#Sapphire Gummy

[enthusiastic-nim]

Pink Taffy' bedroom!!! I loved drawing this- bedrooms are so much fun because you can put so much character into them!

One of the things I knew I wanted was for her to have a platform in her room, and I thought the fence would be a fun add on. I think my favorite prop in her room is the cotton candy lamp! I just think it's cute.

[noahchairocart]

My cookie run kingdom hyperfixation unfortunately came back so I’m making it your guyses problem! >:333

They are their daughter’s biggest fans.

This sketch is based on a ShadowSpice family au me and my friend created. With a family Foto down below.

Also I don’t care if this retconning any other lore in the game I’m just here to have fun and think of some silly dynamics.

Shadow milk and Burning spice roll dice to choose who gives birth.

[bunnyboyjuice]

Gojo hates being patient especially when it comes to anything with you or you body, and everytime you tried cock warming with him you failed. Gojo would end bouncing you up and down slowly before picking up the pace his impatient cock was missing your insides. Especially when you just looked so good on top of him. So one day when you ask Gojo pleading with big puppy eyes “Can I cockwarm you please baby.”

You bat your eyes at him gently playing with his soft white locs. He could never sit still long enough to truly cockwarm which was the problem. He wanted you as soon as he felt your tight cunt squeeze around him. He would always beg you to move his sapphire eyes wide and pleading his pupils blow out with lust.

Gojo sighed as he gave in. “Sure baby we can try it but you know it’s not gonna work.” Satoru was no stranger getting you to ride him either. He took you over to the couch peeling off your shorts and panties letting you sink down on to his cock. It felt nice for the first part the warmth of your heat swallowing his length. Until Satoru started shifting his hips.

“Satoru you’re supposed to be sitting still.” You huffed feeling your walls clamping down on him. “You know I can’t wait baby your just to good!” Satoru smirks bouncing you up and down gently on his cock. The way he felt his cock sink right back in to you made him groan. It was such a hypnotic sight watching you go up and down on his cock. “Satoruuuu!” You whined feeling his cock kiss your gummy walls with each thrust.

“I told you..baby it wasn’t gonna..work..ngh!” Satori smirked before taking a nipple in his mouth his tongue lolling around the bud before letting it go with a pop. “Love watchin m’sweet girl fall apart on my cock to much…!” He groans his hips speeding up by the second. The wet sounds of your pussy filled the room while Satoru moaned.

Your pussy pulsed squeezing around his cock alerting Satoru you were getting close. Slick drooling from your hungry cunt. The friction of his dick thrusting in and out of your walls driving you wild as you cling to him. “Atta girl come..for…me!” He coos while thrusting his hips into you his cock sloppy wet from your juices while your sensitive cunt squelches when he fucks his pierced cock into you. His lithe fingers slipping between both of you to rub at your puffy clit.

With a few sloppy thrusts and flicks of your syrupy clit and you’re seeing stars, falling apart on his lap. “Mnngh! Satoruuuu!” You whined before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“See Baby I told you it never works.” He huffs running his fingers through his white locs before peeling you off his lap giving you a cocky smile.

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[mzenins]

❛ a mess i can handle ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * jjk multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: period sex, fem reader, missionary & full nelson, praise, nipple play, p*ssyjob, overstimulation, dirty talk (?), usage of sex toys (vibrator)

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: satoru gojo, choso kamo, toji fushiguro

╰⪼┆ satoru could already tell from the way your perky nipples pressed up against your tight and even loose fitted shirts that you were menstruating. that, plus the small groans of discomfort that absentmindedly escaped from you throughout the day. wiping the small spot of drool that accumulated at the corner of his mouth, he watches you intensely as you strip bare and position yourself on top of the spread out towel.

you cautiously widened your legs fearful of the gooey visual to the entice disgust from satoru, but instead his large calloused hands assists you in the act of revealing your glory to his sapphire eyes alone.

“fuck, pretty,” he groans with melodramatics but yet on his end, it’s the most genuine reaction you’ve ripped out of him. “you’re gonna allow me to make you feel better, yeah?” his voice is a mere whisper. slurred with lust and excitement awaiting for your approval.

you nod your head. your knees slightly knocking into each other but your sudden void of words doesn’t satisfy whatever game he’s concocted with you. he tsk, “you got to do better than that sweetheart. don’t you want the cramps to go ‘poof?’” he chides, slowly teasing his throbbing cock over your lubricanted folds to emphasize his point.

the sensations alone sends shockwaves throughout your nervous system. hips bucking wildly in shock as you wither into the mattress like a wilted flower.

an embarrassingly loud moan ripples from your mouth and you squirm in his firm grasp. an irritated pout rests on your face intertwining with a flustered expression. “please make me feel better, toru.” a sleezed grin widens against his face similar to the cheshire cat, “see? that wasn’t so hard now was it, baby?” he presses a sweetened kiss against your forehead then aligns himself and finally slips into your warm pussy.

your eyes squeeze shut relishing in the thick protrusion dragging sharply on your gummy walls. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers finding solace at the nape threading through the hairs in a haste. satoru grip on your plush thighs tighten as his hips follow a mellow pace set to please you, his grunts are hoarse as gargled up whines seep through the room.

