#+ couple of little secret things as a bonus

[everye]

tw blood, gore

NIGHTMARE

that day has finally come.

the time is neigh.

everyone will be realised, from pain and suffering.

our salvation is at hand.

this is the day of reckoning.

when all our sorrows will be washed away.

when we return to the TRUE PARADISE !!

my daughter will be ..

the mother of GOD !!

alessa has been trapped in an endless NIGHTMARE from which she never wakens.

however ..

[eachuisge-cc]

now I know this LOOKS like a situation that's gone horribly wrong, but Milton here is perfectly fine and modeling an inaugural pass at WickedWhims-enabled nude digitigrade legs that's miraculously gone without a hitch.

(he's not actually fine, he's upset because I made him stand naked in the rain for like ten minutes, but these are sacrifices we must make)

These will require WW to work, but they'll be massively more functional and flexible than my original satyr leg pants/shoes, and they're compatible with all my digitigrade pants. I'm also going to eventually make a variety of hooves and paws for all your fantasy and furry needs, and I'm going to create fur overlays for each that are applied as skin details in CAS so that they can come in multiple colors/patterns. There will be NSFW versions of the legs as well, but for the moment my focus is on finishing the first pair of hooves and getting some basic satyrs up and running smoothly before starting on a bunch of add ons.

[zickmonkey]

Gonna say some semi weird shit lmao sorry

[kakushino]

I'm married, Miss

Tomioka Giyuu x Fem! Reader

Your husband is a changed man when drunk.

Tags: fluff, alcohol consumption, post-Muzan era (so minor KNY spoilers?) Word count: 0,8k

Masterlist

Giyuu and you had gone on your customary monthly date night - to the lively izakaya you had first met at, introduced to each other by Tengen. It was a place that also served good food, other than the good alcohol, which was a definite bonus, but you were not thinking about any of the details of how or why you became a couple.

How could you, when Giyuu seemed to be deep in his cups and looking cute enough to eat?

A slight flush overtook his face some time ago, making you admire him with a bright smile. Your husband was so handsome, wasn’t he?

He took a small piece of food from the shared plate of assorted meats you shared, still a little clumsy with his left hand. He had an adorable frown marring his brow, his lips set in a pout, before he finally managed to successfully bring the bite to his lips, his expression relaxing as he chewed. 

He truly was a changed man when drunk.

“I love you,” you told him, still staring at him with a wide smile on your face.

Giyuu paused, blinking a few times, as if he’d just noticed you were there. “I’ll have you know I’m married, Miss,” he retorted neutrally, stumbling over his words a bit, the frown from earlier returning.

His answer surprised you. How much had he had to drink? Before you could tell him you were his spouse in question, he started to speak.

“I’m afraid you have no chance against her. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He jabbed his chopsticks in your direction, as his coworker Obanai used to do with his finger, accusatory. “You might be pretty but she’s prettier.”

Laughter bubbled from your throat. “Is she? Tell me more about her, please.” 

Giyuu’s frown was replaced by a completely neutral face, the only indication to his intoxication the blush on his cheeks. He was dead serious about ‘his wife’, it seemed. “She’s amazing,” he said breathily, adoration clear despite his expression. “My pearl, gods, what I wouldn’t give to hold her right now…” He looked down on his hand, still holding the chopsticks as it rested on the table, looking like a sad puppy. “She’s so-” he gestured oddly in the air, snapping his chopsticks as he concentrated, “she’s so comfort-shaped.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, your smile turning lovesick as you took in your drunk husband. He was just so adorable, wasn’t he? He loved you as much as you loved him. 

“She’s my treasure, flashiest treasure - she’s always got this glow, you see?” Giyuu leaned forward as if he were telling you a great secret. “She’s beautiful.” He nodded sagely, agreeing with himself.

You couldn’t help but to ask him a personal question that had weighed on your mind for a time while he was out of it. “Oh, what about her bad traits? Surely, every human has a bad trait? Like, does she snore, or is she annoyin-”

“Absolutely not!” Giyuu looked offended at that. “My wife- my wife and annoying? No, never. Never ever-” he slurred his speech a little, waving his chopsticks threateningly in your face. “And how dare you say she snores! My pearl only ever releases the sweetest sounds known to man, but you-” he pointed at you angrily, “-you are hurting my wife’s honor, and I will fight you for that.” As if to prove a point, he jabbed his utensils into one of the meats on the plate and ate it, glaring daggers at you.

You were pleasantly surprised at the valiant defense of your character; it only made your husband more endearing, and you really, really wanted to continue teasing him - especially knowing he would remember this in the morning - but your bladder felt too full to sit still for much longer.

You excused yourself, which Giyuu ignored, still munching on the food with vigor. You kept giggling under your breath as you went to the lavatory, a sense of light schadenfreude making you grin wide, knowing he would suffer in the morning and regret his choices. Now however, you would enjoy the situation.

When you came back, your husband greeted you warmly, recognizing you at last. “Heyyy, my pearl,” he smiled warmly, leaning forward against the table to be closer to you. “I missed you - so much.” 

“I just had to go to the toilet, dear,” you reminded him with a soft laugh.

His flushed face scrunched up into a pout. “There was someone insulting you while you were gone. I defended you though.” Giyuu sat up straighter, preening a little, waiting for your compliment.

“Thank you, dearest,” you could only grin at that. Oh, you so would enjoy him remembering the night come morning.

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[tarjapearce]

You know the ‘girlfriend effect’ trend going on ? I feel like that would be mama and Miguel. Like Miguel having a horrible style and wearing the most outrageous terrible clothes and not knowing what to do with his hair or not doing any form of facial care routines (you how men are) until he meets our mama and she just helps him develop a style and find what works best for him but doing it in a way that isn’t insulting and belittling but rather caring and loving.

This is Pre-Soccer Family 🤭

Boyfriend Makeover

Ever since MJ's birthday party at Peter's, things had taken a turn between you and Miguel.

Something that had left him with the little seed of seeing you as many times as possible from now on, rooting and blooming within. And in truth, you couldn't wait to see him again as well.

He had this je ne sas quoi that drawn you in like bees to pollen. Like gasoline to a fire, and anything intrinsically related in nature.

When you went home to a little more intimate and girls only after party, you spilled the beans and Jessica slid a couple of bucks in MJ's direction when you were too busy fangirling and gushing like a teenager whose crush just noticed her for the first time ever.

"He tried to kiss me!"

"Miguel?"

"Yes!" You plopped on the bed with a nervous squeal.

"You two kissed?" MJ watched at Jessica eagerly, as if ready to receive more money from the secret bet they had done on who kissed who first.

"Nah, he gotta work for it. But, damn... I was holding back so badly. He looks like a good kisser."

Jessica giggled at your ecstatic state.

"Just kiss him, woman! Pretty sure he'd die on the spot if you do that"

And so you did. The first kiss had been nothing you had expected, A little fumble and clumsy but sweet. He was taken aback when you made the first move, but couldn't complain. He had sandwiched your face in between his big hands and gave you a kiss you only  fantasized often, once the movie had finished in TV back on his apartment's living room.

Things just flowed from there. He once grabbed your hand as you ventured through the sea of people in the mall when you were shopping.

"Won't find you later, Chaparrita." (Little one)

"Well, if you're gonna hold my hand, then do it properly."

With an impish smile you entwined your fingers with his, he only flared an airy yet bashful chuckle as his hand tightened it's grip on yours.

----

Even though he had asked you to date him officially, the doubt in people's faces remained. Not that you cared, but seeing him particularly serious after a gathering meant that someone had said something either about you, or the both.

"Do I look awful to you?"

You truly weren't expecting something so trivial to upset him that way, sure there were things he could improve about himself that would just only add him a bonus to his already effortlessly gorgeous looks.

"What?. Who told you that?"

He shrugged and kept driving. His style was something basic and borderline boring, office like all the way. Like if the nerdiness refused to leave his body completely and had rioted big time and now was the ruling sovereign of his closet.

Sweatpants in different tones of gray and black, graphic tees that had endured through college time and other basic things, sneakers and a couple of shoes and boots. The only stylish sort of thing he had was a navy blue suit that ripped as he tried to slid it past his broad shoulders.

"Shit you hear around." He grumbled while driving.

"Well, if you don't like your style we could change it. I could help if you want to, of course."

"What would you change about it?"

"Even though I love when you wear your lab coat and those sweatpants together" You giggled and took his hand briefly, "I'd add more color to your wardrobe and other different textures. You'd look even more handsome with summer colors."

"It's not summer."

"I know, just saying I'd add a bit more color to it."

"Right. We can do that. What about eh, the... things you put on the face. Masks and shit?"

Your face lit up upon the questions he was throwing at you as he gestured to his face.

"What about them?"

"How do you use them?"

In truth, he had overheard some things behind his back. Him looking like a tired creep that always wore the same clothes, them surprised at you tolerating such lack of style, but what had affected him more than what he let on was hearing that you deserved more than just a greasy haired nerd guy in your life. Mostly said by guys that looked straight out of a photo shoot in Italy.

His hair hovered on his shoulders, either tied in a lazy man bun or simply slicked back. Skin rough and oily, a few ingrown hairs in his stubble. Some pimples here and there. As long as he was clean, like his clothes it had been more than enough for him so far. Contrary to you. Ever glowing, stylish and delicious smelling.

Hell, some of his clothes still smelled like you even if he washed them. But now that a new chapter of his life started with none else but you, he wanted to be better. He was already a bit self conscious about his overall looks, and didn't wanna add more to the list of things he already hated about himself, but for some reason you loved.

He wanted to increase the latter. And if a makeover was needed for you to be even more into him, he'd go under them. And what a better chance to do so when you were excited about it. Another excuse to spend the day together, really. Even if it meant to go under layers of things foreign to his skin or be switching into things in a secluded changing room.

