#them in skirts yayy...

[cherrywperson]

lateposting . happy 1500 days anniversary to the election special ❤️

[22ayla21]

Hi can I request, Kayden break is not curious about babies, but sometimes imagine a baby resembling her partner/girlfriend. Yayy. Thanks.

A Warm Whirlwind in the Beast's Heart

Kayden never made long-term plans. He lived in the here and now—in the moment, in the fight, in victory. The world, to him, was an arena where respect was earned with fists, and trust… who needed that anyway? His name inspired fear, his strength commanded respect, his reputation bred envy. He was alone. Had always been. And he thought that was the right way.

Then she appeared.

A woman who had nothing in common with his world. An ordinary civilian, absurdly rational. And with such a soft, calm smile that something inside him would trip every time he saw her. She wasn’t afraid of him. But she didn’t rush to get close either. Or maybe she just didn’t realize how much he was drawn to her.

She didn’t ask about the past. Didn’t make scenes when he disappeared. Didn’t ask for promises. But every time he came back bruised, exhausted, barely standing—she met him with a cup of hot tea and a quiet, “Got into another fight again?”

He’d snort, pretend to be annoyed. But he stayed.

Kayden never wanted a family. Never thought about children. What could he give them? A world where strength mattered more than kindness? Where betrayal lurked around every corner?

And yet, one quiet evening, as she rolled up her sleeves to wash the dishes and he sprawled on the couch in the form of a chubby cat, a strange thought hit him:

What if we had a child? With her eyes and my stubbornness. Small, clinging to her skirt, running to me—not as Kayden the legend, but just as Dad.

He shook it off. Ridiculous. Him—a father? What a joke. He could barely stand teenagers, and kids... kids were chaos. Constant noise, sticky hands, cries, tears. Responsibility you couldn't run from.

But later that same night, when she had fallen asleep on the couch, pressed against his furry side, he caught himself thinking about it again. Imagined them—together. And between them, a tiny child, with her warmth and maybe his temperament.

He jumped up. Dropped the cat form. Paced the room, not knowing what to do with this strange warmth in his chest.

Kayden, the predator, the lone wolf, and now... softening? What next? A little house with a garden? Weekend barbecues?

He smirked. Sarcastically. At himself. But something inside trembled.

From then on, it started happening more often. She’d talk on the phone—and he’d picture her holding a baby, laughing with it. She’d feed stray cats—and he’d wonder what kind of mother she’d be. And when she hugged him—just like that, without fear, accepting both the beast and the man—he suddenly wanted to stay. Not just for the night. Not for a week. For real.

He told himself it would pass. That it was just… temporary. Her influence.

And then, one day, he saw her holding a wounded chick to her chest. She looked at it so gently, as if her touch alone could take away all the pain.

He approached. Sat beside her. And, not really knowing why, muttered almost to himself:

— Our child would be like you. The same kindness. The same strength. Just… without the rough edges. Brighter.

She looked at him in surprise. Then suddenly smiled. Quietly. Warmly.

— And would that be so bad?

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know.

But from that day on, every time he went into battle, he didn’t think only about winning. He thought about coming back. Alive. Whole. For her. And maybe, one day—for him. For their potential “little stubborn one” who would laugh like her and argue like him.

Kayden didn’t know if he’d ever be a father. He wasn’t sure he deserved it.

But he knew one thing: something in him had changed.

And the scariest part—it didn’t feel like weakness anymore.

It felt like hope.

[oliversbiggestfan]

vocaloid headcannons and designs

Big wall of text yayy

Here are some of my vocaloid designsss yes oliver is very short (he’s as short as yuki and shes 9 LOL) its a bit embarrassing how most of the vocaloids i hc as siblings dont even look like eachother, like Ruby And Hio are biological siblings and they’re only similarity is that they both have red eyes… like oliver and hio look more like biological siblings and oliver is adopted! Anyway in my hc iroha and yuki are siblings and flower and maika are siblings along with hime and mitoko. The ones with cannon ages stay their age but piko is 17, flower is 16, ruby is like 16 i think, does she have a cannon age? And fukase is 14-15 i can’t decide. Also am i the only one who headcannons fukase as chubby/NOT skinny? To me, his original art doesn’t make him look very skinny, same with ruby! Anyway if you think people calling the piko, flower, fukase, and oliver friend group the “memesquad” is cringe dont talk to me i love the memesquad. Oh also Hio and Maika are dating as well as flower and fukase, iroha does like oliver but Oliver is scared of the idea of having a girlfriend. Piko was olivers babysitter when he was younger and now they’re friends. Hio and Oliver are suuper close, Hio got a little sad when oliver started spending more time with fukase and other friends because Hio had always been Olivers best friend, because oliver isnt very good at making friends. Oliver and yuki play Fortnite together and sometimes ruby joins them because she gets sick of seeing oliver rage quit after getting killed by yuki for the tenth time. Oliver and Flower met because flower had to come over to their house with maika.

yuki and iroha own like 4 house cats, yuki’s is named apple pie and iroha insisted on naming hers hello kitty. Flower has a snake she probably named something emo cuz she got it when she was like 13. Oliver of course has james, but hio also has a cat and one of the only reasons hio and oliver get in to fights is because hios cat tried to eat james.

(i showed this to my mom and she thought fukase was a girl and when i said he was a boy she said “..thats a skirt” and i just stared at her and went “yeah.”)

[stardustloserdoll]

omg pls write abt alex during the r u mine music video he fucks you in the back of the car or smth🫣

YAYY first request yippeee, thank u anon 😭🙏

r u mine?

female reader

“alex you need to go..” i mumbled between kisses. he shook his head only deepening the kiss more. i pulled away slightly holding his face in my hands, “alex.” he whined against my lips. “it’ll be quick.. c’mon love please?” he said looking up at me with his puppy eyes, i bit my lip looking out the window to see the band setting up still. “okay.”

he pressed his lips onto mine quickly, eagerly moaning into each others mouth. i pulled away slightly, placing my hands on his shoulders to deepen it more, slipping my tongue in. alex pulled away slightly mumbling against my lips “you look so hot.”i began to grind myself on his his hard on making him groan. “fuck babe.” he bit his lip moving his hands to my ass to help me grind against him more. “need to be inside you.” he dove into my neck, sucking on the my skin.

i moaned, slowly slipping my shirt off. alex took his mouth away from my neck, unclipping my bra with ease. he began hastily unbuckle his belt. “someone’s eager.” i laughed kissing his neck, sucking lightly leaving marks on him. i placed my hands on his chest, sliding them down lower and lower until i reached his jeans.

he reached under my skirt rubbing his fingers against my clothed cunt. i gasped crumpling his shirt in my hands, bucking my hips into his hand. “so wet, just from kissing and grinding.” i bit my lip burying my face into his neck, feeling him pull my underwear to the side. his fingers pressing against my sensitive clit. i parted my lips, letting out muffled moans against his neck. “dirty girl.” he whispered rubbing slow circles on my clit, slipping a finger in as he pumped in and out.

“al.. want your cock.please.” i moaned bucked my hips into his hand desperately, his movements speeding up sending me over the edge. “okay baby.” he chuckled, moving shifting in the seat so he can pull his boxers down, revealing his hard cock that was leaking with pre. i leaned up to kiss him again, moving my hands to his shoulders. “ready baby.” he whispered against my ear, nodding my head i watched as he took his cock in his hand. aligning himself with me, slowly pushing himself inside. “fuck.” i whined, squeezing his shoulders trying to adjusting to his size. “you okay?” he asked softly, holding onto my hips. “y-yeah.” once i did i began moving my hips against his.

“there you go. taking me so well darling.” he groaned swallowing deeply, looking down to watch as his cock disappeared inside me. “good girl.” i began increasing my pace, lifting myself up and slamming myself back onto his cock, causing him to throw his head back. the car swaying slightly as we moved. “al im gonna cum.” i panted, feeling his hands grip my hips as he fucked me faster. he cursed under his breath, holding me tightly as he pounding his hips into me from underneath. i threw my head back letting out a whine, “al im gonna-“

“come on babe. you can do it. come all over my cock.” i let out a loud moan, feeling my climax was over me, cumming over his cock, feeling alex releasing himself inside me with a groan.

“fuck.” alex laughed pushing his now messy hair out of his face. i collapsed in his arms wrapping my arms around his waist. i panted turning my head slightly to look at the go pro in front of us. “wait. was the camera on the whole time.”

“oh shit.”

[softcursechoso]

Somewhere, We Do: Ch. 8

JJK x Reader Nanami x Reader

Masterlist

MDNI! // 18+ // NO SPOILERS ARE OFF LIMITS!

Ch. 8 Warnings: More sexy time! Yayy! Pretty short though. Semi public sex, little bit of smooching, little bit of oral sex (f) receiving

Words: 9k+

MY GRAVITY

Yozora Planetarium : 8:15pm : Shibuya

Nanami's car hummed gently beneath you, a steady purr matched only by the rhythm of the city outside. His hand was firm and warm where it rested on your thigh, thumb absently stroking small circles into your stockings. The other hand gripped the wheel in that calm, precise way of his. Of course he drove like that. Like he was always in control, but never stiff. Smooth. Assured.

You’d taken a short detour back to his place after work. It had become something of a ritual, now that your toothbrush lived in a cup beside his. Now that your shoes had started gathering by his front door. You weren’t living together—but your presence was speckled. Folded inside his drawers. Hanging next to his coats. Pressed into the scent of his shower steam. 

He never said anything about it. Never had to. The way he folded your sweaters and put them in his drawers said how he felt about your belongings.

Tonight, you’d both left the office right on the dot. Screw emails. Screw your bosses. This was your night, even if it had to begin with sore feet and tired shoulders. You showered together at his apartment to wash the day off. Nothing sexual—just warmth, soft soap, fingers combing through hair. A kind of intimacy that felt easy.

Now, here you were. His jacket wrapped around your shoulders, just big enough to make you feel small. You were dressed simple but sweet—soft gray knit sweater hanging loosely over a black skirt that swayed when you walked, sheer black stockings, your favorite boots. Minimal makeup. Lips slightly tinted. Skin still dewy from moisturizer. You felt clean. That was the word. Like you’d rinsed off the entire day and stepped into something quiet and lovely.

It was Valentine’s Day, and you both agreed that you wouldn’t do anything special. No gifts. Just be in each other’s presence. Last minute you decided it’d be a good idea to go to the planetarium, and he agreed. Something inexpensive. Something that was quality time.

