKKL Dust of Erased Limits and Clarity of Intent are hangign out

song - happy idiots by Gidropony

oc doodles under cut while we're at it

i need to kill them

okay fuck those guys its Mother and babys time

yaaaay !!!

#rain world #rain world oc #rw oc #oc #pmpwbrrs #i should have been wacky with iterator designs earlier #its soooo funnn #oc – Dust of Erased Limits #oc – Clarity of Intent #oc – Forbearance of Reciprocity #oc – Proud Indifference #oc – the Mother #oc – kiddos #holy shit it's almost all of them

[scorpiussage]

The Director’s Cut (Neil Lewis/Fem!OC)

Pairing: Neil Lewis/Fem!OC 

Summary: Neil tries his hand at filming with some unintended results. 

Warnings: Smut - Unintentional Sex Tape 

Neil has been wanting to do this for a long time now— make his own noir short film. He’s splurged on an old film camera and made you visit various antique stores for months until you put together proper 1940s outfits for the two of you. 

And to be clear, you’re really only going along with this because you love your boyfriend, not because you have any interest in the art of noir films nor acting. But Neil gave you that hurt puppy look and you couldn’t say no. So now here you are, dressed to the nines as the mysterious dame to Neil’s detective. 

Every shot is carefully placed by Neil before he runs to his spot. (While you were helpless to Neil’s sad face, Johnathan and Lucien were not.) The two of you have been at this for hours and all that was left to film was the big climax where the two characters would declare their love for each other and passionately kiss. 

“Okay, baby, really give the kiss your all,” Neil instructs from behind the camera he’s adjusting, zooming in so that the two of you would be the center of the frame. Setting the camera to record, he races to to his place in front of you. 

His character, gruff and stern, says his lines before wrapping you up in his arms and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. Whatever you’re supposed to do next completely leaves your mind as you lose yourself in the passionate make out. Neil has never kissed you like this before, like you’re the air he needs to breathe. 

It’s the kind of kiss that immediately makes you weak in the knees, leaving you no choice but to throw your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. And it seems that Neil is not immune to this moment because he doesn’t pull away when he’s supposed to, instead burying one hand into your artfully styled curls and the other slipping down your body to grasp your ass firmly. 

The two of you lose yourselves completely in the moment, forgetting all about your characters and the still rolling camera. 

Breaking away to breathe, Neil’s lips travel across your jaw to your neck, licking and sucking with single minded focus, seemingly intent to mark you as his. 

“Fuck, Neil,” you gasp, your hands scrambling to push his blazer off. And it shows how lost the two of you are in each other that he doesn’t try to correct you to use his character’s name. 

Shucking his jacket off, he reaches under you and hoists you up, letting you wrap your legs around his trim waist while he backs the two of you onto the love seat nearby. The next kiss you share is a filthy one, full of tongue and bites that smears your lipstick everywhere. His fingers slip up your stocking covered legs, hooking into the straps of the garter belt you’re wearing. 

That’s when you regain enough clarity to remember the still filming camera. 

Trying to push Neil back, you squeak, “Wait! The camera!” 

He pulls away from the hickey he was giving your throat to look back at the camera. That’s when a rather naughty grin stretches across his face. 

“Fuck, good idea,” he gets up off of you and dashes to grab the camera off the tripod, slipping his hand into the strap and making his way back to the love seat with you still splayed out on it. 

You quickly close your legs and start trying to shove your skirt back into place. 

“No, no, no, baby, c’mon,” he cajoles, the camera still focused squarely on you, “Let’s keep going.” 

You’re certain your face is unattractively red as you stutter, “But what if—I can’t—“ 

Neil gives you gentle little shushes, his face finally peaking out from behind the camera to look at you directly, “It’ll be okay. No one will see this but you and me.” 

Biting your lip you contemplate your options. On the one hand, the fear that someone will see this is quite high, but on the other, the thought of getting fucked by Neil on camera is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard of. 

Coming to a decision, you give your boyfriend a timid nod and try to relax. His grin is victorious and lecherous as he returns to operating the camera. 

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” he tells you, one hand leaving the camera to squeeze his tenting cock in his pants. 

Scooting forward, you reach out to undo his pants, gasping when his cock springs out red and hard as you’ve ever seen it. You pump the length a few times, memorized by the glistening head and the bead of precum spilling out of it. 

“Suck me, baby, please?” He begs, the camera focused squarely on you and the cock at your eye level. 

Deciding to fully commit to what the two of you are doing, you lean forward and lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, moaning at his salty taste. His hips jut forward, encouraging you to take him into your mouth and you do with relish. You love sucking Neil’s cock and the way he becomes a begging, stuttering mess every time you do it. 

He throws his head back as you suck him down, his moans loud and his words filthy, “Fuck, that’s it. I love your mouth, god, you feel so good!” 

Emboldened by his response, you begin sucking him with enthusiasm, taking him as far down as you can and swirling your tongue over the slit. His one free hand gathers your hair up, gripping it firmly and guiding you up and down him with increasing force. 

Pulling off of him with a pop, you lick your lips and say, “Use me.” 

You barely get your mouth open in time for him to start fucking your mouth in earnest, his grip on your hair just shy of hurting and his litany of praises soaking your pussy. You don’t look away from the camera once, keeping your eyes firmly on that shiny lens. 

You’re alerted to Neil’s impending orgasm by his stuttering hips and the way he pushes you to take him all the way to the root, making you bury your nose in the trimmed hair at the base. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He chants, shoving himself down your throat and cumming loudly and wantonly. 

He pulls you off of him just as you’re about to run out of air, your face a mess of cum and spit as you pant. 

“Take off your clothes,” Neil tells you, sitting down onto the loveseat next to you. 

You stand up on shaky legs, trying to regain your wits about you as you begin unbuttoning your dress. The camera captures it all as you peel the fabric from your body and let it drop to pool around your feet leaving you in the vintage lingerie set. 

Neil doesn’t stop his monologue of praise at all, telling you how sexy and beautiful you are as you shed each piece of clothing until you’re entirely bare before him. His cock is already hard again and he’s lazily fisting himself while he films you. 

He motions for you to get onto the couch, directing you to lie back. 

He’s apparently taking an artistic approach because he slowly traces your form with the camera, the fingers of his free hand running over your body reverently. 

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he whispers, leaning away from the camera to leave gentle, biting kisses along your stomach. 

You spread your legs to accommodate him, revealing your most intimate self to the camera when he sits up fully and looks down at you. 

“I need you, Neil,” you whine, your hands cupping your breasts in what you hope is a seductive manner, your fingers pinching the buds of your nipples. You needn’t say more than that apparently, because he’s quick to line his cock up with your sopping entrance, the head of it teasing your opening by pushing in slightly and pulling back out. 

“Gonna give you what you need, baby,” he promises before pushing into you fully, your cunt sucking him in to your tight heat. 

You throw your head back and arch your back in pleasure, that feeling of finally being full, of finally having that spot deep inside of you rubbed electrifying from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. 

The camera is fully focused on you, on your bouncing tits, on his cock pushing in and out of you, on your gasping mouth. 

This video is going to be Neil’s holy grail. He’s going to watch this video till the end of time— till the tape fucking gives out. 

His free hand snakes down to start rubbing furiously at your clit, matching the brutal rhythm he’s fucking you with. You moan and spread your legs wider, pulling your knees up to your chest and nodding frantically. The new position lets him sink even deeper into you, his balls hitting your ass. 

“‘Let me cum in you, please, fuck,” Neil begs you, his hand holding the camera getting shaky as he begins to peak. You’re close too, that building pressure low in your belly beginning to become too much. 

“Please, Neil, I’m so close!” You try pushing up into his hand that’s still rubbing you, that’s dragging you to the edge. 

You cum just a moment before he does, your cries echoing around the room and the camera clattering to the ground as Neil drops it and braces himself over you. 

You stare at each other for a long time, your foreheads touching. 

“I love you,” he tells you not unlike how his character declared earlier but this time real. 

“I love you too.” 

#taking a break from my vacation to give y'all this 😘💖 #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis/reader #neil lewis x oc #neil lewis/oc #watching the detectives #cillian murphy #watching the detectives fic #neil lewis fic

[mono-moonchilds]

LOVE ME │JJK

⤑ series: smutty song series (smutty little scenarios based around smutty songs)

⤑ pairing: idol!jungkook x femblack!reader

⤑ genre: smut!!

⤑ rating: explicit (18+)

⤑ word count: 1.7K

⤑ summary: Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don’t. Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon. She said, “I never wanna make you mad I just wanna make you proud.” I said, “Baby just make me cum, Then don’t make a sound.”

⤑ warnings: mean!junkook, shy/innocent!y/n, OC kinda dumb highkey lowkey, riding, creampie, jungkook is manipulative, player!jk, overstimulation, post nut clarity, producerdaugther!y/n

⤑ Song:  Love Me ft. Drake, Future

⤑ A/N: I feel like every time I write jk on the blog he is an asshole lmao. IDK why I just love writing asshole/mean jk, it's actually a problem. hope you guys enjoy it! and that it matches the song well enough. i was writing one thing and then it turned into something else. oh well  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm not gonna think too much about it just glad to be back writing on this account

“Don’t even think about it.”

Was the first thing Namjoon said to Jungkook as they walked out of the room. He didn’t ask what he thought about the opportunity, didn’t even ask if he was excited. With a serious glare, he just turned to him and lowly told him, making sure to repeat it a second time just for good measure.

“Don’t think about what?” Jungkook questioned playing dumb. He knew precisely what Namjoon meant. Jungkook had known what the older was gonna say to him from the moment you’d introduced yourself.

“I’m Y/n,” You spoke softly, your hand stuck out for each of them to shake. You kept your head down, fidgeting nervously with your jacket. 

“This is my daughter.” 

From the way the man smiled brightly as he looked over at you it didn’t take much for anyone to come to the conclusion you were the man's pride and joy. From the expensive things you wore to the pricey handbag clutched tightly in your hand it was quite obvious you were a daddy’s girl. You kept close to your father's side, barely even sparing a glance up and when you did, you were quick to put your eyes back to the floor. 

You were shy. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile to himself. 

Cute. 

“Jungkook,” Namjoon groaned. “This is a big deal. He’s a big deal. He came all the way from America just to help us with producing this next album. Don’t fuck this up because you can’t keep your dick in your pants. No amount of sorry’s will fix it this time if you do.”

“I’m joking. The girl’s off limits. I promise.” 

And Jungkook had intended to keep that promise. He really did. He didn’t want to piss off Namjoon or potentially ruin an opportunity for the rest of his bandmates but saying no was always a task that was much easier said than done. 

You always looked so lonely, preferring to keep to yourself and stay by your father's side. You never really spoke unless spoken to. Jungkook could count on one hand the number of times he actually heard you talk. After a while, his perverted interest in you died down and a more innocent one came to play. It was obvious you needed a friend and Jungkook was going to be that for you. 

A friend. Was what Jungkook told himself and at the time he had truly meant it. When he first started asking you to hang out with him it was with the purest of intentions. Hell, he rarely would even hit on you when the two of you went places. Of course, he didn’t never hit on you because he was still him but it wasn’t with the goal of fucking you it was just because Jungkook was a flirt and couldn’t help it. 

So how the two of you ended up like this was beyond him. 

Him seated on his sofa while you sat on his lap working his cock with everything you had in you. Your neon pink nails dug into his skin as soft whimpers left your plump lips. 

“Suh-so…so big.” You deliriously whispered. With his head leaned back against the couch Jungkook watched you with low eyes, a smirk resting on his lips. You were so pathetic it was cute. Your body shaking like a leaf as you grinded down on his cock. At this point, he’d lost count of how many times you’d come, and by the way your eyes went crossed every few seconds he was sure you had too.

 “No..no,” You shook your head pushing his hand away. “I got it.”

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Jungkook encouraged not missing the lazy smile that spread across your face. “Lift up your shirt for me,” Jungkook ordered. “Play with your tits.” 

Following his directions, you did as you were told squeezing and rolling each of the brown pebbles between your fingers. “Fuck…” Jungkook panted softly. 

“Mmm…am I-am I…doing good right Kookie?” You questioned softly. Jungkook nodded his head rolling his hips up into yours pushing his cock deeper into your wet cunt. 

“Please don’t ever be mad at me again.” You whimpered. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you looked at him with those big glossed-over eyes. “Don’t ever want to make you mad. Just want to make you happy. Be your guh-good girl.”

Your voice hitched at the last word, thighs shaking, as another orgasm ripped through your body. Your body fell forward convulsing against his chest, a loud moan falling from your lips. The way you looked was pornographic. Skirt bunched up against your hips with the signature dark eyeliner you always had on smudged down your face. 

“Just want to make you happy.” You repeated with a cry. “Want you to be proud.”

“Shush, shush.” Jungkook hushed. “Make me come. You don’t want to be selfish do you?” 

You shook your head. “Shit…” You swore beginning to move your hips again. “So much.”

“That’s right. You're doing good.” Jungkook encouraged. You shook your head again, another loud whine falling from your mouth. 

“Can’t…too much.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes in fake annoyance. He could take over any moment easily flip you over and fuck you into the couch for as long as he wanted but he didn’t want that and that wasn’t what you’d promised. 

“Jungkook please,” You begged, following him around his apartment like a lost puppy. “It’s been two weeks. I said I was sorry. Stop being mad at me.”

In all honesty, Jungkook had no reason to be mad and he knew that. The two of you were just friends and he’d never really shown any interest in being anything more than that. Of course, he did but he was trying to follow the rules. The stupid rules that Namjoon had put in place that apparently only applied to him. 

“It’s just…Taehyung? You want to be with him.” Taehyung was just as bad as him. He fucked anything with a pretty face.

“No-I just…” You shrugged. “He’s been nice to me and we’ve been talking.”

“He’s been nice to you?” Jungkook repeated in disbelief. “Are you fucking stupid Y/n? He’s nice to you so send him your nudes? The whole company has been nothing but nice to you does that mean you’re going to fuck them too? Wish I would’ve known how much of a slut you were.” 

That last part was too much and as soon as he said it Jungkook regretted the words coming out of his mouth. He expected you to go off on him and finally react properly in the way you should have all along. But instead, your head just dropped in shame. 

“Shit Y/n…I’m sorry. I should’ve never-”

“I’ll make it up to you.” You cut him off. 

“How?”

“I’ll show you how good I am. I can show you that I won’t ever do it again.”

“Okay…” Jungkook’s voice trailed off. “But how?”

“Whatever you want. Just want you to forgive me Kookie.”

It was sick how quickly the idea popped up in his head. A sly smile filled his features as his eyes looked your figure up and down. 

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you too. I’m the one who started making sure you had someone to hang out with but Taehyung is the only one who gets rewarded?” 

For once the light bulb clicked in your head almost immediately. Your face grew flustered as you fidgeted around nervously. He almost expected you to say no but then your hands went up to your shirt slowly beginning to pop open the buttons. Within seconds your lacy white bra was on display.

“Didn’t think you liked me that way.” You said a shy smile filling your face.

 Despite being the one who initiated everything Jungkook couldn’t even make the first move. Too much in shock that it was actually happening he just stood there. He could hear Namjoon’s voice telling him not to do it but once your body was pushed up against his he quickly ignored it.

“I want to make it up to you. I want to be good for you.” Jungkook mocked you with a whiney voice. “You can’t even do that right.” 

“No, I’m sorry.” You apologized. “I can do it I promise.” 

With newfound energy, you slammed your hips down onto his cock. Your tiny pussy clenched tightly around his cock as you worked yourself through the overstimulation. Jungkook didn’t think you could get any louder, but you did, loudly moaning and repeating how sorry you were begging him to forgive you and promising that you wouldn’t talk to Taehyung again.

“I’m yours only yours.” You cried out. 

“Shit..shit.” Jungkook groaned. At your words, he could feel the tightness in his balls swelling up. “Say it again.” He demanded. 

“I’m yours Jungkook. I’m always going to be yours.” 

With that Jungkook came with a loud moan. This time it's his body that's shaking as the pleasure wracks through his bones as his brain goes black. By the time he comes too your body is laying slack against the couch. His lower stomach was soaked wet, something he would’ve just attributed to sweat until he saw an equally as big wet spot on the front bottom of your pleated skirt. 

“Shit,” Jungkook swore to himself. He hated that he missed that. 

A smile filled your tired face as you looked at him. Jungkook knows he should’ve felt the exact opposite as he looked at you right now but he couldn’t help the feeling of regret that began to settle deeply into his chest. Whenever you looked at him your eyes were always full of stars. Usually, it made him feel good, made him feel like he was important, but this time it only reminded him of what Namjoon had told him not to do. 