“so fucking tight, baby, you’re amazing. gonna make you all better,” he shudders. his tempo getting lost in the mist of his weak attention span as we watches both of your arousals and your blood become visible on his latex covered cock. you’re both not gonna last long…

╰⪼┆choso already has an app of his phone that track your cycle. he makes monthly accommodations for you, stacks up on feminine products that you use in different brands and is more than willing to put up with your irregular mood changes. so to say he’s a bit hurt at the sight of you lazily dry humping your pillow would be an understatement.

if you have a burning itch that can be only overcome by sexual stimulation then he’d sacrifice whatever he considers dear to him to please and aid you in a heartbeat. to hear your angelic whines of repentance chanting his name like a sinned virtue.

your back slightly arches off the bed, the thick fog of heat temporarily impairs your hearing, allowing for the loud buzzing sound of the vibrator wand on your clit to nullify. he heaves out a throaty sigh, gently assisting your body back on the bed, his cold hands makes you shiver. “please don’t move, you’ll make your body pains worse.” he sincerely mutters.

his assertive yet nurturing tone combined with the heavenly vibrations towards your puffy clit has you babbling nonsense, making small rolls of your hips to match the pace chasing for a sweet release.

choso notices your desperation and in turn wants to give more. that’s all he’s ever known; to give, give and give. it’s as if it’s hardwired in his brain for his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and tweak at your swole nipples, the buds harden more than ever. his eyes stained with a glossy overlay as he watches your supple face contorting in pleasure. your messy pussy clenching around nothing.

his wants and needs has been neglected for so long and starts to get the better of him. leaking precum smearing all over his boxers, the uncomfortable strain can’t be subsided with a simple palm over his clothed shaft.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry ‘m sorry ‘m sorry!” he chants by your ear plopping you repeatedly with vigour on his cock. your back pressed up upon his glistening chest and strained legs in the air. mixed moans flows through the air as he pulses and twitches inside of your weeping cunt “f-fuck cho i can’t!”

it’s rare for choso to be selfish, but he makes it worth your while with tender massages to your ached body after successfully getting rid of your troublesome cramps…

╰⪼┆toji would honestly rather keep you at bay than fuck you when you’re on your period. it’s nothing personal, he loves you and your body but the harsh to come out stains that follows with the activity has him dreading the inevitable.

he’ll service you in any other way possible; using his constant radiating body heat to act as a heating pad, watch sappy romcoms with you and dry your teary eyes afterwards, practically be your lapdog that doesn’t leave your side.

but as the days slowly pass by, toji grows insatiable. a bulldog that yearns for something digestible against its fanged teeth, he’s a man with needs after all and soon his desires clash with his beliefs, contradicting himself and turning into a bold faced hypocrite—but what else is new?

“c’mon doll, spread 'em farther f’me.” he coaxes devilish pumping at his veiny semi hard cock from the opposite side of the bed. you huff, your face grows warm in embarrassment but you comply to his demands as your meek fingers work their way to your folds, spreading them widely as toji ogles at your mixed sticky arousal and small residue of blood.

this is so humiliating. when he told you he had something special planned this wasn’t what you envisioned, then again, he’s a known wildcard. often getting tired of predictability. a grotesque groan emits from his chest, scarred lip twisting up sinisterly. he drops the hold of his shaft, then hastily sneaks his hand around your delicate waist to move you closer in his vicinity in one swift movement.

“doin' this for you darling…” a strong lie of his lingers in your ears as he fits himself against your puffed folds, thrusting back and forth hungrily. he’s truly doing this to satisfy himself but you don’t question his motives once his thick cockhead nudges divinely on your clit causing you to squeal.

the lewd squelching fills the room to the brim, your mewls come out automatically. his focused daggering eyes never leaving the sight of him messily slipping back and forth “you fuckin' love this don’t 'cha pretty girl? so dirty for me,” he growls out. your hands shyly covers your face but quickly nod to assure him…

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[merakiui]

it’s my first time ordering for lunar love hotel 🥺🥺🥺 i’m not sure if i’m doing it right but i’d like to order a flower bouquet with chamomile tea and lemon squares from the midnight menu and a fruit smoothie from the morning menu for ceo azul and afab reader (maybe either his secretary or just an employee working under him, whichever you prefer!)

thank u so much! 🥰

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, obsession, power imbalance, abuse of authority, mention of pregnancy, implied alcohol use/inebriation, ceo!azul, secretary!reader note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You wake to a dull pressure between your legs, roused from dead, dreamless slumber like a reanimated corpse. Groggily, you blink bleariness away and search through the dimming light for the body propped up above you. Your fingers, clumsy and numb, brush against his chest, climbing up to drag across his collarbone and, ultimately, reaching his face. He’s without his glasses; twin pools of the deepest sapphire flick over your form, assessing the state of your sentience.

“Mmh… Mr. A-Ashengrotto?” you mumble, still so out of it. His hips stutter to a halt. Your eyes shut once more, and this time he takes care to move slower. Softer. You arch up into his touch, breathing heavy. “Ooh…”

What happened? How did you get here? If your spotty memory is to be trusted, you arrived late to the company party, got into a drinking competition with Floyd Leech, and stumbled out into the chilly night, hanging onto the arm of the one and only CEO of Mostro. Your benevolent boss—Azul Ashengrotto.

