#selfshiptember
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18+ best friend Megumi x reader
wc 1100
things got a bit out of hand...
selfshiptember; 12 // first kiss
The idea of giving away your first kiss is a daunting one. You feel anxious and pressured about it, your peers already well ahead of the game. And at eighteen, sure, it’s ok if they want to have all the freaky sexual experiences you wish they didn’t tell you about. But for you, that kind of thing has never come easy.
You get so hung up on the feelings in any possible romantic relationship, dawdling around wondering if they like you for the right reasons, only for them to become impatient, put off by your timid nature.
And sure, some of your friends tease you for it, but that’s just how you are.
But there’s one friend, your best friend, who never speaks on the matter. In fact, over time you realise he’s never spilled a single detail of his own intimate experiences. And that’s got you curious.
“Megumi,” you peer over at him from your desk after finishing another study session, “how was your… first kiss?”
He’s lying comfortably on your bed, his dark eyes pulled from his book, staring at you before he shakes his head, “haven’t had it.”
“Oh”
He knows you’ve been worried about it recently, getting hung up on what all your friends are telling you.
“You shouldn’t compare yourself to others”
“Yeah, but,” you feel a bit shy admitting this, “it’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just hard to find that…”
“Connection?”
“Mm” you smile, feeling comforted by his understanding. But it’s always like that with him. If nobody else gets you, it doesn’t matter. You know he will.
There’s a long pause, Megumi’s eyes dropping down to his book again.
“Do you think we–” he stops, frowning slightly that his words aren’t coming out, “do you think we might have… a connection?”
You jump at the sudden unfamiliar tingle that surges through your stomach and chest, making its way to your cheeks. It took you off guard, but that felt nice.
And, of course, you’re close, you support and appreciate each other as best friends do. How could you not feel connected to such a person?
“Mhm” you give him a little nod.
“So… what about me?” he asks, hesitation fading as he notices that pretty blush on your face.
You tilt your head to the side, “hm?”
“Why don’t you kiss me?”
The end of his question leaves a stifling silence in the air, like the calm before the storm.
And before you know it, you’re standing from your desk chair and kneeling next to him on your bed, like he’s pulling you in with invisible rope.
His hands are releasing his book, instead finding your shirt and the back of your neck, squeezing and tugging you closer.
He leans up, your lips drawn together, so close you can feel his breath.
Leaving you no time to overthink, he grabs you and seals your lips with his.
“mmf–” your voice is muffled by his sudden contact.
His lips are soft and hot, all of your senses overwhelmed by him.
And he pulls you closer still, his hand working into your hair.
You feel his mouth open a fraction, his tongue gently sliding over your lip. Your body reacts before you can think, opening for him, feeling his tongue with your own.
The kiss gets feverish, your breathing becoming erratic, mouths opening wider to taste each other eagerly.
Then you feel his teeth.
The impact of his first bite makes you shake.
But the second time, once he realises you liked it, when he’s pulling away with your bottom lip between his incisors, has you whimpering.
“You like that?”
Fuck. Since when did Megumi talk like that?
You nod.
So he does it again and again, kissing and biting and sucking till he’s pulling you onto his lap with your legs spread.
You realise when he’s ripping your shirt off and your hands are tugging at his belt, that you both may need more than a kiss.
You get greedy, that little bit more turning into him unzipping his jeans, his cock slipping out.
Instinct takes over when he pulls your naked body onto him, over him.
He eases in, so gentle, leaving you lightheaded, fucking you with his tip, then half his length, until you’re sitting on him, taking him all.
And he ruts up into you on his lap, thrusting as hard and fast as his body will let him, grabbing at your hips.
You’re so desperate to tell him how good he’s making you feel– you want to praise him with all the pretty words you can think of.
But you can’t.
Because your best friend is fucking the breath right out of your lungs.
He’s just so deep and hard that he’s leaving you feeling choked.
Despite this, your lips part, intent on forming a sentence.
You take in a few ragged breaths, little vocalisations sounding on every exhale.