"We could meet tomorrow at the mall, buy new clothes and spend the rest of the day pampering ourselves."

"Sounds scary."

"The only thing you gotta be afraid is what the lack of sun block does to the skin."

"I'm aware that cancer can be developed after the constant exposure to high UV lights."

"You're so sexy when you speak like that."

"I'm actually surprised you find me appealing given my lack of-"

"Ah don't ruin it, Miguelín. You know that's not why we got together."

"Still, I wanna be better. Can't look like a tired creep." You swatted his head gently with a deadpan in your eyes.

"Miguel, even if you wore an unicorn onesie, I'd still adore you the same and I'd definitely fuck you afterwards."

He snorted and looked at you with softened eyes.

"But the gesture is highly appreciated. I'm excited really. We get to spend the day together and have fun."

"Shopping day tomorrow then?"

"Of course!"

-----

You visited different stores, even took a mini photo shoot of the outfits you had picked together for him. He wasn't that into flashy or saturated prints. He was more of plain colors, and if something was printed it had to be minimum. Attention seeking was in the least of his priorities.

His confidence seemed to take a higher place the more clothes he tried and new compliments flew out your mouth.

You had him a blushing mess as you asked him to twirl for you only to slap his ass and give a rather thirsty yet loving comment on him. You already made those when he wore your favorite gray sweatpants. Nothing had changed really, except for one outfit that had your cheeks a bright red the more you stared .

Cotton plain navy blue polo shirt that adjusted perfectly on his upper frame, white pants that made a perfect job in accentuating his waist and white leather loafers. It was the winner of the day.

"Never in my life have I been envious of a shirt, until today."

You then went for the skin care. Exfoliants, moisturizers, masks and so many other tools he had the slightest idea they even existed. Even though you explained each and their functions, he had to take a break to let all sink in.

"How many times I must put all this in my face?"

"Twice a day. Morning and night before sleeping."

"Don't get me wrong but, how do you find time to do this?"

"It becomes a discipline over time. And now I can't live without it."

"If something's worth saying, I like the... uh, the scent and feeling that it leaves in your skin. It's nice."

He cleared his throat as you kept adding products to the basket.

"Why, thank you." You kissed his cheek as you both looked over the men section of skincare, "We gotta get you a proper shaving kit also. Razors only damage your skin. Wanna keep your beard?"

"Do you like it?"

"I don't mind it honestly. With or without it you look scrumptious." Your eyebrows wiggled at him and his ears turned a light shade of pink.

"Let's get it then."

----

His eyes were all teary and glossy the more you pulled the peel off mask from his sensitive skin.

"Ow! Ow, ya! Amor, ya!" You laughed silently as you stopped. Hips straddling him, face to face, masked with the pore cleansing charcoal product, smeared in your features.

You had tied his hair carefully to then teach him how to properly clean his face, after a session of much needed steam to relax and open his pores.

Also squeezed some tools as gently as possible to get gunk and black spots out, but even so had him squirming at the beginning, then you had taught him how to properly cleanse his face, and in what order each product had to be applied. He was genuinely interested at the components of each thing and how well they seemed to react on his skin. Secretly taking a picture of him while having his eyes closed.

"Relax Eddie Brock, we're almost done!"

"¿No te duele o qué?" (Does this even hurts for you?)

"We are Venom." You giggled but he just deadpanned,

"You're not funny. You're a psycho."

"After you do this a bunch of times it comes out easier and less painful."

To his horror, you peeled off the mask without much ows and hissing, like he was, cringing at the way the black and elastic thing abandoned your face, coming out in in a piece.

"It would've be a lot less painful but you put it on your eyelids and so damn close to the ears. The first places I told you to not put it on!"

"I don't know about these things-" He hissed as you pulled in a go the last remnants of the mask. A little whimper and a grunt came out later.

"Canija!" You kissed his face softly where the mask had been, trying to soothe the pain as he cussed.

"Please tell me we're done with that"

Instead of words you smooched his lips with a proud smile.

"We're done. Now let's get you some serums."

"You're not putting needles in my face, are you?"

"What? No. It's not that kind of serum. It's like vitamins for your skin in oily or creamy textures."

By the end of the day he had fallen asleep as you used your jade face roller on him, but woke up with a glowy and healthy looking skin. Even some pimples had diminished their redness. His tired face not only was less tired but looked like he had slept well for weeks. No longer oily and breaking out.

Despite the pain, it all had been worth it. But your shocked face upon seeing him well dressed in a cream button shirt, black pants and dress shoes, and a fresh haircut that would turn into his forever look; holding a bouquet of tulips before your door, was absolutely priceless.

Needless to say you didn't make it to the dinner date, too busy ravaging eachother to care.

[chiscribbs]

Updated Future Donnie Concept Art!!!

So, I've been hesitant to try my hand at designing an Apocalyptic Future version of Donnie for a while, for a number of reasons - mainly that I just didn't have a clear idea of him in my brain yet and the thought of attempting to update his already pretty perfect design was highly daunting - but I finally caved and decided to take a crack at it. A couple months and several revisions later, I'm actually genuinely happy with the result. I'd still consider this "concept art" more so than a final design, elements of it could definitely be improved, but I really do like the concept as a whole - I think it could work!

The main goals I had in mind while working on this were: A. Must fit the character/look like something Donnie would canonically wear and still be easily recognizable. B. Must work in the Rise world & style (i.e. not be overly detailed or have too complex a silhouette.) C. Must fit in with the other (canonical) Future Rise designs.

I was also thinking about what problems Donnie might be trying to solve, which is what inspired the belt (more info on that below). All-in-all, although there might still be a few kinks to work out, I think I managed to come up with a pretty solid base design for my favorite Warring Warrior Scientist (Jr.)

Some additional character tidbits under the cut.

Also, I can't draw mechanisms to save my life, so just pretend those vague ninpo-gun-things make sense lol

Donnie has a mechanical prosthetic leg. How'd he lose that leg? Up to interpretation - my working theory is that it was a minefield accident that occurred when he was trying to blow some Krang dogs to Timbuktu. Naturally, since it's Donnie and they are in the midst of an alien apocalypse, he designed the leg to do a whole lot more than just help him stand without falling down. It's a multifunctional tool that contains a plethora of secret uses - including, but certainly not limited to, sawing off ugly Krang faces. It's essentially his new tech bo.

Bonus leg tidbit: Casey Jr. saw him deploy the saw blade in battle once when he was little, he then proceeded to beg for a saw-leg of his own to fight the Krang with. Donnie, realizing that amputating a perfectly healthy child's leg is probably not that most morally acceptable option, instead made him his own "sawing stick"(AKA, his motorized hockey stick)...which the others then made him wait until Casey's 10th birthday to give him.

The belt that Donnie's wearing here is a prototype of his latest invention. Its intended purpose: to deflect the Krang's mystic-blocking attacks, allowing them to use their ninpo in close combat. It took a lot of risk-taking to collect the necessary information to create such a device, and he experienced a number of way-too-close calls (one of which may or may not have resulted in that large gash across his plastron), but he finally managed to crack the code and pinpoint the frequency of the Krang's sound waves. He's testing it out right now to make sure that it works and is safe to use, but once it's out of beta, he plans to mass-produce them for every mystic-wielder in the Resistance to use in battle. He believes it could turn the tides of the war...unfortunately, the device never makes it out of beta, as he dies before its completion.

Donnie's gloves are fashioned after the ones his dad used to wear in his Lou Jitsu days (with some modifications, for comfort and to make working with screens a little easier and less annoying.) The material they're made out of is far more durable, of course, since he's working with them near-constantly and under varying conditions. But maybe he designed them to look like this as a way of keeping his dad's memory close, similar to Leo's sword hilt?

Ironically, Donnie uses his ninpo probably the most consistently out of all the brothers (even though Mikey uses his to the greatest extent, hence his rapid aging). He's constantly using it to check on the base's security status and multitask while working on other projects. Because his ninpo takes a good deal of brain power to operate, it puts a significant amount of strain on his nervous system and this causes frequent complications. Seizures, spasms, and blackouts become a semi-regular occurrence - especially in the latter part of his life. Donnie does his best to manage them, but the workload makes it almost impossible to do so properly. Mikey is able to help with these attacks when they happen, but Donnie - not wanting his brother to overuse his powers any more than he is already - usually opts to just ride it out and save the mystic healing for people who need it. The exception to this rule being when he's in the middle of an extremely important procedure and can't stop long enough to let the attack pass naturally, then he has no choice but to accept Mikey's aid.

This is probably needless to say at this point, but much like Leo and his other brothers, he is a giant. Equal in height to Leo (if not slightly taller, even without the goggles.) The doodle in the top-left corner of the sketch page where he's next to April is meant to be them sitting, so don't take it as anywhere near an accurate representation of their height comparison. It is not, he dwarfs her by several feet, lol.

[lullabestie14]

Found this comment on Reddit. Couldn’t explain it better than this.

“It’s clear from Mist and Fury that the original ships were: Feysand, Nessian, Elucien, and Mor/Azriel. Like it’s so obvious the way she wrote Mor and Azriel; Mor even seems vaguely interested/torn about Az. Looking at interviews, SJM even talks about Elucien as a couple (eg where would they like to travel together, etc).

Flash forward to ACOWAR. For whatever reason (lack of chemistry with Az, wanting more diversity) SJM has Mor say that she prefers women. This time the Az-pining-for-Mor is more desperate/feels like a zero chance of being requited. SJM also introduces Az as a potential love interest for Elain because she loves throwing a wrench. Just because Elucien are mates doesn’t mean they’ll have it easy; SJM’s whole thing is angst. She had to throw in a love triangle to make it uncertain. This is the first couple where mate status is confirmed upon meeting.