And now here you are, lying beneath him on a plush bed, your legs wrapped limply around his waist while he rocks into you with a gentleness rivaling that of the smoothest sea. Just beyond the rain-spattered windows, a gloomy cityscape sprawls. You’re not sure where you are or what floor you’re on. Exhausted, your mind a muddled wreck, you force your eyes open.

“Mr. Ashengrotto, what are you…” You swallow dryly. Hangover sticks to you like wet socks on soles. “What’re you doing?”

The hand that had been previously rubbing circles into your hip slides away to grasp at your breast. He rolls your perky nipple between two fingers, marveling at the way it sinks in when he presses down. It springs back with ease, still just as pebbled as before.

“You should know—” he starts, only to break off with a low moan— “that it’s impossible to out-drink Floyd.”

“No… No, that’s not—” You suck in a shaky breath through your teeth. His cock curves up inside you, hitting all the right places. “Can’t… We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Not right and—it’s wrong… You’re my boss and it’s not…gonna look good.”

“My dear, is that all you ever think of? Even now, your mind is on work. Won’t you relax?”

“Because…” You squirm beneath him, deeply unsettled and yet unable to phrase your protests in sharper terms. “Mr. Ashengrotto—”

“Azul,” he murmurs, running his knuckles over your cheek. Sickeningly fond, he has the gall to smile at you like an angel. “It would make me happy if you called me that in private.”

You try to shake your head. “I can’t—”

“We offer paid maternity leave,” he reminds you, punctuating that point with a sharp, sudden thrust. Your legs tighten around him out of some bodily instinct.

“Don’t want that,” you babble, grabbing at his shoulders. “Don’t want a baby. I can’t—need money to live. It’s expensive… Please, Mr. Ashengrotto…”

He tuts, a frown flickering on his handsome face. “You look so tired. Rest, my dear. I’m here for you.”

Azul lifts you from the bed, angling his hips down to ensure his seed will find its rightful home in snug, gummy depths. He’s borderlining the edge of the end, teetering on a pleasurable precipice. You feel yourself falling. In spite of everything—the situation and the intention in every thrust—it feels good. Mindless. Intrinsic. Strangely meant to be.

“You work so hard on my behalf. Such a diligent secretary, always knowing just what I want when I need it.” Azul takes your hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. You shiver at the contact—whether in revulsion or reverence, he can’t say. “Ah, but your eating habits are abysmal. You work late and arrive early. You come into the office on the verge of death, and then you lie to my face when I ask if all is well.” He peers down at you, eyes shimmering with an odd emotion. “Why do you run from me, my dear?”

“A-Azu—ooh… Azul…”

“Was that so difficult? My name isn’t a mouthful. If you say it enough, it may stick permanently. Mrs. (Name) Ashengrotto—what a precious title. So musical.”

You follow his hand as it moves to press down against your stomach. You can’t be with him. He’s your boss and you’re his secretary. It wouldn’t look right. The rumors that would spread… You couldn’t handle that sort of pressure—of having all eyes glued to your figure whenever you walk into a room.

“I wanna go home…”

“You are home.”

“My home.”

His expression sours. “I wouldn’t call that hovel a home.”

Your head falls back against the pillows. What’s the point in debating? Sleep claws at you, dragging you back with greedy fingers. Bile rises in your throat, so you swallow it down. You have to say something. You can’t let him have his way. You can’t be a mother. Not now. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

But it’s so easy to float along and succumb. It’s so easy to be lazy. It’s so easy to agree. It’s what your boss wants. As his dutiful secretary, you must listen and do just as he asks.

“Get some sleep. You need it. I’ll be here when you wake.”

You don’t intend to, but your eyes fall shut. His voice is soothing like the sweetest song. With your consciousness now waning, you slip away just as he bottoms out and releases with a groan. Your insides are flooded with cum, but that’s the last thing you concern yourself with. It’s what he says next that follows you into your dreams. An ominous omen. A confession.

“I love you, (Name)… And soon—quite soon—you’ll love me, too.”

[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 1 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23

𐙚 Rafe Camerons!breeding kink

warnings ; smut, breeding kink, f!reader

Rafe who doesn’t love family ‘get togethers’ with a grumpy attitude and noticeable frown :(( maybe their more enjoyable with other families? families who weren’t obsessed with the latter of success and violence? rafe included. it just seemed pointless to him. unnecessary opportunities to argue and manipulate. that’s the only aspects of family he had ever known. until he had met you of course !!

here he was. letting u squeeze your delicate hand over his. fingers enlaced as you two walked down the stairs, into the buzzing yearly Christmas party.

he didn’t want you being there :(( you were like a ray of sunshine — his bubbly, sweet princess. your beaming grin on ur beautiful face was just so pure to him. he felt so overprotective !! letting his angel in the same house same room even as his psycho family just felt so wrong !!

but you convinced him everything would be all right !! he didn’t believe ur sweet words until he found himself leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to petty drama and chatter — he truly hated these kinds of things !! a pounding headache forming in rafes blond head :( his family were truly the humbugs of christmas in his eyes.

he could have sworn your pretty hand was curled in his. until he realized they weren’t, where did u go?? where the fucks his pretty girl? he couldn’t help but panic a bit, this was his crazy family after all !! his blue eyes darting around every room as he frantically looked for you. but rafe was just being protective as always, finally letting himself breathe when he found u upstairs, in the playroom he and Sarah used as kids. now all occupied with his darling little cousins, and you?

rafe was in awe. watching u play dollies with his little cousin darla <3 the brightest smile spread on ur face. simply playing with his lil cousins as ur eyes meet his, sapphire and laced in adoration. giving him a sweet grin. could you be any more angelic? any more beautiful? of course you were drawn to the adorable babies ((: taking not a single notice to his families tension — and letting ur bubbly mind find probably the only bright area of the party !!

u stood up, scurrying over to him as you smooched him a cheeky kiss. “m’ sorry, were you looking for me?”