To your dismay and confusion, the words die in your throat. All you’re left with is–
“M-Megumi–”
And it’s ruining him.
Those beautiful, strangled whimpers are driving him insane.
He gives you a mixed look– it feels like anger, maybe pain.
He’s staring at your lips, the way they move and form his name.
If he hears it one more time he might do something hopelessly romantic. Like tell you he loves you, or ask you to be only his.
So he grips your neck and takes your lips in a desperate kiss, committed to silencing you with his tongue.
It’s intense and wet and hot, his cock digging into you deeper and harder than before.
Until his restless pumping gets you feeling something so pure and primal, you can only follow the rush, helplessly craving release.
And you know he feels the same, recognising the look in his eyes, not as anger or pain, but passion.
Now he can’t help it, he can’t hold it back anymore. That maddening thought in his head, the feeling in his chest, it just has to come out–
“I love you”
The deep tones of his voice, those three words, the unabated drag of his cock, all have you spiralling into your dizzying high.
“I love you too, Megumi” your whimpered reply leaves his hips stuttering, cock pulsing suddenly, shock and confusion crossing his face when he feels his hot load spilling into you.
“Fuck– fuck, I can’t– can’t stop–” he all but cries, pumping and filling you thoroughly, wondering how he could feel so full and empty at the same time.
“I, I didn’t– couldn’t– mmh–” you silence his apologetic stammering with a sweet kiss, watching his every feature become relaxed.
You hold each other, your lips moving slow and steady as you both sigh, coming down.
“How was your… first kiss?” you utter over his lips, earning a relieved smile.
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selfshiptember 12!!
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likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#female reader#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro#18+ content#megumi jujutsu kaisen#jjk megumi#megumi smut#megumi fushiguro smut#selfshiptember 2023#selfshiptember#self shipping
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Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (Gender Neutral)
Rating: Explicit
WC: 996
Warnings: Prompt is "Stalking", using cameras to spy.
On the screen, you move through your quarters. Gathering your data pad before settling onto your bed, you have no idea you’re being watched.
You should, Ramattra reasons. He did not ask for a Talon liaison to observe his progress, to live in his omnium while production continued. You’re here to observe him, it’s only fair he observes you in turn. He doesn’t trust Talon, no matter how much funding they’re funneling into his cause- your observations are just as useful to your superiors as guarantees of progress as they are intel for how to destroy him.
So, he watches. Usually he’s too busy to have only the feed from your room pulled up on his screens, but as it would happen, for once every production line is running smoothly. So it leaves him in his own quarters- not that he uses them much, so little time for rest- with the feed of you.
He’ll close it soon; whatever report you’re typing will be filtered through his firewalls, he’ll read it later. But then- you sigh and stop typing. A tap and it’s sent, a notification appearing in his own HUD. And on the screen you stretch, arching your back outwards, arms extending above your head, twisting to release the muscles there. One hand comes down to cover a silent yawn.
Out of curiosity Ramattra checks his logs; you’ve appeared in key areas and spoken with him several times in the last twenty hours. Yes, it would make sense you’d be fatigued. Living underground with no source of natural light, your circadian rhythms must be altered.
In truth it wouldn’t be so hard to find a way to adapt that aspect of his omnium for you. A timer on the overhead lights, dimming them every twelve hours or so, would be trivial. He won’t, however. He doesn’t need you here, does not need your reports to be accurate or legible. Even if you have… held his attention.
As much as he dislikes the reasons for your presence… it has been some time since he’s been forced to work so closely with someone else, much less a human. Your conversations, when not Talon-related, have been… almost enjoyable. A pleasant distraction from the all-consuming work before him.
It does not mean he trusts you, however.
Hence, he watches as you shift on the bed, sliding down a little further. He does not pay it too much attention, until you shift the datapad to your other hand- and that is odd, isn’t it? Humans avoid their non-dominant hand- while the other…
Ramattra grabs the screen and pulls it closer, pinging the feed to zoom. Your other hand slides over your chest, pausing here and there to caress yourself over your uniform. Is this…? Ramattra’s circuits race, chase any answer but the obvious. Fortunately you provide an even clearer explanation: the hand that roams your chest slips under the cloth of your pants.