If it was any other girl Jungkook wouldn’t have cared. He got what he wanted and that was all that mattered.  But this was you and your dad was your dad. 

Clueless you reached over grabbing his hand and pressing your lips to his knuckles. “Think I love you.” You giggle tiredly.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungguk #jungkook smut #bts x poc #bts x black reader #bts fan fiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook x black reader #btshoneyhive

[atinylittlepain]

Your Creed, My Quest - Chapter 1

Din Djarin x jedi!reader/jedi!oc

series masterlist

Traveling the galaxy being chased by bounty hunters is starting to wear her patience. Will they be able to put an end to the hunt for the kid? Or will her newfound powers unfurl greater destruction?

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst, eventual smut

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She’s getting tired of bounty hunters. It seems like it will never end, this relentless stream of people seeking the child, all carrying one of those damn tracking beacons. It would be foolish to travel to her master now, with mercenaries constantly hot on their trail, so they’ve been switchbacking through the outer reaches of the galaxy, dealing with danger as it arises. While she and Din have no problem dispatching these hunters, it’s getting more and more difficult for her to resist the whispers of power, to resist using the Force in this newfound and reckless way. 

It was one of the last things her master advised her on. A Jedi must not get attached to anyone or anything, lest their emotions muddle the clarity of their relationship to the Force, the only relationship they are allowed to maintain. Emotion breeds disorder when it is not restrained, but she is struggling to do just that whenever the child or Din are in danger. It’s like a live wire of electricity running through her, jolting her into action before she can even think, the energy in her body amalgamating with the sole intention to protect those who had been mere strangers not too many moons ago.

She knows that she is making herself a target, such concentrated Force is easily tracked, and in turn is putting her companions in greater danger. This is perhaps the only thing giving her some restraint in her powers, but she has still slipped up many times, Din always seeming to watch in quiet shock when she does lose control.

Something has changed in her, something unsettling itself, and during their long jaunts through hyperspace, her mind swims in worry, eyes darting between Din’s sleeping figure in the pilot’s seat and the child dozing in the bassinet. 

It’s during such a moment that she’s startled out of her thoughts by an incoming comms message, Din shuffling awake to the sound just as the holovid begins.The last person she wanted to see on the comm was Greef Karga, but even she has to admit that his proposition is intriguing, to return to Nevarro and put an end to all the bounty hunters seeking out the child. By the way Din tilts his helmet to look at her, it’s clear that he feels the same, already charting a course back to Nevarro on his nav system.

She knows this won’t be easy. Whoever the client is who so desperately wants the child, she knows he is part of what remains of the imperial forces, and that if she reveals her powers in Nevarro, she will become just as big of a target as the child is.

“You should get some rest. We’ll be in Nevarro before long.” Din has twisted in his seat to look at her, snapping her out of her swimming head. She clears her throat, nodding as she stands and shuffles over to the child’s bassinet to take him with her for a nap, but Din interrupts her movements.

“You can leave him with me. I’ll watch him. It’s hard to sleep when he’s crawling all over you.” That makes her smile as she turns from the bassinet back to Din. It was nearly impossible to sleep for long with the child in her bunk, constantly being woken up by searching hands and fussy coos.

“Um, alright. Thank you– I’ll just sleep for a little while. You should get some rest too.” He nods at her words, and she goes to exit the cockpit, but he clears his throat and stops her in her tracks.

“Are you– feeling ok?” Her heart seizes at that. 

They had a tough run-in the day before, and she had killed another man. It had scared her, and she thinks it had scared Din too, how she had willed the man’s body into a rockface, slamming him into it so hard that his neck snapped on impact. He had Din on the ground, his boot pressing into his neck and a blaster aimed right at him, and that whisper had moved her to a violence she had never known. She had crumpled down to her knees immediately after, shaking all over in shock, but also something else, something righteous. It terrified her, and she didn’t speak the rest of the day, only sending a comms link to her master late in the night, begging for guidance.

“I’m fine. Just tired. But ready to put a stop to these bounty hunters.” She tries to sound convincing, squaring up her shoulders as best she can, and Din seems to accept her answer, nodding before turning back around in his seat.

In her bunk, her sleep is light and fitful. She dreams only of the dead.

…

“Hey. I just told you to stop that. You need to stay put.” The kid stills in his movements, Din having caught him about to hop out of his bassinet, again. He had nearly made it all the way to the ladder down to the hull, twice, and Din had picked him up both times and tucked him back in his spot in the cockpit, telling him firmly that they needed to let her rest, alone. 

The truth is, he’s worried about her, a feeling Din is not used to having about other people. There are newly dark circles under her eyes, and she seems constantly distracted, until they’re in combat, and then she finds some new way to shock him every time with her power.

Din didn’t think that he could really like people. Sure, he could tolerate folks long enough to get a job done, and he could respect others for their skill or position. But this is different. He’s grown to enjoy her company in the cockpit, her presence puts him at ease, even if they are both sparse talkers. And watching her take care of the kid sets a feeling off in his chest that he has trouble even defining. He likes her, and he’s worried about her, and he knows this will probably be a huge mistake.

The kid tilts his head at him, letting out a high-pitched “eh?” Din sighs.

“You really like her, don’t you, kid?” The child blows a raspberry at that, slumping back in his bassinet with a huff. 

“She’ll be up soon. Can you wait here with me until then?” It becomes clear that the kid cannot wait when, a few minutes later, Din’s attention is jerked around by the sound of a muffled thud, followed by the kid’s light whimpers that threaten to turn into full blown cries. He’s quick to pick up the child where he had tipped right out of his bassinet, shushing him as he’s already walking over to the ladder down to the hold. At least she got some rest alone.

As he reaches the bottom rung of the ladder, he stops, his ears pricking at the sound of another voice, one that isn’t hers. The hatch to her bunk is cracked just slightly, and he can see the glow of a holovid from the opening.

“It is natural for you to make these mistakes. You are young, and still a student. But you must not let mistakes bloom into darkness. These feelings will come, but you must not get attached to them, or violence is sure to follow.”

“I understand, master Tano. But it is unlike anything I have experienced before. It doesn’t feel like darkness exactly, but it still scares me.”

“It never feels like darkness at first. Trust me, this is a slippery path you find yourself on. Take care of the child, of course. You may even protect your new companion. But do so from a pure intention of duty, not from the tangled web of affection.”

“Yes, master Tano, I will not fail you. May the Force be with you.” “And with you, my student.” With the soft click of the transmission ending, Din rushes back up the ladder, the child making questioning grunts still held in his arms. His mind is a haze as he gets back into the cockpit, ignoring the child’s indignant whines as he tucks him back into the bassinet. She had been talking with her master, and it didn’t sound good to him. 

A few words stand out to him, the way they both talked about a darkness, was that what he was seeing happening to her? Was it like a kind of illness for Jedis? But then his mind darts to their discussion of feelings, and the affection her master referenced. Affection for the kid? For him? She’s a tough one to read, as quiet and reserved as he is, but could she be feeling the same thing that he is? And why would that be so bad? Is there some rule against Jedis liking people? 

He has to shake his head to clear these troubling questions away. He should never have listened to her conversation in the first place, and shame creeps hot up his neck that he did. He doesn’t have much time to roll all this over in his mind before she’s rejoining them in the cockpit, immediately moving over to the bassinet where the kid is doing little hops at the sight of her. She scoops him up in one arm before sitting down in the co-pilot’s seat.

“Did he give you any trouble?” He swears the kid cocks a wispy eyebrow at him before he answers her question.

“No, not at all. He slept almost the whole time.” 

“Patu.” She breathes out a laugh at the kid’s babbling. Din didn’t know a baby could be such a smartass.

“Well, I can take care of things up here now if you wanna go get some rest too.” He glances again at the kid, who’s looking all too smug as he nuzzles his tiny cheek into her arm. He nods, checking the nav system one more time before standing from the pilot’s seat to head down to the hull.

“Din?” He stops in the doorway. He’s still not used to it, hearing his name in her voice.

“Thank you. For, uh, babysitting.” He huffs out a small laugh at that.

“It was no trouble. Come get me if any problems arise, alright?” There’s a ghost of a smile on her lips as she nods. 

When he lays down in his bunk, he dreams only of that smile.

…

She doesn’t like the way the ugnaught looks at her, like he knows what she is without her having to give anything away. She supposes that he would be able to tell, given that he served under the imperial order during the time of the Great Jedi Purge. She holds no animosity toward him, knowing that he was enslaved, another pawn in that insidious game. But she still doesn’t like the clear recognition she sees beneath his bushy brows as they cross the barren plains of Nevarro, being led by Greef and two of his lackeys.

The night before had been restless, reptavians wreaking havoc on their encampment in the blank darkness. It had caused her physical pain, restraining herself from giving in to the whisper to use her power, uselessly shooting her blaster into the air like the rest of them. It almost felt like a sick joke when, immediately after, the child exposed his own abilities in healing a gash across Greef’s arm. She had felt Din’s attention on her the whole time, but she didn’t dare acknowledge it for fear of what her face might give away.

Now, in the bleak light of day, she feels dizzy with the power she refuses to tap into, her lack of sleep certainly not helping anything as she shuffles limply toward the town, toward the client, and toward an end to the constant danger the child has been in.

As they reach a crested hill and see the town before them, the plan is laid for she and Greef to present Din to the client as a captured bounty, before taking care of what Greef has assured them will only be a few guards. Kuiil is already bounding back to the Crest with the child as they survey the town.

She can’t believe that she didn’t catch it. Foresight had never been her strong suit, but she was usually able to anticipate next moves, so when Greef’s two grunts turn on them, she’s lucky that Greef has a change of heart and guns them down before they can shoot while she stands there, slack-jawed and shocked at her own unresponsiveness. She can feel Din’s focus on her again, but she keeps her eyes on his wrists as she cuffs him, willing herself to pull the loose threads inside her back together.

“You ok?” It’s a crackly whisper coming through the voice modulator of his helmet. The cuffs click into place with a hiss, and her nostrils flare as she tries to calm herself, Din’s concerned question doing nothing to help. She huffs, finally looking at him and nodding tightly.

“I’m fine. Ready to get this done.”

As they move through the city, it’s clear to her that Greef had been undershooting his estimate of “just a few guards” by a considerable amount. The streets are teeming with troopers and it’s doing nothing to help the crackling she was already feeling under her skin.

It shocks her, to see the man, the client, in his full imperial regalia, emblems of an order that all but destroyed her kind. The whisper gets louder as they enter the tavern, a fierce flame crawling up her spine. 

“I have not seen you before, girl. From where do you come?” She struggles to find an answer to the old man’s question, but Greef is quick to save her.

“She’s one of the best hunters around. I had her on an assignment on Tattoine for quite some time. She has only just returned to this neck of the galaxy. And lucky for us, seeing as she managed to finally bag this one.” Greef motions to Din who is sitting next to him in the booth, his cuffed hands in his lap. Luckily, his words draw the client’s attention away from her and onto her so-called “bounty.” 

“Yes. Lucky for us indeed. But what a shame things must go this way. Mandalorians are such a noble race, but I fear it has been their downfall.” To anyone else, it would appear that Din doesn’t react at all to the man’s words, but from where she’s standing next to the booth, she can see the way his gloved fingers flex. 

The man finally shifts his attention to the closed pram hovering alongside her, the pram that she knows is empty. But before he can examine it, one of the troopers comes to let him know there is a call for him. As he moves over to the bar to take the message, Din slips his wrists out of the cuffs, Greef handing him his blaster. Her own gun sits in the holster belted around her tac pants. She hopes it will not come to this, but, for the first time in a while, she has brought out her sabers, tucking them inside her vest to keep them hidden. It is a comfort to her to have them with her, but she knows that wielding them must only be her last resort.

“We have the baby. It is sleeping.” 

“Are you certain? I would, perhaps, check again.” Her blood runs cold at the man’s words coming through over the holovid, but there’s little time to think on it before blaster fire is bombarding the tavern, bursting the windows and killing the man and several of the troopers as they all scatter for cover.

It’s over as soon as it begins, silence descending on the bodies strewn over the tavern floor. She and Din press up against the wall along the now blasted-through windows, Greef sidled up across from them. She glances out, seeing a blurred array of stormtroopers in the town square.

“You have something that I want.” Her eyes dart to Din. It’s the same voice from the holovid.

The man continues speaking, of the child’s power, of how they cannot fathom what that power means to him, of how he knows who they are, first identifying Greef, and then Din. She’s surprised that the man knows his name, and from the looks of it, so is Din.

“Yes, Din Djarin, I am quite familiar with you. And your unique distaste for droids. Though it’s my understanding your parents weren’t fond of them either.” She turns back to Din, who has gone completely still at the man’s words.

“But there is one more among you, is there not? It embarrasses me to admit, I do not know who this one is. But certainly, she must be a formidable woman to have garnered the affection of a Mandalorian hunter. I’d rather not have to kill such an intriguing individual without first making her acquaintance.” Her stomach twists at his echoing words, heat rising to her face at his insinuation. She can’t look at Din, not now, or she really will unravel.

“The reason you are all still alive is simple. I still require you to give me what I want. If you come out and comply, you will be spared. If you do not, you will leave me no choice but to bring your lives to an insignificant end. I will give you till nightfall to decide.” Her mind races as she looks to Greef, and then to Din.

“Is the child safe?” Din sighs.

“I wasn’t able to patch over to Kuiil. But we’d be dead by now if he had already taken the kid.” Greef huffs.

“Who is he? And where did he get all this firepower?” She presses her lips into a thin line, having no answer to his question.

“It’s Moff Gideon.” The name means nothing to her, but Greef scoffs at Din’s words.

“Moff Gideon was executed as a war criminal.” 

“No, he wasn’t. It has to be him. He knows my name. The only record of that name was in the records of Mandalore when I was pledged to the Creed as a foundling. Gideon was a soldier during the Great Purge, when the temple of Mandalore was seized, and all the records with it. That’s how he knows my name. It has to be him.” It’s a great deal of information coming at her all at once. She had assumed Din was born a Mandalorian, he certainly adhered to the tenets strictly enough. It shocks her to find out that he was a foundling, much like she was. 

She takes a deep breath, breaking out of her swirling thoughts to come back to their dire situation.

“Are we sure the kid is safe? Try to hail Kuiil again.” 

“Come in, Kuiil. Kuiil, do you copy?” Din looks to her as silence falls over the comms link, both of them jumping when a crackly, high-pitched gurgle patches through.

“Kuiil has been terminated.” Her heart sinks. It’s the voice of that damn, refurbished droid. Din visibly tenses as he holds his comms link closer to his helmet.

“What did you do, droid?” More crackling, and then that tinny voice.

“I did what I am programmed to do. Nurse and protect.” The comm clicks, leaving them in silence, but not for long, as her ears prick to a faint whirring sound that seems to be getting louder and closer.

The explosion sends all of them staggering on their feet. She cocks her blaster, peering out the window, and her heart clenches at the sight. IG-11 is laying down troopers hard, with the child strapped to its metal chest. The whispers she had been tamping down are rolling over her, every fiber of her being lit up. Her head whips around to Din.

“I have to get him. Cover me.” She shoulders out into the fray, Din and Greef hot on her tail as they start taking out troopers left and right. It’s a messy swirl of blaster fire as she tries to get to the droid, though she has to admit it seems to be holding its own pretty well all while keeping the child safe against its chest. 

She focuses on picking off troopers on the periphery of the droid, but her fingers are itching at how useless she feels, the whisper becoming a constant thrum in her head. Then she sees Din struggling against a dark trooper, and she can hold herself back no longer. She drops her blaster, pulling out both her sabers as she darts toward him. It’s a faint noticing in the back of her mind as she slices clean through the dark trooper. What once were her clear, brilliant, blue blades are now a dark, violent, purple.

The whisper becomes a scream.

…

He hears her before he sees her. A whirring woosh like rushing electricity, and then a purple flare as the dark trooper before him is toppled to the ground, split in half. She stands before him, wielding dual sabers, something Din didn’t know was possible. He had never seen a lightsaber before now, and the sight stills him only for a moment, before she’s whirling away to run down more troopers.

He mounts one of the artillery blasters, unleashing a rain of gunfire around him, but he can’t help how his eyes keep darting back to find her form. It isn’t human, the way she’s moving. Impossible speed as she cuts through the fray and impossible precision as she takes down more troopers, a blur of violet light all the while. A dark trooper sets its sights on her, and Din aims to take it down, but she’s already leaping over its head, flipping through the air as she lands behind it with a clean slice right down its middle. Well, now she’s just showing off.

