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Happy 50th post <3 !! Continuation of this yuji drabble here !!

Imagine—by force (and immense hunger) you managed to sit up and take some bites of the chicken wings. Yuji's eyes proved over you nervously, before catching a wing that your shaky fingers could no longer take hold of anymore.

His hands find yours slowly, aligning your clammy palms against his, before intertwining your fingers.

God, you're freezing.

"Baby, your cold." He whispered, resting his free hand on your cheek. His thumb idly rubbed it, holding you as your head collapsed into his palm. "Really cold, you're like a corpse," he almost laughed a little. All you could do was huff. Even laughing made your stomach hurt.

"..you wait here, okay? I wanna take care of my boyfriend," he kissed the top of your head, adjusting the blanket around you before he made off.

cold, you were cold. And in pain.

You didn't like the loneliness, it made everything worse. Yuji made the pounding, painful world warm, even if it was momentary.

You shuddered before collapsing face first into your pillow again, whining. "Yu..yu.." it hurts. It really hurts. Mentally and physically. No man cries this hard over pain. No man bleeds out of a cunt. No man has a cunt. No man..no man..

You felt the couch dip behind you, the blanket being peeled off of your sweaty pajamas. "I..dont know how to use these. But..I think it's something like this..?" His voice is soft behind you.

He hesitates before slowly rolling your pajamas, peeling the sticker off. He carefully lines it up to your lower back. He stares at it, momentarily, before leaning down and pressing a kiss against it. "My poor boy.." he whispers. He rolls your pajamas down, his hand finds your hips, slowly lifting them up.

He slips the rubber heater under you, the hot water sloshing as he lays you against it. You slowly turn, changing position from your stomach to your back, looking up to him.

He leans down, looming over you, and kisses you on your lips. Once, twice, again and again..

He shifts his body, softly thumping beside you, his corded arms wrapping around you like he'd never see you again. He rubbed your side as you nuzzled his neck, whimpering there. "My pretty boy.." he hums into your ear as he peppers kisses around your face, neck and collarbone—anywhere he could reach.

"Such a strong, handsome, lovely boy..I'll even fight gojo-sensei for you, or sukuna for you.." he giggled against your skin.

Your body ached—everything ached. But Yuji always knew how to make the world seem a little more bearable each time.

You smiled weakly through it all. "I love you too, my yu.."

I was sent to the bottom of the ocean for a few days .. (—w— ˇ) Imagine—Itadori doesn't get it. Not that he's trying to be dumb!! But..what does his boyfriend mean when he says pads with wings?

Usually, you were fully stocked. You always bought a week in advance and tracked the date of each period accordingly. He liked going shopping with you if it meant he got to distract and comfort you from the disorientation of buying pads as a trans-man.

But you didn't buy any last week—too caught up with working under shoko to catch a glance at your schedule.

So as you lay there, couch bound and sobbing with only the few spares that nobara could give (bless her poor soul) had when yuji caught up to her at her bus stop, before she headed off to Kyoto with maki.

And now the pad buying job fell on him.

He could count 15 people staring at him as he stared quizzically at the large array of colorful packages of pads lined up.

He didn't want to call you, his poor boy already in such distress and pain, so he went in blind—he was sure even sukuna couldn't help with this.

Pads.. with wings..

..sure.

—

The door of your shared dormitories opened, and you managed to peek out from under your blanket, shivering.

"Pretty boy?" He called out to you, walking in and sliding the door shut behind him. You could hear the plastic rustle of the plastic bags against each other.

..and..a very..savory..smell?

He ran over to you, holding out a plastic bag of pads. "I got you the pads!!"

And then he held out a box of chicken wings. "6 piece combo! Your favorite!!" He beams at you.

You can't even stop smiling yourself. "T-thank you..yu.."

You're so grateful you scored an absolute golden retriever.

(Bonus: and the pads he bought? Actually pads with wings too!!)

𓏲𝄢 FIRELORD ZUKO X FTM! READER

cw — semi-public sex , riding , praise , dub con breeding , babytrapping (?) , cervix fucking , lotus position , love at first (not really) fuck , zuko is so whipped for you title be damned !!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: shi idk

ʚ angel’s note ɞ what was originally another drabble to be chucked into the hidden.jpg tag ended up becoming something that lowkey deserves a title..oh consort x ruler dynamic how i love you. might write more for this concept if yall want ;3

ac: nthndn_

Super happy to have you here! Could you please introduce yourself?