Your mouth drops open, eyes fluttering shut, and very quickly Ramatta has realized he’s made a terrible mistake. His arousal subroutine auto-triggers, and Ramattra curses himself to ever leaving it engaged, curses more that it’s you that’s brought it out of its dormancy. A warmth floods his sensors, makes his out plating feel like they’re itching and Ramattra wrestles with it, even as it supplies fairly sound logic: it’ll feel nice, he was going to rest anyway, you’ll never know.
He’s about to kill switch it- when the mic on the camera automatically toggles on, a volume threshold is exceeded and a soft, airy moan rumbles from his display’s speakers.
Behind the last section of his paneling, his cock throbs. Ramattra’s fingers ache to take it in hand, but he resists. You, he fights the haze that clouds his thinking, you might still receive a call about that report. Yes, he can handle himself later, but now… he should be watching-
Your hand moves beneath the cloth, exact movements obscured. With the other hand, you hold up the data pad for a minute more, then drop it on the bed beside you. What were you looking at? The fact he could find it- you’re connected to his network- does not escape him. But it’ll be disappointing, he’s sure, less entertaining than- than you shimmying out of your clothes and delving between your legs again and-
The mic toggles on again.
”Ramattra,”
He- he misheard you. He must've. But his audials replay your voice for him, begging, pleading for something- something from him. He’s burning up, vents popping in a futile attempt to calm his racing circuits.
He nearly rips one of the joints of his panels off. The antarctic air is freezing on his cock, but his moans just at the feeling of his own palm finally surrounding himself. Now- now that he can see you, he doesn’t bother with shame. Instantly he matches your rhythm, his hand keeping pace with yours. You- this is your fault, you should know better, should know he’d be watching you and, oh, when you twist like that you look so-
“Yes, yes,” You pant, just loud enough for the camera to hear it. What was he doing to you in your mind, what did you want him to do? Don’t you know he could’ve heard you, even if he wasn’t watching?
“Ra- Rama-ah,” You cry out, tensing and twitching and-
A quarter of his systems are offline before he even registers the overload has hit, He shudders, makes some distorted noise and surrenders to the wave of pleasure that follows.
He wakes some ten minutes later, if his chronometer is correct. The camera feed to your quarters is still displayed- and his optics fight to refocus into a viable image. It seems you’ve fared about the same, splayed out on your bed, blanket haphazardly drawn over half your body. And you’re fully asleep, if the soft snores are to be believed. At least he can finally get some rest.
#Ramattra#ramattra x reader#ramattra x you#overwatch#overwatch x reader#overwatch x you#selfshiptember
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inspired by a 'selfshiptember' post by @strawberry--bat this year I have decided to do a 'jojo-centric' self-ship / oc x canon related event as well for the month of September. It's my first time doing this sort of thing so I hope y'all will participate! There's no need to tag your posts if you don't want to, but, if you'd like to feel free to tag it as #JJLNSSS. There is no obligation to post every day! Just thought it might be a fun little thing to allow yourselves to indulge in your ships. While this is jojo-centric, those from other fandoms can also join in as well of course! Have fun! ♡
**Note: This is my first time doing something like this. As a writer myself, most of these prompts are more like 'questions' really but any could also be answered with art if you prefer that way too. There isn't a 'right' way to respond... the goal is just to celebrate ships in the community and to encourage engagement and positivity.
JJLN: SSS PROMPTS:
01. Have your SI / OC introduce themselves.
02. How would your F/O introduce your SI / OC?
03. What does your f/o's friends / family think of your relationship?
04. Favorite AU?
05. How does your SI/ OC influence your F/O's canon story?
06. What does your F/O love most about you / your OC?
07. What do you love most about your F/O?
08. Tag a mutual (or a few) and compliment their ship.
09. Which mutual(s) would you want to go on a group date with and what would you do?
10. How does your F/O's stand express their affection to you? If your OC/SI doesn't have a stand let's assume they can at least see/feel their loved ones stand.