But there’s a problem now. If Az and Mor are no longer endgame, who will they end up with? is it not suspicious that the two new characters introduced in SF (Gwyn and Emerie) just HAPPEN to be potentially be good partners for Az and Mor? Like it’s not a coincidence that Emerie looks at Mor and blushes, remarking how pretty she is. It’s not a coincidence that Az and Gwyn have so many interactions in the text. It’s not a coincidence that a “random side character” shows up in a bonus chapter.

When SJM created Gwyn and Emerie, it wasn’t just to give Nesta friends. These characters clearly didn’t exist when she wrote MAF. SJM wanted new characters that would solve her retcon of ending Az/Mor. She wanted to solve the Mor/Az retcon so bad that she created a NEW RETCON of Az going to Sangravah. Like why bother to add that detail if it’s not important.

Also: poor Lucien. His endgame heroine was supposed to be Nesta until SJM realized they would be terrible together and that Nessian had better chemistry. So she gives Elucien the mating bond. Like is she really going to fuck Lucien over TWICE? She loves him as a character and has put him through the wringer. Yes, I agree that SJM can change her mind and maybe is open to mate rejection, but Lucien has already switched love interests from Nesta to Elain! Who else is he going to switch to, considering that Jurian and Vassa are “at each other’s throats?”

Finally, please think about the number of books left. Ignoring novellas (which are probably gonna be fluffy ones like ACOFAS where nothing happens), there are two main books left. Two couples.

Option A:

• ⁠Gwynriel (Valkyrie growth, Illyrian rebellion, exploring Ramiel, Gwyn’s autumn heritage and maybe lightsinger?? powers)

• ⁠Elucien (Helion secret baby, defeating Koschei, freeing Vassa, fixing spring court)

Option B

• ⁠Elriel (mate rejection storyline, potentially some stuff above)

• ⁠?????

Literally WHO is the second book in this equation? Lucien and Vassa?? We barely know Vassa and there’s barely any connection to Night Court. And Lucien’s book is going to be depressing as fuck dealing with mate rejection; does anyone want to read two heavy books of rejection? Jurian and Vassa: again, we barely know them! At least with Tower of Dawn, Chaol had been a main character for a long time with POV. SJM will not do a full-length Emerie/Mor book as much as I would love for one. She’s very cognizant of criticism re: Mor bi rep in the past; she doesn’t want to open a can of worms and be accused of writing bad sapphic rep. If anything, I can see a fluffy Emerie/Mor novella with little angst (or them getting together in the background of other books).

So from a meta structural level, I don’t understand who the second couple will be if Elriel is endgame. Lucien/Vassa is the most plausible answer, but 1) we barely know Vassa, 2) she’s human and Lucien is immortal. So are we going to toss her into the Cauldron to make her immortal? Serious question, and 3) I don’t want TWO books about mate rejection, it’s depressing as hell. I can see one but not two.

But with Gwynriel and Elucien, you have enormous fan and audience interest in ALL FOUR CHARACTERS. They’re directly tied to Night Court and SJM so far has no intention of staying away from the core group.”

[luveline]

so! we were talking about hockey!sirius a couple days ago soooooooo

i would love to request hockey!sirius flirting with a reader who is not yet his girlfriend. (bonus points if he does the lighting her cigarettes for her like i would die actually)

thank you for requesting! —hockey player!sirius asks you on a date. 1k

"Hey, you." 

You squeeze your box of cigarettes but manage to keep your flinch to yourself. "Sirius, you're like a ghost," you complain, letting your bag fall back behind you. 

"A fit one, at least?" he asks. "I've caught you, haven't I?" 

You fish your box of cigarettes from your bag guiltily. "Don't tell my coach and I'll give you one." 

"Give me two and I'll let you borrow my clipper."

"A clipper," you drawl, drawing two cigarettes from the box to pass him. "I didn't think you were rich." 

"You know, my parents are loaded." 

You put a cigarette between your lips and shove the box down the depths of your bag, your dirty little secret hidden once again. Sirius knows because he's the only other idiot sportsman at your rink stupid enough to smoke at practice. "Weird brag." 

"Well," —he bobs his head from left to right gently, inhaling sharply as he lights the end of his cigarette, breathing through it, "it would be if I spoke to them." 

"Oh, shit. Sorry." 

"Don't be sorry," he says, his cigarette held carelessly between his lips as he ushers you forward. He's much more careful about you, holding your arm in a gentle hand as he lights the end of your cigarette, and nodding encouragingly when you inhale, his eyes a stony grey where they meet yours. "I brought it up." His hand coasts briefly up to your shoulder before he takes a step back. "I like telling you things." 

You lean against the wall and Sirius leans beside you. The outside of the rink is boring, a huge parking lot full of cars going in and out. Sirius' car, a dark cherry red oldsmobile with more scratches than paint, is parked not too far from where you're standing, a dent the size of a sledgehammer head in the driver's side that wasn't there before. "What happened to the vampmobile?" you ask. 

"James. I bet you never would've guessed," he says sarcastically.  

"I wouldn't have. He's a sweetheart. I'd be much more tempted to think you did it doing doughnuts on the industrial–" 

Sirius cuts you off, flicking the tip of his cigarette with a put upon attitude, "I don't do doughnuts. You think so little of me, sweetpea." 

He says sweetpea like you're the cutest thing on earth. You nudge him mildly and stub your cigarette out on top of the square black bin, half-smoked. "I better go home."

"Working tonight?" 

"No, I finally have a night off. Got a ton of stuff I need to do, but it shouldn't take long." You lift your arms into the air and stretch your sore shoulders, angled away from him to avoid giving him a show of the world's ugliest yawn.  

"Wanna get something to eat?" 

You hurt your jaw trying to stop your yawn midway through, arms falling flat to your thighs. Sirius isn't looking at you, gaze on the vamp mobile, smoke curling like a ribbon between his fingers. He has nicely shaped hands, very boney in the sharp way but still rather inviting, when you think about it. 

"Now?" you ask. 

"Tonight. If you want to, I'll take you out." He takes another drag, eyes flaring in time with the ash. "Don't act like you don't know," he says through the exhale. 

"Know what, Black?" you ask. 

"That I'm mad for you." 

You're suddenly and deeply aware of how you look, a mess after practice, hair straggled from its styling, face without any make up. There's nothing wrong with the way you look, but when you picture someone on Sirius' arm, it's never you. You fiddle with your jacket zipper, voice low, "I didn't know that." 

"I don't believe you." He's not accusatory, simply stating a fact. Sirius stubs his cigarette out next to yours, black hair ruffled in the wind, the scent of him adrift. He smells like smoke, of course, but there's a nicer woodiness beneath it. "I'll take the way you're looking at me as a solid maybe. You can text me." 

"No, I mean. Yeah. I mean–" You stammer as Sirius laughs warmly. "I'll text you. If you really are mad for me." 

"Want me to prove it?" he asks. 

Your lips part of their own accord. You look like a deer-in-the-headlights for sure, completely stopped by the implication. Even the thought of a kiss from his has your pulse capering hard. His hands cold from the rink pressed gently to the warmer stretch of your collar, slipping into the hemline, curling behind your neck as he steps close. You can't summon the kiss itself, too close to bursting, because what would you do? Where would you put your hands? Is there a specific place? 

"Don't look so nervous," he murmurs, his eyebrows pinching ever so slightly together. "I'm not gonna jump you." 

"It's not like that, I just don't know…" 

"About us?" he asks. "That's why I'm trying to ask you on a date. You can make your mind up about us and I'll help you bulk for sectionals."

"I don't need bulking," you say. 

He laughs. "No, you're perfect. Beside your bad habit, that is. We have that in common." Sirius steps forward, pauses. "Can I kiss your cheek?" 

His asking is the last straw. You're melted like a slush curl. 

"Yeah," you say weakly. 

Sirius kisses your cheek gently, and then he tucks his face against the side of your head and gives you a hug. "Text me, yeah? If you want." He peels back to grin at you. "I have to go back in. Elite league won't win itself. Talk to you later, doll."

You watch him retreat back into the centre, not sure what you want to do first; text him, or smoke another cigarette. In the end, you decide against the cigarette. If he's really going to prove how mad he is for you, you don't want to taste like smoke. 

[fushic0re]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ─ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ who out of the jujutsu kaisen men would have an onlyfans account + what their content would consist of.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. smut: masturbation, use of sexy toys, penetrative sex, rough sex, oral (male & female receiving), size kink, shibari, degradation, slapping, humiliation kink, dirty talk.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

-ˏˋ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ˊˎ˗

This pretty little rich boy isn’t even in it for the money, he just loves the attention. Satoru knows he’s attractive and basks in the stares and whispers from passersby. A woman at a club jokingly suggested that he should have an Onlyfans account (after sucking his dick in the bathroom mind you) and a lightbulb went off in his head. That night he went home, set up his account, and made his first post; a late night video of him in bed stroking his cock languidly. The clip was short, but just enough to make people want more. next thing you know, he’s skyrocketing in subscribers.

Satoru’s content consists of him using the numerous toys subscribers have bought for him from fleshlights and vibrating cockrings. He’s best known for how pretty he is, but also how equally as pretty his cock is. When you come into the picture, if you’re okay with it, he starts including you in some of his content. He first teases his audience with a video of your pretty little hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it expertly as bursts of cum are released. That quickly escalates to videos of the two of you fucking in a series of public places.

Muffled whines and low pants fill the compact dressing room as Satoru ruts into you from behind. One hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, the other is rubbing tight circles on your clit. You look back at him over your shoulder with pleading eyes, begging for mercy. Your pleasure is soon obstructed by fear at the sound of a knock on the door.

“Is everything alright ma’am?”

A wicked grin stretches across your lover’s face. He removes his hand from your mouth and gives the lobe of your ear an encouraging nibble.

“Y-yes!” You call out to the attendant on the other side of the door, trying your absolute best to not sound as fucked out as you felt. “The skirt is just…a bit tighter than I thought.”