Paadparadscha: Hello! I am Roksana, but some may know me under the name of Paadparadscha, a digital and (time-to-time) traditional artist from Poland :)

Fundamentally it might be insignificant to categorize art into subgroups, however I need to ask it. How do you define your artwork with all the technicality you integrate?

Paadparadscha: I have been thinking for some time about the wide-ranging history of art, how it percolates itself and how the past is referenced by the following masters a lot. Classification comes right after a certain art movement ends and its name might go through various changes until it matches the outlook of the timeline perfectly.

That is why I am unsure about the categorization but essentially it is what it is - digital, stylised art, mostly fanart, highly popular amongst young people. I prioritize texture and color, which I combine in abstract-like backgrounds, more or less blurring the boundary between the actual form and illustrative ornaments, resulting in a dreamlike image. My outcome in both digital and traditional art is inspired by the art of the end of 19 th and the beginning of 20th century: impressionism, post-impressionism, les Nabis group, Kapists and Young Poland period as well as the whole Art Nouveau itself.

How do you adjust the artistic balance between impressionism and post-impressionism since you oscillate in between?

Paadparadscha: I love said movements equally, but I must admit that in my traditional painting I have been shifting more towards early Auguste Renoir's style; that is what my teachers said. That is why impressionism is a bit closer to my heart.

Even though right now it is a mere imitation of the brush stroke, I hope that one day I will be able to fully devote myself to the true old ways of impressionism and paint like Claude Monet - his series of Rouen Cathedral depicted at different times of the day truly amazes me, how each stroke seems so perfect, especially because of how rapidly Monet had to work.

There are solid options to choose for digital art and illustration like Clip Studio Paint and Procreate. Do you think there are overmuch upsides and downsides among them to choose, or is it depends on an artist to begin from somewhere?

Paadparadscha: In terms of choosing the software, I would recommend trying out as many as possible, since it is completely up to the person. From my experience, the main issue might be related to the device on which the software will be running. Not everybody is able to afford a high quality PC with a glossy screen, displaying colors perfectly. Unfortunately at the beginning I had to deal with one that is the opposite, I was desperate to make it run smoothly with my Wacom Intuos Draw, but those two simply didn't like each other.

Currently I adore Procreate - a simple intuitive interface paired up with the mobility is perfect for those on the run like me. Not being stuck in one position while drawing is also very forgiving for the whole body. The only drawback is the limit of the layers, after all Procreate cannot be as advanced as Clip Studio Paint. It is meant for mobile devices only. For those who prefer stationary work and value good quality, I recommend CSP. There are free alternatives too, like MediBang Paint or Krita, which are good for beginners. The truth is that no matter what program a person chooses, with enough determination everybody is able to create something special. I know amazing artists who only need Ibis Paint, phone-sized screen and their own fingers to create a masterpiece.

As you mentioned before, starting from 2021 you are performing traditional painting with incorporating digitalization. I think it’s fantastic to merging altogether and reach a further understanding phase of what you do. What is your take on this matter?

Paadparadscha: Exactly, digital art is based on traditional methods, it imitates, but also broadens them. My abilities depend on traditional art.

I think that whenever I practice still life on a B1 canvas I make the biggest progress. The act of observing real objects and then placing them on paper, setting up composition and else, it is crucial for the development. While Procreate might not fully replicate the same effect, switching from traditional to digital art gives me a feeling of freshness and it helps me translate a newly acquired knowledge into a different medium.

Where is the essence of your creativity hides that urges you to draw?

Paadparadscha: Sometimes it's the hypnagogic state, I hallucinate colorful compositions which last mere seconds, for me it rarely works out and is rather unexpected. Surrealists used this method as a source of their inspiration. Mostly I rely on my mind and the process. While the general composition has to be planned carefully, in terms of colors and the atmosphere - I prefer going with the flow.

Would you like to share your influences that blooming inside like animes, mangas, music and beyond?

Paadparadscha: Ever since I was a child I loved and paid attention to anything that was animated. The first time I saw an old episode of Sailor Moon I could not take my eyes off it, especially because it had an artistic theme, something about special pencils. I love Yoshitaka Amano and Ayami Kojima's artworks, Bloodborne and Alice: Madness Returns concept art. I am a big fan of Love Death and Robots, I also recommend Houseki no Kuni and Cowboy Bebop!