11. How would Araki describe your OC / SI in his author notes?
12. What is the perfect date for you and your F/O?
13. Write a love letter to your F/O.
14. What do your family / friends think about your F/O?
15. Describe your first date together.
16. Was it love at first sight or did it take some time?
17. Gush about your F/O - anything that's on your mind. :)
18. What would your F/O be as a hero, alternatively what would they be like if they were the villain?
19. If your SI/OC and F/O were in a different Jojo part which part would you want them to be like? What would they be like?
20. Tag a mutual (or a few) and compliment their ship.
21. What is your favorite season? Is it also your F/O's favorite as well? What do you usually do during that season?
22. If your F/O described you as a kind of animal, what would they describe you as and why?
23. Tag a mutual (or a few) and compliment their ship.
24. Is there a favorite article of clothing of your F/O's that you like to wear / cuddle with? Is there a favorite article of clothing of yours that they like to wear/cuddle?
25. Have your F/O write a love letter to you/your OC.
26. Are you the type of couple to play co-op or do you play games against each other? If you really aren't into videogames - consider this question in terms of other games that could be challenges whether it's board games or sports.
27. Does your ship have a 'ship name' or do you usually just write it as OC/SI x character?
28. What trope(s) does your ship fall under?
29. Are there any other characters your F/O and OC are close to? Can be canon or other OCs.
30. Say something kind about the self-ship community.
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(below are prompts that didnt turn out very good)
#selfshiptember#selfship#selfshiptember 2023#eddsworld#tord#original character#self insert#tord ew#fanart#puck art#IT WONT LET ME ADD A TITLE PRAY FOR ME#i suck at using this website sorry
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Selfshiptember day 2: arcade
#selfshiptember#selfshiptember 2023#lucyart#bender bending rodriguez#futurama#oc#oc x canon#self insert#self ship#digital art#csp#clip studio paint#benderlucy
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Selfshiptember Day 3 - Relaxing
Two god like babies deserve cuddles so Ezra gathers them up for chill time !
#selfshiptember#selfshiptember 2023#familial self ship#self ship art#self insert#familial f/o#familial fictional other#self insert art#hollow knight oc#hollo knight self insert#hk ghost#hk grimmchild#hk oc#doodles#fam: ghost tag tbd ⚔️#fam: grimmchild tag tbd 🔥🎭#s/i: ezra 🐝#jescove scribbles (art)
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selfshiptember day 3, photo booth pics 📸💕 this looks more like a comic but whtvr i like it
#selfshiptember#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#sundrop#security breach#fnaf sb#fnaf sun#swaghetti art#moondrop#swaghetti ocs#fnaf security breach#fanart#oc x canon#sun fnaf#fnaf moon#self insert#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sona#moon fnaf
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Monarch Sol and Wario dancing for selfshiptember! 🧄🌺
#selfshiptember#oc x canon#self insert#oc: monarch sol#I was originally gonna make this a fully rendered illustration#but I havent decided on a color palette for Sol so lines will do#edit: added image id#💛🧄💜#my doodles ♡
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Days: 6 -drawing eachother and 7 -romantic dinner at McDonald's;
I'm late sorry;
Also, day 7 was Brazil's independence day :D so.. happy late 7 de setembro!
#my art#selfshiptember#selfshiptember2023#self ship#oc x canon#self insert#sdv farmer#elliott sdv#sdv elliott#stardew valley elliott#farmer anna#sdv elliot x farmer#jojos bizarre adventure#jojo stardust crusaders#jean pierre polnareff#jjba oc#jjba polnareff#jjba x oc
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Selfshiptember: Napping Together
pairing: Ignacio x Natalie
summary: Ignacio finds a tired and stressed Natalie after she returned home from work
word count: 897
author's note: ignore that I'm a bit late to this cute event 😭 college takes up most of my time nowadays!