“I sure was, baby.. your good with kids y’now” why was he smirking? oh !!

it isn’t long before he has you bent over his desk (!! his family still downstairs !!) thick thighs sprawled open as he pounds into ur puffy cunnty !! ur cock drunk lashes fluttering back as ur drooled over mouth let’s out pretty moans !! <3 his deep voice spurring praises like a prayer ‘fuck baby, so fucking’ good with kids’ ‘gonna look so pretty with a baby belly princess’ ‘cummin’ in ur pretty pussy like u fucking deserve’ hes a man of his word. ur gummy walls squeezing his cock as he slams agaisnt ur cervix. thick, warm ropes of cum spurring right into ur womb. how could u not cry out in ectasy? ‘need’ta be quiet’ he groaned. he couldn’t control himself !! u were so warm, so sweet — how could he not fill you with his creamy cum?!— “can’t think of a better gift baby, your gonna be the mother of my baby sweet thing” of course it doesn’t stop after one round !! u’d just look so beautiful with his blond lil baby !! ((:

[carelessflower]

alec closet analysis thread

now it's confirmed that alec THE ultimate successor of broke nepo baby - sugar baby - tradwife pipeline, I compile a list of what items and brands i think he would use

casual wear

alec's style is the fit in trsom where he layer a leather jacket over hoodie, except now the leather jacket is some authentic italian leather costing 1000$ and the hoodie is ralph lauren. very subtle, very preppy boarding school with inheritance quiet luxury boy, ysl (magnus got confirmed wearing them and magnus shop/magic clothes for alec), loro piana, ami paris (magnus think "a" can be an initial alec is tres chic)

outerwear

classic burberry trench coat, leather jacket (a must), puffer, bomber, if in in dark color and cozy, there 70% chance alec wants it. fw chanel tweed stuff but non-monogram only. oh yeah got access to magnus unlimited closet of fur coat and been dressing in mob wife style every winter (it suit him so why change)

formal wear

structured, clean line, no fussy business. rarely do a three piece suit, unless it's a fancy nightout with magnus. layered his sweater/turtleneck with a blazer all the time. in shadoworld gala or events his suit would have pop of red either from the tie, the brooch or the detail to signal his position while blending in with other party-goers (consul robe wouldn't be sensible, considering shadowhunters history with downworlders). i can see ysl, celine, bottega, alexander mcqueen and peter do (the suit with the open back is for magnus only)

bag

THE shadoworld birkin mom, his collection isn't the biggest in the world because he's very particular in his pieces, no neon, overt pattern or rhinestone. got a mini birkin to store his airphones and gummy bear and izzy can't believe this is her brother's life now. big fans of every big bag imaginable, his birkin always looks like it may burst any moment. louis vuitton duffle bag, neutral, no excessive logo

jewelry

like anything silver, white gold, platinum, diamond, sapphire, pearl. tolerable of period and colored diamonds. keep ruby (bad association), gold and those god-awful rolex away from him please. own a couple of richard mille but only for fancy occasions, his go-to is usually vintage gucci bangle or cartier tank. got matching cartier love bracelet with max. break about 4 sets van cleef albraham but magnus like how delicately they sit on his collarbone so he gonna keep being restocked on them. for ring: harry winston, tiffany, graff, his fave shape is carre, emerald, cushion

perfume

woody, slightly white floral (he doesn't play about jasmine), anything fresh and clean, skin type of perfume. he's basically smell like entering a very expensive yet worth-the-price therapist's office. mfk 724, another 13, the matcha, and do son would be perfect. magnus got a whole shelves of kilian, alec basically take a look and one bottle and that's it. unless you're magnus don't come near him with anything patchouli or overwhelmed musk he would scowl as if your existence's offensive

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[puddle-nerd]

You and Me Make Three

Summary: Both of your older male siblings had already started having children. Now was as good a time as any for you and your mate to start on your own, as well. (Rotxo/Sully Sister Reader)

Prompt #11 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Breeding, Female Na’vi Reader, Inserted Sully Sister Character, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes they’re both eighteen+!, Established Relationship, Mentioned Neteyam/Ao’nung Pairing, Mentioned M-PREG, Mentioned Lo’ak/Tsireya Pairing, Begging, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Na’vi Translation: Kuru — neural queue Muntxate — wife | female spouse Sa’nu — Mum | mommy Tsaheylu — a connection made with the tendrils of a neural queue Yawntu – loved one | lover | beloved person

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The feeling of kisses on your stomach had you smiling before you even tried to open your eyes. “Good morning, ma’muntxate,” Rotxo murmured when he realized you were waking up, nuzzling against your belly button and nipping at your hip causing you to giggle quietly. You hummed and reached out, stroking your sapphire fingers through his tightly wound curls, finally opening your golden eyes and grinning down at your mate.

“Good morning, yawntu,” you replied, puckering your lips and begging for a kiss.