“Oh! No worries, I’ll be right back with another size!”            

“Atta girl.” Satoru purrs against your cheek. “Now look into the camera and cum before the nice saleslady comes back.”

-ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ˊˎ˗

This man can FUCK. And he knows he can fuck, so really deciding to make a couple’s Onlyfans isn’t out of the blue. The two of you already had a small personal collection of sex tapes. Toji liked to have a reminder of you whenever a job was taking longer than expected and he had to be away from you. While watching one of his favorites, he shoots you a text:

Toji ♡ we could make a shit ton of money from this

You know this man is all about his money. And so, you do. Your account is completely secret and you never show your faces, Toji’s body alone is enough to reign in the masses. He channels his resourcefulness as an assassin through Shibari – the main selling point of your account. You and Toji’s content consists of him tying you up in various positions and fucking you in them.  The audience thoroughly enjoys seeing his rippling muscles flex. They love how his hands look as they tug and loop rope around your body. The more intricate the binding, the better. Bonus points if the rope being used is red. Fans have offered to send you both different colors of rope, but Toji is too possessive to see your beautiful body wrapped in something that he didn’t buy. Truthfully, he’d much rather die.

Tears gently kiss your cheeks as Toji’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Your body is bare, bound and suspended in the air. The man grips the ropes on either side of you for leverage, effectively fucking your mouth. Gruff grunts and groans escape his lips as he uses you freely.

“Look at me. That’s my fucking good girl. Look how fucking pretty you look.”

You gasp sharply when he suddenly pulls away, leaving you jaw slacked and panting for oxygen. He studies your feeble expression before deeply chuckling, circling around you. The blunt tip of the head of his dick prods at your entrance.

“Now be a good little fuck doll for me.”

With one fluent thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you.

-ˏˋ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ˊˎ˗

Let’s be fucking real, this man was only enticed into the prospect of an Onlyfans because it meant more people got to witness him humiliating his little slut. The man is a sadist. Nothing makes his dick harder than the masses watching you get fucked to the brink of passing out, drooling mindlessly. It’s as simple as that.

Your body aggressively jerks around on the bed as Sukuna jackhammers in and out of you at a grueling pace. Two long tattooed fingers are in your mouth, holding it wide open. You can’t even recognize the noises you’re making, they’re more pornographic than anything your body has ever produced. The camera is focused on your fucked out expression. Just as your eyes begin to roll back into your skull and the white of eyes peek out, Sukuna lays a sharp slap to your cheek. He tugs at the belt wrapped around your throat.

“Aw pet, you’re drooling all over yourself.” He coos condescending, removing his fingers from your mouth and smearing your saliva across your lips and cheeks. “Can you at least use that dumb baby brain to tell everyone how good you’re getting fucked?”

Incoherent whines are all you manage to get out. Sukuna roars with laughter, enjoying every second of your indignity.

-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Okay hear me out; modern day Mahito who is a broke philosophy major in need of extra income. He already gets a lot of attention on social media thanks to his unique style and appearance and eccentric personality, why not capitalize off of it for his betterment? Besides, he already has the perfect little thing to play with – you. Your Onlyfans account isn’t anything out of the ordinary. It mainly consists of immaculately shot footage of Mahito fucking you, the sun somehow shining on the both of you perfectly. He garnered a lot of his subscribers, mostly women, from the abundance of videos of him eating your pussy like it was his last meal.

There was no sight prettier than your Mahito in between your legs, gazing up at you with those heterochromia eyes like you hung the stars in the sky. His lips were glistening with your arousal as they wrapped around your clit, suckling on it as he curled the two fingers inside of you upward.

“Baby!” You cry, tangling your hands into his pale aquamarine locks.

He giggles into your cunt, pulling his fingers out and licking a stripe from your slit to your clit. His tongue finds its way back to your entrance. Mahito fucks you with the muscle before sitting up and hiking your legs up onto his shoulders. The camera now has an idyllic shot of Mahtio’s muscled torso, the black ink of his barbwire tattoos contrasting beautifully against his porcelain skin. He grabs his cock with one hand and taps it against your glistening nub teasingly before guiding himself inside of you.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl. You have the best fucking pussy.”

-ˏˋ𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Aoi is a simple man; you’re attractive, he’s attractive, and you both just so happen to be in a sexually active relationship – why not show off? This big boy is whipped™️ with a capital W, so if Onlyfans was your idea he agreed without hesitation. He will give you things before you even ask for them because you’re his baby and he loves you. Speaking of showing off, Aoi has the strength of a thousand suns and it’s no secret that he enjoys flaunting his power. That being said, the selling point of your Onlyfans account is obviously size kink. Aoi can fuck you in positions that are seemingly only possible in professional porn. Your man is an Adonis who can do anything. Nothing is off limits.

Your legs are hooked on the crook of Aoi’s arms as he bounces you up and down his thick member. Your hands grip the nape of his neck desperately. High pitched cries escape your lips with each slam of his cock. All you can do is hold on to your lover and take it. He sets the pace. You’re at mercy to his pleasure.

“Take it, babygirl. That’s it.” He growls.

He’s completely in the zone, staring at you like a frenzied Great White shark that just got a whiff of blood in the ocean. Without unsheathing you from his cock, he effortlessly flips you around and pressed your legs up until your ankles are kissing your ears, effectively folding you in half – all while still standing.

“Ready for the grand finale, baby?”

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.... -ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

I have lots of mixed feelings on our dear Suguru. If he ever agreed to create an Onlyfans account with you, it would only be after lots and lots of thinking and rationalizing. He would take months to weigh the pros and cons before coming to a decision. You wouldn’t even be regular uploaders, to be honest. Your account is more of an “if we’re horny and feel like recording, then we’ll record” type of account.

© all rights reserved to honeystevie — do not translate, repost, or plagiarize.

[avocado-writing]

What places in the city do you think Astarion would want to show you or take you to? Thinking about the city and its undiscovered streets/shops/places as I was gazing out over Baldur's Gate from Ramazith's tower. Would he sit on the edge of the balcony and tell you things about the city or his experiences?

oooo, what a question...

if there's a chance his favourite tea shop from when he was alive is still there (possible, if its owners were elvish) he takes you for a cup of assam and a slice of cake. he watches you enjoy your food and talks to you about when he used to come here, how things have changed, what he recalls of the original decor.

later, he probably knows the hole-in-the-wall places and little-known bars which serve the best drinks. the fine vintages which they aren't really meant to have their hands on, but somehow they find their way to the owners anyway. he buys you a couple of glasses and watches you light up in pleasure at the taste. he was a wine snob in life, he knows what the best bottle is.

when he was stalking around as a spawn, he saw so many tailors he wanted to go and visit. now he finally has a chance! the two of you buy whole new wardrobes, spending a long afternoon getting measured and discussing fabric together. you are the best-dressed couple in Baldur's Gate.

takes you to his favourite bookshop. yes, he has one. it sells old tomes at far too high a price, but they're all first editions and collector's items. he tells you not to let Gale know about this place, because he thinks it's funny to keep it a secret. you pretend to tell him off but agree to keep this only between the two of you.

he knows the best spot to watch the sun set over the water, see the way the orange light dances across the waves. he's too busy to enjoy it himself, though, because he can't stop staring at you.

doesn't tell Rolan he's taking you up to the top of Ramazith's Tower (that little tiefling can't stop him anyway, and it's better to ask forgiveness than permission). the two of you sit, sharing a bottle you bought earlier, looking out across the whole of the city. he tells you of his life two hundred years ago here, what's changed, what's not. how he's so much more glad to be experiencing all this with you this time. you're a new light in his life.

he kisses you, lays you down on the balcony, and makes love to you over the top of the city in the sweet summer air. a celebration of your new life together here. with you, his future is bright for the first time.

bonus: rolan finds you embraced together the next morning and is apoplectic. the two of you have to run away, half-dressing yourselves and giggling as you go.

[actuallysaiyan]

I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part 2)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, my own spin on cursed techniques, Kento being such a sweetheart, some violence(just from the training), reader gets drunk, usage of the nickname "usagi-chan/bunny"

word count: 2.7k

pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

summary: Kugisaki is convinced that you and Nanami are a thing so she thinks about her next plans to figure out how to get you to confess. When you go out to dinner, a third party is there to surprise you...and to buy you drink after drink after drink until you're drunk and Nanami has to take care of you.

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Part one! Part three!

“Ahhh so you and Nanami-sensei?” Kugisaki asks you as you usher her to a quiet place on the training field. She’s already got her hammer in her hand.

You laugh, “you and Itadori-kun have a good sense of imagination. But no, we are merely what they call “work spouses”. That’s all.”

You can tell she’s not really buying it, but she keeps quiet for the next little bit. She heads toward the clearing and gets into a fighting stance. You watch carefully as she begins to think out her first move, but you’re already ahead of her. Your fists are imbued with blue cursed energy, and from them a burst of water comes from them.

Kugisaki is so quick to deflect, and from that a sense of pride swells in your chest. She’s a tough cookie, this girl. She’s smart, clever and quick on her feet. She knows her worth and she knows how good her cursed technique is. You work on drawing forth another one of the powers of the twelve zodiac, a bonus from your own cursed technique.

You watch as Kugisaki has a hard time shooing off two cursed heads that have come from your own hands. The twins of Gemini try to bite her, and she swings at one of them. Then she slams her hammer down on the second one, just narrowly missing a bite from the other. The first one squeals in pain as one of her nails penetrate it.

“Very good, Kugisaki-chan!”

She scowls at your use of the honorific ‘Chan’, but she doesn’t allow it to distract her. She then watches you as you make a seal with your hands. This is the big one, the same Zodiac sign as your own. You’ve got a special pact with this one, and it will act on its own if you aren’t careful. Aries, the ram, charges towards the young sorcerer.