A trooper dings him in the shoulder of his armor, knocking him off the artillery blaster and into the sand. He scrambles back onto his feet, pulling out his blaster and taking out the trooper who hit him, but is knocked back again by a hit to his helmet. Gideon is coming toward him, blaster cocked just as Din aims his at him. Before Din can fire, Gideon points his gun at an ammo box near Din’s feet. 

The explosion knocks him flat onto his back, his ears ringing as he grapples for consciousness. His vision is blurred, just making out the hazy figure of Gideon coming closer to where he’s laid out, gun pointed at him. He braces for the blow at the sound of the blaster firing, eyes scrunched shut. But it never comes, and when he opens his eyes, vision coming clearer, he sees something extraordinary. Gideon is continuing to fire at him, but the blaster shots, as they rush toward Din, are getting bent off course, swinging down into the ground or off to the side. Gideon looks beyond perplexed, but then his eyes dart away from Din. 

He cranes his neck from where he’s crumpled on the ground, his breath stuttering when he sees her, now holding only one of her sabers, her other hand held up, palm open. Gideon points his blaster at her, firing once, but with a wave of her wrist she crooks the gunfire off course, instead hitting another trooper. He goes to fire at her again, but this time she closes her palm into a fist and Gideon cries out, dropping his blaster and cradling his now bent hand to his chest as he keels over in pain.

Din feels like time stops as he watches her moving singularly toward Gideon, flicking away oncoming troopers with the smallest twitch of her fingers. When she comes upon the bent over form of Gideon, her arm stretches out toward him, palm closing into a crook as Gideon is forced to stand up straight before her. 

He thinks to himself that it’s impossible, something of lore, but he can come up with no other explanation to what he sees. Gideon’s eyes are bulging out of his skull as he claws at his neck. Din glances down and sees that his feet are barely on the ground, the toes of his boots skittering to find purchase. She raises her outstretched arm just slightly, and Gideon is lifted a bit further into the air, struggling for breath. Troopers try to come to their master’s aid, but with a tilt of her head, they’re sent hurtling away. Din has heard enough myths, enough history, to know that what she is doing is forbidden, an action that left Jedis exiled and stripped of their title. He also knows that what she is doing demands an unfathomable amount of power, a power not many people know of, a power on the edge of darkness. He is witnessing her do something he didn’t think he’d ever witness in his lifetime.

He is witnessing a Force choke.

…

There is nothing else but the power she feels coursing through her, like flames licking at her skin, coaxing her to push further, to see the light leave Gideon’s eyes. Part of her still screams against this power, this darkness closing in, but there is too much anger flowing through her to fight it. 

It’s his shout that finally breaks through the darkness, through to her. She snaps out of it immediately, releasing Gideon to fall to the ground, heaving in the dust as she turns around to see Din getting hauled up by his neck by a stray dark trooper. She’s on them in a flash, saber dragging hot through the trooper as Din falls to the ground on his hands and knees. Though she feels completely drained, she helps him up, slinging under his shoulder to get him back into the relative cover of the tavern, the droid and Greef close behind. 

IG-11 bolts the door shut as she props Din against the back wall, his head lolling to the side in his helmet.

“There’s a grate behind that couch. It should lead down to the sewers and you can tunnel your way out of the city.” His words are labored, fits and starts of breaths in between, but she nods, turning to look at IG-11.

“Droid, get that grate open!” The child still strapped firmly to its chest, IG-11 effortlessly moves the booth out of the way, starting to kick in the grate that seems unwilling to budge. Her attention is brought back to Din when he wraps a gloved hand around her wrist.

“You have to go without me. I’m done. I’ll just slow you down.” Just then, a hard pounding begins on the door of the tavern. She struggles to keep her focus on Din.

“You’re not done. I’m not going to leave you here.” The door busts open, a burst of flames coming through into the tavern. Din squeezes her wrist.

“Take the child. I can hold them off for you to escape. This is how I am meant to die. This is the way.” Another swath of flames blows into the tavern, a trooper coming into the doorway. She’s afraid to use her own abilities to fight him off, afraid of getting pulled back under a current of darkness.

“I’m not leaving you, Din.” They all freeze as the trooper opens fire again, flamethrower blowing a blinding plume of fire toward them, and she braces for their end. But it doesn’t come. The flames are being held off, but not by her. She looks down and sees that somehow the kid has slipped his pack, standing in front of her and Din with his small hands outstretched toward the flames. With a minute sway of his hands, the flames are suddenly being sent back the way they came, triggering an explosion that shakes the building. The kid, meanwhile, has slumped down into himself, eyes barely open from the exertion. She’s quick to pick him up, moving over to the droid that has just busted open the grate. 

“Take him and go. We’ll catch up to you.” She slips the child back into the droid’s pack, looking between it and Greef one more time before they’re ducking into the grate opening and she’s turning back around to DIn. 

“You should go.” She kneels down next to him.

“Stop saying that. Where are you injured?” He lets out a pained sigh.

“It’s my head– I think. I can feel the blood pooling in my helmet.” She immediately brings her hands to lift off his helmet, but he stops her with firm fingers wrapping around both her wrists.

“Din.”

“No. I must never show my face to another living being. This is the way.” She’s getting really tired of this way he keeps talking about.

“Would you rather die than break this damn vow?” She realizes it’s a dumb question, because of course he would choose death. She huffs before he can answer.

“Well I’m not giving you that choice. I won’t tell anyone I saw a Mandalorian’s face. But I won’t let you die if I can help it.” His hands slacken around her wrists, seeming to give in to her will as she carefully lifts off his helmet. She takes a sharp inhale when their eyes meet for the first time. Deep brown eyes, strong nose, scruffy jaw. She has to blink her eyes a few times to refocus as she checks over his skull for bleeding.

There’s something new rising in her. It’s not a whisper, more like a tide of energy, something less volatile, something she knows isn’t darkness. She closes her eyes, her palms cupping his skull as she lets the tide wash over her. This power isn’t the same lashing that she had let take her before, frantic and demanding. This is steady, pulsing, moving like flaming waves through her body. When she opens her eyes again, Din’s breathing has steadied, the bleeding across the back of his head has stopped, the gash completely healed. Where his eyes had been hazy and unfocused, they’re now clear, searching her face.

Neither of them speak as he puts his helmet back on and she helps him get to his feet, both of them dropping down through the grate and into the sewers. Greef and the droid have not made it far, and they hurry to catch up with them.

“The covert is this way, I think. They’ll be able to direct us out of here.” He is clearly still weak, but Din’s voice is firm as he starts to lead them down one of the tunnels. 

All that’s left of the Mandalorian covert are abandoned helmets, and the armorer who is salvaging the scraps. 

“I see you have made friends of our people’s enemies. A Mandalorian traveling with Jedis. It is a new galaxy afterall.” Her jaw ticks at the armorer’s pointed words. 

She is familiar with the Mandalorian-Jedi War, the conflict that destroyed the planet of Mandalore and swore Jedis and Mandalorians as eternal foe. It was part of the reason why she concealed her identity from Din in the first place. Truthfully, when he had discovered what she is, she had been entirely prepared to kill him, anticipating that historic animosity, and instead being surprised by his willingness to continue traveling with her and the child. But that is not what bothers her most about the armorer’s words. She had called her a Jedi, a title she now knows she will never bear, not after what she did to Moff Gideon. 

“This creature is a foundling. He must remain in your care until you return him to his own kind.” The armorer’s words snap her back to the present moment and she steps forward to address her.

“That is my quest. I am to bring the child to my master so he may begin his training.” The armorer’s helmet tilts slightly between her and Din.

“You must work together then. It is your quest, and his creed.” With that, the armorer fuses a beskar emblem, a signet, into the shoulder of Din’s armor. A mudhorn skull. He had told her about that day, how the child had suspended the beast in the air, saving him from death. 

“Follow the descending tunnel, it will lead to the underground river that flows out to the lava flats.”

…

He places one more rock over Kuiil’s grave before standing with a sigh and walking back to the hull of the Crest. They managed to escape, barely. Not without losing the droid, it sacrificing itself in the face of ambushing troopers, and not without sending Moff Gideon’s aircraft spiraling to the plains of Nevarro. Watching the explosion had brought a bit of peace to Din as they began their trek back to the Crest, Greef staying behind to clean up the mess they left in the city.

She’s hardly spoken since they’ve gotten back to the Crest, only quiet murmurs to the child here and there. Din still can’t quite believe what he saw, what she did to Gideon, and what she did for him, trying to reconcile the dark and the light of her. 

As he enters the hull, he stops immediately at the sight of her putting on her pack, the child watching her with a crumpled expression of worry.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it looks like you’re leaving.” She stills in her movements, turning around to look at him, her expression set and steeled.

“I am. I must leave the child with you. My quest is over. I have failed.” He can’t believe her words, and lets out a breathy laugh. Surely she must be kidding.

“What are you talking about? The kid is finally safe! You have to bring him to your–”

“I can never face my master again. Not after what I did today. Din, there is a darkness in me. A darkness I cannot control.” He moves before he really knows what he’s doing, striding toward her and taking her downturned face into his hands, forcing her to look up into his visor.

“There is darkness in everyone. But you– you saved me today, multiple times. And you saved the kid too.” She shakes her head in his hold.

“That may be true. But what I did to Gideon– it is unforgivable to my kind. If these were the high times of the Jedi, I would be exiled for performing such an act, or worse. It is something only the darkest wielders of the Force do.”

“Maybe that’s true. But you said it yourself. These aren’t those times. And maybe what you did came from darkness, but I can tell you it also came from something else, something burning so bright inside of you.” He’s not sure where his words come from, just that he means them as he continues to speak.

“What you did– you did for me. That wasn’t darkness. That was– I don’t know what– but it wasn’t darkness.” He does know what it was, but he’s too afraid to say it out loud.

“The way you healed me? You can’t tell me that was darkness.” She’s still silent, but her expression softens at that. He holds her face a little firmer.

“That kid needs you. Jedi or not, your quest isn’t over.” She sighs, curling her hands around his wrists as he still cups her face.

“Your creed, my quest. Right?” His heart kicks up in his chest at her words, and he nods.

“That’s right. We’re in this together.” Her next move deeply surprises him, drawing a breathy “oof” out of him as she wraps her arms around his torso, tugging him into a hard hug, a feeling he hasn’t experienced since before he started wearing the Mandalorian armor. He tentatively brings his palms to her back, her cheek pressed against his chest plate as she quietly murmurs to him.

“At least we won’t have to be apostates alone.” All he can do is let out a tight laugh at that, tamping down the simmering anxiety at the truth of her words as he holds her a little closer. 

The moment is quickly over, however, as they’re interrupted by the sound of whiny gurgles. She pulls away from him with a sigh, both of them looking down to see the kid grabbing at her pants leg, eyes wide as he huffs at her. She laughs lightly, crouching down to scoop the kid up, his tiny hand going to her cheek as she rights herself. The kid tilts his head at her, ears twitching as he lets out what sounds to Din like a questioning babble.

“Not going anywhere, kid. I promise. We’re going to get you where you need to be.” She glances up at Din after speaking, and the kid’s eyes follow, his head craning around to look up into his visor. They’re still standing close enough that when the kid removes his hand from her cheek, he can easily reach out and pat Din’s chest plate, a small “eh?” leaving his wobbling mouth.

“She’s right, kid. We’ll take care of you. Together.” 

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[softcitrus2345]

Hii!! This is the first time I have ever reached out to someone in this community because I am very scared of being 'found out' and I find it hard to accept myself for what I like 😓 But your account feels very safe, and ur art is so gorgeous bsjsbdj!!!. I read ur tips from a while ago about how to start an account and I would rlly like to share my art out there and connect with likeminded people, and present all my ocs to the world that I have hidden in a folder on my procreate HELP. If this isn't too personal of a question, do u have an tips on self acceptance when it comes to this niche?

Oh man, I totally feel you there, I'll do my best to help ya out!

I completely understand the struggle with self-acceptance with this niche, so many spaces both in the internet and real life have stigmatized this kind of niche and made it out to be something disgusting and perverted, and something to be ashamed about..

I struggled for years with myself, feeling guilty for being into these sorts of things, and for "tainting" my characters with these thoughts, and the occasional drawing I would make in a notebook and promptly rip out and hide somewhere out of shame-

It took me a long time to finally understand why I felt the way I did, and what specific things about this niche appealed to me.

The thing that has helped me the most with the self-acceptance aspect is having a sense of community. Whether it be with just one person, or with a small group, having other people with similar interests that you can talk to and feel comfortable with helps a ton.

Around the same time last year was when I started to get more comfortable with this niche. I joined the server of an artist who's chonky art I really liked, and I got to meet new people and explore that part of myself more. But the best thing for me was finding out that one of my closest friends was also into the same things I was. It was just such a huge sense of relief when I found out, and once I started talking with her about it and sharing ideas back and forth, it became a lot easier to talk about, and it helped me get a lot more comfortable engaging with these interests of mine. A few months later, I found another one of my friends also liked this stuff, and then a few more months later, I found even MORE of my already close friends were into this

I guess the universe was just on my side, I'm so fortunate to have such kind and understanding friends that I can share this stuff with, and explore my interests with

Without them, this account wouldn't exist, and I wouldn't be making this kind of art that I share here, so I will always be grateful for that.

The best advice I can offer you is to find that sense of safety and community, whether it just be one person or several

Joining servers of artists who's work you enjoy is always a good way to meet new people, as well as interacting with artists you admire or other people in the community!

It's never easy to start, and don't get me wrong, I still do struggle with this stuff on and off, but I promise you it does get easier. Try to be kind to yourself

Think of it this way. It's SUPER normalized in society to be into like. Buff guys, or big boobies or butts or whatever, right?? Well being attracted to fat can also be seen that way if you really think about it-

Not saying that fat people should always be objectified in that way but I'm just trying to put that into perspective-

Hopefully that makes sense lol

Also, I am so glad to hear that you can find comfort and a sense of safety in this blog, because that's exactly my intention to have a safe space for people to explore their interests without fear of outside judgement

It means the world to me that you like my art so much and that you felt comfortable asking a tough question like that. I hope my advice can bring you some hope and clarity involving your situation 💖

I sincerely wish you the best, anon, I hope you can find the confidence to share your art with the world someday! I'd love to hear your ideas and see what kind of stuff you put out there!

#softcitrus asks #niche blog #weight gain #I would've had this posted since last night but Tumblr decided to nerf the whole thing as I was putting the tags in #So I rewrote the whole thing 💀 #Honestly I iked the first pass more but I really wanted to answer this one so here it is TTuTT #I was being totally serious btw #If you're the anon that sent this #I'd genuinely love to see your art #If you ever end up posting it please share it with me somehow cause I love supporting this community 💖💖

[braisedhoney]

been asked a couple times about some of this, so i thought it was about time to get one of these done ;; if you have any questions i didn’t answer here tho, feel free to dm me!

guide to my tags + art rules written down are under the cut! i’ll also add ‘em to the post for navigation.

here are the current captain (my sona!) and crewmate uniform refs o7

(EDIT: WE HAVE MORE CHARACTERS NOW LMAO)

OFFICIAL HIVE LORE BLOG: @talesaboardthehive

General Art Rules:

1. fandom art as pfp/banner = okay with credit, but asking is appreciated. (sona stuff can't be used though ;; it's too personal.)

2. repost/reuploading of any kind = not okay, sorry! nobody likes reposting without permission. reblogs tho are of course totally fine, those rock.

3. i prefer you don't use my art as pfp if you're a strictly nsfw account :P

4. dunno if this counts, but if you're a "MAP" (twitter(?) term for pedo, not multi-animator project ;;) or a general creep i obviously don't want you anywhere near me or my art. common sense stuff.

(EDIT for clarity: this does include anyone who produces or consumes content that falls under the terms "loli" or "shota". i ask that you do not interact with me or my art, as both make me very uncomfortable.)

so TL;DR: basically just be cool, don't be a jerk or use my content for anything gross, and everything is a-okay!