Honor to have you here. Your closing words please. Tell anything you wish.

Paadparadscha: Thank you for reaching out to me, it was a really fun experience! I want to say something that I really need to hear myself sometimes: To my fellow artists - don't you ever stop drawing and don’t forget to save your copies! Goodbye!

credits

Official IG page of Paadparadscha, tap paadparadscha

𓏲𝄢 FIRELORD ZUKO X FTM! READER

cw — semi-public sex , riding , praise , dub con breeding , babytrapping (?) , cervix fucking , lotus position , love at first (not really) fuck , zuko is so whipped for you title be damned !!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: shi idk

ʚ angel’s note ɞ what was originally another drabble to be chucked into the hidden.jpg tag ended up becoming something that lowkey deserves a title..oh consort x ruler dynamic how i love you. might write more for this concept if yall want ;3

zuko wants a baby.

he's told you this many times now, but you often brush off the firelord's ask as fleeting desire. perhaps a new fetish - the thought of seeing you knocked up and so evidently claimed by him that any time you'd leave his chambers, people would see you as his, pregnant and swollen with his child.

you didn't take him seriously at all, until he dragged you away from his council room where you'd been seated next to him the whole time, giving him such sweet, pure little looks and rubbing his thigh dangerously close to his cock, all while murmuring praises whenever he proposed a strong idea. such words could've also been used in bed, as you'd been saying things like;

"so good, zuko."

"well done, my prince."

among other words in that sultry voice of yours.

now he has you folded up in his huge bed, pushing your legs wide open as far as they'll go as he pounds his achingly swollen cock into your chubby pussy with the sole goal of pumping you full of his babies.

you cry out and dig your nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into your loving husband. how he's gone from lovemaking to fucking you raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for your womb and kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out.

"didn't fuck- take me seriously at all." he grunts, watching juices spill out of you as he keeps aiming his long, curved cock straight for your womb, dragging his engorged shaft along your softened sweet spots each time. it makes your toes curl and your nails cut into his flesh as pleasure overwhelms you. "i told you i wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought i was joking. what makes you think i'd ever joke about something like that?"

"zuko!" you call his name between garbled moans, your head tipping back into the pillow when he pushes his cock flat into your cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message. he tuts at your whining and lets out a soft hiss as you rake your nails down his skin. the pain does not deter him at all, only encouraging to pound your puffy cunt harder.

he grabs handfuls of your tits, squeezing and rubbing his skilled fingers along your budding nipples until they're hard and stout, his tongue licking over his lips hungrily as he imagines how they'll dribble with milk once you're thoroughly bred. he leans down and pushes your breasts together so he can suck both nipples into his mouth at once, tasting the sweetness of your skin and sweat for now and fixating on how much sweeter you'll taste with milk pouring into his mouth.

he plans to fuck your cunt as long as he can while you're pregnant, too.

the new angle has his cock spearing into you impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, your pussy flutters around him, milking his cock greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him. one more squeeze of your velvety walls around his dick has his cock swelling up, and with a loud groan into your tits, he spills a hot, thick, heavy load right into your womb, fucking you through it in hopes that this round of cum will surely get you pregnant.

want more? another zuko fic here

see more in my misc masterlist

“honey..wake up..”

you poked and caressed zuko’s face, tracing his scar with delicate touches as he stirs awake. he had no clue what his consort turned husband had awaiting for him after a long, rough night of fire nation affairs. there you were, bare naked and sitting on his chest, one move away from planting your soaked cunt onto his mouth. “hm..? what are you..?”

he didn’t get to finish before you slid your pussy onto his face, a mix of shock and arousal seeped into his eyes that stared back at yours. suddenly he went from barley concise to eating away like a starved man, warm palms gripping your hips as he pushed them back and forth at an erratic pace. “mpmh! my lord! s-slow down!” you mewled, losing your words as zuko tongued at your clit. his groans filled the walls of your shared chamber, only washed out by your moans. “i needed this so badly..” the firelord talked against your cunt. “you’re so kind to me, my love..” you peered down to meet your husband’s eyes, his carnel gaze melted into pure need for you. only you could elicit such reaction from the late ozai’s seemingly bastard son, where you see the boy you fell for in your youth.

even after you came hard, your body trembling as zuko lapped up every last drop of your arousal, you were far from done pleasing your lord. you were trained for this after all!