There’s a moment where you are sure she will be able to dodge it, and she almost does. But she is quickly knocked back on her ass, the ram dissipating as you call it back towards you. It disappears in a cloud of red smoke, and you know that you need to give Kugisaki a moment to breathe as she recovers from your attack.

“Well done!” You praise her, helping her to her feet.

She beams, “Thanks! I’ve been practicing!”

“I can tell. You’re getting very strong.”

You two catch your breath, speaking of other battle techniques. She’s becoming a very skilled sorcerer before your very eyes and it’s touching to see something like this. The fruit of your labor is blossoming beautifully. Someone was actually becoming stronger because of you, which was always something you doubted. When Gojo had asked you to take this job, you were sure he was losing it. But he’s got lots of faith in you.

“Hey sensei,” Kugisaki asks, hands behind her back. You know she’s scheming.

You smirk, “What is it?”

“Are you sure you and Nanami-sensei aren’t a couple? I wouldn’t tell anyone if you were!”

You laugh softly. If only she knew just how desperately you wanted her to be right. You’d keep it a secret if you knew it meant you could be with Nanami. You’d never tell a soul if it meant you could have his love all to yourself. Then you smile at her, ruffling her hair.

“Kugisaki-chan, I’m sure. It’s not a real relationship. Just a friendship.”

She seems so unconvinced. Which leads her to think up the next part of her plan. She knew she’d be getting the answer from you whether you liked it or not. She just had to do a bit of sleuthing. So for now, she drops the subject and pretends to be very much invested in the training. This makes you so happy and so proud of her work.

Little do you know, she’s got ulterior motives…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

You’re running a little late as you get to the pub. Training lasted a lot longer than you intended it to, and the paperwork you had to attend to took a little longer as well. By the time you got home, you were just answering the messages that Kento had sent you almost an hour before you got off work. You apologized profusely, but he really showed no signs of being angry. He just let you know the time and place, like the gentleman he is.

What you aren’t expecting to see is Satoru Gojo sitting next to him at the booth that was meant for just two. He’s quick to bounce out of his seat and wave at you excitedly. You see how annoyed Kento looks, but his face softens when he sees you approaching.

“I didn’t think we’d be three. But the more the merrier, yeah?” You ask Kento, who’s trying to hide his displeasure.

“Right you are.”

Gojo is practically hanging off of you. He was looking over Kento’s shoulder when he had sent you the text, which prompted the older man to declare he was joining you both. Gojo was also privy to some knowledge that the pair of you were definitely so deeply in love with one another, but you wouldn’t budge. He decided he’d be the one to get you both together.

“Ahhh usagi-chan! I’m so glad you’re here! Maybe you can help uptight Nanamin loosen up!”

You laugh at Gojo’s nickname for you, “What’s wrong with Ken? I think he’s just hungry.”

Kento’s face turns a little pink when you take up for him. He’s always happy whenever you defend him against Gojo’s rudeness and teasing. Nanami didn’t really mind the teasing too much, but he had wanted this dinner to just be the two of you. With a sigh, he downs his drink and flags down the waitress.

“Make it two, please.” You ask her, flashing your best smile.

You sit down in front of Kento, and you gasp as Gojo climbs over you to be able to sit snug between you two in the booth. He sighs overenthusiastically as he plops his head down on his palms. You notice he’s got a drink in front of him, and it looks very sweet and sugary.

“This is the…what did she call it now?” He asks himself, cupping his chin.

Kento sighs, “Sweet Sunrise.”

Gojo laughs, “Ah! Yeah the Sweet Sunrise!”

You roll your eyes playfully. Kento looks at you, his heart skipping a beat whenever you flash that angelic smile in his direction. Gojo isn’t dumb, he knows when you two are flirting with each other secretly. Despite you telling him that it was just a friendship and a work relationship, he knows it’s so much more deeper than that.

The waitress returns with a tray that holds yours and Kento’s drinks, and she sets them down in front of you. Gojo then takes the time to order another one of his sugary drinks. It’s a bit silent for a bit when she leaves.

“Soooo, tell us how training went today! How is the little Kugisaki-chan doing?” Gojo asks, tilting his head at you.

You take a sip of your drink, “She’s showing lots of promise. She is a skilled fighter.”

Kento chuckles, “She’s got a good teacher.”

You blush at his praise and thank him. Gojo then gets closer and he praises you as well, a smirk forming on his face when he sees how this affects Kento. Kento scowls softly, drinking more of his drink. Then he flags down the waitress once more, ordering some appetizers for all three of you.

“Awhhh Nanamin is treating us tonight, usagi-chan!” Satoru is beaming at this.

“It was supposed to just be us two…” Kento mumbles under his breath, drinking some more.

Gojo perks up, “What was that? Care to share with the rest of the class?”

You see how Kento’s jaw tenses and he looks like he’s ready to get into a physical altercation with the white-haired man. So you soothe Kento’s nerves by changing the subject and you ask Gojo about Megumi’s progress.

Gojo smirks, “Megumi is doing well. I think he’ll probably end up even stronger than me!”

You gasp. “Really?”

He nods, turning his body towards you. You’ve got him caught in a discussion, which will keep the attention off of Kento for a little bit. You really get so caught up in Gojo’s conversation that Kento begins to feel like he’s being ignored. Eventually, the waitress returns and everyone begins eating. 

It’s not long before Gojo climbs over the top of the booth and declares he needs to pee. Once he’s out of sight, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You slide closer to Kento in the booth and you take his hand in yours and give it a very gentle squeeze.

“Ahh finally, I get to spend a little time with my husband.” You say with a little giggle.

Kento smiles genuinely, “I was beginning to think I’d have to pull Gojo off my honey. It was terrible to see him hanging off of you like that.”

You begin playing with his long fingers, your own fingers tracing the veins in his hand. The alcohol is definitely making you even more bold than usual. Kento’s heart races a little as you become so tender with him. He wishes it was just the two of you. He lives for these moments alone with you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be my favorite.” You coo softly, leaning even closer.

Kento stiffens, he can smell your perfume as you get closer. The way your fingers keep tracing the veins on his hand. Then you trace up and down his expensive timepiece. He knows you’ve always been curious about that watch of his. You’ve asked a few times about how much it costs, but he’s almost embarrassed about talking about how such a little thing costs. It feels frivolous at times, but buying it reminded him of his past as a salaryman.

“My, my,” Gojo says as he comes closer. You sigh softly. “What is this? Nanamin, you sly dog.”

Kento groans, “Don’t pay him any mind.”

You laugh at the interactions between these two. They sometimes act like some kind of old married couple. Gojo annoys Nanami, and Nanami tries his best not to let his senpai get to him. You wondered if there was anything else going on between those two, but it seemed like this was all it was. Just a senpai hellbent on annoying his kohai for the rest of time.

“Oh! Usagi-chan, you should have another drink!” Gojo knows he needs to amp this up if he wants to see anything happening between you and Nanami.

As if you were going to say no to that…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

You stumble as you make your way out of the restaurant. You have to lean on the blond sorcerer as he guides you towards his car. Gojo left a while back, but not after getting you nice and drunk. He knew that Nanami would love the opportunity to take care of his drunk little wifey.

“You alright, dear?” His tone isn’t even the slightest bit sarcastic for once.

You nod your head, “Jus’ a little tipsy…”

He helps you into his car, buckling you up in the passenger side. Then he makes his way to the driver’s side. He’s had considerably less to drink than you did. He opted out on the drinks that Gojo had been buying you all night long.

“I’ll bring you to yours,” Nanami says as he begins driving.

“No, please…I don’t wanna be alone.”

This surprises Nanami to know that you’d want to have company while you’re in this state. You lean back on the seat and groan. You wish you hadn’t had that many drinks. But Gojo was paying and he kept egging you on. After the fourth or fifth shot, that’s when you knew you had messed up.

Kento drives you both towards his place. He knows you need someone to take care of you right now. You watch as he makes himself towards the affluent part of the city and the car turns into an underground parking garage. He opens his window and presses his thumb to a fingerprint lock. The minute it acknowledges it’s him, the bar raises and allows the car to drive smoothly into the garage. Then Kento finds his spot and parks the car. Once the engine dies, he turns to you and brushes some of your hair out of your face.

“You sure you don’t want me to take you home?”

You shake your head again, “Please, just let me stay. I’m not feeling good.”

He could tell you weren’t well. Your face was pale and your eyes were shut. He gets out of the car and then walks over to your side. Kento is helpful as he gets you to lean against him. Then he brings you towards the lift, pressing the button to call it down to you both.

“Don’t worry about it. What kind of husband would I be to leave his wife on her own in her time of need?”

This makes you blush and your heart wrenches. In your drunken mind, you desperately wish it was the truth. You wish this was where you lived. You want to be his wife and have this kind of life with him. Once the lift gets down to the floor you’re on, Nanami helps you on and then presses the button for the penthouse floor.

It’s a little ways up as you lean against the blond sorcerer. He smells amazing, something musky and leathery. It must be some pretty expensive cologne. You know that Nanami has a lot of money to be able to drive the car that he does and live in such a fancy building. You think to yourself that you wouldn’t even care if he had money or not, you’d still be completely head over heels in love with him.

Once inside his penthouse suite, Kento helps you into the bathroom. Gently, he wipes your face and removes your makeup with a warm washcloth. Then he takes your hair out of the ponytail you usually have it in and brushes it out softly. You have never had anyone take care of you quite like this. Not even any of your previous boyfriends had ever done anything like this for you.

“Thank you, Ken.”

Your words warm his heart. You’re starting to look a little better. He helps you up and guides you over to the sofa. The two of you lounge about and he pulls his phone out. Then your whole body stiffens when he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close.

“Let’s order some more food, yeah? You’ll feel better if you eat something substantial.”

You nod your head and snuggle closer to him. He lets you scroll through his phone and choose what you’re going to order. Once it’s been ordered, he gets up from the couch to procure a few more things for you.