He chuckled, used to your needy antics after all this time, and rolled up onto his knees so he could lean over you and you could kiss him in greeting of the new day. You dragged him down to lay his thick, muscled body down upon yours in your shared bedding, greedily smooching him over and over and causing him to laugh even more against your lips, giddy at your affection. He purred and pulled back, tucking his face against your shoulder, pressing his nose against the soft skin of your neck, his hand caressing your belly.

“What do you think about us finally trying for a baby?” he asked quietly.

You grinned down at him.

You’d had enough practice with Tuk a long time ago, with Rua –when Tonowari and Ronal’s third child had finally been born ��� and now with both Neteyam and Ao’nung’s twin spawns and with Tsireya and Lo’ak expecting their first in a couple of months, you supposed it was as good a time as any to maybe try for one or two of your own. “It might not take right away, Ro,” you warned your spouse, reminding him that it had taken Neteyam almost a year to get pregnant after he and Ao’nung had mated or almost as long for Tsireya as well.

Rotxo smirked. “I’m up for a challenge,” he replied.

He wiggled himself between your legs and began kissing at your neck and shoulders before suckling upon your upper chest until his lips came upon the hardening tip of one of your soft breasts. You sighed, slowly arching your spine in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled upon your nipple in just the way you always liked it. He switched to the other breast and caused his kuru to slide over his shoulder. Feeling the black braid brush your arm, you eagerly made Tsaheylu with your mate, your building arousal and his echoing back and forth between the connection.

Suddenly, a finger pushed into the slickening hole between your legs, causing you to gasp once more, shifting your lithe thighs wider in further invitation. He curled his thick digit in just the right way that had all ten of your toes curling and your inner gummy walls contracting at the newfound pleasure.

“Oh, just like that, yawntu,” you encouraged him.

Only to have him pull away.

You whined and pouted up at him. Rotxo smirked and leaned down, kissing you chastely before he grasped the base of his erection. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit teasingly, chuckling as you whimpered needily. “Don’t tease, Ro,” you pleaded, sulking. Your husband continued to stroke himself coquettishly against your seam, coating himself with your wetness as he tapped the mushroom-like head against your clit. “Please, yawntu?” You pushed your hips up against his cock with a needy grumble.

Finally, he sunk himself inside of you.

Inch by inch, he slid inside your warm, wet depths. “Oh, you feel so good, ma’muntxate. So tight, and so wet for me,” Rotxo groaned, sliding himself deeper and deeper into you. Finally, he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against the back of your quivering thighs. You squirmed at the full feeling, your inner walls clenching onto his length greedily and causing him to release a quiet noise pf enjoyment from the back of his throat. “You’re going to make such a good sa’nu,” he growled, pulling back a little bit before sinking back inside of you, the friction sending pleasure skittering up your nerve endings. “Just gotta fill you up…” he added, thrusting into you again, “over and over… until it takes.” You nodded, matching his movements and clinging to the mat beneath you. “And when your belly swells,” he added, “with our baby,” he grunted through gnashed teeth as your cunt tightened further upon him, “you’re going to be fucking sexy.”

You whined, reaching up and pulling him down to you and wrapping your legs around his hips. “Need more,” you moaned into his ear, digging your nails into his back. “Need you.”

Rotxo sped up his movements, biting down harshly upon your shoulder when you involuntarily clenched even harder upon his shaft. The carnality was causing a fire in your belly, your sensual cries of bliss were music to his ears. And with Tsaheylu made between the two of you, he could feel the pleasure beginning to overwhelm your senses, knowing that he was the only one to make you feel this way, the only one to cause you to release these sounds from your throat. “Mine,” he affirmed into your neck. “This body, this pussy, this womb is mine. And soon, ma’muntxate,” he snarled, rutting into you animalistically now, “soon your belly will swell with the first of my babies.”

“Do it,” you pleaded. “Cum in me. Breed me. Make me a sa’nu.”

Rotxo released a rumbling snarl and you felt his orgasm rush through him and through your entwined kurus, triggering your own. His seed spurted deep inside of you and while a large part of you hoped it took, another part of you hoped it didn’t so you could indulge in this for just a little bit longer without having to worry about an infant or two.

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Originally Posted: 24 December 2023 Word Count: 961

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[agoraphobic-artist]

Kuro-Shit Mini Post

Yesterday, shortly after I posted my last haul on tumblr, these little guys showed up in a package!

These are the full set of 9 Public School Arc rubber mascot keychains, created by Bandai as capsule prizes.

As expected, the potential options include the main characters Sebastian and Ciel, as well as the four Prefects of Weston School. This second wave of released merchandise seems to have introduced Soma to the roster as well. (Undertaker makes an appearance as we approach wave 3)

Side Rant- Personally, I would have liked to see some Drudge representation but hopefully that will come at some point in the future perhaps as a 4th wave? Alternatively, maybe if and when they get around to animating the "Blue Cult Arc"...??

I have decided to show each keychain in closer detail and in order of my least to most favourite:

#9 SEBASTIAN "B-version"

This is the slightly more demonic design for Master Michaelis, appearing without his glasses so that you can better see his red eyes; It would have been a nice touch if his pupils had been shaped more into slits in my opinion.

Unfortunately, his gummy toothless grin does little for me.

#8 LAWRENCE BLUEWER

Bluewer is simply stood elegantly and reading his book.