You traced your fingers along his forearm where it rested on the center console, watching the way the muscles flexed subtly beneath his button-up sleeve. It made you smile. Made your stomach warm.

"I love you.” You spoke almost absentmindedly.

No drama. No fanfare. It wasn't the first time, but there was something pure in the way it escaped you. Like it had been sitting in your chest all evening.

Nanami glanced at you, and the faint smile that spread across his face wasn't the usual one. It wasn't that polite, public expression he wore at work.  It was something tender.

"I love you too.” He squeezed your thigh just slightly.

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, breathing in the clean scent of his cologne and fabric softener. That scent was starting to feel like home.

The lights grew larger ahead, glowing softly against the night sky. You could already see the outline of the planetarium’s domed roof peeking out behind a tall cluster of buildings. He eased into the underground parking, guiding the car into a spot.

You both stepped out of the car—Nanami getting your door of course. The winter air was cool against your skin, but the warmth from his jacket kept the chill at bay. He took your hand in his as you made your way toward the elevators.

You stepped in and looked at your reflection in the mirrored wall—his broad frame standing close beside you, your body leaning into him without thinking. You smiled at yourselves.

He looked at you like you were more beautiful than the stars themselves.

The minute the elevator doors parted, the two of you stepped into the planetarium lobby.

You looked up at him, eyes narrowed playfully. “Are you sure you didn’t plan anything, Kento?”

He tilted his head at you, expression unreadable, but the corner of his mouth lifted just enough. “You insisted you wanted to keep things simple.”

You smirked. “Mhm. Okayyy.”

He didn’t take the bait. Just gave your hand another quiet squeeze as you passed through the final doors and into the planetarium itself.

The air changed instantly.

Everything was darker in here—bathed in that gentle midnight blue light that made your clothes feel softer, your voice feel quieter. The dome overhead stretched impossibly wide, like you were stepping into the sky itself. Overhead, thousands of tiny pinpricks of light scattered across the ceiling, slow and steady in their movement, mimicking the real night sky beyond the building’s glass bones.

The room wasn’t crowded, not at this hour. A few tired couples sat slumped against each other in the plush, reclining chairs. One family with a kid already fast asleep. A young woman sketching constellations on a notepad.

You and Nanami checked in with the sleepy attendant, exchanged your digital passes for paper stubs—a quaint touch—and walked in toward the viewing area.

It was so quiet. So vast. You felt small. Not in a bad way. Just… like you were one thing in a world of many.

You paused near the back of the room, staring up at the rotating dome, and leaned gently into Nanami’s side.

“Kind of makes you feel like… none of this matters, huh?” You spoke softly. “Like we’re just… little specs on a rock that’s floating through black space.”

He glanced down at you. You didn’t realize how long he studied your face until he answered.

“Maybe, but you take up a lot of space in my world.”

You blinked. Looked up at him. Really looked.

His face was calm, sure. But his eyes? They burned. Not with intensity, No, this was something quieter. Deeper. A warmth he reserved only for you.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and let your body rest there a moment. “…That was a good line. I’m stealing that.”

“Right?” He smiled.

You explored the exhibit area a little before the dome show began. The building was filled with soft-glowing displays—rotating models of the solar system, interactive constellation maps, a suspended meteorite fragment under glass. A row of telescopes faced out through the observation windows, looking down at Tokyo’s twinkling skyline.

You made your way to one, slowly peering into it.

“Oh wow,” you murmured.

“What is it?”

“The moon.” You adjusted the lens. “It’s just… right there. So clear.”

Nanami stood beside you with his hands in his coat pockets now.

“Come.” You began motioning. “Take a look.”

He leaned down, adjusted the scope slightly, and gave a quiet hum.

“I always forget how close it looks through these.” You rested your chin on the telescope mount, watching him.

“…I meant to ask. Did you get Gojo’s invite?” He asked, suddenly.

You blinked. “Invite for what?”

He turned to you, brows creased in surprise. “To the Jujutsu High reunion. It’s in May.”

“Oh.” You looked back into the scope, focusing on the curve of the moon’s edge. “No, I didn’t get anything.”

Nanami was quiet a beat. “Huh. Strange. I assumed you’d be the first one he’d hound.”

You scoffed, adjusting the focus ring again. “Well now I’m offended.”

“Don’t be. You’ll be my plus one then.”

Still, your tone shifted as you spoke. “I don’t know. Showing up to something like that… it’d feel like throwing my hat back in the ring. Like telling everyone I’m back.”

He studied your expression in the dark. “I know what you mean.”

You turned slowly. “No.” You spoke gently. “You don’t.”

He went still. Listening intently now.

“I’m not saying that to be rude,” you added quickly, reaching for his hand. “It’s just… you didn’t know me then. Or what it was like. The attention. The way people treated me—either like a weapon or a prize. The fact that you didn’t know my history when we met? That was the most refreshing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Nanami didn’t pull away. He just held your hand a little tighter. “I’m glad I met you as you.” Then after a pause, his voice dropped. “By the time you were in school… I was gone.”

You looked up. His expression had changed. Not distant. Not closed-off. Just… quieter.

“I had been struggling with the loss of a friend from my second year.” His eyes focused somewhere far away. “His name was Haibara Yu. We were close. He was one of those people who made everything lighter. Even when we were fighting for our lives. He’d find a joke in anything. Smile like nothing could touch him.”

You stayed still. Not interrupting. Just listening.

“One day, we went on a mission. Routine, supposedly.” He exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t. He died… and I didn’t.”

The silence stretched between you. The stars overhead kept turning.

“I don’t talk about him often. Not because I’ve forgotten. Just… some things sit better when they’re quiet.”

You looked at him, your heart clenched with something deeper than sympathy.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

He nodded, once. “Thank you.”

You reached up and cupped his face, thumb brushing the nearly non existent stubble at his jaw. He closed his eyes at the touch.

“…He would’ve liked you.” Nanami smiled softly.

You smiled. “Yeah? Then he had great taste.”

“Yeah, he did.”

The weight of the conversation followed you both into the next room. This part of the planetarium was simple—soft gray walls, white ceiling lights dimmed to a gentle hue, and a row of sleek, metallic gravity simulation scales, each labeled with a different planet from the solar system. 

Most of the guests had already trickled into the dome theater, so it was just you and Nanami now. Alone among the orbs and numbers. Just the quiet hum of the display equipment and your boots gently clicking against the polished floor.

You stepped up onto the first scale—Mercury, and laughed as the screen flickered to life.

"God, look how light I’d be on Mercury.” You looked over at Nanami with a grin. "At this weight, you could toss me around without breaking a sweat."

Nanami tilted his head, standing a few paces behind you, arms crossed casually across his chest. "I could do that now.”

You froze.”Excuse me?”

His gaze didn’t shift, “Unless of course you wanted me to break a sweat.”

You gasped, scandalized. "Kento!"

He raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “Just stating a fact.”

"Okay but like…" You stepped down from Mercury, cheeks burning and stomach tight from trying not to giggle, "...that was actually really hot."

"Is that surprise I hear?" Damn he was teasing tonight.

You swatted his arm as you passed him, heading toward the next planet; Venus.

“You know…” He followed you slowly, his tone shifting as if he was mulling an idea over in his head. “If you’re not going to the reunion, then I’m definitely not going.”

You stepped onto Venus. Eyed the number and laughed a little. Just a bit lighter but not by too much.

"You should go.” You smiled softly. “I feel like it’d be a lot of fun. Though it is strange having a reunion without a specified year. Just class of whenever the fuck you graduated? Come on Gojo."

He frowned slightly. "No, seriously. If you’re not going, I don’t see the point."

You shrugged. "It’s probably just a reunion for the Tokyo campus, anyway."

"Kaya’s on the thread."

You spun to face him. "Wait—WHAT?"

He looked entirely unbothered, hands in his pockets. "She’s in the group chat. I saw her name."

"She never told me that! What gives?!" You laughed, slightly amused… slightly betrayed. 

"She probably didn’t want to bother you about it. Every time the jujutsu world gets mentioned you tense up."

You narrowed your eyes. He was absolutely right.

You stepped onto Earth, your actual weight now displayed on the screen in front of you. It grounded you more than you expected.

Nanami moved a little closer beside you. "Maybe you didn’t get an invite because Gojo doesn’t know you’re alumni."

You stared at the weight. Then at your feet. "I don’t know…” There was a small silence. Not awkward. Just thoughtful. "Who else is in the group chat?" 

He ticked off a few names. "The principals from each campus. Utahime, obviously. Some faculty. A handful of recent graduates from the Tokyo school."

"Did anyone RSVP yet?"

"Not officially."

You stepped off Earth and made your way to Mars, the weight number dipping again.

"I’ll admit it’s tempting."

He nodded. "You don’t have to remove your seal to go. You can show up exactly as you are."

You looked at him. His voice was gentle, but his eyes were unwavering. Steady.

"I don’t know—it would be weird, wouldn’t it?."

"Not at all." 

You moved to Jupiter and gasped. The number jumped so dramatically you laughed. "Damn. I would not survive on this planet."

"You’d adapt."

"Only if you carried me everywhere."

He didn’t say anything, just gave you that small, dangerous smile that told you he would. Without question.

You looked back at the numbers again. "But you know people would ask questions. If I showed up. The ones who don’t know me would start digging, and the ones who do would start talking." You stepped down. Walked to Saturn. "That’s what I’m trying to avoid. I’d rather just go on like this. Quiet. Simple."

You stood on the Saturn scale, your weight shifting slightly. You didn’t look at the number this time.

Nanami’s voice was soft. "You always say that if you remove your seal there will be curses and sorcerers showing up in an instant. Is it sorcerers or just one in particular?"

You flinched—just a little. He saw it. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you moved quickly to Uranus.

"...Umm. There would be multiple.” You step onto the scale. "There’s definitely one that takes the cake though."

You didn’t turn around. Just stood there, watching the number tick on the display before moving over to Neptune.

"It’s not a conversation for Valentine’s Day.” You nod gently, turning your face toward him. "But... I’ll tell you. Another time."

He nodded once, respectfully, but he wasn’t done.

You stepped onto Pluto, the smallest, coldest weight of all. Of course the planetarium had to have a sign up like just so you all know Pluto is a dwarf planet. Everyone knows!

"...Is he the reason you keep yourself hidden?"

The question wasn’t sharp. It was careful and measured. Like he already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from you.

You exhaled, eyes on the low number. "Yeah." You whispered. "He’s definitely a part of it."