Finally.
After a long, tiring, grueling day full of stressors, Natalie was finally home. She was desperately looking forward to being able to relax and calm down, but it felt like everything was still going wrong. While walking up the steps to her apartment, she tripped and hit her knee against one of the steps. Then, while trying to unlock her door, she kept fumbling with the keys and dropped them enough times to make her irritated. And finally, to top it off, her important paperwork slipped out of her hands and scattered all over the floor as soon as she walked inside.
With a heavy sigh, Natalie dropped to her knees, careful not to put pressure on the one she hurt, and picked up the papers. She tried her best to keep them as organized as possible but her efforts were in vain.
"Is that you, mi amor?" Ignacio's soft voice called out from the bedroom before he appeared in the hallway.
"Yeah, it's me," She responded tiredly, still cleaning up the mess she accidentally made.
He walked out to greet her but noticed her dejected demeanor. She didn't have to say anything for him to know that something was up, "Would you like me to help?"
Natalie shook her head, "No, I got it. I'll just…organize them tomorrow, maybe. If I'm feeling up to it."
"Hmm," Ignacio crouched down to assist her anyway, sensing that she needed help and a little comfort right now.
They silently cleaned up together until every last paper was collected and haphazardly placed in a manila folder.
"Thank you," She gave him a weak smile, "I appreciate it a ton."
He nodded, "So, not a great day?"
All she could do was sigh in response.
"That bad, huh?" He frowned a little at seeing her so crestfallen.
"It was just…a lot." She confessed, "Too many things going on at once and all of them are very urgent and so stressful. It's too much for one person and one day."
He pulled her into a hug and softly pressed his lips against her forehead. Natalie just about melted into him and nestled her head against his shoulder. They stayed like that for a while in the middle of her walkway with Ignacio gently swaying the both of them back and forth and they held onto each other.
He pulled away only a little just to cup her face in his hands and rub his thumb against her cheek, "Take tomorrow off."
"What?" She blinked a few times in disbelief, "No, I can't."
"Sure you can. I will too." He smirked, "It's easy, you just call them and say you're sick."
She shook her head, "I have too much to do, Nacho."
"It'll be there for you later, right?" He gestured to their lazy attempt at organizing a pile of papers on the counter, "A day off would be nice to let you get all of that done."
"I'll get new work." Natalie's lips were drawn into a thin line, "I always do."
Ignacio brushed some hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, "Come on, mi vida, you work so hard. Can't you spend one day with me, hmm?"
"But-"
"Shush," He interrupted her train of thought with a light kiss, "If you take tomorrow off, we can finally do one of those little fall dates you've been gushing about."
Her eyes lit up as soon as he said that, "Really? You mean that?"
He smiled down at her, "Of course I do. I'll drive you wherever you want to go. Just say the word."
"...Fine." She chuckled before yawning.
"That's what I like to hear." Ignacio let go of her and instead grabbed her hand, "But, before we start planning anything, you should rest."
She nodded in agreement, "I am pretty beat."
"Let's get you out of those clothes and get you comfortable." He pulled her to their bedroom and swiftly unmade the bed.
Natalie was relieved to finally remove the stiff work appropriate outfit she was wearing and find something more comfortable to slip into. Ignacio followed her lead by taking off his shirt and only finding a pair of pajama pants to relax in. He crawled into their bed and beckoned her to come join him. It didn't take much else to convince her. She slinked into their bed and rested her head against his chest.
"There you go, cariño," His voice was a hushed whisper that was barely audible. He tangled his fingers in her short hair and combed through it as he watched her struggle to keep her eyes open.
The sound of his heart beating and his quiet breathing made all of her previous troubles fade away in an instant. She finally felt calm again after the terrible day she had. Her arms wrapped around his torso as she cuddled herself closer to him, slowly falling asleep.