This gives you a chance to have a proper look around. His place is so beautiful and luxurious. Much more fancy than your own place. You wonder how life could be if you lived in a place like this.

When Kento returns, he’s got some pajamas for you and a bottle of water. He hands them to you, allowing you the chance to head back into the bathroom to change. You get dressed in the silky pajamas, relishing in the scent of his laundry detergent.

“There’s my pretty little honey,”

You swear you’ve died and gone to heaven when Kento speaks those words to you. He gathers you up in his arms, his own clothes changed from his usual suit and tie combo to a sweater and some sweatpants. You’ve never seen him look so comfortable.

“And you look cozy as well, my dear.”

Kento looks deeply into your eyes, his hands pulling you closer to him. It’s like time has stood still as he leans in closer. Your lips are a mere inches away when you hear a loud buzzing coming from the kitchen.

“Oh! It’s the food,” Kento declares, his cheeks red.

He reaches into his pocket to confirm that the driver is actually here. Then you watch as he goes to the buzzer and answers it. 

If only…If only… you think to yourself. If only you hadn’t been interrupted.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 60

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Dream, Seam by @ardett and @maychorian

Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.

y'all....this au is insane. like genuinely one of the coolest concepts i have seen in this fandom. lance, taken by the galra as an infant and raised by them (altho they treat him like shit, obviously, so fair warning for that), as an asset, because they know he is the blue paladin, because he can See things he should not be able to see? and then he has to get integrated into voltron...yall nothing i can say can do this au justice. there's this almost ethereal feel to the entire fic, there were several moments where my chest was swoopy and my breathing was off bc i was like oh god oh god oh god. the complicated relationships, lance's struggle, and ALSO BONUS!!! das thace!!! i miss dad thace!!! do my fellow voltron geriatrics remember when dad thace was everywhere!! bc i do!! and i miss it!!!

2. five times someone didn't know keith and lance were dating, and one time everyone did by Shorty

Keith shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m still mad about the whole ‘babe’ thing.” ... Or, exactly what the title says.

there is nothing i can say about this fic that isn't in the title 💀 it's exactly what it says it is. and it hits. but some crumbs to intrigue you: 1) one of the tags on this fic is 'hunk is a hunk', 2) it's a 2016 fic, and 3) trust me.

3. Some Secrets Don't Need To Be Kept by @squirenonny

Keith finds out he's part Galra. It's not as big a deal as he expects.

look. sometimes i just want things to be soft. what if keith had it easy? for once in his fucking life? what if people chilled the hell out? for ten minutes? this is seven thousand words of people being like hey keith u know what. take it easy. we got u babes. and i am grateful

4. How to Fake an Interest in Biochemical Engineering by @squirenonny

Shiro has a crush on Matt Holt. But every time he runs into Matt he ends up embarrassing himself. Shiro's best friend Allura is no help. His little brother Keith is even worse. But Shiro is going to make his move before graduation if it kills him. (And it just might kill him.)

SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT. shockingly, i didn't just choose this one bc of the recent discourse lol. this is another 2016 fic that i adore. it's just -- disaster shiro, whipped shiro, down bad shiro, sweet matt, cackling keith, shiro who is dying of embarrassment, gay as all fuck shiro, etc etc. it hits. i laughed.

5. Neighbors by starryeyedchar

Lance stood in front of him, but it was a Lance he'd never seen before. Granted, Keith didn't know him well by any means, but he was positive that the regular Lance would be leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, maybe a couple finger-guns. Not this. This Lance had wrapped himself in a blanket, and was still shivering slightly. His skin was much paler than usual, with flushed cheeks and sweat on his brow. He sniffled. “Um.” Or the one where Keith and Lance live in apartments next to each other, and Lance is too sick for Keith to just leave him by himself.

this one is just very dorky and sweet. i love any fic that captures the exact moment in keiths brain when he goes oh no oh shit oh fuck hes HAWT and lance looks like genuine actual shit actually. its so funny to me

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[ssailormoonn]

─── ❛ NSFW Alphabet ❜

Uchiha Sasuke X fem!Reader

| NSFW | REQUEST? yes |

REQUEST; @enouche - Hi , you made a really good headcanons for Sasuke so I was wondering if you please can make a sfw or nsfw ( whatever you want) alphabet for him . <333

WC; 2k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; Breeding, degradation, praise, begging + more

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A = Aftercare

I personally think that Sasuke wouldn't even know what aftercare is until you tell him about it. His reaction would be like, "That's a thing?" Don't think that Sasuke would do much for aftercare, but I know that he would hold you close to him as you are family to him, girlfriend or wife. Sasuke probably wouldn't take the time to help clean you up, I think he would value the time after having sex more than giving aftercare if that makes sense? Having your body close to his, knowing that you will not leave him matters so much more, he wouldn't want to leave you alone after sex, even if he seems distant after sex, he's just thinking about you in his arms.

B = Body part (his favourite about himself and you)

Well, Sasukes favourite body part for you would have to be your neck and chest area. He just loves to suck on the soft skin as he slowly thrusts into you soaked pussy. He also just loves to mark up your chest and it's not even intentional !! he just seems to do it out of instinct, wanting to suck from your neck down to your chest, the way your back arches into him could be the reason...

C = Cum

I'm going to say that his cum isn't a very thick consistency but he does cum quick a bit, quite sticky as well. If he isn't coming in your pussy or mouth, then it would probably be your stomach and its bonus points if some lands onto your breasts. I don't think Sasuke would like to admit it but if you guys are in the bathroom after sex and you hope into the shower before he gets in he gets a little pouty seeing you wash his cum off your body and attempting to wash away the cum that keeps on seeping out your puffy folds, that took lots of energy to fill up :(

D = Dirty Secret

When you aren't on a mission with him or he knows that he won't be with you for a couple of months, he would bring some of your.... belongings with him, if yk what I mean of course. He just needs to have something of you with him and if it helps him feel good that even better, aka your panties or bra 😕

E = Experience

I'm going to say Sasuke was pretty inexperienced, so you probably would have been his first, or that he has lost his virginity and just isn't as experienced because he's only done it once or twice.

F = Favourite Postion

Either loves to fuck you in missionary or doggy, no in between. He wants to see your face contort in pleasure as he pounds your pretty pussy as deep as he can. Sasuke loves to watch your beautiful face mold into the most fucked out expressions. Sasuke uses missionary when he comes back from a mission and he just misses you so much, he thinks that this makes him feel so much more closer to you, your legs tight around his hips as his cock pulses in and out of your gummy walls, your hands either entangled within his hair, around his shoulders with your nails digging into his pale skin or placed above you, gripping the sheets.

But with doggy now... he is either going to tease you, going slow as he can, dragging his thick length in and out of your gummy walls, inciting needy whines from you. Or, Sasuke is going to be pounding into you, so fast and deep you can't even think. He gets off seeing you all helpless in front of him, the pretty arch of your back as your dainty hands grip at the sheets, your plushy breasts pressed hard against the mattress, the plump flesh peaking out from the sides at how hard your body is being pressed to the bed--

G = Goofy

He's serious in the moment, I can't see him relatively laughing or making jokes during his sex time with you. The most he would do is probably let out a humorous huff against your mouth or skin when he sees your struggling and writhing beneath him, trying to pull your self away from his advances, but he knows you love it.

H = Hair

He's out most of the time so he probably doesn't have the time to clean it much down there but he makes sure it's trimmed down so he doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, he cares about what you think about him-

I = Intimacy

When you and Sasuke are having more of an intimate moment for sex, he holds you hand with his by your side, his tongue slowly exploring your mouth, inciting small whimpers from you. That just gets the man off. But I doubt the moment would be too 'romantic' as you would be shaking so much from his thrusts 😭

J = Jack off

Jacks off when you aren't around him especially when he's on missions and you aren't with him, he just needs to feel something. Jerking himself of to the thought of you or even just palming himself through his pants with his head pressed against the surface of a tree as his eyes screw shut imagining that it's you making him feel good.

K = Kink/s

Let's be so for real guys, how can Sasuke not be into fulling you flush with his cum, every Uchiha does it, don't they? He loves thinking about breeding your tight cunt. Wanting to see your stomach full of his children, thinking about having to help you all the time because you can't do any small mundane tasks anymore. Its the Uchiha breeding kink calling him--

I think he'd be into light degradation and possession?? Just occasionally calling you his slut or just making you feel like nothing to him. "Just take my come, that's all my slut needs to do for me.' But after I feel like he would feel bad for calling you names so he'd make sure to be extra touchy the next day, considering he isn't big on showing affection :(

L = Location

Prefers to be in a classic setting of a bed because he is a man of traditional ways as that is the way he grew up. He wouldn't be against doing it out on a mission but as long as no one can see because he want's you all to himself. He feels safest knowing that it's only you two, he lets himself be vulnerable with you, all his touches belong to you and he'll make sure you'll never forget.

M = Motivation

If you say anything that makes him tick he will put you in your place and you do so willingly. Or, just simply because he sees your beauty and wants to indulge in you over, and over.

N = No

He definitely doesn't like to spit on you, he values your entire existence and doesn't want you to feel any less then how you want to feel, he is too scared you might leave him, oh the poor pretty boy. Sasuke might call you slut or a bitch during sex but he knows you're okay with that.

O = Oral

Sasuke prefers to be given head rather than give it himself. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't absolutely love eating out your soaked cunt but he just rather your tight mouth try to fit his length without gagging. Sasuke is a busy and tired man most of the time, so having his pretty girl be at his disposal for him makes him go crazy. Loves coming down your throat and making you open your plump lips to make sure that you swallowed all his seed. Sasuke loves the way you make sure to trace every vein on his dick before taking him whole in your mouth and the muffled gags and gasps you make on his dick causing you to grip his thighs just makes him want to cum down your tight little throat more.