Then, without hesitation, Nanami stepped up beside you. Not to pry or argue. Just to stand with you. “You don’t have to fight this alone, you know?”

Pluto may have been small, but with Nanami here you didn’t feel small anymore.

“Thank you.”

He took your hand again and the two of you headed deeper into the exhibit halls. Voices lowered to match the hush of the near-empty space. 

The glowing star maps on the walls cast faint halos around you, and the soft ambient music made everything feel like it moved a little slower. Like time was stretching just for the two of you.

You made your way toward a dim corner labeled Celestial Poses: Planet-Themed Photo Booth, where a row of digital kiosks stood glowing beside a backdrop of the solar system. Giant cardboard cutouts of Saturn’s rings and shooting stars were propped up in a bin.

You grinned, tugging at Nanami’s sleeve. “Kento. Let’s take pictures.”

He looked at the booth. Then at you. “Really?”

“Yes really.” Your eyes were gleaming. “For posterity.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do people really need photos of themselves holding inflatable comets?”

“Yes.” You were already dragging him over. “People like me.”

He didn’t resist. Of course he didn’t. Nanami never really denied you anything—especially not when you were smiling like this.

You picked out a prop—a pair of little red antennae on a headband—and placed them directly on his head.

“This is for eternal photo evidence.” You said sweetly, stepping into the booth and tapping the touch screen. “Say cheese, alien boyfriend.”

He followed you in, ducking slightly to fit under the frame, and sat beside you as the screen flashed a countdown.

“Three… two…”

The first shot captured your face squished against his cheek.

“Two…”

You kissed his jaw dramatically.

“One…”

You stuck your tongue out and threw up a peace sign. He blinked in confusion, utterly expressionless. Oh salaryman Kento Nanami. Wielder of only two facial expressions. 

You were crying laughing by the fourth picture. “Kento, loosen up! You look like you’re applying for a passport.”

“I am relaxed.”

“Blink twice if you’re having fun. I’m gonna show this to my friends. They’re gonna think I’m holding you hostage.”

“I’m where I want to be.”

By the sixth shot, he started to soften. The edges of his mouth curled. You poked his cheek, whispered something dumb, and he actually smiled. The soft one. The kind he only gave you when no one else was around.

Then—on the last frame—you reached up to adjust his collar, tugging a little fuzz off the shoulder of his coat. He tilted his head down instinctively, eyes watching your fingers.

The camera snapped and the picture printed seconds later. In the photo, you’re smiling, just a little, eyes on his jacket. He’s not looking at the camera. He’s looking at you. Like you just caught the sun in your hands and offered it to him.

You stared at the photo when it slid out. “This off guard one might be my favorite.”

He looked down at it over your shoulder. Didn’t say a word, but by the way he kissed your shoulder you could tell he agreed.

The two of you pressed on from there. This was a good idea- a casual Valentine’s Day. Felt like you were building a friendship with your lover.

After looping through the last few exhibits, you found a quiet bench tucked beneath a glowing orrery—slowly spinning metal planets orbiting a golden sun.

You sat close, knees touching. Your head on his shoulder again.

He broke the silence. “Do you ever think about it?”

You tilted your head. “About what?”

“The future.”

You smiled softly. “Sometimes. Do you?”

He nodded. “More than I used to.”

You turned your face toward him. “What’s your five-year plan, Kento?”

He was quiet a moment. “I’d like to be working less. Sleeping more. Maybe out of finance.”

You laughed. “That’s your dream?”

“It’s a start.”

You leaned in. “Ten years?”

He paused longer this time. His hand caressing yours. “I’d like to own a place. Something quiet. Somewhere we could cook dinner together without either of us being too tired to eat.”

Your heart skipped. Did he just say we and us in his ten year plan?

“I’d like to come home to someone who makes the air lighter.” He added, so low you almost missed it. “Someone I don’t have to perform for.”

Your lips parted. “Are you… talking about me?”

He glanced at you, deadpan. “No, I’m talking about Gojo.”

You burst out laughing, and he grinned—a real one—before squeezing your hand.

“Of course I mean you.”

You settled into him again, your voice a little smaller this time. “Is it… is it too soon to talk about forever?”

He was quiet. “No… Not when I’ve already started planning around it.”

Your eyes stung. Just a little. You didn’t say anything for a moment.

Then you looked up at the spinning planets and whispered, “I hope I still get to kiss you in ten years.”

“You will.”

“How do you know?”

He tilted your chin toward him. Pressing his lips against yours, featherlight. “Maybe it’s in the stars.”

You nestled into the curve of his side beneath the quiet spin of the glowing orrery, his arm wrapped snugly around you, palm resting on your hip. The lights were low in the planetarium now. Most guests had either trickled into the main dome or quietly filtered out, leaving the place with that magical, after-hours calm where it felt like Tokyo itself had gone to sleep.

Your head rested against his chest now, rising and falling with each slow breath he took. "Do you think aliens ever have moments like this?" 

Nanami blinked. "Like what, exactly?"

"Like… love, warmth. This weird ache of wanting to be seen, even when you are being seen? Like I know you’re holding me, and you’re here, and I still want more. It’s like I’m greedy even though I have more than enough."

There was a long pause. "That’s a very intense way of expressing affection.”

You laughed against him. "I’m serious though. What if there’s an entire solar system full of emotionally stunted aliens just trying to communicate that they like someone, but all they know how to do is orbit them?"

Nanami chuckled quietly and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "You’re always like this. You get poetic when you’re nervous."

You stilled. "...Huh."

He glanced down. “Did I say something?”

“No, no, I just—” You blinked. “That triggered a memory.”

As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

[Kaya 🤡]: It’s ready.

Your heart skipped. "Shit."

Nanami looked over, instantly alert. “What happened?”

You shoved your phone away, scrambling upright. “I think I left my wallet outside.”

His brows furrowed. “You never pulled your wallet out.”

“No, I definitely did.” You grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the hallway. “I remember now. It’s outside. Let’s go.”

“You’re not very good at lying,” He spoke almost smugly—letting you pull him along anyway. “And I’m certain we’ve never even been to this floor before.”

“Kento, you’re so cute. That memory of yours is falling apart.”

“It’s not.”

You led him toward a dim hallway with a sign that very clearly read Staff Access Only – Observation Deck Closed to Public.

Nanami stopped. “We’ve definitely never been behind a restricted area.”

You turned back to him, tugged his hand again. “Mmm, I think we have. You just forgot.”

He stared at you, amused. “You’re up to something.”

“Absolutely not.” You gave him your best wide-eyed face as you looked over your shoulder.

He exhaled, exasperated, and followed you anyway. God, he was so soft for you.

You pushed open the balcony door and stepped outside, the cold night air kissing your cheeks with a delicate bite.

There it was. The sky opened up like ink spilled on velvet—deep navy, streaked with the distant flickers of starlight. The balcony, usually empty and cold, had been transformed. The space glowed gently from a cluster of small candles placed inside glass jars. 

A thick wool blanket was spread out with two cushions. In the center, a wicker picnic basket sat waiting, steam still curling from inside it. Plates, two sets of utensils. Dessert in delicate pastry boxes. A folded envelope propped delicately against the basket, his name written in your handwriting.

Nanami stopped dead. His fingers tightened in yours.

You looked at him, smiling. “Surprised?”

He was silent. Not because he didn’t know what to say—but because he physically couldn’t form the words. His jaw flexed. His eyes were a little too shiny.

“Kento?”

Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, tightly. Both arms around your waist, his face buried in your shoulder, like he needed to hold onto you to stay upright.

You let your hands move up his back, your fingers curling into his coat.

After a long moment, he kissed your neck, slow and reverent. Then he pulled back just enough to kiss your lips—soft at first, then deeper, his hand cradling your cheek like you were something fragile he couldn’t believe he got to keep.

“Yes.” He spoke against your lips. “I’m very surprised.”

You whispered against him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He rested his forehead against yours. “You planned all this?”

You grinned. “Had to pull a lot of strings. I begged Kaya to beg her friend to beg her cousin to beg her boss. It was a whole thing.”

Nanami blinked. “I don’t know what’s more impressive. The picnic or the multi-layered chain of bribery.”

You laughed and pulled him down to sit beside you on the blanket. The candles flickered as the wind skimmed across the rooftop, low and steady, tugging gently at the hem of the blanket and the edges of the note propped up by the picnic basket. 

Nanami sat cross-legged on the thick wool beneath him. His expression was sweet as he slid the small envelope from its perch, carefully peeling it open like it might break in his hands.

You watched him as you unpacked the food. One container at a time. The warm, delicious scent of the Flour Garden’s signature quiche. A salad with roasted vegetables. Bread that still carried the faint crisp from the oven. You placed it all down in front of him with quiet care, as though serving something sacred.

He unfolded the letter. The candles cast a soft orange light over the paper as his eyes scanned your handwriting.

Kento,

You always tell me I’m dramatic, but what if I said you’re my favorite planet? Not the kind made of gas or rock, but the kind that keeps me grounded. You make me feel like I’m not spinning out in the dark. Like I’m not just orbiting someone who’ll never notice me back.

Being around you is quiet in all the ways I didn’t know I needed. Soft touches, warm food, and arms that always reach for me. If I could live in one place for the rest of my life, I think it’d be that space between your shoulder and your collarbone, where it’s always warm and always smells like home.

You’re my gravity. You keep me from floating away. Happy Valentine’s Day.

P.S. I have some spicy chocolates for youuuu! Eat wisely.

He laughed under his breath at the last part, folding the letter carefully and tucking it into the inside pocket of his coat like it was something worth hiding from the wind.

“That was beautiful.” He looked up at you with an expression that made your heart pound. “And this…”—he gestured to the entire setup—“This is... incredibly thoughtful. I love all of it. I’ll cherish it.”

Your face warmed with pride. “You deserve it.”

You tucked your legs under yourself as you opened one of the pastry boxes. “Okay, so the food is technically not mine.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“But it’s symbolic,” you added quickly. “It’s from the Flour Garden. Where we met.”

That softened him again. He leaned in and kissed you, slow and full, palm warm against your jaw. “It’s perfect.”

You offered him a fork and slid a little closer. “Do you want to know about the chocolates now or after we eat?”

He took the fork but didn’t look at the food. “Let’s save the best for last.”

You grinned. “Ooh, I like the way you think, Kento.”

He started to eat the food you served, quiet as always, but you could see the way his shoulders stayed relaxed. Any stress from today was totally gone.