Ignacio smiled to himself before leaning into his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. He thought about what Natalie might want to do with him on her fake sick day off before drifting off himself. One of his hands rubbed lazy circles between her shoulder blades and that repetitive motion relaxed both of them. Eventually, both fell soundly asleep while cradled in each other's arms, the worries that once plagued Natalie being quickly forgotten.
Tag list: @rainy-day-ships @bobmckenzie @wanderers-wife @cherrypieships @gideongrovel @nonesenseships @hollandmarchsdork @williameaston lmk if you want to be added or removed! ♡
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Selfshiptember Day 1 - Coffee Shop AU
Having a lon-lon-latte with everyone's favorite demon lord. Prompt courtesy of @strawberry--bat
#legend of zelda#loz#zelda au#the legend of zelda#eluart#self ship#self love#sksw ghirahim#ghirahim#ghirahim x oc#skyward sword#loz sksw#ghirahim fanart#self insert#selfshiptember#selfshiptember2023#selfshiptember 2023#self shipping#self shipper#self shipping community#f/o#fictional crushes#fictional other#digital art#oc x canon
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eating competition
18+ // explicit oral // Toji n Toru being competitive
wc 900
selfshiptember; 23
i'm obsessed with them being friends ok. ok
[ch. 236 didn't happen. he's here. he's alive. and well]
Your two closest friends, Toji and Satoru, are always in ferocious competition with one another. It’s not all about money, status and power– sometimes they sink lower, and today they’ve reached new depths after stuffing their faces with piles of greasy, fatty foods. They look up at you asking, “Who won?” with groans and sore tummies.
You look at their comatose bodies, prodding and teasing, giggling as they grunt and try to push you off. You just tell them to reevaluate their lives and step out of your apartment to go shopping.
☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★
You re-enter a couple of hours later to find your apartment clean and Satoru walking around topless, greeting you and pulling you to your room, explaining that they’re having a different competition now.
He gives you a grin and drags you inside, where you see Toji lying back on your bed in his boxers.
You huff, fed up with the pair’s ridiculous behaviour, “Is everything a competition for you two??”
“Honestly, you think we’re that childish?” Satoru turns to you with a chuckle, his eye contact making you shiver.
He pushes you onto the bed and crawls over you, reaching for your skirt and pushing it away, “S-S’toru what– what are you doing?”
The partial nudity doesn’t surprise you anymore. But Satoru’s hands on you, tugging at your clothes is new.
He gives you a little pout as you edge up the bed, incidentally getting closer to Toji, who turns to you.
He takes your hand in his and places kisses over your knuckles, explaining, “We’re gonna have a different kind of eating competition now, doll”
You’re left confused, looking down at Satoru who gives you a pleading expression.
“Will you let us?”
You swallow hard, finally realising what they’re asking.
“Ah… but you guys– I, I don’t know– it, it’s not right, you’re my friends”
“We can treat you so good, though, angel,” Satoru coos, kissing your legs, “‘n we need to find out who’s better.”
He bats those pretty lashes and has you nodding in no time, his long fingers pulling away your clothes.
☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★
And soon enough, his lips have found your clit, his tongue sliding through your wet folds as he starts on his mission to prove just how good he can make you feel.
Satoru has fun with you, smiling, pleased that you’ve already soaked his face.
“That’s it, angel,” he hums, “dripping so pretty f’ me,” he kisses and licks you over and over, “was so easy, hm, getting you so wet, so quick– and just look, look at your cream all over my tongue.”
He can’t help but pull himself away, sticking out his tongue to show you while shoving his fingers inside you instead, his thumb expertly swirling around your little bud.
“You wanna taste?” He moves over your body, eyes half lidded, his long fingers getting so deep while his wet tongue connects with yours.
“Dirty girl,” he comments, pulling away and biting your lip, enjoying how you're moaning while tasting yourself.
His fingers work magic inside you while his mouth finds your little clit again, licking and teasing, clearly enjoying every second while you get all fidgety and needy in his strong hands.
He hums with pride when you reach your first orgasm so quickly, riding his fingers while your hips spasm and buck.