Honestly, there is nothing wrong or particularly off-putting about his design, I just prefer other characters and poses to his.

#7 EDGAR REDMOND

I was a little disappointed with this keychain, as Redmond is a favourite character of mine.

Rather than looking sultry as I think was intended, he just looks a little sleep deprived. Also, I can't completely put my finger on why he looks out of place with the others... perhaps his face is too wide..?

That being said, I adore his sassy pose.

#6 SOMA ASMAN KADAR

I have found in the past, that merchandise of the prince is always very inconsistent and the pictures I saw online of this item I felt didn't look great. I was very pleasantly surprised however when I saw Soma's design in person.

My only gripe is the eyes lack the sclera, instead being filled with the same shade as his skin; This is true of all of the keychains but as the other characters have paler skin than him I feel that it is less noticeable overall.

#5 SEBASTIAN AND CIEL

Based on a particular moment in the series, this is adorable! Especially Ciel!

It would be higher on the list but something about Sebastian feels off again, but only slightly. Maybe the expression with the open mouth? or his abnormally small hand? Not sure but something about him is a little odd to me.

#4 SEBASTIAN A-Version

Finally, a Sebastian that I can fully get behind.

His tea coloured eyes behind his little tutoring glasses, his smug smirk and his formal pose as house master of the Sapphire Owls.

How could I not love the design of our demon in his human suit.

#3 GREGORY VIOLET

Adorable, Mopey, and ready to head back to Wolf houses dormitory immediately.

What else can I say, its Violet... but small.

#2 HERMAN GREENHILL

Stoically posed with his cricket bat as per usual.

I don't have alot to say about him.

I know that I am being biased putting him at #2 as someone else rating them might prefer Bluewer and hate Greenhill, but he is my favourite of the Prefects so this is where he stays.

... and last but not least...

#1 CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

I fell in love the second I saw him.

The attitude filled pose... the moodiest of expressions on his face.... the little books with the hat on top. Perfection.

Instant Favourite <3

[the-fluff-piece]

And here's the request from @pastel9girlbunny000die which was commented on the announcement post:

"I don't know if this is still going, I really don't know how to make a request other than through comments? But can I get 7,🥰, sanji, (y/n) is doing the proposal"

This is for the now closed Follower milestone event

Also check out my masterlists for stories and headcanons

Here's

Engagement cake

You've been with this sweet cutie for a while now and now he almost married someone else.

He looked too hot in his wedding suit, so you decide to take matters into your own hands and make him your husband.

Cute, dramatic superfluff, y/n tries to bake a cake for him, than proposes

Sanji, your boyfriend, had the audacity to even consider marrying another and you've given him a hard time.

You either loved him to pieces or threw tantrums because he really, really disappointed you, but he was also still the perfect gentleman of your dreams. It was a mixed bag of emotions. He had to sleep in his hammock with the other boys again because you couldn't make up your mind if you wanted to kiss or kill him.

He's been nothing but a poor little cutie, tip toeing around you, always armored with a treat to appease you.

Another point that made you mad was: that Pudding girl was perfect for him. She was cute and busty and really proficient at baking and cooking as well. You could already see them open up a little bistro together and kissing in the kitchen.

This was the turning point of your relationship - he needed to decide whether he was yours or not. You already bought an engagement Ring with a sapphire - blue like his eyes - and decided to bake the cake of cakes for him. To show him you were just as good as she was.

The famous North Blue sweet had 16 thin layers, between each would be a fine layer of filling. It was topped with a crown of meringues. Hard to bake, but if you could pull it off, he would know that you were just as good as that girl, even though you're not directly a baker.

You got the ring and you got the recipe - you just had to wait for the kitchen to be free so you could actually bake it without him knowing.

The first time was an absolute disaster. It was a crumbling, far to liquid mess of butter and biscuit, the meringue was coals.

You fed it to Luffy to destroy the evidence and tried again. And again. And again. That thing was hard to make. At this pace, you would be done when Luffy was pirate King and Sanji's children with Pudding were going to school. You opted for easier and easier options - until you arrived at bland lemon cake. A uniform dough in rectangular shape with lemons.

Eventually, you produced an acceptable version. It had a gummi-like consistency and it looked like it exploded, but it was the best you could hope to manage. Your respect for Pudding had grown, but not enough to.givr Sanji up. You were at the end of your strength. It had to do.

You invited Sanji to deck for tea and told him not to bring anything - you would take care of it.

He showed up with an unreadable expression, a serene smile was on his face and he was a full gentleman - just not the man you knew. No kiss, no kneeling, just silent observation.

He greeted you with a serious "my lady" and sat down, looking over the less than perfect cake and probably horrible tea you poured. It threw you completely off guard.

"So uhm, I, well I baked you a cake. And made tea. I hope you like it" you tried to keep in control of the situation, cutting the cake and handing him a piece.

He politely said "thank you" and began to eat. You forgot to take one yourself, his strange behavior made your mind race. Was he disappointed? Did he want to break up after you were moping for weeks?

The fork went in between his perfect lips and he chewed slowly. Still not letting on what he thought. Your heart pounded and your stomach turned. He swallowed. Another bite. Chewing, swallow. He looked at his plate as you stared in his face, or rather: at his mouth. Waiting for a smile, or a word...but nothing.

Your gaze wandered up to study his eyes. He briefly looked up - his eyes looked wet. Another bite.