“So…” you began, nibbling on your own pastry, “I probably should’ve asked this before I fell in love with you, but…”

He paused mid-bite.

“What’s your stance on kids?”

His brows rose slightly, but he didn’t look shocked. He swallowed, wiped the corner of his mouth politely, and turned toward you. “I’d love to start a family when the time is right.”

You exhaled, surprised by how relieved you felt. “Yeah same. I think timing is everything.”

“Definitely.”

“What about pets?” You asked, tilting your head. “Do you want a cat or something?”

He gave the question some thought. “A cat might be nice. Independent. Quiet.”

You sighed dramatically. “Man. I always wanted a scorpion.”

He blinked. “A what?”

You grinned. “A scorpion. But I’d be too scared to open the lid, so it’d definitely die of starvation. That’s the only reason I’ve never gotten one.”

“That's... alarming.”

“You’re not judging me, are you?”

“Oh sweetheart… yes.”

You both laughed, the kind that warmed your stomach, even in the cold night.

“Okay, real question. Would you rather have loved and lost… or never have loved at all?”

He didn’t answer right away. Like he was carefully thinking. “Love like this only comes around once in a lifetime. It’s intense. It happened quickly. We still have our feet on the gas. We’re both on the same page about it. I’ve never felt this way before… and I don’t think I ever will again.”

Your breath caught.

“I couldn’t imagine giving it up just to avoid heartache,” he continued. “Even if something tragic were to happen, I know somewhere—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you cut in, eyes wide. “Are you about to say that you think our love transcends lifetimes? Damn, that’s poetic.”

He set his plate aside, his eyes fixed on you with something heavy and unguarded in them.

“I have something for you,” he spoke suddenly.

You blinked. “Wait. What?”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Matte black. Ribboned. The size of a jewelry case.

Your heart immediately stuttered in your chest. It wasn’t a ring. You knew it wasn’t a ring. But still—a box. You slowly set your food down and took it from his hand.

“...You’re not proposing, right?” you joked weakly, voice a little breathy.

“I’m not.” He gave you the faintest smirk.

You opened the box. Inside was a charm—silver, delicate, perfectly round. A little moon, shimmering softly in the candlelight.

Your mouth parted. “A moon?” you whispered. “How did you know we were going to the planetarium? We planned this last minute. Are you… from the future?”

He laughed. “It’s not a moon.”

You looked up, confused.

“It’s the New Year’s Eve ball… On your bracelet, you already have a flower. That one represents the place we met.”

You stared at the charm. Then at him.

“This one…” he continued, voice quiet, “...represents the night I was certain I fell in love with you.”

You gasped, eyes stinging instantly. “Kento—”

“Roll up your sleeve. Let me put it on.”

You wiped at your eyes and held out your wrist, the charm bracelet you always wore since he gave it to you. He carefully clipped it on beside the flower.

Two charms. Two milestones.

You looked down at them and wondered how many more there’d be. A place. A night. Would there be one for your first apartment? Your first pet? A baby? Would there be room for it all? God, you hoped not, because that would mean your life with Nanami would be too big to contain on a chain.

As he kissed your wrist, sealing the charm into place, you realized you were completely and irreversibly in love.

You nestled closer to Nanami, the cold of the rooftop settling in your bones, but it didn’t matter. Not with him beside you, candles flickering, the moon overhead like a silver spectator to your little love story.

He tapped the side of your thigh lightly. “All right. I’ve been patient. Tell me about these chocolates.”

You grinned, cheeks already heating as you reached for the sleek black box nestled between your plates. You opened it slowly, revealing the rows of carefully shaped chocolates. Each was handmade, slightly imperfect, and very intentionally chosen.

“Okay. So… first off, don’t laugh.”

He immediately gave you that flat, amused stare. “I would never. This is incredibly thoughtful.”

You adjusted the box in your lap. “This is my first time making chocolates. Like, from scratch. I watched so many YouTube tutorials that I started having nightmares about ganache.”

He gave a soft chuckle at that, tilting his head just slightly to watch you more closely.

“I know Valentine’s Day isn’t the biggest thing in Japan, but I also know the whole honmei choco tradition—the woman making chocolates for someone she’s seriously in love with? I wanted to respect that. I know it’s your culture, and you're always so intentional with me. I wanted to be intentional back.”

He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at you in that way he always did when he didn’t know how to respond with words because everything inside him had gone soft all at once.

“You’ve been living in Japan for a long time. It’s your culture too now.”

You smiled a little. “I appreciate that.”

You glanced down at the chocolates, hesitated, and then spoke softly, “I’ve never given anyone Valentine’s chocolate before.”

He arched a brow. “No one?”

“Nope.”

“Not even your cult leader ex-boyfriend?” He joked.

You groaned and threw your head back with an exaggerated sigh. “We did… other things. Let’s move hastily past that, thank you.”

He snorted. “Mm. Noted.”

“Anyway.” You lifted the first layer of the box and turned it so he could see. “Top row is safe. Thoughtful. Tame. Middle row has the weird flavors I was curious about. The bottom row... spicy.”

He looked at you. “Spicy?”

You nodded solemnly. “Each one has a little note inside. They are... suggestive.”

“Suggestive how?”

You knew he was just dragging this out. He was a man that could read the lines in between the lines. He just wanted you to be explicit with him! Damn this man!

You leveled him with a look. “Kento. If you have to ask, you’re not ready.”

He looked deeply amused now. “I think I can handle it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Eat them responsibly.”

He tilted his head in mock-consideration. “No promises.”

He reached for one in the bottom row. The one shaped like a heart with a dusting of chili powder along the ridge. You watched his fingers—those elegant, practiced hands—pick it up, hold it delicately between his thumb and forefinger like it was something precious.

He bit into it, chewed thoughtfully, and then hummed in quiet appreciation.

“It’s very good.” He nodded, wiping his lip with the edge of a napkin. “Spiced dark chocolate with cinnamon and something else. Cayenne?”

You blinked, impressed. “You have a great palate.”

He nodded like he was aware of his own power level. Then he peeled open the tiny folded note from inside the holding wrapper. Then—that look hit his eyes.

Something shifted. From warm to molten. A slow-burn flicker that lit his gaze from the inside out. His expression didn’t change at first, but you saw it in the tiny crease between his brows, in the way his tongue lightly pressed to the inside of his cheek, like he was really considering what was on that little slip of paper.

“What?” Your eyebrows shot up—heart thumping. “What does it say?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Just set the note on his thigh, folded the wrapper neatly, and then looked over to you.

“That one said: Press your lips against my body like you mean it.”

You stared. Mouth open. Blinking once, twice, three times.

“Oh…” You grinned weakly. “Oh no. I—okay, I forgot I put that one in there—”

“Don’t worry.” He inched closer so that his lips were right beside your ear—his voice just a little rougher now, “I’ll make good on this one so you won’t forget again.”

“I’m gonna die right now. I can feel it.” You whispered.

“Die? No.” He murmured, leaning in just slightly, voice dropping low in that way that always made your stomach clench. “You might feel closer to heaven though.”

“Really Kento?” You were fully overheating. “Maybe I shouldn’t have made that bottom row.”

“You absolutely should have.”

The wind had a bite to it now, but you had a feeling you were about to heat back up in the best way possible.

"Come here.” He backed away, beckoning to you.

"Why?" You instantly avoided eye contact—voice teasing. “We’re already so close…”

His tone was steady, but something darker flickered beneath it. "I got an order from the chocolate, and I believe in following instructions."

He set his half-empty plate further aside, shifted forward, and reached for you with both hands—not rough, not rushed, just sure. You barely had time to think before he was gently laying you down on the blanket, easing you onto your back with a care that made your heart race harder than anything filthy ever could.

Cold air kissed your skin, but his body hovered over you like a shield, radiating heat. His coat opened just enough for you to slip your hands inside, palms flattening against the warmth of his chest.

"Kento…"

He kissed you before you could say more. Slow. Deep. Like he had all the time in the universe to learn you. His mouth moved with deliberate weight, savoring, his breath warm against your cheek as his hand slid up your thigh beneath your skirt.

It was different tonight. Not rushed, not teasing, not hungry. It was intimate. Something about being out here, under the stars, made everything feel suspended—like the city around you had gone still, and the sky above was holding its breath.

He started at your lips, kissing them softly. Then your jaw. Your neck. Your collarbone. His mouth was so warm as he worked lower. He pushed your sweater up inch by inch to expose your stomach to the night air, only to chase the chill away with his lips.

You squirmed beneath him, hips arching slightly, breath growing more shallow with every press of his mouth. His hands found your thighs, spreading them gently, thumbs stroking the sensitive line of skin just above your stockings.

He looked up at you from your waist, blond hair falling just slightly out of place.

"Cold?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but then his tongue traced a slow line along your hip, and all that came out was a gasp.

"Just let me know." He spoke, lips curving against your skin.

Nanami made quick work of your boots, gently unzipping them and placing them off to the side.

Soon after, he peeled your panties and stockings down with a reverence that made your head spin, folding them and setting them aside like something precious. He was so fast that you didn’t have time to be cold.

He kissed the inside of your thighs with that same unhurried devotion—alternating sides, dragging it out, watching you twitch and clench your fists into the blanket.

Then finally—finally after dragging it out, his mouth found the place he’d been teasing all night. Warm and slick just for him. Any less and he’d be disappointed in himself.

You cried out softly, hips jerking up as his tongue licked a slow, deliberate stripe between your folds.

"Kento—"

He hummed. A deep, satisfied sound that sent vibrations straight through your core. He ate you like he read that chocolate note and took it personally—tongue flicking, dragging, circling, until you were a mess of moans and breathless pleas.

His fingers slipped inside you without warning, curling in the position you desired, like he knew your body better than you did.

The stars wheeled silently above. The wind danced through the candles, making the flames flicker like they were watching too. 

He’d thrust them in and out of you, your pussy making all of the sounds he’d come to love. You weren’t listening to that though- no, you were listening to the way his lips sounded against you, and how pleased he seeemed.

You could cum from the sound of it alone. You had to wonder if he was good at it, or if he was good with you. Your walls clenched around his fingers. It was taking less and less time these days to get you to climax. He hadn’t mastered your body quite yet, but he was damn close.

Your back arch as you gripped his hair. Your moans were low, but enough. It was when he sucked your clit back into his mouth that you came with a gasp. His name broken on your lips as he groaned against you, tasting every drop of your release like it was a gift—and even then, he didn’t stop.