P = Pace

Depending on his mood, normally he has quite a deep and reasonably fast pace but when he's mad at you or mad at something that has pissed him of, Sasuke is rough with you, forcing you to take all his advances, thrusting roughly into your gummy walls.

Q = Quickie

He isn't the biggest fan of them, he'd do it once or twice but that is the most. Sasuke just needs the time to focus on breeding you 🥺

R = Risk

The most risk he would take is having sex in the forest on one of his missions, as I said, he is a traditional man and likes the traditional practices

S = Stamina

Sasuke can and will go all night long, his stamina is through the roof, especially if you egg him on saying he can cum inside your sticky walls, then how can he not go all night? Although, you would probably all tired after the second round, but that isn't stopping Sasuke from slowly teasing you and edging you on just so he can get more orgasms from you, tight walls squeezing the cum out of his length into your fertile womb.

T = Toys

No. He wants you to want him and him to want you.

U = Unfair

The only time he would be 'unfair' would be if he just remembers every time how cute and whiney you look after him stop thrusting into you, edging you, so he just does it for fun because he loves how needy you get, how much you need Sasuke to satisfy the ache in your lower abdomen.

V = Volume

Sasuke isn't a loud moaner but he deeply groans into your skin or mouth as he is either eating you out, getting head or thrusting into your folds. He occasionally lets out moans but it's only when he's coming :( He knows how much you love hearing him moan and that makes the poor man embarrassed. He mostly lets out really breathy sighs that almost sound like moans though 🫣 And hearing those noises come out his mouth just makes you fall in love with him even more (and makes you want him inside you even more-)

W = Wild?

At the beginning of the relationship, he would have tried to be tame so badly but he just couldn't hold himself further on causing him to be more, he always makes sure not to hurt you.

X = X-ray

Sasuke is a strong defined man, in the body of course. Defined abs and a big strong body. He is over six foot so what's in his pants doesn't disappoint. I'm going to say anything between 6-7 inches. He has a slight mushroom head with is a light shade of pinky/red and has light blue veins trailing on the underside of his length.

Y = Yearning

I don't think Sasuke would crave for sex all the time but he definitely won't disagree to having some special time with you if you asked. He'd tease you about it, "You needy?" and then proceed to give you the time of your life. Sasuke prefers to be in more classic setting when having sex, like a bedroom but he isn't opposed to having sex when the both of you are out on missions.

Z = Zzzz

You would fall asleep quickly after what Sasuke does to you but Sasuke would stay up just a couple minutes longer, maybe even an hour, just to see you peaceful face and body in his arms. Sasuke falls asleep to the thought about how lucky he is to have found someone knowing that you won't leave him.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[pretty-toru]

Can you talk about a situation where gojo and y/n are best friends since childhood and they start to develop something but it’s still not clear so they’re kinda in between that

i just had to include pining!gojo so i hope that's alright with you!! 🤍

Satoru knew he liked you first, the type to say "It's always been you" when it comes down to it. You were beautiful to him since the first encounter and he treasures the friendship he built with you over the years. So when you began to see him more than just an annoying kid who turned into a handsome young man, you were unsure how to feel about this because you don't know how it'll affect the dynamics.

You and Satoru spent late nights together before but for some reason it feels different this time around. He's always looked at you the same but you're now only noticing how you can get so lost in his eyes. You both held hands running away from the servants as troublemaking kids, but it feels intimate when your fingers accidentally touch his and neither of you move for a moment. It's a small thing to get worked up over so you don't dwell on it.

The next day feels mostly normal but when Satoru walks into the classroom you suddenly have weird thoughts like did he always look that attractive? He notices your gaze on him and he simpers, "Stare any harder and I'll think you've fallen for me~" He's being full of himself again so you say something smart, but you never entirely rejected the statement. Shoko and Geto share a telepathic signal regarding their bets on you two.

When you're helping a cute grandma with her groceries and Satoru tags along because he follows you everywhere. She thanks you both for your utmost kindness, and before she lets you go about your afternoon she asks, "By the way, are you seeing anyone? I have a fine grandson-" Satoru chimes in hugging you tightly and explaining to the sweet old lady that you're with him so sadly you're off the market. You’re already used to him pretending for the couples promotion so you leave it at that.

You have wondered why Satoru hasn't been dating anyone when he attracts the attention of many girls, coming up to him and leaving their numbers with him but they could be meeting in secret. When it's his day off or the weekend, you're always included in his plans along with Geto, Shoko, and the other students. You'd stay peeled for any special girl that Satoru wants to introduce to his close friends yet she never appeared.

This goes on for several months before you come to terms that you DO have romantic feelings for Satoru, and as you muse over everything he has done you think maybe he does too. But with these things it's always a 50/50 chance. You either start dating and have a great relationship, or the friendship withers and you stop being best friends and that scared you. So you confide in Shoko and much to your surprise, you are the last person to know that he has liked you since the beginning.

― a little bonus:

You find Satoru later that night, bringing up how you two promised to stay best friends forever no matter what when you were kids. He pulls himself upright from his bed after sensing the hint of seriousness in your voice and goes, "Yeah?" His heart nearly stops when you're silent for a moment from gathering your courage, and he most definitely wasn't prepared for the heartfelt confession that follows after.

Satoru's grinning like a complete idiot before trapping you in his arms for a tight embrace, "You had me worried there for a second, you know that? And here I thought you were never going to like me back!" When he retracts back slightly, his hands holding you firmly by the shoulders and azure eyes sparkling like sunlight over ocean waves. "Hey, can you say it again for me?"

Your cheeks flush slightly and you glance away from him. "I already told you I was going to say it only once. You should've listened the first time." He moves into your line of sight with puppy eyes, and you swear you weren't going to cave but Satoru's just too cute when he says please. After you tell him that you like him over and over again, he reciprocates tenfold before leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips 一 the most innocent kiss that made your mind go blank and feeling a little giddy and a lot of happiness.

He gently rests his forehead against yours and his hand moves to settle on your waist, the other taking your much smaller hand in his and rubbing small circles over your palm to keep him grounded. "You realize that if we start going out, it'd probably end with us getting married, right?"

"Yeah." Your smile widens, you knew Satoru was always part of your future but it's sweeter knowing that he'll be your companion for life if everything works out between you two like you hoped. You also knew your feelings didn't develop overnight and it was there all along but realizing and accepting them was startling.

"Is that okay with you?"

You nod slowly. "Yeah. And you?"

Satoru squeezes your hand and presses a kiss to your forehead, your nose, the corners of your mouth, then your pretty lips as you hold back your giggles. "You wanna know something? I can't think of anyone more perfect to spend the rest of my life with than you."

[muffinsin]

Hi!

Imagine this: The reader works as a maid in the castle and lately has been receiving these unsigned letters and gifts. How would the reader react to finding out that the Cassandra Dimitrescu was her secret admirer all along? How would Cassandra react to being found out?

(Bonus points if the reader finds out because the reader overheard Cassandra’s sisters teasing her or accidentally stumbled upon Cassandra in the process of writing another letter/preparing another gift).

-Touch-starved Anon (I decided to keep it cause it’s memorable to me now).

Hiiiii! Ohh yes, we love some pining Cassandra! :)

Let’s get into it!

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It started, as most things with Cassandra, very intense

When one day you wake up screaming, a dead mouse dropped on your blankets, right by your legs

You kick it off immediately, your loud shriek alerting some of the maidens

Truly, they probably assume you have been caught and are being devoured

You cringe in disgust and worry at the dead animal now resting on your floor

At first, you believe it’s some sick and twisted prank

From the maidens?

You can’t be sure. Even they seem too human to do such a thing

This only leaves the other, inhuman inhabitants from the castle

Is this rat from the sisters?

Ah, but technically they aren’t allowed in the servant quarters- not that you would bet your life on this stopping them

But who?

You can’t imagine Lady Bela wastes her time on such pranks. She seems so…regal, like her mother

This only leaves the other two, the two younger sisters

The more unpredictable ones?

Yes, you doubt prim and proper Lady Bela would pull such a sick prank on you

Barely does she even interact with the staff

Cassandra and Daniela, however?

Quite possibly so.

You’re shook up and, with tears just barely not rolling down your cheeks, dispose of the “gift” found in your bed and thrown to your floor

You can only hope that whatever sister responsible, will lose interest in you soon enough

You know, after all, what it means to catch a sister’s eye

You know it means almost certain a couple missing limbs, if not death

Yet, more strange things seem to be happening over the course of a few weeks

You’re just finishing up scrubbing blood off a carpet in the main hall when suddenly, a crumbled piece of paper hits the back of your head

“Hey!”, you can’t help but automatically yell

You know, was it Lady Daniela, Cassandra or Bela who shot it, you’d be getting dragged in the basements just about now for your back talk

You look around, and find the hall completely empty, save for yourself

No maid is nearby, and no footsteps are heard

Upon uncurling the paper, you find text written on it, in messy, but admittedly cute-looking handwriting

“You’re pretty in certain angles x”

You frown at the slip of paper

You aren’t sure whether to feel flustered or offended, really

Still, you trace the messy handwriting on it

There’s smeared ink at some letters, and you can’t help but giggle- the o, u and a’s look so similar, you could easily mistake them for one another

The notes keep up

Often, you’re randomly shot by them, or they’re dropped someplace for you

Never do you see who writes them

Of course, you have a few maidens in mind

Yet, as you try to make advances through flirty words, they never seem interested

On the contrary, some even give you strange or even hateful looks

Oddly enough, these people begin disappearing more and more often around the castle

Then, of course, there are the gifts left out for you

It seems, the dead rat was only the start

Often you wake up to all kinds of gifts dropped at the side of your bed

It’s a little uncanny, the thought of someone being in your room while you are asleep, really

You ensure your door is locked, as is your window

Somehow, your secret admirer still finds a way inside

Then again, there are worse things to worry about at the castle

Thankfully, after a few scares of finding more rats and birds at your bed and window, the gifts become a little more- romantic, and less disturbing

Flowers, beautiful ones set down on your nightstand

Either a beautiful, large bouquet, or small single ones scattered in your bed

Then, one day you open the small, white box set on the foot of your bed, and gasp upon seeing what is inside of it

A beautiful, silver ring with a yellow gemstone in it

You hold it gently

You can tell, it’s probably worth more than your life and all your possessions

Yet-

You can’t bring yourself to sell it

You know, it would make plenty money for you to live comfortable

To not need to work at the castle

But…it’s a gift. A beautiful one at that

Therefore, you wear it proudly, and only hide it in your pocket when you are worried it could be dirtied

More gifts and note come your way

“You have nice skin”

“You smell well”

“The ring suits you perfectly”

“I like your eyes”

“Your hair is beautiful”

Necklaces and flowers

Pralines and fresh food no other maiden receives

You savor each taste

You can’t help but burn with curiosity- who is your secret admirer?