As you watched that sorry excuse of a cake vanish in his mouth, a tear ran past the corner of his mouth. He was...crying? It was the last thing you expected. You expected a gentle let down, but no scene.

"You OK, honey?" You asked.

He nodded while chewing.

"I am" He answered and laid down the fork.

"That is the best cake I have ever tasted" He calmly said as his lip began to tremble.

"I uhm, thank you" You answered as you tried not to cry yourself.

You swept the tears off his cheek and he caught your hand to give it a gentle kiss before pressing his cheek against your palm with such need, you just had to get up and sit down on his lap to hug him to your chest.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked, choking. Now you were really worried. He was near your breasts and didn't get a nosebleed. He was either seriously distressed or sick.

"Of course I do" you answered, stroking his soft hair with your fingers.

"I wasn't sure if I messed up too bad." He said with a relieved smile.

He touched your cheek. His hand trailed down your collarbone and stopped at the small pool of tears he had caused.

"I'm so sorry I ruined your clothes with my tears" He cried. "I don't deserve-" You put a finger on his mouth. There he was again. Dramatic Sanji was back - now you were the one to be relieved.

"Close your eyes now" you told him as you fished the engagement ring out of your pocket. You took his hand and slipped it onto his ring finger.

His eyes shot open to look at the blue rock at his finger, his mouth opened and closed as unsaid words seemed to bubble out of him.

"I just thought I snatch you away to keep you for myself. Will you be my husband?" You whispered into his ear, enjoying the tickle of his hair on your face.

His head turned to you as he was clearly overwhelmed by everything that was happening, tears flowing from his eyes in a thick stream now. Without warning, he clutched you to him and screamed the loudest

"YES"

The new world has ever heard and soon you were smothered by kisses and promises of eternal love and romance.

Eventually, he seemed exhausted and just cuddled up to you - at which point you looked up and into the shocked eyes of the entire crew. You began patting Sanji's back to alert him to the company.

He looked up at you with puffy eyes "huh?" He asked, sniffing.

You turned his head towards your crewmates and instead of embarrassment of being witnessed during this intimate moment, he grinned broadly, showing his hand with the ring proudly.

Nami gasped and asked for the price, while Robin cheered and Brook broke into song. Franky ran away with an "ew" as Zoro looked flustered and Usopp tried to calm Luffy and Chopper, who were afraid Sanji would leave with you.

When everyone had said their congratulations and marveled at his ring, Sanji announced a big feast and carried you into the kitchen so you could "help" him, which meant you sat at the counter and watched him do what he loved while he periodically stared at the ring at his finger and smiled. You got to taste everything he made first to reassure him that it was great.

The party lasted until late at night, there was lots of food and drink for the entire crew and Sanji couldn't stop talking about the wedding buffet he already planned in his head. When everything was eaten up and cleaned, you could finally fall into bed together for the first time in weeks.

As he cuddled up to you and mumbled more plans for your future, you just had to ask: "the cake was terrible, wasn't it?"

"No, it was great" He answered.

You smacked him "liar!"

He chuckled.

"No, it's the truth! It was the best cake in the world, because you made it for me!" He kissed your forehead. "Just for me"

I hope you people liked this one!

The best ingredient is always love (also butter and sugar)

[vilevexedvixen]

Inscryption cocktails

Each Scrybe would have a menu reflecting their three minions (increasing in size - a shot, a squat drink, then a tall drink) and then the main cocktail based off of the menu's titular Scrybe.

Each scrybe also has a dish relating to them and how they play their cards.

Thank you @dariusblake for your suggestions on different flavour profiles and placemat details.

Leshy's menu:

"The prospector"

A caramel whisky shot rimmed with golden nugget cereal crumbs. Modelled after the gold nuggets the prospector can transform cards into.

"The Angler"

A salted liquorish cocktail using anise flavouried liquior and fish-shaped gummy salted liquorish hanging over the rim of a bucket shaped recepticle. Modelled after the Angler's bait bucket card.

"The Trapper/Trader"

A rich, blood-red velvet cocktail made with red grenadine and a chocolate liquior. Served in a stein with a fake bit of pelt padding embellishing the handle. More modelled after his trading role than how he plays cards.

"The Scrybe of Beasts"

A botanical gin-based cocktail comprised of rhubarb gin, elderflower tonic and red grenadine seeping in from the top like a drop of blood, garnished with a sprig of elderflower. Served in a tall tiki mask glass (ideally etched to look like his masks, but a normal tiki glass would work) Playing into his tree-like appearance, emphasis on blood sacrifice (thematically and mechanically), and because he's an old man (hence use of elderflower specifically).

"Eight Fucking Bears"

Technically more of a food challenge than a regular dish of eight very spicy pork ribs with a thick, blood-like sauce.

Grimora's menu:

"Royal Dominguez"

A limoncello and triple sec shot rimmed with crushed sherbert. Based on his death from scurvy at sea.

"Sawyer Patel"

A stout Sheep Dog peanut butter whisky and ginger ale drink served in a tumbler lined with a dash of peanut butter drizzle.

"Kaycee Hobbes"

A refreshing blueberry vodka and fireball slushy served in a tall glass and garnished with blueberries and cinammon caramel drizzle.

"The Scrybe of The Dead"

A black forest espresso martini made with Kaluha, cherry vodka, chocolate liquior and a shot of espresso. Served in a china teacup with a pitted black cherry skewered on the teacup's rim.