Tag Guide:

ney’s art - all my work! drawings, comics, animations, the works.

ney’s reblogs - unsorted reblogged content

ney’s art tips - what brushes/programs i use, and general (well intentioned but unprofessional) advice

ney’s idle chatter - like an npc i talk a lot. random text posts go here!

ney’s chatter - any ask answers!

ney’s comics - basically any longer-form art that includes either a story or speech bubbles!

ney's animations - any lil animations i do!

captain’s quick announcements - stuff i want to announce and delete afterward!

captain’s notices - important info that may or may not stay up?

captain’s contests - any interactive games, like ask prompts or polls.

captain’s gift log - any art drawn for me/gifted to me by other people!

sona art - any artwork including my persona character ^^

tales aboard the hive - in character HIVE stuff!! this can be comics, in-character ask answers, or anything in general that's related to the spaceship theme we have going on.

hive crewmates tag (ocs) - at the moment just leander and COLONY, but this is where i’ll put any HIVE ocs that appear!

and i tag fandoms as i go :P

#ney’s art #sona art #ney's reblogs #ney's comics #ney’s idle chatter (random textposts) #ney's art tips (art questions) #ney's chatter (ask answers) #ney's animations #captain's quick announcements (delete later) #captain's notices (delete eventually) #captain's contests (interactive games) #partially related ig but the term 'MAP' no longer meaning multi-animator project' or... y'know. a cartography map #that fuckin' kills me man #captain’s gift log (other’s art) #tales aboard the hive #hive crewmates tag (ocs)

[uglierdaikon]

You know, people joke a lot about the OCs you come up with as a 13 year old, but I personally think that there's something to be said about the ideas that a person can come up with when "fun" is their primary motivation to create and they're not held back by any fear of being cringe/unclever/etc.

Every few years I revisit this set of characters I came up with as a 13 year old and plug them into new scenarios to see if I can make something better of them with all the experience I've gained as a writer. Over the years, they've (predictably) changed a lot, but today I was thinking about one of them in particular as he was when I first dreamt him up.

Stripping away superficial details of appearance/personality for the sake of clarity, he's like... a cool character! A profoundly sad character! He's a young shapeshifter who is deeply troubled and isolated by what he is. People distrust him automatically when they know what he is, and he wants so desperately to prove that he's good and worthy of trust! Beyond that, he has this fear of having no *real* sense of identity because he's inherently so malleable. Does he even KNOW what he really looks like? Would he have blue eyes if he wasn't a shapeshifter, or did he at some point in his early childhood *decide* to have blue eyes because his mother does? Would he have freckles if he hadn't seen them on his brother's face and decided he liked them? Is he growing and developing naturally in his "true" form, or is he subconsciously developing in the way he wants to/thinks he should? And between these two fears, he ends up driven to dig scars into his hands over the course of months, opening the healing wounds again and again until one day they just. Stay. No matter what form he takes. So that there can be one aspect of his appearance that he CAN'T change, that he can be recognized by and rooted in.

Anyways, this is a long ass rant just to pat my 13 year old self on the back, but for real! What a cool character! And (in hindsight) kind of an interesting look at a young teenager's feelings and fears about change and development at an age when those things are very much in flux both in terms of personal identity and physical appearance.

Anyways anyways, we should all cut our 13 year old selves some slack and give those old OCs the credit they deserve! Just because teenagers lack writing experience and intentional insight doesn't mean they're lacking in creativity and cool fucking ideas

#Random ranting #Anyways #Hope you enjoyed Parker he was my baby boy back in the day

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Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by @sheepwithspecs technically on my main but this is where fanfic goes. Do this if you wanna!

How many works do you have on AO3?

47 as of 2/6/24. There's a few things I need to get around to adding there though.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

411,290 as of 2/6/24

What are your top 5 fics by kudos

Downtime (compilation of younger Scions & other teen chars being pals in Norvrandt) Unexpected (compilation of shippy nonsense) A Constant Distant Thunder (Thancred in ARR patches post-Lahabrea) Ruminations (General Warrior of Light introspections & adventures) Rogue's Prelude (My headcanons on Thancred meeting Louisoix, Papalymo, and Yda)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do! I often try to. So my comment count is almost, not quite though, doubled.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hrm; I tend to do a lot of bittersweet endings. We'll keep it simple and say "Never Gets Easier", a fic where Edmont and Charlemend talk about their lost sons. There's no sweetness there, just men haunted by mistakes and losses.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Maybe "When Everything Changes" which is kid fic from the POV of my WoL's older brother when she's born and his ambivalence turns to big brother joy and love.

Do you write crossovers?

Haven't yet.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I recall.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Occasionally. Usually pretty vanilla. It's all right, I guess.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Had an OC's backstory on our WoW RP server's fic blogging site lifted wholesale; they changed the names and class, and then…walked into our weekly guild meeting that I was leading and tried to join our guild. When confronted, the person claimed their partner had leveled the character for them and based the backstory on Skyrim (my OC's story is very specific to WoW). They tried to message me later as if we were pals who would laugh this off someday. I informed them that was not a thing and btw the site mods knew they were a plagiarist now. Also everyone knew who their alts were and a bunch of other trouble they'd caused. So far as I know, they bailed from our server after that.

I hoped they learned better and grew up quite a bit; this was well over a decade ago.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Once or twice now; so long as folks credit and link back to my originals, and share the translated link with me, it's all good!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Roleplay and actual story collaboration both. It's a lot of fun.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

How dare you.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

*stares at WIP folder*

Come back with a warrant.

(I won't say never, but there's a lot that probably are just noodling and scraps to feed something else later)

What are your writing strengths?

Folks seem to like my dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Impatience, and certain grammatical abuses that do nothing for length nor clarity.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Depends on the fic. Depends on the intended audience.

For dialects, mostly the concern is "don't overdo it" as it can slow things down, be really jarring at best and offensive at worst, and difficult to understand if laying it on too thick.

Other languages entirely have different guidelines though, from sprinkling in single words or short phrases, to entire passages, and whether or not you translate or leave it up to the reader. Depends on fandom, on the characters, on the story, author intentions.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Narnia, in a my little girl diary as a pre-teen. I wanted to pick up Susan's story as a grown up and bring her and family back to a magical land. Cuz I knew it could, would happen someday, even if Lewis never got to write it himself.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Final Fantasy XVI. Midst. The latter is tricky as I really don't have ideas at the moment, but really want to dig into that vibe. My writing needs to be more weird in general, really.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

How dare you, come back with a warrant!

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[pmpwbrrs]

*table slam* NEW ref new post

Forget everything i ever said about any of my characters it's all a lie I lied to you don't read what i said erarlirer

A LOT OF TALK + SLUGPUPS AND OTHER STUFF UNDER CUT

Lore (not all of it)

Mother is a big ass scug who, from some point on, has lived with no purpose – she was just tearing things up, eating, listening to some weird metal giant god, killing more things. But as she lives and talks to "gods", she learns more about the cycle and begins to understand it more. And so she finds in herself the desire to ascend.

But at her long and dangerous journey she suddenly finds kids. Unaccustomed to company of others of her kind and having never experienced the burden of motherhood before, she was, of course, confused and silly about it. But the heart of a fierce predator has thawed, and so as the silliness.

Mother began to think about her initial goal: what is it worth? Does Mother really want to decide the fate of the kids for them, dragging them into the sea, just because of her selfish desire to leave this world? Or abandon them? Mother is disgusted to the core at the very thought of it.

And really, is life that pointless and not worth living?

She has a new goal. Find a place where children will have a happy, somewhat peaceful childhood. Where they will always be fed, where they will not be dragged away by merciless predators at any second. Where Mother can teach them everything she knows herself.

Babis

I want babies to have a bit of personality so I gave it to them :)

They are placed in order of finding

Other

- Mother is a predator. And eats a lot. Like that maybe:

o o o o o o o | o o o

- She has really really strong arms and claws(they are especially helpful against lizards if they catch her)

- She can carry 2 pups on the back with little effort. Even 3, but becomes clumsier

- Mother is a bit sucky at fighting vultures

- But super efficient against lizards

- Lizards do not like her

- Ò т Ó

- o.o o.o o.o o.o o.o

- She's actually a big meanie

- But not to the kids of course

- They all live in a time when there are a lot of fucking creatures, so no easy life for you losers haha 🤯🤯

Rhank you byyuye

Upd: Mother's design was heavily made by @h0neysun

#rain world #rain world oc #rain world slugcat oc #oc #oc – kiddos #<-all of them will be in the same tag #may change some things later #but for now I am done #*jumps into a crack in the wall* #pmpwbrrs #rw #oc – clarity of intent #oc – mother

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The Cedars Have Eyes Ch. 6

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: Fern and Larissa visit the tree that saved Fern. More truths are revealed. Our characters try to figure out how to manage.

Authors Note: Yeesh, this is a sad fic. Who is writing this shit?

“Larissa, will you come to the old meeting house with me?” You asked as you walked from the bedroom.

“Of course. Why?” Larissa was sitting in the living room, enjoying one of her last days of spring break by reading a book.

“I just want to go for a walk with my favorite lady.” You smile, leaning over the edge of her chair to place a kiss on her lips. Larissa seemed skeptical of your reasoning.

“What are you about to do?” Larissa eyed you, her hand reaching out for your arm.

You dodge her hand with a smile, making a bit of a game out of it. You begin backing up towards the front door, seeing Larissa was up for a bit of a chase. The taller woman had the mischief in her eyes but her expression remained serious. She stood from her chair.

You thought you could beat her to the door, but you were still unlocking it when you felt her arms encircle your waist. Rarely did the both of you engage in roughhousing or horseplay, but you couldn’t stop laughing as she picked you up.

“Put me down!” You yell through your laughing, and Larissa does what she was told. She threw you onto the couch, crawling on top of you to hold you down.

“What are you up to, Fern Rogers?” She pants, hovering over you, her hands on either side of your head.

You knew the truth was the only thing you could offer, she would know if you lied now, “I’m going to see if I can get more answers for why I am at the center of all of this.”

Larissa partially sat on you, her ass resting on your pelvis, probably trying to prevent you from going anywhere, “I- And you wanted me to come with?”

“Yes. I thought you could keep an eye on me.”

Larissa expression was unreadable. On one hand she didn’t want you to go at all, but your honesty now made her feel a little bit better about you going, “Let’s go.”

———

Larissa took a seat on a fallen branch near the tree that had saved you months ago. She watched you intently.

You begin circling the tree. You glanced up at the lifeless branches, biting your lip. Then you glance down to the base of the base, looking for signs of life. You find it. A small bit of a new branch was growing near the base of the trunk, only having four little leaves.

You seat yourself next to the small bit of life protruding near the dead mass of wood. You place both hands on the grass, focusing in on the life that still existed in the tree.

It felt almost felt like a fog drifted into you as the kind, gentle voice of, what you assumed to be the tree, entered your skull.

It’s nice to see you again my friend.

The voice didn’t seem as strong as it had once been. You offered a bit of your energy to the small tree. Your eyes were closed, but Larissa watched the small sapling raise from the ground until it was about six feet tall with many new branches and leaves. The new leaves unfurling in the most intricate way.

You needed answers and hoped that your offering would be enough to receive them, Why am I having these dreams? Am I going to die? What is happening at Nevermore?

He is coming. He will steal the life to fuel his own. You are destined to save us all. Use the dreams as they are glimpses into the future. Find the council of twelve cedars. They have seen all.

You didn’t want to be ungrateful for the help, but you needed more clarity than that. Please no riddles. I need help. I’m not ready to die.

People would look at me and think I’m dead. Looks can be deceiving.

I’m not a tree! I can’t just regenerate like you!

You will find a way. How is your sequoia? We like her.

Them asking about Larissa made your lips twitch, wanting to smile. She is worried about me. I promised her I would always come back… What if I don’t?

She is strong. She will be of great help to you, only if you let her. I must rest now… We will see you soon…

The fog that brought the voice now drifted away, leaving you with a new sense of clarity. You look up, smiling at the growth to the tree in front of you.

Larissa notices your alertness and wanders to your side, not rushing your interactions with the trees.

You turn and glance up to her, knowing what you have to do, “Larissa, I need to come clean about something.”

———

You explained the what the tree had told you on the way back home. Larissa’s brain was firing on all cylinders trying to make connections. Crackstone was definitely back and you needed to find the council of twelve cedars.

You had shut the front door behind you, when Larissa finally asked, “What did they mean by ‘use the dreams as they are glimpses into the future’? Did they mean the trances?”

Larissa sits down on the couch first and you pull up the ottoman, sitting in front of her, “No, Larissa… I’ve been having nightmares…”

“Well I know you hadn’t been sleeping well. I just thought it was the vines…? Right?” Larissa knew something terrible was coming. She tried to come up with something hopeful. Just hoping you would tell her she was right.

“I…” You wanted to lie. You wanted to lie so badly so Larissa wouldn’t have to know. It would make her feel so much better for you to say yes and tell her that you were having more dreams about vines.

“I wake up… And I see Rowan looking down at me and she is crying. And then I see you and you have been crying. Someone in the background says, ‘Oh, she was just too late. There was nothing to be done...’”

“Nothing to be done about what? Fern, you aren’t making any sense.”

You grab her hands, taking a deep breath before you tell her the whole truth, “I’m in a coffin, Larissa. You are all at my funeral. The dreams have been progressing. Last night I experienced my own burial.”

“No.” Larissa couldn’t except this answer. You could tell that she was growing frustrated and angry, “No. That can’t be all. There has to be a different answer.”

“It is a glimpse into the future. If I am to save us all, I need to die.”

“No.”

“Larissa…”

“We will go away somewhere. You can go back home for a while. We can go to my hometown in England. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” Larissa pressed a hand to your cheek, you saw the tears pooling in her eyes.

“Larissa… I can’t.”

“No! It’s not fair! It can’t end like this! You promised…” Larissa’s lashing out was a bit of a shock to you, her final words cut deep.

You were at a loss for words. You didn’t know what to say or how to reassure her. You couldn’t reassure her.

Larissa fell into you, tears of sadness and rage taking over. You pulled her into your arms, your own tears beginning to fall. You held her there, feeling her sobs continue. It was like she had lost you already.

“You promised…” She repeated again. You hadn’t realized how much your words had reassured her.

You took her face in your hands, pulling her away from you. She sniffed and wiped her eyes, but the tears continued to stream down her cheeks. You spoke gently, “Larissa, I can’t make any promises… I will do everything in my power to be with you… So if that means I will pull myself from the grave and crawl home to you-”

“I don’t want to lose you…”

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

———

The knowledge that you were going to die was a hard pill to swallow. You felt so young and full of life. How could it all be over like that?

Larissa clung to you for the rest of the evening. Not that you minded. Hours passed by as she cried into your shirt. You ended up laying together on the couch, letting Larissa go as long as she needed. She kept trying to barter and talk you out of the situation, posing ‘what ifs’ as a way of coping. There had to be a way out of this.

You needed to be strong for her. You mustered a sense of false confidence, hoping that some would rub off on her.

“Who knows? Maybe the dream will change? I could have a different dream tonight.” Larissa didn’t respond. Her head lay on your chest, she was too focused on the rhythm of your heart.

Link to Chapter 7

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Young American - Part 9**

A/N: Ahhhh finally and it's a long one! I really love this chapter because our characters have reached 2 new milestones. Also, I've been feeling very nostalgic and the places I wrote about are very real and extremely important places to me since I was a teenager 🥹. When I was in high school my friends and I ditched school (well we did on countless occasions haha) and would drive out to the mentioned beach and dune and hang out and sing and play guitar for hours, I felt safe and comfortable and so happy there (I might be wrong, but I think 1D actually filmed WMYB at this beach, or at least it looks similar). Either way, I just wanted to mention that because it really just helped me tap into the feelings I wanted to portray in this chapter and ultimately it helped me be able to finish writing this chapter. I really hope you guys like it and thank you so much for your patience! 💖

WC: 11.9K

Warnings: Mentions of family drama (same as part 8), mutual masturbation, facefucking (male receiving), slight degradation, subspace/topspace.

I forgot to tag people in part 8, here it is!

Series Masterlist

Y/N was smiling bright and looking out the window on his side as they drove down the 1, more commonly known as the Pacific Coast Highway. She liked the beach, it was one of the reasons why she had been so excited to move in with her aunt in LA. She usually hit the beaches in OC, wanting to avoid the heavy traffic out near Malibu. However, Harry drove through the small coastal city, the traffic diminishing the further out they got. She glanced over to him and he spared a quick glance to her.

“We’re going to the Ventura County beaches.” He said to her and she nodded, “Have you ever been out here?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, not that I recall.” She said.

“They’re not as crowded as Malibu beaches.” He explained.

“Mmmm… and how did you come across it?” She asked.