He kissed his way back up your body—slow, indulgent, his lips searing against your trembling body, the valley of your breasts, your collar, the hollow of your throat. When he reached your mouth again, you could taste yourself on his tongue.

"That was..." You whispered, too dazed to finish.

"A good chocolate." He smirked, voice like gravel dipped in honey. "I might have another."

You laughed—or tried to—but it came out shaky, breathless.

"Why do I have a feeling you won’t be eating those responsibly?” You laughed weakly.

His lips curved into a smile as he pulled you closer, tucking you under his coat.

"Well, responsible is subjective in this case."

His eyes flicked back to the box of chocolates, still sitting innocently to the side like it hadn’t just been the orchestrator of all this sin.

You were still catching your breath when he reached for it—still flat on your back, body slack and glowing from within.

“Kento.” You whispered, dazed and half giggling. “Are you seriously—?”

He opened the box again, calm as ever. “You should know I like the spicy things my love.”

He selected another. Held it up between his fingers before he bit into it, slow and deliberate, as if to show you just how serious he was.

The chocolate cracked, rich and dark, the scent of raspberry and espresso hitting your nose before he even swallowed. He picked up the tiny folded note tucked inside the wrapper and unfolded it.

His brow rose. His jaw flexed once, like he was suppressing something.

You licked your lips, eyes wide, waiting. “What does it say?” You asked softly.

“It just says make her forget how to speak. Fill her until she speaks your name like a prayer… these are very interesting instructions.”

You let out another unsteady laugh—half arousal, half nerves. “Okay, but…”

“If you object you know I’ll stop.”

“I have no objections, sir.”

And just like that, he was on you again.

He shifted your body easily, dragging you up the blanket so your head was nestled against the makeshift pillow. The weight of him returned, solid and comforting, one knee slipping between yours, opening you up again.

You could feel him—hard, aching—pressing against your inner thigh, restrained only by his slacks.

His lips returned to yours, and this time there was no slow burn. He kissed you hard. Thorough. His tongue swept against yours, deliberate, consuming. Like he wanted to kiss you until you couldn’t form a sentence.

It was already working. Fuck!

You gasped against his mouth, fingers sliding under the fabric of his coat, desperate to feel skin. He groaned as your nails dragged across his back, hips rocking against yours with purpose now.

“Take this off…” Your voice was pouring with seduction, and even though you took a sweet tone, it definitely felt like a demand.

He obeyed. His coat first, then your sweater, tossed aside with your skirt. Your shirt went over your head, and suddenly his mouth was on your breasts—his tongue tracing the curve, and his teeth grazing your nipple through your bra.

Your back arched. “I need you.” 

He undid his belt with one hand while the other stayed on your waist. His pants were pushed down just enough. Your legs wrapped around his hips, dragging him closer, pulling him into your space.

Without hesitation, he slid inside of you. There was no teasing. Perhaps it was a combination of you being horny, and on a time limit. 

You cried out, fingers gripping his shoulders, your name falling from his lips in a voice so reverent it made your eyes sting.

He moved slowly, at first. Deep strokes. Intentional. Like he was truly making love with you.

The feeling of being filled, stretched, claimed beneath the open sky was too much. His forehead dropped to yours, sweat beading at his temple as he pushed deeper, kissed harder, groaned your name like it was holy.

Your moans grew higher, breathier, his pace picking up as your walls clenched around him.

“Say it again,” he breathed against your neck.

You whispered it, broken and reverent. “Kento.”

He groaned, snapping his hips harder. “Again.”

“Kento.”

“Louder.”

“Kento—fuck—”

Your body convulsed, clenching, and that was all he needed. Something about the thought of you getting off first was what really got him off.

He spilled into you with a low growl, deep and raw, thrusting through the aftershocks, forehead pressed to your collarbone now, and arms wrapped around you like he was scared you’d disappear.

The two of you lay there for a long moment, limbs tangled, breath mingling in the cold air.

You could still taste the chocolate on his tongue when he kissed you again, softer this time. Slower.

“You know—” You whispered breathlessly, “You really are an overachiever.”

He chuckled, low in his chest. “Don’t give me commands if you don’t want them followed.”

You traced your fingers along his jaw. He leaned into the touch. This was never a feeling that you could imagine getting used to. It was sweet and loving. You knew he felt the same because he allowed his weight to cover you for a while as the two of you enjoyed just being one.

Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, bodies locked and flushed and slick, your breath coming in slow little puffs against his neck.

He hadn’t pulled out. Of course he hadn’t. Nanami knew exactly how you liked it. How the stretch and heat of him still nestled inside you made your chest hum and your body melt. How just being like this, cockwarming under the open sky with the afterglow still fluttering behind your eyelids, was your favorite part.

His hips gave a lazy little flex, barely moving.

You whined softly. “Kento…”

“Just making sure you’re comfortable.” He exhaled, his hand now idly stroking along the outside of your thigh.

“I hate how good you are at this.”

“That sounds like a compliment.”

“It is, but you make it so easy. I cannot last with you.”

He smiled. “It’s not a race.”

You shifted slightly, hips tilting, making him groan low under his breath. His hand on your leg tightened in warning.

You nuzzled against his collar. “So… should I go?”

“To the reunion?” He lifted his head a bit to get a better look at you.

“Yeah. It might be nice, right?” You exhaled. “I mean, it could be cool to see old classmates. Maybe meet some Tokyo people.”

Nanami’s hand paused its stroking. “I told you, if you’re not going, I’m not going.”

You looked up at him. “That’s emotional blackmail.”

“It’s romantic solidarity.”

You snorted. “But really, I wasn’t formally invited. Gojo never sent anything.”

Nanami’s hand resumed its slow path, fingers skating up the back of your thigh. “Like I said before, he probably doesn’t know you’re alumni.”

You frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. By my third year, everyone knew who I was. I wasn’t exactly subtle.”

“I didn’t know who you were.”

“Yeah, but you were busy throwing yourself into higher education and finance.”

“And,” he added gently, “I was still grieving Haibara. The world felt smaller then.”

Your expression softened. You threaded your fingers into his hair, combing through the strands slowly.

He dipped his head and pressed a kiss beneath your jaw.

“Maybe it’s the seal.” He continued. “You said your cursed energy’s completely concealed. Maybe it’s more effective than you realize.”

“You think Gojo’s Six Eyes can’t see I’m hiding something?”

“You said it wouldn’t take all five seals of absolution to nullify Infinity.”

Your breath caught. Your thighs squeezed, and not because he was still inside you. Well, not just because of it. 

“...Nullify.” You echoed in a ghastly whisper.

He didn’t catch the shift in your tone. His hand skimmed your ribs.

You blinked up at the stars, heart rattling. That word. You didn’t realize you were still haunted by it.

“Maybe… it wouldn’t be a bad idea.” You shrug, “To go. No seal removal. No flashy returns. Just… go. Be a face in the crowd.”

Nanami pressed a kiss to your shoulder, humming in agreement. “No pressure. It’s up to you. You know I’d be more than happy to avoid anything that involves Gojo. You’d be doing me a favor if you said no.”

You raised a brow. “No pressure?” You asked, voice thick with mock disbelief. “You’re literally seducing me with dick. How can I say no?” You laughed at your own silly words.

“Don’t laugh like that.” He grunted suddenly.

“What happened?”

“It makes you tighter.”

Your lips parted in surprise. “Oh?”

You grinned. Then—very deliberately—you flexed around him. His entire body stiffened. You started giggling again… totally not intentional.

“I swear to—,” He growled, “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“What’re you gonna do?” You whispered, hips rolling beneath him. “Planetarium closes in ten minutes.”

He shifted, just slightly, driving deeper. You gasped, hands flying to his back.

“It only takes one for you.” His voice was dripping in confidence.

You choked on a moan. “Oh my God—”

“What happened to all that vigor?” He teased. 

You were writhing, laughing and breathless and desperate.

“You’re evil. Evil! I’m gonna get you back when we get home—”

“I look forward to it.” He dragged his hips again.

You clutched at him, a helpless moan slipping out, your eyes rolling back as your laughter turned into something sweeter. The stars above twinkled like accomplices, winking down as Nanami slowly unraveled you all over again.

As promised, he got you there in no time flat. He knew he had to. As you said, the planetarium closes very soon. Security would certainly do a sweep of the area soon. Even though you two were allowed to be here, it was best you didn’t hold up the workers with things that could be taken care of at home.

Eventually—when your legs stopped trembling and your brain started functioning again—Nanami pulled out with quiet care, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. You groaned at the emptiness but stayed curled in the circle of his body, flushed, slick, and still glowing in the aftermath.

He pressed his lips to your temple, “Thank you for this night. Truly.”

“You’re welcome Kento. Thanks for coming with me… and cumming with me, you know?”

He pulled back shaking his head, “That joke is beneath you my love.”

“It really isn’t though.”

He smirked, and it made your stomach flip because Nanami didn’t smirk often, but when he did? It was with you. All of his smiles and laughter were tied to you. You were his peace.

“Come on.” He helped you into a seated position. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You tried to rise to your feet but your thighs immediately gave out and you plopped back onto the blanket like a used rag doll. “I can’t feel my legs.”

He chuckled—actually chuckled—and you wanted to slap him and kiss him all at once.

“Give it a minute.” He gestured for you to relax.

He fished out a few tissues from the picnic basket—Kaya’s attention to detail deserved a Nobel Peace Prize—and gently helped you wipe down, each touch delicate but intimate. No teasing now, just soft care. His brows furrowed with focus like he was cleaning a wound, not the aftermath of a sinful little chocolate dare.

Once you were halfway decent, you made sure you were dressed and presentable again.

“Kaya’s friend’s cousin’s boss is gonna kill Kaya’s friend’s cousin if we don’t tidy this up right.” You pouted.

Nanami looked up. “Wait. That wasn’t a joke earlier?”

You gave him an exasperated look. “No! The friend’s cousin’s boss knows we were up here. I had to promise no fire hazards, no sex on the glass, and absolutely no food fights. Which, honestly, was a reasonable set of rules.”

He blinked at you. “You negotiated this?”

“Well, Kaya’s friend’s cousin did on my behalf.”

He looked at you like you were made of stardust and nerve. “You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?”

You gave him a lazy smile, one boot halfway zipped. “Not when it comes to you.”

You helped him fold the blanket, pack up the half-eaten food, snuff the candles, and box the chocolates.

As you gathered everything, you felt a paper shift in your pocket. You reached in and remembered you put the pictures in your pocket. Not a great place to store them, but they were fine.