Pausing to admire your afterglow for a moment, he licks up your wetness and switches places with Toji.
☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★
You realise too late that it may have been wise to let Toji go first, as he’s got you screaming and crying while he sucks hard on your sensitive bud.
He torments you, swirling his tongue round and round, his fingers pressing at your entrance.
Feeling you getting close already, he groans and pulls away, watching you squirm as he delivers a long strand of spit to your already soaked hole. He smears it around with his thumb, his eyes all hazy and transfixed on your body.
Enjoying how your hips are pushing up to his hand, he lines up his fingertips with your hole. “Go on then,” his eyes flick up and down “use my fingers if you want.”
And he watches you shakily move your hips up, taking his thick middle and ring fingers. You let off a moan and he chuckles, “Look what I've got her doing, Toru, must be better with me, hm?”
You just feel him sliding through you, your hips going up and down with increasing pace.
“You would've cum again by now if it were me, honey. Don’t listen to him,” Satoru comments, eyeing the way you’re humping Toji’s hand so eagerly.
He teases you with a few lazy pumps, then pulls his fingers out and attaches his lips to your body again, both big hands finding your ass and squeezing you up to his face while he relentlessly eats you.
He forces his tongue so deep, making out with your body and swallowing all that’s spilling from you. He really has no shame when it comes to eating a girl right.
He does it so messy and sloppy, letting off hot groans while sinking his nails into the fat of your ass.
Your mind suddenly bends, wriggling under his heavy body as he sucks your second orgasm from you.
He pulls away with a smirk, “Good?”
☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★
And they pester you relentlessly, for weeks, tagging anything they say to you over message, face to face, in public, at home, wherever, with “Who did it better, it was me, right?”
You always return glares or ignore them completely, still in disbelief that you let them get away with that.
It was only one night, your friendly relationships with both men maintained perfectly. They’re just more handsy, finding any excuse to touch you and make you feel good.
Now they’ve had a taste of you, they need more. So much so that they’re constantly vying for your attention and praise, their competition becoming more and more heated by the day.
But you love watching them fight over you.
You have a feeling you’ll never answer them.
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selfshiptember 23!!
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Operational Temperature
[Ao3 Mirror]
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (Gender Neutral)
Rating: PG
WC: 883
Warnings: None
His hand is cold, the surface almost freezing even through your gloves. Inside his heaters are warmed, pumping hot air through his chassis. As cold as he still is to touch, you can’t imagine how much worse it would be with them off.
Because neither the heat- nor the ill-fitting coat you insisted he take- is for his benefit. He’d mentioned it once, offhandedly, talking about his plans for his troops. The operational temperature range for military-grade electronics puts even Nepali winters to shame.
You, however, struggle with the icy stones, the bracing winds, and the sharp cliff faces that threaten every twist of the path up the mountain. But Ramattra does not let go of your hand, guiding you slowly, step by step. His legs are much longer than yours, and he’s still familiar with the well-worn trek, yet he waits and keeps pace with you. When you nearly slip, he catches you- which makes you jolt from the achingly cold metal- but he keeps you upright until you find your balance, and soothes you with a murmured, “Not much further.”
Far beyond the actual walls, you move further up the mountain, until the lights below become fuzzy glowing orbs instead of signs of shops or temple lights.
He stops and looks around at a particular flat area. There’s nothing here but snow and a large stone wall, intricately carved with geometric patterns, surrounding a relief of Aurora herself. You want to touch it, to feel the shape of her- and Ramattra sweeps his hand across the snow piling in front of the wall.
You laugh softly in surprise. Beneath the white snow is a bench, completely hidden. It seems no one else has been up here in some time. At least not since it got this cold. Ramattra wastes no time in cleaning it up, making space to sit- and then adjusting the parka to cover as much of himself as he can.
You sit beside him, leaning casually against him- and “Oh,” Because his chest is actually warm, despite how his extremities have struggled to keep their temperatures up. It must be intentional, because he ushers you to sit in his lap, pressing as much of your back up against his chest as he can. His legs are not nearly as warm, but the coat and your own snow gear minimizes the cold shock of his plating.