“My first week here I just went for a drive and I just ummm…kept going.” He shrugged with a little smile. “Saw the beach we’re going to and I absolutely loved it. It’s small and it’s got lots of trees and it’s not very crowded, it’s very pretty there.” He explained, she was excited now and they winded up the 1 North. 

They hadn’t really said much, just listening to the music playing softly over the speakers and enjoying the view. She was grateful that he had whisked her away, as much as she loved being at the shop it was currently hard to sit there and feel like she was being forced to choose. She wanted to work on her things in peace with someone she cared for and trusted, maybe clarity would come with the calm.

“Everything alright?” Harry’s voice intruded her thoughts and she turned towards him and nodded.

“Yeah, just thinking about what happened.” She said and sighed, “They ummm…basically said that as long as I stay on this trajectory that they wouldn’t speak to me.”

“Oh.” He frowned and squeezed her hand a little bit. There wasn’t anything to say that she hadn’t already heard, so she appreciated his quiet contemplation of the information she’d just shared before saying anything, “What’s bothering you most about the whole thing?” He finally asked and she immediately knew.

“That I know what they did to Julie for doing whatever the hell she wanted, she literally was painted out to be this evil and rebellious black sheep because she wasn’t living too traditionally, it was awful! And I don’t know, I just feel stupid for thinking or…hoping that when it came to me they’d come around.” She said and Harry nodded as he still focused on the road, but listened intently to her, “I’m such an idiot. So fucking naive.” She almost spat to herself with disdain and Harry frowned.

“You’re not naive or an idiot, it’s your family, Y/N, you’re not out of turn to expect them to love you as they always have. It’s not an unrealistic expectation to want their support. This is not your fault.” He said to her and she nodded.

“I know Harry, but it feels like it.” She said turning towards him and he frowned.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He said and she sighed.

“God, must think my family’s a herd of bigots and traditionalists.” She huffed with an eye roll.

“I mean, a little bit,” he said with a chuckle and she giggled, “But look the only person I care about impressing is Julie and well, I’ve got her in the bag.” He said with a happy smile, “Or at least I think I do.” He spared a glance to Y/N and she smiled.

“Your confidence is sexy and not misplaced in any way.” She responded.

“I can’t tell if you mean that or are saying it sarcastically.” He chuckled.

“Well that’s for you to figure out.” She teased.

“I need to know if Julie likes me!” He chuckled, “Every time I’m over and run into her I have these full fledged conversations because she’s so easy to talk to! And you know I’m not really a talker. Am I like this annoying guy who comes around with a crush on her niece?” He asked her as she laughed.

“She loves you, don’t worry.” Y/N assured him and he smiled in relief.

“Good.” He hummed happily. It was only about five more minutes before they started to emerge through this very rocky part of the coastline and he smiled.

“And on your left you’ll find Sycamore Cove.” He said in his best “tour guide” tone and she grinned at his theatrics.

“Wow, that’s different.” She said and he nodded.

“It’s pretty right?” He asked as he rolled to a stop slowly and turned on his blinker to turn into the nearly empty lot, there were only two other cars there that she could see and soon he was rolling over the sandy lot and fitting into a spot, “Surprise.” He turned to her with a smile and she was beaming.

“I love this, thank you.” She assured.

“Great. I’ve also got something that we’ll need to do after this. You’re going to absolutely love it.” He said and she grinned in excitement.

“Can’t wait.” She hummed. Harry instructed her to grab her tote and his from the backseat while he grabbed the blanket and other things he had brought with him for this outing. Once she heard the trunk shut he walked past her to guide her way. As soon as the reached the sand he just slipped his feet out of his white vans, well they were more light gray and very wrecked up, but it was funny to her that he had been occupying these as slippers basically, “Wait, let me lean on you.” She said and he came on over so that she could steady herself as she slid out of her own shoes and socks before they continued their trek. 

“To your left.” He said as she got a little distracted looking over to the rocky structure they had driven past not even ten minutes prior, “We can climb that if you want.”

“Maybe when I’m not wearing these jeans.” She said, “I don’t have great range of motion.” She explained with a giggle and Harry sniggered as he stopped by this giant, worn down log. He set down the big Ikea bag he had and pulled out a navy & white checkered black blanket. He carefully extended it and then had her sit. She dropped her shoes to her side before settling into the blanket-covered sand, her back was up against the log. And once she was comfortable he pulled out his sketch pad and his pencil case and sat down diagonally form her. This prompted her to pull out her iPad and apple pen, “What’re you gonna draw?” She asked him quietly.

“Not sure yet.” He hummed.

“Do you want to draw me?” She asked with a smile.

“I could.” He mused and she nodded eagerly, “I’ll try to do you justice, capture you drawing.” He said and she smiled.

“Yeah, do it! I’m gonna finish this design I’m almost done with and then I’ll draw you.” She said with enthusiasm and they got to work. 

Y/N wasn’t sure if this qualified as romantic, but it was to her. The tension between them was steadily rising. She abandoned her tattoo design rather quickly and started drawing him instead when she felt his intense gaze taking her in. His eyebrows were a bit creased as he focused, but every now and again their eyes would meet and they’d both smile giddily before getting back to it, trying not to get distracted for too long. After a good thirty minutes of drawing and sporadic little pieces of conversation they were wrapping it up. 

“Wanna see yours first.” He said and she scoffed but agreed and hurried to add in the final little details of it.

“Ta-da!” She sang with a smile as she turned over her iPad and he grinned.

“That’s sick. That’s really fucking good.” He said taking it from her carefully and looking over it more closely with a big smile. As he shifted a bit his sketchpad slipped from under his arm and her smile fell as she saw his drawing. Obviously, it wasn’t as detailed as an hour or two-long portrait would be, but it was still an impressive portrait; if this was how he drew she wanted to see how he painted, he had said that was kind of his thing. She smiled as she pulled it closer to her face to see all the little details he had gotten in there - like the sliver of light on her face from the the sun reflecting off of the surface of the iPad. Harry bit his lip nervously as she studied over his drawing of her, “Like it?” He eventually asked and she nodded as her eyes flickered up to his own.

“I love it. Can I keep it?” She asked right away and he smiled and nodded.

“Course you can.” He responded softly and she smiled in quiet excitement. She handed back the sketch pad and he her iPad before Harry meticulously tore out the page and Y/N took it and carefully tucked it into one of the sleeves of her iPad’s cover before she put it away and leant back against the log, but much closer to him than before. “No, c’mere.” He said patting the open space between his legs and she climbed over and settled back into his chest as his hands wrapped around her middle and squeezed her close.

“Missed you.” She said as he rubbed his cheek into the side of her head.

“Missed you most.” He whispered and she smiled, her hands settled on his knees and relished in the warmth of his chest against her back. It was the slightest bit cold, after all it was late November now, “Mmmm, tell me something that no one knows about you.” He said lowly as he let his right hand slip away from around her waist and down his leg to intertwine their fingers together. It sent a hoard of butterflies through her tummy and chest in excitement.

“Ummm…I’ve never had a pet.” 

“What?” He asked and she giggled.

“It’s true! My dad’s allergic to both cats and dogs, s’why we or my grandparents would host holidays and family events, no animal hair.” She explained and he hummed.

“Did you want a pet?”

“Of course. When I was 9 one of my friends got a puppy and well I begged and begged but to no avail. I would take ladybugs sometimes and put them in a little plastic cage I had.”

“That’s sweet.” He hummed.

“A bit pathetic really.” She giggled.

“How many did you have?”

“Three.” She said, “One of them was yellow, I decided he was the boy. His name was Steve, the other two I couldn’t tell apart, they were called Dottie and Spottie.” She sputtered on a laugh and he joined her as well, “I was real creative with the names.” She joked about herself and he hummed in agreement, “They lasted about a week.” She finished and he shook his head as he laughed a bit more, “What about you?”

“I didn’t have any ladybugs. Well we call them ladybirds actually.” He said and she hummed, “But ummm, my mum she’s a cat person. We had two cats growing up, Angel and Violet. And my uncle had a big, black dog. His name was Shadow.” He explained.

“Who did you like best?”

“Well my mum’s cats were total assholes.” He said and she giggled, “Or maybe I was a bit of a brute with them so they didn’t like me so Shadow was my favorite. When those awful cats passed we got another one, her name is actually Dotty as well.” He chuckled, “She’s still alive, she’s very attached to my mum.” He explained and she smiled.

“Would you get a pet now?” She asked.

“I have thought it about it. Been to a few dog adoption events and…fuck, I leave with teary eyes every time.” He confessed and she pouted, “Would take ‘em all if I could.” He said, “There’s this one that I just can’t forget. It looked like a schnauzer, maybe it was a mini one, I don’t know. He’s all black and his name is Sebastian.” He said with a chuckle and she giggled.

“Does he look like a Sebastian?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, he does.” He chuckled, “That’s the amusing thing. He’s three or four, so he’s still playful and a tad mischievous, but he’s very well trained, but you can tell that he has a big personality.” He explained, “I’ve seen him a few times at the events.”

“Do you know why they gave him up?”

“Yeah, the girl from the shelter said that his owners had a baby and they just couldn’t do both afterwards and they didn’t want to downgrade his quality of life.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so he’s definitely spoiled.” Harry grinned and she hummed in acknowledgement.

“What’s something no one knows about you?” She asked back, “But tell me something that you’d only want me to know.” She said and he hummed pensively.

“That’s hard…want you to know everything.” He thought aloud and she felt her heart start to pound and she leaned closer into him, “Mmm…well, I think I want you to know that deep down I’m quite… fragile.” He finished off softly and she bit her lip, “You’ve probably figured it out for yourself, I mean, you’ve seen it for yourself but ummm, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to confirm that because I don’t want people to know just how easily things get to me, you know?” She nodded in understanding, “I want you to know because the way I feel about you is…” he trailed off, “I just don’t want to get hurt.” He finished and she pulled away and turned to face him.

“Look at me.” She said softly and his beautiful eyes met her own, “I would never hurt you. And if I do and cross a line or something please call me out on it.” She said seriously, “I’ve dealt with people like that who are sadistic like that and get off on feeling superior or bigger about themselves when they do that, but I’d never hurt you. Not intentionally, ever. Not to make a point or anything like that.” 

“I know you wouldn’t intentionally.” He said and she nodded again, “And well, I just wanted you to know that because well, I know we’ve been in a weird limbo lately with what’s happening between us and I…want more.” He said and she bit her lip nervously as her heart heart started to beat erratically and the butterflies in her stomach were swarming to the point that she felt like she was vibrating, it was exciting and nerve-racking at the same time.

“More?” She asked softly.

“Yeah, more of you. More of me. More of us.” He said as his hands grabbed her face, “I’m falling for you, Y/N.” He admitted quietly, “I love how it feels when we’re together and as much as I love hanging out and the occasional cunnilingus-” he said and she laughed, “I want to date you. For real.” He said and she grinned.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.” He smiled, “Want you to be my girl.” He said and she hummed and looked away for a moment before her eyes fluttered back up to meet his gaze.

“Kind of thought I already was.” She said with a smile and he leaned in and pecked her lips quickly.

“Well, yeah in that way you are, but in this way too. In every way.” He said as he leaned back in and their lips met in a slow and sensual kiss that was inching towards hungry and desperate. She moaned as his hands slid down to her ass and pulled her closer to him as his lips started to migrate down her jaw and to her neck and she rolled her head to the side as he kissed and sucked at her heated and tingling skin.

“Oh my god…” she smiled as she squeezed her eyes shut as he sucked gently at her sweet spot and then let go.

“Didn’t leave a mark.” He assured her as his lips ghosted across her throat.

“Wouldn’t care if you did.” She gulped as he choose another spot to suck on and as the words registered he sucked a bit harder and she hummed at the increased pressure before he pulled off.

“No?” He asked and she shook her head no, once again confirming.

“Gonna tell you something else I only want you to know.” She said and he hummed, urging her to go on, “Every time I feel your tongue when we kiss?”

“Mm-hmmm?”

“I just can’t help it,” she started, “start getting so wet for you because I can just imagine how those movements would feel on my pussy. God, you ate me out so fucking good I think about it too much.” She confessed and he groaned as he went back in for a searing kiss and she opened up when she felt his tongue grazer over her bottom lip. He immediately pressed it between her lips and she sucked on it a few times before he drew back and grinned as she moaned quietly.

“You make me feel so out of control. I love it.” He growled and she moaned before he bucked up against her for a second and she hummed and started grinding down onto him and he chuckled as he grabbed her face again, “Not here, baby.” He exhaled and she frowned.

“But I’m aching for you.” She pouted as she ground herself over his erection.

“I am too, baby but we can’t here. There’s people, not to mention sand everywhere. Just be a good girl for me and wait. I will take good care of you, I promise.” He said and she huffed but nodded and made a little more distance between them, “Should we go dip our feet in? Cool down a bit?”

“Yeah.” She said and he smiled and kissed her lips once more before standing and walking the short distance to the shoreline. 

She loved how cold the ocean was; it was a sobering experience for every sound to fade except that of the waves kissing the shore. She glanced down to watch as little pebbles and pieces of shells created little streaks in the soft sand as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. She watched as the last bits of water got pulled back through the little streaks left by the debris and in her mind it was almost as if the water was clawing at the sand, fighting to say with it and not to be dragged away by the current. She felt the same way as  Harry kissed the side of her head and hugged her a bit tighter as a chill traveled down his spine. She wanted to cling to him for as long as he’d allow it, and like the water, have to be dragged away from him to even consider leaving his side. A bigger wave was coming in and he pulled her back a little bit to ensure that their denim didn’t get soaked at the ankles.

“Gonna roll these up for you, OK?” He said and she hummed before he crouched down and rolled her jeans up above her ankles and did his as well before assuming his previous position. When the next big wave came they didn’t have to hurry back.

“The cold of the water doesn’t bug you?” She asked quietly.

“Love, m’from England.” He said and she giggled.

“Right.” She stated, “Just wondering, usually it’s the first thing people comment on.” She smiled.

“I think our water’s a bit colder than this.”

“Do you still swim in it?”

“I do.” He said and she smiled, “What about you?”

“Yeah. We should come at night though, when it’s cooler out.”

“You’re barking mad.” He chuckled and she shook her head.

“No, I swear the water feels so much warmer. It’s been warmed by the sun all day. You dip in and it’s feels like a heated pool. I swear it!”

“I can tell you why it feels like a heated pool and it’s got nothing to do with the sun.”

“Oh gross, Harry.” She scoffed and he chuckled, “But I swear it’s true. I do it at least once every winter. You have to do it with me at least once.”

“Maybe.” He chuckled and she smiled knowing fully well that she would convince him.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” She asked suddenly turning around and leaning into his chest, her head now settled into the base of his throat comfortably.

“Yeah, promised my mum I wouldn’t miss it.” He explained. She loved the feeling of his throat vibrating as he spoke lowly.

“Oh that’s really great!” She smiled as she pulled back to see his face, “She’s gonna be really excited to see you after all this time. Well, your whole family will be I’m sure.” 

“Y'seem so happy about it. Are you trying to get rid of me?” He asked playfully and she giggled.

“Obviously.” She teased back and he laughed softly, “But honestly I’m just really excited for you to go back and see your family and friends. It’s going to be really great.” She assured and he hummed. 

“I’m actually gonna leave…” he said pulling out his phone from his pocket and his eyes went wide, “Oh shit! Next Thursday, right at midnight!” He said in a slight panic.

“So soon?”

“Shit, yes. I’m all booked up from the 17th to the 24th. S’what Eddie told me.”

“Oh, nice!” She grinned and he smiled.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be sick. I’ve really missed doing those long winded sessions. It’s been so long I don’t know if I can hang any more.” He smiled, “And ummm, what about you? After everything with your family?”

“It’ll be fine. Julie has a little friend group here that gets together for the holidays. They do a secret Santa and a fancy dinner, it’s quite cute.”

“And what about New Year?”

“Same thing, they get together and have a dinner and games.” She said.

“Sounds like fun but if you need anything at all or are feeling down please give me a call. I’ll make time for you, you know that right?”

“Yeah.” She smiled and he kissed her forehead before hugging her tight, “Did this plan of yours extend to dinner?”

“No, just have one more thing for us. It’s the fun bit.” 

“OK.” She giggled, “Want to join Julie and I? It’s pizza night. Once a month Julie allows herself to have her favorite junk food since she’s on a really strict diet considering her health.” She explained and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, if it’s alright with you both.”

“Of course, we always have leftovers and to be quite honest I don’t really like pizza, but I eat it for her, you know?”

“You don’t like pizza?!” He asked incredulously.