You pulled it out, and there it was. The photo booth picture strip. You held it up between your fingers, the Tokyo skyline glittering behind it.

“I’m so in love with you,” you whispered, not even realizing you’d said it aloud… again.

He looked over, taking in the photo… then you. “That’s my line.”

You turned to him, cheeks flushing all over again, and kissed him. Slow. Gentle. A kiss like a thank you. A kiss that you hoped lasts forever.

“Ready to go home?” he asked, after a long moment.

You nodded, slipping your arm through his as you both made your way back inside. “Oh, I’m ready.”

His eyes flicked to yours. “You planning something?”

You grinned. “You should be worried.”

“I’m not.”

“You should be,” you said, voice dripping with promise. “Because when we get home, I’m going to take my time. I’m going to make you feel every second of what you just did to me on that balcony.”

He exhaled slowly, like he was already imagining it. “That a threat?”

You smirked, tugging him toward the elevator. “Oh you know it is.”

He chuckled low under his breath, pulled you closer, and whispered at your ear as the elevator doors closed, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

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CLONE HIGH CLOTHING SWAP!!(I'm gonna lore drop abt them but more importantly Anna )

Yayy lore time. So Anna is the clone of Anastasia Romanovna but she says she's the clone of Anastasia Romanov. This is because the other Anastasia Romanov is more well known and I like to include historical references in stuff. From what I know her body was never officially found, she was considered a mystery she was important because of that. Many people think she lived and escaped instead of being killed. Some people also pretended to be her or tried to for money from the aunt as is shown in the Disney movie. specifically Anna Anderson I think which is why I nicknamed her Anna. (If anyone needs to correct me on some of this stuff Ik its been a while since I've done research on the topic I've been researching other stuff.)

When Anna was cloned her foster father believed she was that Anastasia, so up until she was like 11 or so she believed she was Anastasia Romanov, she felt important. She watched the movie and loved the idea of being a princess, of being the one everyone was waiting for. Until one day scudworth told her she was wrong and got the names mixed up. So Anna saw Ivan and cried her eyes out. She didn't want to be the clone of some guys wife. She wants to be more important than that and not live in his shadow. She thinks she's important and seeing her dad disappointed about that really hurt her. So she decided that she was going to just cope. She'd forget everything scudworth said and live that lie. And it felt great for her, she brags about it alot. Though she's gone so far into coping she does almost believe it. because of that she's obsessed with popularity and living up to the real Anastasia Romanov. She wants to be famous, she studies hard and everything. She's even a cheerleader. Because of the coping thing it does make her view other people just as extensions of their clone parents. She thinks everyone thinks the way she does cause she's preppy. Also on why she expects people to be extensions of the clone parents is also due to some self loathing because of who she really is. That doesn't make her any less annoying though but I forgive her❤

Orginally Anna and Ivan were a ship because she couldn't fight her genes or whatever that's been erased actually I decided it'd be more interesting of she was a lesbian. ivan and her are still rivals. She doesn't know she's a lesbian yet tho cause comphet she's also Topher stepsister!! Basically they hate hate each other at first for obvious reasons and Topher even blackmails Anna. Then he does reveal who he's a clone of and she full on ignores him and calls him disgusting for like a week. But eventually they talk and they become a little closer? Anna starts understanding people aren't just their clone parents and she still like trying I guess? Topher also learns to not blackmail her so yay They have some solidarity, a little. They still don't like each other but its more in a sibling way.

Okay now Fyodor. Gonna guess no-one(but like one person) knows who Fyodor Basmanov is. I learned about him through some movies, basically Ivan the terrible had this alleged male lover. He was in the Oprichnina, like a secret police Ivan had made, and he rose in ranks fast. He was known as the favorite of the Tsar many people thought they were a thing(probably). There was rumors he'd wear skirts and dance for Ivan and stuff. Whether or not that's true in the Ivan the terrible movies he's in they actually do address it. In the 1940s two part one he sings this song abt killing people in a dress and a mask that is supposed to resemble Anastasia Romanovna in the beginning of the film. Which is actually why I made them do a clothing swap in the post. In the 1991 version he is sooo pretty and I can't understand everything in the film because no subtitles but I was able to get some context to what was happening. The story from what I know goes Fyodors the favorite and he uses that alot over other people, he sits next to the Tsar during meals and stuff, poisons people for him etc, then he tries to trick this other guy to get rid of him with witchcraft but word got back to Ivan and now they think Fyodor committed treason. So hes like no not me!!come on Ivan listen to me I'll tell everyone about us or something like that I don't know I could only understand some and he's dragged away. Real Fyodor apparently did get accused of treason by Ivan and he was ordered to kill his father. Some say then Fyodor was executed others say he was just sent away I don't know what really happened. Shrugs. Anyway

I made a clone of him just because I can ❤yay❤ he's Ivans ex friend they don't hang out anymore because Ivan thinks he's better than him. Fyodors just a chronically online guy that uses discord too much(gamer). He wears skirts too not for Ivan just cause I like gnc characters. Yay❤. Also Ivan and him weren't a thing though Fyodor probably does have a crush on him for a bit, the most Ivan does for him is buy him discord nitro. Which he doesnt do anymore. Fyodor does still sometimes try be friends with the bleacher creatures mainly cause sometimes he feels like he's nothing without Ivan so. Yeah. He's unsuccessful tho he's annoying af. He's cringe. He thinks it's funny tho

Anyway just realized I made three clones of Ivan the terrible lovers and I don't ship any of them with him(Maria's the third ill post about her another day. Her and Anna get together tho) this guy had like eight wives. I should really just clone all of them and make them a polycule(minus Ivan ofc) this is why I shouldn't study historical figures

[literatureluver]

my fellow ralmon yuri enjoyer <3 pls spill all ur hcs/thoughts about them!!!

YAYY!! Of course of course..

- For one thing I think that when they first landed on the island, simon saw ralph and immediately knew that she had a crush on her! She would get red whenever she was around ralph and get even more shy than usual :3 my favorite part of this hc is that ralph falls harder! I like to think that she would get quite protective over simon befause of this ^_^ they’re definitely that one audio thats like ‘woah.. angels have pink hair..’

- Both have autism of course.. simon stims by jumping up and down and touching her hair while ralph stims by rocking herself back and forth and sometimes hitting herself on the head (which simon helps to calm her down when that happens)

- I think that simon probably would not have outwardly transitioned yet when they landed on the island, so she would go ask ralph for help and she would help her make a skirt and do her hair for her :3 braids are simons favorite

- Adding onto the last one, if any other person on the island was talking about simon and misgendered her for whatever reason, ralph would immediately correct them and make sure it stayed that way

- Ralph gushes to simon about her ponies!! They would be lying down in the shelters, ralph lying her head down on simon’s lap while she runs her fingers through her hair and ralph could go on and on and on about each one (which she typically does)

- i know i know very cliche but i think they’d definitely make each other flower crowns.. or at least simon would while ralph keeps her company <3

[blackdollette]

omg school has been so so so hectic for me.

but ive said my thoughts on sub x sub stuff right ? k so ! dom x dom jack (or euro coz mmm euro) and reader :3

like jus imagine its their first non vanilla night and jack is hyping himself up, imagining what hes gonna do to his precious "sub". he knows that readers always been a bit pushy during their makeouts and very vocal on if she needs more foreplay or anything. but they start making out and getting naked and hes tryna push her on her back on the bed but shes like "whatre u doing?" and flips them over and grabs his hair and stuff :3 "did you really think i was gonna obey your every word? be serious, jacky baby."

yayy you're back!!

"i want you on me." | jack thurlow

chemtrrails over the country club. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly

dom!female!reader x dom!jack

word count: 1.3k

contents: 69 position, blowjob, slight femdom, lots of nasty stuff

you had him running completely mad. since the start of your relationship, he realized how different you were from all his past conquests. your first night together had ended in a sloppy makeout session that left your image engraved in his mind ever since. and that’s how he found himself at the drugstore checkout, putting down a box of flavoured condoms in front of the cashier.

“ring ‘er up.” he pulled out a few dollar bills, slamming them onto the counter without making direct eye contact with the young worker. his mind buzzed with thoughts of you laying down in front of him with his pulsating cock down your throat as you sucked on it through the sweet latex. he had never purchased this before, but he wanted to sweeten things up for you a little. because you were special. 

he shoved the box into his pocket, making his way out of the store. your long conversation with him from the night before had finalized your plans of spending the night with him. your innocent request rang through his head all night. he imagined your sweet little pussy hovering over his face, all busted up from the endless rounds of stimulation that he would put you through.

he had everything planned to the last letter even though he had always been the spontaneous type. he even went as far as cleaning his room a little. he was that desperate to make things work out tonight. 

as he arrived back at this place, he set the condoms on his dresser. the sun started to fall below the horizon and before he knew it, the doorbell rang, signaling your arrival. he lept up from his seat, quickly dashing to the mirror to check himself out. he looked tired and sickly with week-old stubble spotting his jaw, making him look attractive in such an effortless way.

you stood shyly on his stoop, fidgeting with one of the buttons on your cute little black skirt. the door swung open and you were met with his cold, blue eyes. from his perspective, you looked like a child’s doll. the wind blew up the fabric a little, giving him a tiny peek at your lacy little panties. the motion caused a sizzle to burn in his core. he wanted you. badly.

he took your hand, pulling you inside. once you were about 6 inches away from him, he shut the door behind you, pinning you there and kissing you deeply. you gasped slightly into the kiss before melting into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs and his waist. your aching clit brushed against his clothes boner, pulling out a groan from his swelling lips. 

he carried you up the stairs, gripping your ass firmly enough to make you whimper. you were practically putty in his hands, and right now he just wanted to see how far he could take you. he would destroy you tonight. he reached his bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with you writhing underneath him. 

before you knew it, you were both stripped down to the flesh. jack laid you down on your back as your tongues fought the silent yet heated battle. your nude bodies were tangled with one an other, the need and passion in your movements growing faster as each second passed. he had two curled fingers shoved in your needy cunt as he sucked harshly on your bottom lip.

he parted your lips for just to take a good look at you. he was going feral, his motions resembling those of a wild animal. he quickly pumped his cock as he trailed sloppy kisses down your jaw, making a disgusting mess of cum as he helplessly bucked his hips into the edge of the mattress. 