You sigh and lean back against him, let your head hang back on his shoulder. All you can think about is the incredible heat that radiates through to you. “How are you so warm?”
“I’m scanning my own system files,” He replies, and presses his faceplate against your jacket. His head is somewhat warm too, the processors running there. “I could count infinitely until we descend, but I found this to be more engaging.”
Kissing him would still probably freeze your lips to him, so you don’t. Instead you cover his hand with your gloved one, despite the cold, and squeeze softly. “Thank you. It feels nice.”
And finally- you can relax enough to look up. Up into the black void of space above. Here, the view is nothing like you had expected. Even just down on the mountain, the lights all around had obscured so much of the beauty- dots and specks of light like a stray splattering of paint in every direction. Whirls of color, a white-cream like clouds themselves, tinged with orange and green, a darker rift right through the center. This is why he brought you here.
“I spent much time up here.” His synth buzzes against your shoulder as he speaks.
“It’s beautiful,” You reply, “And quiet.” This far from the town outside the monastery, there’s no noise from the cars, the mines- no footsteps, no gentle hums of monks in contemplation. The only noise aside from Ramattra’s own internals and your breathing is the wind.
“Yes,” Ramattra agrees. “I had thought the surface above the omnium would suit me much the same, but it isn’t the same, is it?”
“It’s warmer here.” That isn’t even a joke; you’d never venture to the surface even with your own personal heater. Ramattra makes a noise that you’ve come to understand is his approximation of a scoff. “Besides, you have history here. Even if you don’t agree with everything, this place- Shambali- is important to you. Makes sense you’d like it up here more than the lifeless Antarctic interior.”
He hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t respond for a while, simply curls his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer into his warmth. It’s comfortable, despite the cold nipping at your toes. Your eyes wander the sky, tracing constellations and sparkling white stars you’ve never known before.
“I was here when I decided I’d had enough,” It’s so quiet you almost don’t hear him over the wind.
You squeeze his hand again. You don’t clarify, because you mean any of it, all of it. Even if it was just having to leave his favorite stargazing spot: “Do you regret it?”
“No,” Sharp. Immediate. No hesitation. Exactly what you’d expected, despite the contemplation he’d had before. But he also presses his faceplate to you again, nudges at your shoulder through your jacket. “I would not have met you if I had stayed.”
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Selfshiptember 2023; Day 1: Coffee Shop
Coffee dates become quite the unique experience when you live in a realm filled with beings constantly trying to kill you. Good thing your boyfriend is the Apex Predator King of this place
#bendy and the dark revival#ink demon#selfshiptember#selfshiptember 2023#oc x canon#batdr oc#batdr#bendy#don't know if im gonna continue colouring this way#precious' art
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Safeshiptember (except it's already October) 23: Listening to each other's heartbeats while cuddling
It's exactly one month past the original prompt date, but I don't mind xD I still plan to do a few more selfshiptember prompt because some of them gave me very cute ideas and I still have a few wips around.
I finally drew Heinz and Selina again, the prompt was literally perfect for them🥺 This is probably also what's going on in my daydreams for a good chunk of the time, just me and him cuddling and spending a quiet and peaceful everyday life together. It's been an awfully long time since I last drew him but I still love him so much💕
#somehow I've been on a roll with drawing lately ughh I'm so happy I can express my love for my f/os💖#f/o: 🚂#self ship#self insert x canon#self shipping#selfshiptember#safeshiptember#self insert#villain f/o#fictional other#2nd dimension doofenshmirtz#heinz doofenshmirtz#dr doofenshmirtz#alternate doofenshmirtz#phineas and ferb#across the second dimension#fanart#digital art#selniasart
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Selfshiptember day 1: coffee shop
#lucyart#digital art#futurama#clip studio paint#csp#bender bending rodriguez#self ship#oc x canon#self insert#oc#selfshiptember#selfshiptember2023#benderlucy
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