“I prefer the little breadsticks. Why can’t they use the same sauce for dipping the breadsticks on the pizza? That’s one issue! And well, also cheese doesn’t really agree with me.” She explained.

“It makes you toot, does it?” He inquired with a grin and she laughed softly.

“I would much rather it make me toot. It makes me sick, like puke sick.” She explained and he frowned.

“Oh.”

“I know, can have one small slice and that’s all.” She explained and without any warning he crouched down a bit and wrapped his arms around her before lifting her off of the ground and she shrieked out in shock before he started spinning them around. His boisterous laugh was so contagious.

“Oh my god!” She laughed loudly along with him until he abruptly stopped spinning them and slowly set her down and she slid her hands up to his biceps.

“Made myself dizzy there.” He said quietly as he pinched his eyes closed and she giggled and tip-toed, hoping to catch him with a surprise kiss, but he was quite tall and with the mushy and wet sand beneath her, the pressure of her trying to hoist herself higher actually sunk her into the sand and her lips missed the intended mark but smooshed right where his cute little mole was and he blinked his eyes open as she slightly pulled back to look at the glossy little mark she left behind and smiled and continued to bring her hand up to smear away the oily residue with her thumb.

“Sorry, s’a cute little thing.” She said of his mole and he smiled meekly.

“You’re a cute little thing.” He hummed, deflecting the attention away from him and right back to her. She smiled as her eyes stayed fixed on his, they were so pretty and clear as the afternoon sun shone into them. God, she was so into him it hurt her.

“Cute enough that you’ll think about kissing me?” She asked with a smile and he smirked.

“I think about kissing you for an ungodly amount of time, love.” He responded, “But by now you must know that it doesn’t stop there. I’m a man of action.” He said lowly as he leaned closer to her.

“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded, tilting her head up, following his movements as he inched their mouths closer together until his lips brushed against hers and he smiled before closing the gap with a slow, yet ardent kiss. She was obsessed with the way they moved together, in perfect harmony with each other. His big hands always ended up holding her face with the utmost care, it made her swoon and after a few more seconds of being completely swept away by this captivating kiss they parted to inhale a proper breath before she smiled up at him and he sighed and slightly shook his head, “What?”

“Seeing you smile at me makes it incredibly difficult to not kiss you non stop until we both can’t breathe or even think. Specially when I know that I’m the reason you’re smiling.” He said quietly, as if this beach were crowded and the message was solely for her. She felt her heart just about melt into mush as his words processed and she just surged up and kissed him quickly once more.

“I’m so fucking fond of you.” She breathed out when she pulled back and he smiled.

“I’m fucking fond of you too.” He whispered before kissing her forehead before he pulled her into his chest and they both exhaled simultaneously as the waves continued crashing into the shore, this was the perfect soundtrack to this moment. Things rarely felt divine or perfect and this afternoon with him, despite how hard her day had been, was the perfect day, she wasn’t sure what more could happen to make it any better. This was it.

“H, I do want to go on that date with you, by the way.” She confirmed, “I realize I didn’t really say anything before, but I would really like that. Having more with you.” She smiled timidly and he grinned.

“Best thing I’ve heard all day.” He hummed, “Well apart from you kidnapping bugs to keep as pets and naming said bugs Dottie and Spottie. And we can’t forget Steve!” He laughed and she rolled her eyes as she laughed and pushed him back slightly by the chest.

“You’re so annoying.” She grumbled and he was quick to latch his fingers into her belt loops and pull her back into him.

“Yeah, sorry about that but you’re stuck with me.”

“Mmmm, not necessarily, not yet!” She reminded, “So behave.” She warned and he grinned.

“You do deserve me to behave, don’t you?” He reasoned, “You’re always so good for me.” He said and she bit her lip while she nodded in confirmation, “I’ll behave.” He grinned and she smirked.

“So, what’s after this?” 

“So remember how I said I just kept driving down the PCH?” He asked and she nodded, “Well, I saw a sand dune it’s not too far from here. There were families climbing up and racing down or using like plastic bin lids as sleds…” he said and she smiled, “It was really cool and it looked like fun. I wanted to try it, we don’t have anything like that in England, or at least not that I recall.” He explained.

“OK, yeah, let’s go!” She grinned and he smiled and they hurried to pack up. Soon enough they were back in the car and Harry was peeling out onto the highway and it was only about a mile down when he pointed at it.

“See, it’s there!” He grinned excitedly and her eyes went wide. It was huge, you had to climb up a good distance of the mountain to reach the top of the dune. Harry was under no illusion that Y/N would want to climb up the sand dune with him. It was a long way up and if she fell she’d be completely full of sand and dirty and he didn’t want to make her feel like she had to, he really just wanted to do this and he’d be grateful if she could take a picture of him after he’d come down at full speed. The day he drove by everyone looked like they were having a total blast as they raced down, some people did fall others were fortunate not too. He’d been so caught up in watching that day that he almost rear-ended someone, but it just looked like one of those things that you had to try and that’d you’d love the memory of it in the future. It looked liberating and like good wholesome, nostalgic fun. He slowly steered out onto the shoulder and as soon as he shut off the engine Y/N reached down to slip out of her shoes.

“Wait, you want to go up with me?”

“Are you kidding? Hell yes!” She grinned and she leaned over and kissed her.

“It could get messy if we fall.” He warned and she shrugged.

“We can have a shower at mine, I’ve got plenty of clothes that’ll fit you.” She assured and he grinned.

“Yeah, alright let’s do it.” 

The hike up was exhausting. Walking on the sand is hard enough, now imagine doing it uphill; even Harry had to take a break towards the middle of the dune and he was in excellent shape. Y/N was just reminding herself to breathe through her nose and was fighting for her life to be able to keep up with him. When they made it to the top they were a bit sweaty, but the cool breeze helped remedy that. The clear view into the ocean was magnificent and so breathtaking.

“That’s so fucking gorgeous.” He expressed with awe as he looked out at the vastness of the ocean before them, “And we have it to ourselves?” He said before turning to her and she grinned.

“This is epic.” She agreed, “So are we racing or what?”

“If you want to lose, yes.” He smirked and she narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah, OK… we’ll see about that!” She said and without any warning she started running down.

“You fucking cheater!” She heard him yell and she started to laugh loudly. 

She started picking up momentum a lot faster than she anticipated, she was nearing the halfway point and her legs could hardly keep up with her. She could hear Harry close behind her and soon they were running down the sand side by side with big smiles and laughs flowing freely from them, the wind whipped past them and carried the sand being kicked up from their sprinting away and into the air. They were getting close to the bottom and they had to start slowing down lest they end up running into the middle of the 1. Of course, in their attempted to slow their runs the first person to go down was Harry, he dug his foot in too hard and started to roll down a few times and as Y/N spared a glance back to laugh at him she too lost her balance and fell into the sand but thankfully she was closer to the bottom and the sand was not as dense there so she did not start to snowball down like Harry. She was panting and laughing as she pushed herself up, she was definitely all sandy and she turned around to see Harry about 30 feet away from her still on his back and laughing loudly. She climbed up to him and saw that his eyes were pinched shut as he laughed.

“Guess I won.” She teased and he scoffed and went to open his eyes and immediately groaned.

“Fuck, there’s sand in my eyes now.” He griped, “And also you’re a fucking cheater.” He said as his eyes started to tear even as they were pinched shut and she grabbed his hand.

“A win is a win.” She teased, “Sit up, I’ll help you.” She said and as soon as he was sitting up he started to rub at his eyes with his fists to help his tears expel all of the sand, “You alright?”

“Yeah, s’almost out I think.” He grumbled and then started to slowly blink his pretty green eyes open.

“Here, let me blow a little air into your eyes.” She said and crouched down and used her thumb to drag his undeyes down a bit, “Look up, for me.” She instructed and he did so and she blew cool air into his eye for a few seconds and he quickly blinked it shut as more tears fell, “Is it out?” She asked after a few moments.

“Yes, thank you baby.”

“Course, now the other one.” She said and they repeated this process again until his eyes were free of sand. His face was still sticky with tears and rough with sand though, she didn’t even want to think about his hair, her own hair! They were in for a mess when they showered.

“Can’t believe you’re that person…” He laughed and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, with how competitive you are I’m surprised I lasted that long. Was half expecting you to trip me or something.” She joked and he laughed.

“I would, but I’d never admit it if I did.” He confirmed with a grin and she rolled her eyes.

“That was really fun.” She announced with a big smile beaming on her face.

“Even if you’re all full of sand?”

“Yes! It was very worth it!” She giggled.

“Fun enough to do it again?”

“Today, no. I’m too lazy to climb up.” She confessed with a grin, “But I would definitely do this with you again in the future.” She confirmed.

“Cool.” Harry smiled, “Well, I am going to go again and I need you to record so I can show my mum.” He said and she felt her heart get all melty and warm inside of her, “She’s gonna love this.” He said with a big grin and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, alright. The phone’s in the car?”

“Yes.” He smiled, “Here are the keys.” He said reaching deep into his front pocket and handing them to her and she hurried off to get his phone as he started climbing back up. It was then that she realized that he was slowing down for her, not taking a break at the halfway point because he was now going up at a faster pace and when he reached the top she held up her index finger, indicating for him to wait a moment as she set his phone to record and then put a thumbs up and he returned the gesture before he started running down the sand dune again. She giggled quietly as he sped down and the closer he got to the bottom the clearer his big smile was. She was zooming into him so that his mom could see just how much fun he was having. There was a pretty sizable boulder near the bottom and being the show off he was, he veered toward it.

“Oh my lord, H…” she mumbled lowly as he went straight for the boulder, “Be careful!” She shouted instinctually knowing that he would try to be a show off and jump over it. She literally gasped as he propelled himself up and sighed in relief when he made it clean over the boulder before he started to slow down as he came to the bottom and started running towards her now.

“Did you get that?!” He called as his sprinting started becoming a jog.

“Yeah!” She shouted back and soon he was coming to a halt a few few away from her and she smiled at him and he returned the gesture as she stopped the recording, “Your mum’s gonna love it.” Y/N said as he walked up to her and she handed over the phone so that he could look at the video and she leaned into his side to watch with him. 

Harry couldn’t help but smile as he heard her quiet mumbles of concern when he started heading towards the boulder and her shout warning him to be careful, the gasp, the sigh of relief, it was sweet how much she cared and he used his free hand to pull her into his side as the video started to come to an end.

“My mum’s going to appreciate you fretting over me the most.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“Yeah, you’re a wild one, someone has to look out for you!”

“Well, thank you.” He hummed as he leaned down and puckered his lips before she tiptoed and kissed him quickly, “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” She smiled.

The drive home was nice, they both hummed along to the radio and he told her about the tattoos he would be working on in England, and they held hands the entire way. When they arrived at Julie’s place they made sure to shake off as much sand as possible before heading inside.

“We’re home!” Y/N called out and hearing that made Harry smile and feel warm inside.

“Oh, Harry’s here?!” He heard Julie call from somewhere and he also loved that she automatically assumed it was him who she had brought in. Soon enough she was coming out to the front door as they carefully took their shoes off.

“Heard it was pizza night and I could not miss out.” He explained and Julie smiled.

“Oh yes! Happy to have you, the more the merrier!”

“We won’t hug you because we just came form a sand dune and we’re a mess.” Y/N explained.

“Oh yeah, no worries.” Julie laughed.

“H, you can have a shower first and I can go shake out your shoes outside.” Y/N said.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” She insisted, “Can you get him a towel, please?” She asked Julie who nodded.

“Course! C’mon, Harry.” She said guiding him back as Y/N stepped back out and banged Harry’s shoes together to get the sand out of them. Julie soon peaked out and Y/N smiled as she did the same thing to the shoes she was wearing.

“Do we still have that battery-operated handheld vacuum? There’s so much sand in the car.” She said to Julie.

“Yeah, I’ll go grab it.” She said and hurried back inside. Y/N reached into Harry’s tote at the entrance of the house and grabbed his keys and soon she and Julie were heading out to the car and vacuuming up as much of the sand as possible.

“So what’s going on with Harry?” She asked with a grin and Y/N smiled.

“He asked me out, so we’re going to date. Don’t know the plan he has yet but yeah, we’ll start going out.” She said timidly.

“Finally!” Julie grinned with excitement and Y/N blushed, “What about Christmas, does he need someone to spend it with?”

“No, he’s going back to England on the 15th.”

“So soon?”

“He’s finishing up some big pieces before the holidays.” She explained, “But I’m glad he’s going to be going home for a bit. I know he misses his family more than he lets on.” Y/N said with a small smile.

“Yeah, that must be nice for him. When’ll he be back?”

“I didn’t ask, but I assume until the next year at some point.” She explained and Julie nodded.

“And what about you? Are you going to try and mend things with your parents or are you joining my holiday extravaganza?” She asked with a lighter tone.

“I think I need some space from them so you can count me in to your festivities.” Y/N grinned and Julie squealed in excitement.

“I will make it the best one yet!” She assured. Soon they headed inside. Y/N peaked down the hall briefly to see the bathroom door still closed before following Julie to the kitchen.

“OK, Harry’s still in the bathroom so I’m gonna hop in your shower.”

“Well I’m about to head out and order the pizza, I heard of this new place downtown where they have great vegan pizza, I know cheese fucks you up and now that you have a boyfriend I can’t risk you having explosive diarrhea.” She teased and Y/N scoffed.

“Oh my god! Also, he’s not my boyfriend.” Y/N clarified and Julie rolled her eyes, “Can’t you order on the phone, don’t want him to be all alone when he gets out.”

“I tried, they’re new so they must be busy, they’re not answering and their DoorDash is not active. I’m sure I’ll be a while.” She huffed.

“OK, well good luck. I’ll see you in a bit.” She said before heading out to grab their totes from the front door and take them to her room. She quickly texted his phone then headed off quietly over to Julie’s room.

********

It took Harry a while to get the sand out of all of his nooks and crannies, but when he finally did he realized that he had not asked for any clothes beforehand and stood in the bathroom with his ear pressed to the door for a good five minutes to hear if Y/N was around, he then peeked out into the hallway and called for her and no one came, he didn’t want to wander around and make Julie uncomfortable so instead he wrapped the towel securely around his hips and scurried across the hall into Y/N’s room. He shivered at the cooler temperature and just grabbed his phone before sitting on the edge of the bed. He then saw her text to take his time and that she was showering in Julie’s room. He didn’t want to search around her drawers for clothes so he grabbed the TV remote and stayed put. It was about ten minutes later when Y/N tapped on the door lightly before slipping inside and closing it behind her. She too was wrapped in her towel, hair dripping wet as she shivered.

“Forgot to grab clothes.” She said through chattering teeth.

“You forgot to give me clothes. Was calling and calling for you, m’sure Julie thought I was dying.” He said and she frowned.

“Oh my god, Harry! You could’ve looked around, you must be freezing cold.” She said heading over to her cabinet to find him something, “Also Julie left to get the pizza. S’gonna be vegan I hope that’s alright with you.” She informed as she pulled out a t-shirt and some sweat pants.

“Yeah, m’not picky.” He said and she stood back up and turned towards him.

“Perfect.” She smiled and set the clothes down blindly as her eyes raked down his toned and tattoo-infested chest. He was dry by now but that didn’t mean he was any less lovely to look at. Harry felt a little shy as she looked over him, but it made him feel good about himself, he worked hard for his physique and he was glad that she found him attractive, “You’re kinda hot.” She said softly with a smile and he chuckled.

“Kinda?”

“Yeah, kinda.” She teased and he shook his head as she kept him humble. “Now that I have you here in the nude let me see how your tattoo is healing up!” She said and he chuckled again and carefully raised the towel on his left thigh to expose the tiger she had inked in there about three weeks prior. She crouched down again to get a closer look and she smiled as she looked it over; it was healed now and it was looking really good, “You don’t have to flex your thigh, you know?” She teased as she gently pinched the underside and looked up at him through her lashes. 

That look in her eyes did things to him. Just her in general turned him on so easily and the only thing he could think about as she looked up at him like that was her pretty lips parting to fit his cock inside of her mouth. God, she would look so pretty like that. Taking his whole cock in her mouth and drooling for him. Next thing he knew she was leaning closer and pressing a quick and innocent kiss to the tiger she had inked into him and he swallowed thickly and tensed up as his cock started to grow hotter and thicker.

“What happened?” She asked when she looked up to see his eyes pinched shut.

“Nothing, nothing your mouth’s just really close to my prick and I got a little riled up.” He said as he blinked his eyes open, “Sorry. It’ll go down in a sec.” He said and she shook her head.

