#selfshiptember 2023

[m-ayo-o]

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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!!

megumi m.list

likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[heartcoric]

(below are prompts that didnt turn out very good)

[robosexxxual]

Selfshiptember day 2: arcade

[roseyjustice]

Selfshiptember Day 3 - Relaxing

Two god like babies deserve cuddles so Ezra gathers them up for chill time !

[elufire]

Selfshiptember Day 1 - Coffee Shop AU

Having a lon-lon-latte with everyone's favorite demon lord. Prompt courtesy of @strawberry--bat

[preciouslittletoonette]

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

[cupcake--knife]

The prompt was coffee shop date but I ended up sitting on Toudou instead of sitting with him

[maratus-araneae]

First post for selfshiptember 2023!! I think it's gonna be all about Crawford this year, haha. You can find the fic here!

I wanna thank @strawberrybattt for putting this together again this year. Last year was a lot of fun, even if I only did a few works.

[depressed-trashbag]

Selfshiptember 2023, day 1: Coffee shop

Wow, Night is actually attempting another challenge real?

Anyway, ahaha-

He lives rent free in my brain.

[kermitgotlost]

Camping In Aperture words: 725 characters/pairing: Wheatley/Kermit, GLADoS makes a cameo towards the end. tags: camping, fluff warnings: fire mentioned also posted to ao3 | divider

“Is this a good spot?” Kermit held Wheatley tightly into his hip, the soft heat emitting off of his round metal body.

Wheatley’s big blue eye shrunk in size as he scanned the area. The area in question was a rat den, scattered with empty bean cans and flattened cardboard boxes that had clearly been used as beds and tables. 

“Uhhh, sure.” he nodded, the two proceeded into the den. Being higher up in the building, a small crack in the wall allowed for a view of the sky. Tonight revealing the full moon. 

Kermit tip-toed over class, sitting in the corner room. Just above a painting of her. From where he was sitting he had a good view of the crack. Placing Wheatley down next to him, Kermit ruffled through the tattered backpack slung around his back. From it he pulled out crumpled newspaper, twigs, an aperture science branded lighter, crackers, marshmallows and chocolate. 

Kermit made a small bundle of paper, twigs and cardboard. Using a lighter (aperture science branded of course.) Kermit lit the newspaper on fire, a small flame rising up.

“Ah!” Wheatley exclaimed, his blue iris shrinking as he stared into the flame. 

“What's wrong?” Kermit turned to him.

“That's not going to set the building on fire- is it!?” his body struggled to shuffle away.

“Nah.” Kermit shrugged Wheatley’s worry away “She won't let the building burn down” Kermit leaned back onto the wall, obscuring her head from the graffiti. 

“Truetruetruetruetruetruetruetruetrue-” Kermit pulled him in tighter. 

“Is it time to roast a marshed melon yet?”

“I-” Kermit rubbed where the bridge of his nose would be if he were human “I told you it was pronounced marshmallow.” 

“Not according to my research. Noooo- no.” Wheatley chuckled. “In Star Trek 5 Sp-” Kermit broke out into laughter “Why are you laughing-”

“That's-” Kermit laughed more, wiping tears from his eyes as he attempted to explain.

“The joke is that Spock calls it a marshed melon, it's not actually how it's pronounced.”

“Oh-” Wheatley went silent, watching as Kermit used a leftover, clean looking fork to roast a marshmallow. The soft white clump of sugar turned black as the flames consumed it. Kermit blew the flame out, squishing it in between crackers and a small square of chocolate. Biting into it, a small train of white goo and crumbs got stuck in the fur of Kermit's chin. 

“You got something on your chin.” Wheatley broke the silence.

“Here” he wiped away nothing.

“No. Too you’re other left. You’re right!! You’re right!!” Kermit wiped off the excess food.

“Thanks.” he smiled. “If you had hands you would’ve gotten it the first time.” Kermit giggled. 

“Do you ever think about having hands? And arms? Hands with arms attached to them.”

“No.” the sounds of his internal fans grew more and more intense. His way of blushing. Images flashed in his mind of hugging Kermit, holding Kermit, carrying Kermit bridal style. Holding Kermit by the chin and drawing his face closer for a kiss(?)

“Ow!” Kermit exclaimed in his visions as Wheatley’s round body slammed into his head.

“That's a silly question. Why- Why would you ask that!?”

“Sorry.” Kermit giggled “That would look pretty silly wouldn't it though? Especially if you had no legs.”

“It would, wouldn't it? Well atleast I have you to be my arms- and legs.” he nodded.

“Is the marshed melon- marshmallow any good? I would have some myself but- errrrrrrrr-”

“Eh, it's fine.” “Nice and smokey”

The two sat in silence. Kermit grabbed Wheatley by the handles, placing him on his lap. The two looked up at the crack in the wall. Staring at the large full moon, a soft yellow glow covering the two.

“YAWWWWN~” Kermit stretched his back out. Lying down on the floor, leaving Wheatley laying next to the small fire.

“Kermit? Kermit!? Kermit!” in the corner of his view he spotted Kermit lying down, clearly in deep sleep. “Bloody hell! Who’s going to get the fire out?”

“I will.” she, GLADoS, spoke. Sprinklers extinguishing the flame.

“Kermit told you that I wouldn't let you two idiots burn down the building.” The sprinklers stopped. 

“dont burn down the building” her voice mean and condescending.

“thanks.” Wheatley mumbled, water sliding down his round body. “he’s not an idiot. . . were not idiots. . . ” “i think we're not at least.”

[kay-selfships]

day 7 - modern/fantasy au

tried to give them some casual more modern outfits, and furina still loves her courtroom dramas (while i’m happy to listen to her ramble about them of course)

[m-ayo-o]

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.

toji | m.list

selfshiptember 23!!

likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[askthelovenest]

I'm going to try to do both challenges that have been presented this month! But with a twist!

I'm going to try these prompts with f/os I haven't shown any love for. I'll go down the list so I don't stress myself out. If you guys want me to draw a particular selfship, let me know! I'll consider it!

I'm not gonna color these pieces however because that will take DECADES for me to do.

EDIT (9/1/2023)

It has come to my attention that the Selfshiptember challenge was created by a proshipper. With that being said, I deleted the reblog amd I'm only doing the other challenge. I'll be reblogging the post that brought this up momentarily.

[robosexxxual]

Selfshiptember day 7: romantic dinner at mcdonalds

[roseyjustice]

Selfshiptember Day 5 - First Meetings

The man was…tall, really tall. He oozed an aura of theatrics. The cape around his shoulders flowed in a dramatic arch, adding to his performance and imposing silhouette. He was smiling at Ezra, almost saccharine, showing off his rather alarmingly pointed canines. 

The man's red eyes shone in the shadows and his smile. His smile held promises of only the most devilious of delights.  "Tell me, my friend," the man purred, extending a bejeweled hand down to help Ezra to his feet. Ezra felt his throat run dry, catching a glimpse of the man's clawed fingers. 

"Was it you who called upon us?"

Welcome to I didn't wanna finish a sketch and am pleasantly surprised by the finished product lol

I talked a bit about Gri.mm and Ezra's first meeting here but the brain worms invaded and I just had to draw and write a blurb for it!

I might write a longer scene/fic later but for now I hope y'all like this 💕

[elufire]

Vaati Comic for Slelfshipseptember "We All Make Mistakes" 1-4

this started as a joke in discord i swear

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