needy groans escaped from his spit-covered lips. he was falling apart before you had even done anything yet. he went to shove his pulsating length inside of you, but before he could react he was flipping onto his back with you on top of him, keeping your legs on either side of him. a look of great confusion flickered across his face until you started using his red, leaky tip to toy with your tiny clit.

your eyes conveyed a message that your lips wouldn't speak. he cleared his throat, his voice coming out as a low croak. “w-what’s goin’ on, doll..?” a smile spread across your lips as you leaned forward to bring yourself to his level. you trailed a finger down his neck, making him shiver. you brought your lips to his ear, whispering so sweetly that he could’ve melted right there. “i’m gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight…”

so the tables had turned. and so quickly that his head was still spinning. he watched as you picked up the box of condoms from the dresser, reading out the words. “strawberry flavoured condoms. cute.” your belittling words made his cheeks flush and alarming shade of red. you opened the box, taking one out and tearing it open with your teeth. the simple gesture made a stream of cum leak down his length as a deep groan escaped his lips.

you moved down, turning yourself around so that while you were face-to-face with his aching cock, your dripping cunt was right in front of his face. he was lost for words at the sight of your fat little pussy. you rolled the rubber down his length, watching as the condom was already swelling around his girth.

wasting no time, you spat on the tip, taking the whole thing down your throat in an instant. the sweet taste of the condom filled your mouth, making it all the more enjoyable for you. his muscles contracted as all of his most disgusting fantasies were finally coming true. he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. sweet moans and breathy whimpers caused his chest to rise and fall. this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. but he’d be lying if he said he wasnt loving it.

you ground your ass on his face a little, using his angular nose to get yourself off. you gagged and slurped up his dick, spit bubbling running down his balls and ruining the bedsheets underneath you. jack brought his hands up, using four fingers to start fingering you vigorously. you moaned deeply, the vibrations travelling down his veins. he buried his flushed face in your pussy, using his tongue and teeth to tug at your hard pearl as his nose penetrated your wet folds.

you screamed out as hot cum started pouring out of your hole, completely covering his face. as nasty as it was, he couldn’t get enough of the taste of your juices. he lapped up every last drop, wanting you to gush and squirt all over him. your legs wrapped around his head, nearly crushing him to death.

not a single thought could travel through your mind as his hypnotic movements pushed you closer to the edge. your nails dug into his thighs, leaving deep, crescent-shaped cuts all over them. his dick wiggles in front of your face as the condom filled up like a water balloon. you fondled his balls in your hands, sensing his orgasm coming.

you took his cock into your throat once more, wanting to feel him in your guts more than anything. tears streamed down your face as it hit the back of your throat repeatedly, but the pleasure of it was undeniable. your bodies were like a ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode from the abundance of stimulation. 

“d-doing such a good job, jack… j-just like that…” you rocked your hips against his face, not caring whether he’s suffocating or not. his muffled whimpers signalled that he was doing just fine under there. he reached a hand forward, pushing your head down his length as you swirled your tongue around him.

he fucked your face vigorously, letting the last amount of control in him take charge. this complicated display of dominance and submission was what made this truly orgasmic for the both of you. you both pushed eachother to your limits and far beyond them, making a complete mess of eachother in the process. 

needless to say, your first time with him truly turned his world upside down.

author's note: not too proud of this one :(( at least this visual is nice. but anyways this was supposed to come out like two weeks ago. enjoy yall!

[wordy-little-witch]

So like. I have my ongoing first (yayy) but smth that is just. Clinging in my brain, making me think and loop and vibrate is that like.

Earth, Sun and Solar have been through the absolute ringer lately. And Earth just recently had to cope with the complicated loss of a brother while trying to help her other brother and whatever-association-Solar-has. Now Lunar has gone down that same path of destruction that led to Nexus's death.

I really don’t think it's that much of a stretch to say she'd probably have a panic attack over it before going fucking frigid.

Because Sun has to kill Nexus.

And while she is more than aware that there are things in the past that have happened that she is not privy to, I don't doubt for a moment that she has been able to at least piece together some things. She's not a licensed therapist, and there are many things she doesn't handle properly in that regard, but I really love the idea of her actively making efforts to improve her methods and knowledge.

So she has been attacked by Lunar (truly attacked, not just insulted, not just threatened). She knows Sun is Not Well Right Now. She knows he hasn't been truly well in a very, very long time - if ever. She knows that Nexus's death has damn near broken him in a ways she doesn't know if she can fix.

But she knows her brother. She knows he hates being kept in the dark, hates being coddled and lied to, treated as weak or ineffectual. She has to tell them, has to warn them, just in case-

And honestly? She also just really wants her brother.

She's still angry at Moon - (Sun's vacant stare, oil slicked face, broken voice as he begged for a brother that wasn't there, nearly catatonic but for his heartbreak, and Earth is a pacifist, is a lover, not a fighter, but she wants to hit someone, wants to scream and rage, wants to tear the foundations from the very ground itself, so instead she wraps her arms around her big brother and they cry together) - she's still furious but there is no space for that now.

Yes, Moon has made an effort and she tells herself that it is good, that it is growth, but the terror in her heart at the thought of what it took to get there, what could have happened, what she suspected WOULD have happened if not for the precious timing, burns. She's making an active effort to be kind, because it is her choice to do so, her own decision and desire, but she can feel the cracks ((ones she wonders if Sun has learned to live with, ones she seethes at the idea of)).

She is hurt and scared and she wants Sun, she wants Solar, and she wants Monty - so Moon gets a tentative allowance.

She is hurt and scared and she's fucking terrified because this damage in her is bad enough, but it may completely shatter Sun, already so raw and brittle. There is no winning, no good choice, only a lesser of evils, and Earth wants to protect him but she can't. Not from this. Not from Lunar.

She's so tired of looking for protection from a brother, it hurts and it burns and she wants to lay down, wants to cry, wants to scream and sleep, but there is no time to do that because if she stops, that's it, that's the end, and she fears if she pauses for even a moment that she may do something poorly advised.

Usually her hugs are big, warm, enveloping and comforting - she acts as a wall between the world and her ward for however long is needed. She had planned for it. Sunny needed support, and she was going to give it to him, but the moment he opened the door and she met his gaze, something within her snapped.

Her optics clouded and a pathetic sound screeched from her voicebox, and somehow she went from in the doorway to being pushed down onto the couch. Warm hands, so gentle, so painfully sweet despite the horrors they have held, cup her cheeks and thumb away tears and she clings, trying to calm her breathing until he hoarsely asks her, "what's going on, Earth?"

And she falls into pieces, lunging to cling, her fingers tangling in his ruffled skirt, face buried into his shirt, as she wails. She hates herself for it. Sunny just holds her tightly, rocking gently. Even burnt out beyond measure, he pours from an empty cup and she sobs all the harder for it.

It takes time to get the words out, and she finds her syntax trees stuttering under the force of her emotions. Solar comes in at some point, joining them and coaching her through breathing exercises, grounding techniques, and she cannot find the words until Moon - she ignores how her grip tights almost painfully, distantly grateful that it is fabric in her fingers instead of metal, because she suspects she may have dented it at best - offers to hook the display port.

And the image she practically throws through the connective port casts a horrible silence across the room, the entire house, damn near the whole world. It is her desperate grip on Sun that keeps him from falling as his knees buckle, ivory optics wide and unseeing. She pulls him closer, coiling around him, offering and seeking comfort in equal, bitter measure.

Moon swears, and she can only barely pay attention to anything beyond the whirlwind in her chassis, hair sparking with static, until she hears those words. "Go" and "lab" and "be back later"

And she chokes on a wail.

"Don't go," she begs, holding Sun closer, even as numb gold-and-gunmetal hands try to press into her own arms and shoulders, clumsy and trembling, but she turns to the smudge of blue, voicebox burning with the force of her broken sounds, "don't go-"

"I won't be long" is the response she gets, not the one she needs, not the one Sun needs, but it is given casually, distractedly. "I need to find him."

After that, there is a blur, a cacophony of sound before a familiar baby blue shirt is pressed against her face and she shrieks with the force of her wailing as Solar holds her and Sun together, two broken beings held in place by bloodorange and ochre, a low timbre that she can't understand past the force of her servos and fans working desperately to keep her conscious.

Between one breath and the next, green and violet slips into her side, and someone tries to pull Sun from her arms, earning a rare growl from the habitually placid woman before she and her brother are simply enfolded between two bodies, tethered in this riotous typhoon of grief and terror and panic and sorrow.

Earth cries in Monty and Solar's arms, clutching her brother to her chest, and thinks to herself that they will never fully heal from this.

[the-kr8tor]

YK I MIGHT GO FROM THIS TO THE WAR TO THE END..... Daily Hobie HC! Part 3>:) It had been a few weeks ever since Hobie had lived up to his name as the boy saviour, saving you. You feel warmth seeping slowly into your bones, every night managing to feel the same peace as him of the stress lines softening, still next to him. Hobie had requested, one day, for you to pierce his ears. He couldn't help but huff under his breath as you leant over, closer to him with a consistently cleaned needle. He couldn't help but have his hand stabilizing you, firm on your waist just to keep you from falling into him. Time blurred completely for him, his brain malfunctioning while you were leaning into his body making him focus solely on trying not to embarrass himself. However, just as he let out a sigh of relief from the sudden scare of your face being so close, your face came closer, hands gently cupping his face and squinting towards the placement of the earrings. After a few moments of you tilting your head left and right, he could breathe. He looked at the earrings with a smile, taking a moment to admire them in the reflection of a nearby shiny object. A few more days spent together, and although you both haven't exactly said anything about any arising feelings, it was clear by the way you both were so close. You felt comfort, laying your forehead against his as the peaceful silence fell on both of you. Chaos was loud, the world outside was loud, but here with Hobie, it felt quiet. Clear. Silent. Its a nice feeling. As the rumors of the coming war soared across Zaun, eventually being picked up by Hobie and you, it was inevitable to avoid. With a bit of encouraging silence, Hobie's hand coming to cup your cheek and gently rubbing circles into your skin, his forehead pressed softly against yours, you both decided to get ready to join in with fighting the war. -🐦‍⬛

YAYY! I'm loving this au!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

IQNZJWNZJWJS THEY'RE BOTH AT PEACE WHEN THEY'RE WITH EACHOTHER 😭🥹

Teehee the little callback to the ekko piercing fic I just did! 🤭

I love that they're both skirting around the subject of affection/love while they're both being so affectionate (although quiet) with each other

The way he could barely breath when you're near 😍😍

For a moment i forgot abt the war 😭

[fagatakonin]

Got some shit by rummaging through clothes tht were already there at my home all this time. Sooooo many nice skirts! I am taking 2 with me. I was looking for flowy skirts that go above the knee because i recently developed a taste for them so that was a lucky find. And we threw a lot of old clothing out and me and my mother nearly clawed each other eyes out in the process but Yayy happy ending! And theres more clothing hidden somewhere in the deep confin3s of yhis flat and im so curious of what it might be

[novastaar]

Scar 🧷: Do they have any scars?