“No, it’s alright.” She assured him and then glanced down to the slightly tented part of the towel over his hips, “How long’s it been now?”

“I’m not sure.” He said and and she bit her lip before running her tongue over it.

“Can I suck on you? Please?” She asked as her nails gently raked down his thighs, making him shiver as he breathed out sharply through his nose.

“Always get me with those fucking manners.” He mumbled before just unwrapping the towel and letting it fall to the sides and she literally moaned and salivated as she saw his semi-hard cock resting over his perfectly round and swollen balls, it hadn’t even pushed out of his foreskin yet. She inched closer on her knees and let her own towel fall as she brought her other hand up to his right thigh and then she just looked up at him with those puppy-dog eyes but not touching him there without his permission, “Fuck, so pretty. You’re so pretty, baby.” He complimented and she smiled.

“Thank you. But I really just want to suck you off. Please.” She keened once again, “Please. Been so good for you.” She reminded, her patience was wearing thin.

“No you haven’t,” he huffed out a mocking laugh, “You cheated today.” He said and she pouted, “Good girls don’t cheat. Do you think you deserve to suck me off after that? I don’t.” He said decisively and she huffed and looked down at his cock and balls just sitting there so close, just within her reach. It couldn’t be helped as Y/N licked over her lips and swallowed down the saliva her mouth was producing; Harry saw this and it was making his impeccable sense of self-control start to fray.

“No.” She agreed sadly, “I’m sorry. What if I just put in my mouth? I won’t suck it or do anything if you don’t want that. I just want to feel it getting all big and hard on my tongue.” She said meekly and he whined softly, his cock growing a little bit more at her suggestion, he was trying to hold back but the thought of his cock resting on her tongue was enough to have him throw his self-torture out the window.

“Fuck, wanna keep my cock warm in your pretty, little mouth, baby?” He asked with a devilish smirk and she nodded.

“Yes. Please.” She said and he groaned and spread his legs wider, nonverbally asking her to come closer and she did and glanced up at him.

“Go on then.” He said quietly and she leaned in, eyes still on his as she parted her lips and let her bottom lip drag against his tip and then she used her tongue to lift his cock just enough to get it into her mouth and she made sure that her eyes were on his as she sunk lower and he moaned as he was finally in her wet and hot mouth. Harry was trying his best not to reach for her hair because this would surely end in him fucking her mouth until he was coming ropes down her throat.

Y/N on the other hand was fighting the battle of her life in order to not suck on him like every fibre of her being was begging her to do. She was salivating and it was getting to be too much and she slightly closed her mouth and Harry groaned as he felt more pressure around his prick as she attempted to swallow down some of her saliva.

“Holy shit.” He moaned lowly and his eyes squeezed shut as he started to get harder at the pressure her swallowing put on his prick. He wanted to come in her mouth so bad, he knew she was a little come slut now, knew she wouldn’t mind him unloading it all in her mouth. His resolve was wavering surprisingly fast. Besides he wouldn’t be seeing her in weeks, he needed to at least have a new memory of her getting him off for his spank bank.

It couldn’t be helped as Y/N’s saliva started to drip from the corners of her mouth, Harry was almost at full size and he was too big for her to even attempt to swallow it down at this point. She hoped he liked things sloppy because she would soon be dribbling down her own chin and making a mess. His tip was now pressing into the back of her mouth and she just wanted to sink a bit lower so that all of it could be in her mouth. She could feel his cock starting to slightly twitch and throb with need.

“Look at you making such a mess, should probably stop now. My cock’s too big for you little mouth isn’t it, baby?” He asked and she shook her head as she looked up at him, “Sweet of you to deny it, but I’m not blind.” He said and he watched as her eyebrows creased inward and he suppressed his grin with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he brought his index finger down to wipe the string of spit that was dripping out of the corner of her mouth and then he sucked it between his lips and hummed. A small whine left her throat and he grinned, loving the pinch of her nails into his thighs, a clear sign of her desperation and withering resolve “God, dying to suck me aren’t you?” He asked and she nodded as best as she could and he hummed, “How wet’s your little pussy for me right now, hmmm? Show me.” He commanded and she slid her hands down her naked torso and her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth opened wider as she circled her clit in passing towards her entrance where all of it was collected, “Did I say to touch yourself there?”

“Uh-uh.” She muffled out.

“Then move it along.” He said and she sighed and reached further between her legs and swirled her fingers around there before bringing them back up and showing him her shiny and stringy with arousal index and middle fingers, “All that just from feeling my cock on your tongue?” He asked mockingly and she whined again as he pulled her arm up higher and leaned down to her fingers and his eyes met hers with a mischievous smile, “Let’s play a game.” He said and she felt a shiver course through her body, “you do what I do, OK?” He said and she hummed in understanding, “Get me out of your mouth and grab my cock.” He said and she looked distressed about it but listened to him. She was finally able to swallow properly and then she looked up at him awaiting his instructions.

Harry then leaned in a bit closer and tapped her sticky fingers to his lips three times and she glanced up at him as she tapped the tip if his cock to her lips and he smiled. Then he kissed at her finger tips and she licked over her lips before kissing the very tip of his cock, the little dribble of pre-cum there glossed over the center of her lips and he grinned at the thought of making her lips all shiny with his pre-cum instead of some lip oil or other product. Y/N was vibrating with anticipation as he parted his lip and breathed onto her finger, it made her inner walls flutter and pulse with need and she did the same to his erection, puffing out a warm breath over it and watched it twitch in her hold. He then circled her fingers around his tongue and she bit her lip as she got closer and parted her lips to let her pink tongue roll out and she guided his cock to circle around it.

“Good girl.” He whispered and she smiled up at him as she pulled back. He then used the tip of his tongue to massage right against the small crevice between her two fingers. She was confident that she understood what he wanted and so she raised his cock just a bit more and her eyes met his as she started to massage her tongue against his frenulum, that sensitive little bit right under the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” He exhaled with a smile, “Love how you know that. Know about that spot.” He said lowly and she nodded as she pulled back and he bit down on his lip, losing his resolve, “Do it again, don’t stop until I do something else.” He said and she was eager to get back to it and he groaned as she tongued at his sensitive spot. It was sending shocks of pleasure through his stomach and down to his toes. Her hand was resting at his inner thigh, keeping his legs parted for her to fit her kneeling body between his. And as he relished in the feeling of her tongue massaging the sensitive parts of his erection he then glanced down once he felt her thumb just lightly tickle at his left testicle. She was reaching out towards his balls and it was making him lose his mind, “Fuck, you can touch there, baby.” He said and she was quick to move her hand to his sack and gently rolled his balls in her warm and smooth palm.

This was so fucking hot, Y/N was nearing her boiling point. She didn’t even noticed the slight pain from kneeling over the rough carpet for however long this was going or the fact that she was naked and a little cold, she was relishing in everything he was guiding her to do. With the way he used his tongue on her cunt and now on her fingers she knew that he probably had given an excellent blow job or two in his day and something about that drove her wild. She wanted to prove to him that she could take good care of him too, as good care as he liked to take of his partners. She then reeled in her thoughts when he released her fingers.

“Get ‘em wet for me again.” He said and she was quick to comply and offer them back up to him and he inhaled deeply once they were in his face and then he used the very tip of his tongue to roll into the crevice between the very tips of her fingers and she let go of his balls to adjust his prick so that she could do as he had done, “I’ll hold it for you.” She said and her hand went back town to fondle his balls, “Don’t be shy, you can squeeze if you want.” He said and she moaned as she gave a light squeeze and then proceeded to take her mouth to his cock. She licked and dipped her tongue against the slit at the very tip of his cock and he groaned. Y/N moaned at the taste of his pre-cum that steadily bubbled up from deep in his balls, up his shaft, and out of his little hole there. She wanted to taste his come so bad. No, she needed to taste his come again. Badly. It was taking every morsel of will power in her not to suck at his tip and draw out more. She needed more.

Harry’s abs were practically trembling at the teasing touches he was having Y/N inflict on him. His balls felt so full and achey as they drew up a bit, his bodies way of indicating that he wanted to come. He wanted to keep teasing her and himself in the process but she was being so good for him, so patient and respectful. She’d been wanting this for a while…

“Fuck…Fuck it, just suck my cock, baby. Please.” He panted and she didn't have to be told twice. Y/N sunk down until she was right up against his little bed of pubic hair without a single second of hesitation and he groaned at the feeling of his cock pressing into the soft spot at the back of her mouth, “Fuck, that’s it, Y/N. Take my whole fucking cock.” He moaned as he watched through teary eyes, he was so overwhelmed and on edge as she dragged her mouth up and down his cock and he sucked the arousal off of her fingers “Rub on your clit for me.” He commanded and she was quick to bring her hand down and circle her swollen little bud, it caused her to moan around his cock, “Oh fuck, make me come, baby. Please make me come with that perfect mouth.” He panted as his fingers scrunched into the bed covers as she started to pick things up, “Shit, that’s it, Y/N. S’so fucking good…” he praised as she gulped and slightly gagged as she took him deeper. Her head game was other worldly as she she focused on the tip and teased and tongued at the spot he had guided her to previously. His abs and thighs were trembling as he neared his orgasm.

Y/N was also getting close as her fingers tickled her clit in quick little swishes. She wanted him to use her to get off, that would certainly help push her over the edge. She sucked at his tip fervently loving the way his moans and praises for her started to pour freely from his parted lips. She loved that he was already getting close, but she needed him to take over. She pulled off of him and he whined.

“Fuck my mouth. Please, want you t’fuck my mouth. Use me to get off.” She said and he frowned, looking like he was hesitant, “I was bad today, wasn’t I?” She asked and he groaned, “Use me, please. Teach me a lesson, daddy.” She pleaded and then immediately bit her lip in worry as the name just slipped out of her mouth. She froze for a second, unsure of how he would react, but Harry was just trying to collect himself. He’d always been curious about the daddy kink, but he didn’t want to ask someone to call him that, he wanted to earn that title from his partner. He wanted them to feel he was a daddy just as much as he felt he was one. And Y/N felt it as much as he did.

“Fuck, baby girl, daddy can fuck your mouth,” he said lowly as he reached his right hand around her head and she moaned as he started to push her down until she was back against his pubic hair and he held her down for a few seconds, feeling her throat bobbing around the tip of his cock without a single whine or sound of complaint, “Oh, fucking hell…” he hissed as he started to thrust up, getting deeper and deeper until she was moaning as her orgasm started to approach, “Shit, I’m about to come.” He warned, “Want it down your throat, like daddy’s good little cock slut? Hmmm?” He asked and she moaned louder in response, “Good girl, was gonna unload there anyway.” He grunted as he continued thrusting a bit more. She was barely breathing through her nostrils and was choking on his cock, the lack of air was making her feel lightheaded and that in tandem with her fingers blurring over her clit was making her start to unravel, “Fuck, here it comes, baby.” Harry grunted and a couple seconds later he was stilling and she felt the first warm spurt hit the back of her throat and she moaned as she started coming at the same time. 

She moaned as his warm, creamy sperm filled up her mouth and it kept coming and coming because it had been a while and he had a lot to give. She was struggling to swallow it all down and what a shame that was because she was loving the taste. She moaned as she worked herself through her orgasm and his was lasting as long as hers, it was incredible and erotic and somehow intimate as he came down her throat but gently scratched at her scalp in soothing motions at the same time until he was whining from the sensitivity and let the grip on her head relax and she pulled back and swallowed the cum in her mouth before she inhaled sharply but never the less she was nuzzling against his cock, kissing and licking at it, still hard despite the huge come he just had. And she also kept rubbing at her clit, already feeling another orgasm coming on because this entire thing had been so sexy and she didn’t want it to end. Her tongue then lapped down at his balls and she started sucking at them as he moaned and groaned before she sucked one into her mouth. She then felt a little range of motion and opened up her eyes and glanced up to see Harry fisting at the tip of cock as she sucked at his balls.

“Fuck, keep going, baby. Got one more for you.” He panted and she moaned as that mere confession had her thighs trembling as she started to come undone again and he grinned as he watched her get herself off to the thought of him coming for her twice, but it couldn’t be helped, she was fucking phenomenal. He has no idea what came over him, but suddenly everything was feeling better and like it was orchestrated perfectly as he listened to his instincts, staving off his need to come until she removed her fingers from her sensitive clit, “Lay on the bed.” He said quickly and she did and he stood over her and continued jerking his cock off with his right hand as his left hand guided her to open up her legs for him and he looked at her sticky and fluttering pussy as he masturbated over her. He suddenly leaned down and opened his mouth and she was quick to bring her cum-coated fingers up for him to suck and he groaned as he tasted her, he loved her taste, “Oh fuck, gonna come.” He panted and pulled back a bit and he went around the corner of the bed, the spot he had been sitting when he was waiting for her and he knelt over her, “Close your eyes.” He warned and she did so quickly and then she felt the little spurt of warmth streak over her face and her lips, “S’mine, right?” He groaned and she moaned in response.

“Yes, daddy.” And then she felt another spurt trail from her breasts to her tummy.

“That’s mine too…oh shit.” He panted.

“Yes, fuck yes.” She whimpered and then he got off of the bed and she felt him stand back between her legs. And then his cum started painting over her spread out pussy and she moaned at the feeling.

“This little pussy’s all mine, too. Fuck, you’re all mine, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned as his orgasm coursed through him.

“Yes, daddy. I’m all yours.” She moaned again and then she felt his tongue over her cunt, licking up his mess. And he worked his tongue over every stream of his sperm that had painted her skin. She was completed covered in goosebumps and shivering under his sensual licks and touches, it made her feel completely unhinged. She was complete mush for him as he  straddled her to be able to kiss and lick the cum off of her face and finally his lips smashed into hers ardently. She just wanted to be close to him and she hugged him tight as one of his hands gently landed over her throat and the other tangled into her damp hair. 

They made out for what felt like ages and the heated kiss slowly started to slow down. He eased her out of it by transitioning them from the tongue-heavy make out into long and deep kisses and finally into shorter pecks and finally to those little eskimo kisses, he nuzzled and rubbed his nose against hers tenderly until her pretty eyes fluttered open and met his own. The way she was looking at him shook him deep into his core, but not in a way that frightened him, in a way that made him want to feel that way forever. She trusted him completely now, she’d let him in all the way. She looked perfect like this.

Y/N couldn’t think or even figure out what it was that she was feeling all she knew was that she felt completely at peace as she looked into his eyes but her body was so alert and alive. Like every cell in her body was feeling a euphoric rush but there was no other way to express that. She was trembling on the outside, but inside she felt like she was on fire, on fire for him. She saw him smile lightly at her and he then kissed her nose and she blinked slowly at him.

“Got you there, didn’t I?” He asked quietly and she just hugged him tighter, needing him to be closer. Even the sound of his voice was impacting her, she could feel it rolling through her like waves. Harry used one of his hands to slightly lift her up off of the bed and he sort of dragged them further up on the bed so that he could lay down too and she curled into him, “I’ve got you love. You were so good. Did so good for me.” He whispered as he squeezed her body reassuringly. She seemed to be getting impatient with feeling so out of sorts and tried to push herself up while still being all trembly and floaty and he smiled at her, “Hey, take your time, baby.” He said softly before kissing her forehead, “S’this your first time feeling like this?” He asked and she nodded, “OK, just hold me, breathe with me.” He said quietly, “Remember, like you had me breathe with you at the housewarming party? Just like that, baby.” He hummed comfortingly and after a few deep breaths Y/N buried her face against his throat and started to cry. He understood that this could be overwhelming and she had just dealt with so much stress from her family, “Shhhh, it’s OK. I’ve got you, love. I’m right here.” He comforted her softly with long rubs up her naked back.

“Oh my god, I don’t even know why I’m crying…” she whimpered against his throat and he smiled.

“Who cares, just feel it out, baby.” He continued reassuring her until a few minutes later she had collected herself enough, “Alright now?” He asked her and she nodded as she drew back with a slightly puffy face and a sniffle.

“Thank you.” She whispered and he leaned down and kissed her lips.

“Course, baby.” He smiled and after a moment of silence he spoke up again, “Was that OK? Did you like feeling that way?” He asked cautiously and she nodded, “That’s called subspace.” He explained gently and her eyes widened a bit, “When I asked you if you wanted me to take control of your pleasure this is what I meant. But I don’t have to try and get you there every time if you don’t like it.” He said, “I know it can be a lot and really take it out of some people.” He said. She had heard of all of this but it hadn’t ever happened to her before.