It seems, it’s almost time your questions are answered

When you are summoned to Cassandra’s room to clean, you feel shivers run down your spine

There is a certain, open secret at the castle. You know- maidens usually do not return from her room

Will you be the same?

You consider yourself lucky when you enter her room and find it empty

You gaze at the blood on the carpet and floor, the mess of papers and weapons dropped from her desk

The fireplace will also need to be lit, and her bed will need to be made

The floor is- easy enough

It’s a lot of blood, and hard work, that involves a lot of scrubbing

Still, you consider yourself lucky. Cassandra doesn’t seem in any rush to return to her room

Little do you know, the unusually shy woman’s heart is beating fast from the other side of the hall, adamant on avoiding you until you move from her room

You too, though, are in no rush

Her room is- comfortable, despite the blood and weapons, the trophies of animals hung on the walls

It’s warm, and quiet

You continue on with her bed, and savor the touch of her thick, heavy blankets

The sheets are soft, and the pillows large

Her bed is fit for a princess. You can’t help but smile at the thought- all sisters, it seems, are spoiled endlessly

You also can’t help but inhale the subtle scent surrounding her pillows

They smell of the woods, and of rich perfume

Yet, the smell is comforting, and doesn’t sting in your nose

With a blush covering your cheeks, you readjust her pillows and move on to her desk

You bend down to pick up some of the papers off the floor, yet find yourself with your arm frozen in the air and your fingers twitching slightly

You recognize the paper on the floor. The crumbled, partly ripped one. The light blue colour of it remains

It’s burned in your mind now

But- why would she have this? Have there been more notes? Did she take them before they could reach you?

But…it doesn’t explain the empty paper on her table and the pencils around it

Has…Cassandra been writing them?!

But surely not. Surely Cassandra Dimitrescu would not be interested in you…?

But, what if?

You can’t stop yourself from reaching out

“The ring looks suist suits you perfectly”

You can’t help but smile at the spelling mistake. It’s adorable, and you can’t stop the grin on your lips

You unfold another

“I hope you like the flowers. The flowers aren’t as pretty as you. You’re a flower”

You smile. She seems undecided with this one. It’s a little adorable, you can’t help this thought

You know, you shouldn’t think of someone as Cassandra Dimitrescu as cute, but…

The thought of her starting over her sentences, over and over again because she can’t settle on something

You can’t help but pocket this one, and dispose of the rest to clean

You know, it’s your task to clean her room. It doesn’t mean you can have a little fun though, now you know who your secret admirer is

With a small grin, you take a slip of paper and a pencil

“You’re beautiful, too”

You groan. This feels by far too lame, but you’ve already written it down

Still, you turn away. Very well, then. It will have to do

Days pass, and the notes keep on, as well as the gifts

Still, Cassandra won’t approach you directly

You grow impatient, almost

It seems, despite her Playgirl reputation, Cassandra is by far more hesitant and shy as it comes to proper courting

You don’t mind, now you know who your secret admirer is

Cassandra has no time to prepare herself when you knock on her door, and for a moment, shamefully considers acting as though she isn’t there

She curls the paper in her hand, having just been in the process of writing another note

Then, at last, she opens the door with a smirk that looks more confident than she feels

“My, what is the darkness bringing me this fine night”, she teases, her lean frame leaning against the doorway

You feel your breath hitch

From her notes, you expected a shy Cassandra. Not a fierce predator

“I-I got your notes”, you whisper

A flash of surprise crosses her face for a moment, and you’re granted to see the vulnerability in her eyes for merely a split second

Little enough that, had you blinked, you’d have missed it

Alas, you did not miss it

You figure, now or never

With confidence only the notes and the ring around your finger grant you, you push gently against her collarbone

Cassandra is visibly surprised by this, and allows you to push her backwards into the room

You try not to think of how dangerous this could bed should you be wrong. If she is not your secret admirer…

You try not to doubt yourself as you close the door behind you and look back into her slightly widened, surprised golden eyes

She seems like a deer caught in the headlights, too surprised by this maiden’s courage to function

You eagerly make use of this

“Did you get mine?”, you whisper back

She’s shocked, and gasps when you move closer to her and set your hand on her hip

She nods, shakily

You can’t help but think she’s adorable this way

For a moment, she shakes her head and stands straighter

A squeeze of her hip is enough to make her fall back into her rather submissive, curious state

“Did you like them? I liked yours a lot”, you ask, your words true

Yet, Cassandra doesn’t seem to feel like answering

She’s looking quite shocked, adorably so

As though she believed her attempt at flattering and wooing you wouldn’t lead to anything

You can’t help but take small advantage of this. You’re so curious about her

Cassandra tugs her arm for a moment as you grasp her hand, her eyes widening a little when you feel the paper underneath her fingers

Now you feel surprised, too

“I want to taste your lips”

You tilt your head a little, and she follows your movement. A small blush covers her cheeks, and her eyes don’t quite meet yours

You decide, now or never

“Ah~!”, she gasps when you grasp her lower back and pull her closer, her lips smudged against yours

It seems, this brings her back to what is happening

Her hands, having hovered in the air, now rest on your hips and pull you closer to her at last

You smile against her lips. You too, wanted to taste hers

[galebrainrot2024]

I’m about to learn what the overlap is for Astrology and BG3 - I give to you my takes on the companions Big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising)! Disclaimer: I did this on vibes alone

A quick break down for those unfamiliar: sun is ego, moon is emotional world both how we process and express emotion, rising is our house of self, how others perceive us., who we fundamentally come across as

Karlach: Taurus Sun, Leo Moon, Sag rising. Starting off strong and easy, girlie is a Sag rising without question, she loves spontaneity, good humor, trying new things, wants to explore and see the world and take it all in. Taurus sun, I think she’s a fairly grounded character and it takes a lot to make her angry - what she is angry about though are long standing grudges where people have done her quite dirty. Provoke the Bull, get the horns. Leo moon: she wants to illuminate and shine her optimism and love onto others. Has great hair, strong sense of humor, bold, a flair for the dramatic.

Gale: Pisces sun, Libra moon, Taurus rising. I had a surprisingly hard time with him. I think he’s a March Pisces specifically. He is a little delulu and has a huge imagination as well as capacity for empathy, humanitarianism. Romantic. Plus, baby cow eyes. Big water sign energy there. Taurus Rising: our boy is quite stubborn and enjoys a bit of lavishness from time to time. Conjures a bed instead of sex on the grass. The five senses matter a great deal to him - Taurus is ruled by Venus after all and is a very sensual sign. Great cook. The moon I struggled with and ultimately think he’s a Libra moon. He craves intellectual stimulation, strong people pleasing tendencies and also values relationships and partnerships. Very romantic. Libra moons thrive and seek out partnerships and as it’s an air sign, is also very intellectually driven and aroused by intelligence/harmony/beauty in all forms (arts, food, people)

Astarion: Cancer sun, Scorpio moon, Capricorn rising. No further questions your honor. In all seriousness, nothing screams moody, sarcastic vampire like Scorpio and cancer. Capricorn because of the restriction imposed upon him. All of these placements are really sweet to their people, everyone else.. well.. just keep your distance, darling

Shadowheart: Gemini Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio rising. Girl is secretive and emo as heck, and emotionally cold and distant (AT FIRST!) Capricorn moons hold their cards close to their chest as do all Scorpio placements. Gemini for her fluctuating nature, enjoys talking, is a chameleon in many respects. Needs intellectual stimulation and likes the back and forth, can be a playful person

Lae’zel: Aries sun, Aqua Moon, Aries rising. As far as I’m concerned, she is the pinnical of Aries: head-strong, straightforward (sometimes at the expense of others), courageous, short tempered and outwardly aggressive as opposed to Scorpio or cap aggression which is more subtle. Lae’zel says what she means and means what she says. Impulsive. Can rub people the wrong way and is ultimately a lovey, soft hearted character once you get passed the sandpaper attitude. Aqua moon because they are humanitarian and look at the bigger picture, less squishy about their emotions yet have strong feelings. Tendency to Intellectualize emotions.

Wyll: Libra rising, Pisces moon, Sag sun. Sag because Wyll has a strong sense of duty and purpose, yet it’s coupled with a strong sense of freedom and zest for life. Expansive. Libra rising because he’s a good conversationalist, enjoys the arts and finer things, wants harmony and Justice, tries his best to avoid strong conflicts when he can. Pisces moon because I think our boy is so sweet and soft internally, and thinks and feels deeply about everything. Can feel misunderstood.

Bonus: (descriptions to come later if desired!)

Halsin: Gemini sun, Taurus Moon, Cancer rising

Minthara: Aqua Sun, Virgo Moon, Capricorn rising

Minsc: Leo sun, Gemini moon, Taurus rising

Jaheira: Capricorn sun, Cancer moon, Leo rising