Nuh-uh 🫸: Is there anything they would REFUSE to wear?

Weather 🌦: What type of weather do they prefer?

One of my own I've added:

🗺️International Which versions of Dashi and Peso do they live with? (Australian or American Dashi? British or Spanish Peso.)

Yayy! Thanks for the ask!

🧷: Trixie actually has quite a few scars. Most of them are just from injuries she didn't leave alone and picked at (because I always do that). But she also has a claw mark on the side of her face and several other, much older scars on her stomach from when she was a kit (probably about 4 years old)

(I actually revised this image a while ago to show what I mean). Frog doesn't have scars, per se, but she does have a few places where she was dented or scraped, or just where their paint was scratched off.

🫸: Trixie doesn't like wearing much beside her usual outfit, but the only things she would refuse to wear would be stuff like crop tops and skirts. They just make her feel uncomfortable. She also doesn't like to wear boots in the desert, but she will in the Octopod or on some above ground missions. Frog, on the other hand, wouldn't ever willingly wear anything other than her usual outfit. She's very attached to it to the point where she gets anxious if she's wearing anything else

🌦: Trixie loves heavy rain. She doesn't like thunderstorms since her ears are so sensitive, but heavy rain is just so pleasant to listen to. Frog isn't a fan of weather in general, but they'd have to choose hot, sunny days. They were built to endure extremely hot temperatures, but they're sensitive to the rain and the cold

🗺: I actually haven't thought about this one much. It would probably be the Spanish Peso and the Australian Dashi, just because I prefer those voices for them. Peso's voice just sounds more natural to me in the US version (probably because that's the one I'm used to) and Dashi's voice in the original fits her better (and I'm also a sucker for Australian accents-)

[shopwitchvamp]

Thank you so much for the skirts!!! The three I got came in today they're so so pretty and I'm so happy to have them! The crystal oracle though!!!!! Girl how'd you know my birthstone!?!? Lol I thought that was a crazy coincidence. I'm not sure tops yet but I'm so grateful. Thank you.

Yayy I'm glad they all arrived safely and that you're so happy with them!

As for the crystal 😆 it was 100% a coincidence!! I make a ton all at once and put them in a big bowl, then my partner and I just grab one at random for any orders that got one. That's cool tho that it ended up being your birthstone 😁✨

[espopstar]

raylaaaaaaa do u have precure ocs yet..... /lh - idia

Yea but only in like theme and name. They're based on Wonderland and I named all the cures (not the actual names tho only the cure names)

Cure Alice (Pink) Cure Hatter (Blue) Cure Tick-Tock (Red) Cure Agaric (Green) Cure Cheshire (Orange / Unique Transformation)

Also I have a silly lil Cure Hatter idea doodle thing where I realized outfits matter and wanted to like draft one yayy

For the sake of making pretty girls I plan on making them like 16-18 even though the cures are normally like 14 or so. Cure Hatter is meant to be the prince girl trope and Cure Cheshire is the mischievous catlike girl but in a hot way because she also the ex-evil side character because villain cheshire cat girl seems like a way to make a hot girl and I am not straight 👍

Ain-de-dwayz the little buddy mascot char is a dormmouse that lives in a flying teapot with wings. The teapot also always has tea in it but it's like. Not clean cuz the mouse sits in it (and is also somehow dry all the time). Also the magic land it comes from to give them powers is obviously Wonderland wooah.

OH ALSO they transform with a teapot by spilling/pouring tea. Cure Alice hold the teapot and spins around to spill it around her. Cure Hatter twirls the pot on her finger so it spills in a spiral and wraps around her to form the skirt/socks/shoes then pours it onto her hands for gloves. Cure Tick-Tock trips and stumbles around the whole time and the tea that spills becomes her outfit.

that's all I have so far yayy

[petruchio]

3, 12 and 31 <3

YAYY!!

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

oooo this is tough!! i'm going to say: titanic, howl's moving castle, and when harry met sally :)

12. what's some good advice you want to share?

LOL i do love sharing advice!! something i was thinking about recently is that your body and your brain are always going to go down a comfortable pathway until you consciously make the choice not to let them. it's something i was thinking about during a yoga class-- because i have some muscles that i know are always super tight, so when i do certain poses or stretches, my body will kind of compensate to keep the tight muscles from actually stretching. because why would it want to actually stretch the tight muscle when i *can* do it already and stretching and working weak muscles is uncomfortable?

so for example, the front of my hip is super tight. so often times, instead of actually stretching it, i'll kind of unconsciously hike up my hip and avoid actually stretching the tight muscle bc i have the flexibility in other areas to kind of "get around" the tightness. so i have to make a conscious effort to stretch it! and it hurts and doesn't always feel good!! but in the long run i feel so much better, because i actually manage to work on the muscle that needs work instead of just continuing to feed the imbalances that are already there.

and in a way, the same is true for the brain -- it's much easier to just go down the same pathways and default to the habits as i always do, even if they are creating imbalances in me or not serving me in healthy ways. but like with stretching my hip, it's my responsibility to make a conscious effort to make the better choices, even if i know i can "get around" the uncomfortable parts the same way i avoid stretching a tight muscle. it takes time to notice your habits and to unpack why they're there, but it is also so valuable to have that self knowledge. it doesn't mean you always have to do it; sometimes it's fine to just do the easy thing because it's easy. but it's good to have an awareness of it.

i don't feel like i explained that well at all haha. but it's just something i was thinking about.

31. are you messy or organized?

i'm very organized. like sometimes to a fault. in terms of mess i do often fall victim to the entropy of adult life -- so for example i know i need to go through my closet and get rid of some clothes, because i have a bunch that i know i am not wearing and i need to make more space, but i just haven't gotten around to it so it's looking a bit messy right now. but in terms of organization, even though it's too full, my closet is insanely organized. my clothes are organized along the row by: sleeve length, then color, then style. so like, in my closet, in descending order it goes: white tanks, black tanks, white tees, black tees, white long sleeve, black long sleeve, then i have my bottoms which go short skirts, long skirts, jeans, work pants/slacks. it makes it really easy to get dressed bc i will know i want a shorter cropped white tee and i know exactly where it is in the row. but i am also, like, insane. but yes i am a very organized person.

[wheelie-butch]

bailey 2 9 17 23 + julia 7 14 28 33 I NEED 2 KNOW‼️‼️

yayy my best friends Bailey + Julia....

Bailey

2 - what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

I do NOT know enough about the music of the 1830s lol, but I think her taste would be like. Anything you can listen to and imagine the 1830s equivalent of an animatic in your head to.

9 - favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

I think Bailey like would be a picky eater if he had enough money to be lol, but I think most of his life it's been a 'you get what you get' situation. Growing up she probably got to try bits and pieces of fancier food but that was a rarity really. He's probably also got a sweet tooth I think so favourite would be like apple cake or something like that.

17 - how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

READING. Bailey worked in a grand household since very young in various different roles, but generally skirted work as much as he could get away with, and being sickly was often stuck in bed, so he read as much as he could borrowed from the house's library. If not reading and actually having to work, she eavesdropped as much as possible and was a menace for spreading gossip.

23 - how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

Ough I can hear her in my head but it's hard to describe... accent wise, probably like sounds a bit posh but also you can tell this is put on. He's got kind of an androgynous voice, I don't think naturally it's super low but when he ran away at like around 17 he got in the habit of lowering it to sound older, and also he smokes all the time so it's a bit rougher from that. I think she's actually not too bad at singing but never does it really. The only time is if Julia (who loves singing and does not sound good) gets her to.

Julia

7 - favorite animal? why?

hm I haven't thought before, but I'm going to say swallows! The real world reason for that is I designed Julia's eventual butch transformation first with a swallow in mind though I'm actually not sure why? Maybe because they're associated with sailors? I guess in world it can also be because they're associated with sailors and I think she'd like they travel so far and always return back.

14 - are they any good with numbers?

If you asked her she'd be like 'oh no haha :)' but she definitely is, like if someone was trying to work something out outloud she'd probably be able to very casually supply the answer without thinking too hard. She's never been formally taught any maths beyond the very basics but she taught herself anything she might need for medicine. She is quite smart in the like traditional sense but doesn't really recognise it in herself.

28 - how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

When she cares about someone she does her best to literally look after them, and tries to share stuff together as much as possible. Lancet + Bailey have had to get used to 'we are having Household Dinner Together' and 'we are doing Household Gifts for Christmas' and 'we are Reading Out Loud as a Household this evening' and so on because she treats the three of them as much more of a unit than Lancet + Bailey were being before. Once she becomes properly close with Bailey she's also much more willing to argue and bicker and push back when she thinks Bailey needs it. There was probably a phase where Lancet was like 'oh god they were getting on so well before, what happened??' but actually her being more firey with Bailey is because she's more comfortable.

When she doesn't like someone, I think it's pretty obvious, she's not very good at hiding it, especially since she tends to go into meeting new people with a like very open and friendly attitude. She will openly glare at them, if it's a situation where she HAS to do something for them will do it with sulky bad grace. I think usually if she takes against someone it would be because she thinks they're being unfair either to her or someone she cares about, so she'd probably have a bit of a righteous attitude in her making clear she dislikes them. She can get over it though if she feels they have proven themself and will go back to being her usual friendly self to someone with no embarassment about having been so unfriendly before. (She is pissed off with Mal when they first meet but likes him a lot by the end so we'll probably see this in action at some point.)

33 - if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

Lancet - He sees her as an excellent apprentice, even if she's a bit 'much' at times with trying to treat the household as a little family. He considers her very trustworthy (oblivious to her liberal relationship with 'the law', 'the truth', and 'other people's things') and hardworking (true). He'd happily tell anyone she's a fine asclepist in training.

Bailey - Bailey would probably tell people that Julia is his landlord's apprentice she's taken under her wing, and that she's clever but naive, and so needs showing what's what. Really, he thinks Julia is much more impressive than he's generally going to admit, even if the self-delusion stuff is very frustrating for him to see.