“What did you do to…get me there?” She asked him curiously.

“I didn’t do anything, I wasn’t even trying to do that at all actually.” He admitted, “I think it was a lot of things that could’ve led to that happening.” He said and she hummed, urging him to go on, “I know I’ve been holding back a bit from you and edging you like that, depriving you can get you feeling really desperate and on edge. And well on top of that you let me take the reigns, just left it all up to me, and well you’ve been under a lot of stress and were having big emotions…Maybe subconsciously you knew that you just needed to surrender and I think when the mix of all of these things was just right it caused you to slip into subspace.” He theorized and she hummed pensively.

“As the person in charge do you ever feel that way?” She asked.

“No, not really. There is this thing called topspace though, not everyone believes it’s a thing, but I think that happened to me. Like towards the end there when I…came all over you,”  He said a bit timidly, “Like I wasn’t even thinking of doing that I was just flowing with what felt right and I wanted everything to be so good for you and yeah, it just felt like what you needed and so I did it and it felt really good and not even because I was having an orgasm, but just because I could see what it was doing to you and…I don’t know,” he chuckled, “That’s never happened to me before.” He confessed and she leaned up and kissed him.

“Well, intentional or not that was incredible and I would be OK if we tried getting there again.” She said and he smiled down at her.

“OK, baby.” He said before squeezing her tight and groaning, “I’m really going to miss you while I’m gone.”

“Me too.” She frowned, “You can call though, whenever you want.” She said and he smiled. 

“You already said it! No take-backsies.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“Nope, no take-backsies.” She grinned. 

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[clangen]

FAQ

Are you a ClanGen developer? I am not apart of the development team.

Are you the official ClanGen blog? Nope, the official ClanGen blog is @officialclangen.

Would you ever give the username to the official blog if they asked? Of course, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Did you make these sprites? I've put the sprites together in a way that resembles the character but the actual sprites themselves were made by the people who've contributed to ClanGen.

Something in the sprites you've posted doesn't exist in my game! You're either using an outdated release of ClanGen or I've pulled something from the development builds that hasn't come to stable versions of the game yet.

I don't like how you made this character look... Sorry, the sprites are made to reflect my own vision of the characters. I may re-do characters exclusive to books I haven't read yet. A lot of my choices are based on impressions, so my vision might change. If your grievance is that I forgot to include an injury, please let me know! I reference the wiki so this shouldn't happen, but I'm always capable of making mistakes.

You didn't answer my ask! Sorry, it's not intentional. This blog has sparked in popularity and with that, my askbox gets new suggestions everyday. If I haven't gotten around to your request, it's one of three things: 1. It's still far back in the queue. 2. The character you've asked for has already been posted/requested. 3. Tumblr simply ate your ask (or the post i've placed into the queue).

How do you make the sprites? I edit the save file of a single cat and use the "zoom-in" profile feature.

How many people are behind this blog? Just one battle cats fan.

Can I reblog your posts onto my roleplay blog and/or tag as kin? Go for it! I don't mind at all.

Can you make my OC? Warriors has a lot of characters, adding OCs onto my plate would be overwhelming if I'm being honest.

What will you do when you finish all the characters? I might leave the blog as is and come back to update it when new characters enter the series. I've thought about doing designs based on rewrites I really enjoy as well. Is the blog dead? If I'm ever gone for a long time without notice it means I'm just taking a break for one reason or another. I'm very particular with my digital spaces and never silently abandon accounts for clarity. Is it okay if I like-spam or reblog-spam? Go for it.

#faq #not sprites #long text #long post

[chibitantei]

|| Muse as a deity. ||

Rules: Think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or OC) within their story. Fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! Multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters-just a few, or all of them. Please repost, so the dash isn't clogged with reblogs.

God of: Primarily justice, balance and transience.

Associated with: The moment of clarity, mono no aware, resilience, quiet places, nightfall, old books, mysteries, rain.

Sacred plants: Maple trees.

Sacred stones/gems: Jade.

Sacred animals: Black cats and crows. Appearances can be deceiving. 

Colors: Dark shades of blue, silver, black and white.

Food: Sashimi, but accepts most simple foods such as ochazuke.

Scents: Petrichor and coffee. For those living along the seaside, they associate the sea breeze with her.

Accepted offerings/ways to honor: She has never cared for extravagance or excessive offerings, especially from those who try to escape judgment. She does not respond to those who pray to her with malicious intent, but she keeps track. One day they’ll find themselves losing something of value, as if it were punishment.

Tagged by: @ama-tcra-su

Tagging: you

#Dash Game: Files to Review #the most ungodly god we ever did see

[funlovingfuzzball]

If you ever looked at my following list, this might not shock you, but if you didn’t, it’s time to introduce us. Yes, us.

I’m Raie, she/her. I’m the system’s primary protector and a Temeraire introject. Anyone familiar with the series would know why I couldn’t find this less shocking now that I figured out my source. Yes, I do have phantom wings, tail, horns, and tendrils. I also definitely attempt to call the divine wind when furious and then remember I’m very not able to do that here. Personal policy: all sourcemates are AU versions, you are not *my* Iskierka and especially not *my* Lawrence. My Lawrence is long gone and my Iskierka is source-exclusive. 200+, female, and you pronounce it “Ray”. I bite, but only if you make me.

We also have two others who are defined enough to be named and explained here. The rest are still fuzzy and haven’t claimed names. We all accept she/her, and are figuring out individual pronouns still.

Lily - she’s the sole known little and fluctuates between 6-12 years old. Very much a trauma holder, look up “catkid” if you want clarity. Rarely fronts. If she wants to clarify more, she will later. Pronouns unstated.

Arya Nightjar - this one’s my fault. Many apologies to Arya, who was directly my creation. She was a D&D oc who I was using as a masking persona in theory, and when I discovered we were a system she finally made herself known. I had actively formed an alter based on the oc and had been dragging her into front when I didn’t know what to do. First thought: “whoops”. Second thought: “oh good god I’m sorry that sounds like hell”. Owlin druid, misses flying. Weird sense of humor. She’ll also clarify more later if she sees fit. Individual pronouns unstated.

If you want to classify us as an evil multi-origin system or some shit based on Arya, I probably don’t want you following me. She was technically made on purpose, but I had no clue what I was doing, so please just treat her as an oc-introject. Also, please don’t force us into syscourse. I am pro-belief (all else being equal, if someone says they’re a system they’re probably not lying) and we don’t have a public stance on endos. Lastly, be nice, and I’m not letting Lily publicly show up on the blog until you’ve proven you can be normal to me, an introject, and Arya, an intentional creation. If you can’t deal with us, you don’t get access to the little. You got it? Good.

Hope this doesn’t freak anyone out.

-Raie

#written and saved to drafts by Raie #posted by no one mentioned here #Poster’s notes: #I’m not going for alter anonymity or anything I just ended up in front this morning and don’t know who I am yet - none of those three thoug #we’ll probably make individual alter introductions eventually as the cast grows #we just don’t have enough of us yet who are both well-defined and have fronted since we started this to write them yet

[oddmawd]

“BEYOND THE FRACTURE” - An ABO!Villain!All Might x OC Fanfic

SYNOPSIS: Naohana lives a simple, ordinary life. She’s just an average beta with an average quirk. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be.

Too bad for her, All Might — the most feared villain in the world — believes she is something else entirely.

A chance encounter ignited smoldering obsession, and now Naohana finds herself inexorably drawn to a powerful Alpha intent on claiming her as his mate. Adjusting to her unprecedented situation won’t be easy, but thanks to her newly stirring omega instincts, she's running out of time to embrace (or reject) her new life.

But what kind of “life” could it be if you ignore the call of destiny?

All Might is determined she’ll never find out.

[Villain!Alpha!All Might x OC]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

PAIRINGS: Alpha!Villain!All Might x OC

RATING: M in chapter 1 & 2, E beginning in chapter 3

WORD COUNT: 4k in chapter 1

GENRE: Romance, Sm*t

FANDOM: My Hero Academia (Boku no Hero Academia)

CHARACTERS: All Might, Original Characters, Endeavor, Aizwawa, Recovery Girl, Sir Nighteye, Midnight, Shinsou, Midoriya

TAGS & WARNINGS: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Canon-Typical Violence, Villain Yagi Toshinori, Villain All Might, villain AU, Kidnapping, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Scenting, Scent Marking, tagging Dubious Consent to be safe since this is ABO and heat cycles are Like That (but they’re going to have a good relationship so like, I really am just tagging it to be safe), 

⚠️ MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

CHAPTER 1 - Excerpt

About the clock on the wall above her desk, Hayashi Naohana knew two things.

The first was that the clock was her best friend during the long hours of the graveyard shift, because every tick of its hands promised freedom.

The second was that the clock was most certainly her worst enemy, because its hands ticked at the slowest crawl imaginable.

She heard with painful clarity her best-friend-and-nemesis counting down the seconds every time the phones stopped ringing, which was often given the late hour. Long stretches of silence (her other, less well-liked friend on the graveyard shift) kept her and the clock company. Other than that, she was alone. Civilians liked to think calls for heroes came often at night — the time of day they imagined most villains must skulk about — but they’d be surprised by the reality Naohana knew all too well.

Even villains slept. And the baddest villains — the ones with actual, media-given names — rarely acted at night.

The reason was obvious once you thought about it. Villains who operated under the cover of concealing darkness acted in the express pursuit of subtlety and subterfuge. They didn’t want to get caught, so most of the time, they didn’t. They conducted their business in secret, and when evidence of their nefarious deeds was discovered in the hard light of day, the heroes were finally summoned to clean up the mess. Or (more commonly still) heroes were already aware of the villains’ plans through their vast network of informants, and they met the villains via coordinated missions and well-timed precision strikes.

That meant random calls for heroes were few and far between. And since Naohana was the one manning the phones in the dead of night on the off chance a villain tripped an alarm and a hero needed quick dispatching, she knew firsthand that it was far more likely for the heroes get called the next day to pick up the pieces than it was for a nocturnal villain to make a ruckus.

No. Most villains who made a name for themselves weren’t the kind who skulked after nightfall. They were the kind who reveled in a daylight audience, blowing up buildings and running amok under the sun’s harsh glare. No one could turn from their theatrics when they were so well-lit. They wanted cameras. They wanted crowds. They wanted attention.

And that’s why Naohana, lowest on the ladder of dispatchers at Endeavor’s hero agency, got assigned to the boring night shift instead of the exciting daytime edition.

Naohana hadn’t asked to be on the night shift. Alas, she was the second-newest dispatcher, so she understood her placement upon it. There was a pecking order, you see. There was always a pecking order in the workplace; she’d bounced around enough of them to have discovered that fact for herself. Thus, as was only natural, the senior dispatchers got the better shifts — the daylight and evening hours with lots of activity and some semblance of a work/life balance.

Case in point: Sumire never shut up about her dating life when they met up at Sumire’s end-of-day and Naohana’s start-of-work. Naohana and Sumire shared a desk, Sumire by day and Naohana by night, and they met each day when they changed shifts for a brief prep-session before the changing of the (dispatcher) guard.

“Naohana,” Sumire had said the first day they met just a few months prior. Her pink cheeks had curved into round moons when she smiled; she smelled like orange blossoms, a gentle scent that put Naohana at ease at once — and that tipped off Naohana at once that Sumire must be an omega, her scent a literal anti-anxiety drug in Naohana’s beta nose. “We’re perfect partners!”

Despite the relaxing effect of Sumire’s scent, Naohana lifted a skeptical eyebrow.

“Don’t you see it?” Sumire said with a happy smile “‘Hana’ means flower and my name is a kind of flower. We’re the flower desk, eh, Hana?”

Naohana had smiled tightly in return. She didn’t like the nickname very much. But at least Sumire decorated their desk nicely, with cute floral notepads and a matching set of mugs for them to share on their respective night-and-day shifts. All Naohana had contributed was the scarf draped over the back of her chair. She wasn’t the type for clutter.

And that remained true months after she started working at Endeavor’s agency. That night, like most nights, she spent the time at her bare-bones desk staring at the clock on the wall (that frenemy that ticked away so slowly, taunting her and promising a reprieve in turns). Thus far, no villains had reared their ugly heads, and no heroes had needed dispatching during her long shift. She had precious little to do but sharpen pencils during her downtime. All her reports had been filed, timely and efficiently the same night they were generated. The other offices in the enormous dispatcher’s wing — just a stone’s throw from Endeavor’s corner office at the far end of the floor — were empty this time of night. Only a few other dispatchers occupied the lower floors. Naohana had nothing to do and no one to talk to, so she just...sat there.

Watching the clock.

Listening to her best friend — her worst enemy — tick.

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hi piedad and adam is one of thee relationships of all time, they're so!!! could you possibly tell me more about them 👀? if you want

i would love to!!! especially because i can tell you just about everything because there aren't any spoilers to keep close to my chest. these are fandom ocs so i can just go crazy go stupid

adam got to chb when he was around 12yo. his mum is an honest to god rockstar so she was always busy and was very excited about basically having a free babysitting service for her kid. adam, for all intents and purposes, grew up in chb where he was Immediately claimed as a son of apollo. though he got his taste of the mortal world going to school in new york. he's one year older than piedad, making him one year younger than luke (for clarity sake). he received the music powers from apollo, so while he has some prowess with first aid and he's a really good archer he can't do stuff like healing magic. his powers all all music related which is why his main weapon is a magic electric guitar he asked the hephaestus cabin to make. i mention this because piedad has music powers as well and it's fun because they can't use their main demigod powers on each other. he's also colombian btw!

piedad got to camp when she was 13yo. she's from an old money family in puerto rico but was sent to boarding school in chicago where she did ballet. it took a while after getting to camp but she was eventually claimed as a daughter of urania, the muse of astrology, which meant she would basically be sticking around cabin 11 for the rest of her years there. as part of her powers she got: music magic as i mentioned (her magic instrument is a violin), navigation using the stars and foresight. if you've seen me mention piedad being the "genre aware character" that's where the foresight comes in. without putting you to sleep with the long explanation she basically knew of luke's tragic fate the whole time but kept it to herself, as he fatal flaw is apathy. adam's fatal flaw is arrogance

all this to say: they're childhood friends. pretty much grew up together. piedad is not a year-rounder like adam, she's a strictly summer camper (sometimes winter break). in my (mine and my friends' this is all from our pjo rp) version of pjo there's a whole generation of campers that are luke's age or even a little older. adam and piedad fit into this "clique" of campers who are all pretty close, most of which switch to kronos' army when luke leaves because they're disillusioned with their role as "pawns of the gods". adam was one of the few who stayed in chb.

piedad making the switch to luke's army was... complicated. her closest friends left but she stayed in chb because she Knew of luke's fate. but by staying at camp she realised there wasn't a place for her there. she was a claimed, almost 20-something low risk demigod taking up space in cabin 11. her status as traitor wasn't revealed until the battle of the labyrinth where she fought on luke's side.

adam and piedad were technically together up until her secret was revealed. i don't think they ever put labels on the relationship but their internal monologue definitely uses boyfriend and girlfriend and they 100% see each other as an ex after breaking up by virtue of... the circumstances.

in our version of pjo piedad goes with luke on his quest for the golden apple along with hudson (a son of hypnos who belings to @chaoticdecember). we changed luke's quest partners dying to getting Seriously Injured. piedad did technically die though lmao, that's when she got the vision of luke's fate. it's also how she got the scars you might have seen mentioned on some excerpts, ladon gave them to her.

details between botl and tlo are a little fuzzy regarding adam/piedad. but during the battle of manhattan they had a 1v1 that had to turn into melee because, as mentioned, their offensive powers (music) don't work on each other. adam's main weapon is the bow (son of apollo) but he's decent enough with a sword for close combat purposes. piedad uses knives almost exclusively. it was during this 1v1 that adam got fatally wounded by piedad, he has a star-shaped scar on his gut where she stabbed him to kill. though not really because she knew his siblings could heal him.

what else is there to say. sun/stars ship. day/night. rockstar bf/dark academia gf. friends to lovers to enemies to lovers.

Oh. of course. piedad technically works with adam's dad lmao??? she becomes a sibyl after the battle of manhattan, as a war criminal, because her premonition powers caught apollo's eye so now she's under his protection (i could also write you an essay about apollo/piedad). the reason adam is at piedad's apartment in those excerpts is have been sending it's cause apollo sent him there because he likes starting situations lmao

#i could keep going but this got super long lmao #i didn't even get into their character psyche which i totally could do #answered #( ship ) sunstars #( wip ) greek tragedy!