"The Lord of Bones"

Fried chicken drumsticks and wings served in a coffin-shaped basket.

Magnificus' menu:

"Goobert"

Lime jelly(jello) shot. The shot glass would have little googly eyes stuck to it and an edible paper wizard hat instead of an umbrella.

"The Pike Mage"

A sweet and spicy chipotle-orange syrup, bourbon and vanilla liquior cocktail served in a martini glass and garnished with a skewered glacie cherry donning an edible paper wizard hat.

"The Lonely Wizard"

Black Sangria (made with dark wine - blackberries, black grapes and black plums) imbued with green edible glitter. Served in a wine glass and garnished with a lime slice donning an edible paper wizard hat.

"The Scrybe of Magicks"

A colourful tie-dye milkshake of creme de menthe, mint ice cream and strawberry cream liquieur embellished with edible glitter. Served in a tall flute and garnished with a swirl of whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles and a spherical marshmallow made to look like Magnificus' missing arcane eye in place of a cherry.

"Mox"

A dessert made of blue raspberry, orange and apple sorbet scoops. Sprinkled with crushed sherbert and gemstone-shaped hard candies.

Po3's menu:

"The Inspector"

A simple blue raspberry sour shot with a blue raspberry popping candy rim.

"The Melter"

A vibrantly fire-coloured chocolate orange spritz. Mixing chocolate liquieur with aperol and prosecco. Garnished with curled orange rind and dark chocolate shavings.

"The Dredger"

A boba blue gin fizz. Made of bombay sapphire gin, lemon juice blue curaçao and soda water with lemon boba. Served with a silver coloured straw.

"The Scrybe of Technology"

A bright blue bubblegum cocktail topped with sweet sparkling wine and lemonade. Served in a tall, angular glass. The most boring of the Scrybe cocktails tbh.

"Kilo-bites"

Byte-sized sharing platter of savoury pastries and square pizza slices made to look like floppy discs.

I'll be honest, I was drawing a blank for Po3's menu. Dude's Vox if Vox had self-control, which takes away a lot of vibrancy to bounce off of for flavour profiles and visual ideas.

Bonus Mycologist dish:

Roasted ox-tongue mushroom, stuffed with mushroom paté and blue cheese with a creamy but sharp cheese sauce.

Ngl, Leshy's is my favourite menu. Definitely tempted to make it, maybe for an Inscryption themed party?

[enthusiastic-nim]

This is just a random question but do any of your OCS have birthdays? Have a wonderful day either way!

Thank you for the question, Anon! It's really fun, especially because I've never really thought about it?? But this is a neat exorcise so let's go with it!

In Magical School Girls, Bea is a Virgo born on September 20th. Cheerie is a February 12th Aquarius, and Eartha is a October 29th Scorpio.

Taffy and Lemon are also Scorpios, and were born November 10th and November 16th. Gummi is a Virgo like Bea and was born August 23rd. Berry is a April 27th Taurus.

As for The Punkin Sitter- The Sitter himself doesn't have a birthday, so Ben likes to pick a random day throughout the year and celebrate with him and the babies (mostly as an excuse to turn in paperwork late). Ben's a September 30th Libra.

Vinyl was born on March 2nd and is a Pisces! She's actually really bad at keeping up with her own birthday, though. Walkman was born on June 30th and is a Cancer, but he doesn't know that. Vinyl decided to give him a new birthday when they both officially became friends on December 5th (making him an honorary Sagittarius).

[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now — Ch. 10

Fic masterlist

*Nods to Nonnie who sent me a prompt the other week*

Warnings: language, mentions of thiefs and orgies

Words: 3,7k

“OH MY GOD.”

Aelin’s screams made Rowan jump out of the couch, pulse racing as he sprinted towards the sound. He didn’t mean to fall asleep there, it must be the middle of the night already.

His shoulders dropped in relief when he found her safe, just whisper-yelling with her head sticking out the window.

“What’s going on?”

Aelin had her eyes narrowed, arms crossed. “We have a thief.”

“A thief?”

It’s not that Rowan thought she was lying, but breaking into anything military-related was a suicide mission. This house was as safe as it could get.

“Well, it has to be a thief, since he’s climbing into windows like one,” Aelin explained in a voice higher than necessary for Rowan to hear.

“Oh, come on!” Said thief protested from the outside.

When Rowan approached the window to assess the situation, his whole body froze. Obnoxiously shiny black hair, sapphire blue eyes and taller than he liked to imagine. Rowan hoped he’d never meet Dorian Havilliard, his baby mama’s ex-boyfriend, but there he was, about to climb Fenrys’ window

“Front door, now!” Aelin’s voice was commanding, and apparently her ex knew when there was no fighting her.

She didn’t wait for him to grab her snack bowl and storm down the hallway, which was good, since it gave Rowan space to strangle his roommate.

He elbowed his friend who’d just left his room and whispered, “What the fuck did you do?”

Fenrys had the gall to do a military salute. “I stole her man, like I promised you I would.”

Yes, he did promise that when Rowan was in jail. No, it didn’t make him feel better.

“Seriously? Of all the people in the world, him?”

Fenrys’ shoulders dropped like a child’s when being scolded. “But he’s so hot!”

Rowan could take this argument further, but that’d entail admitting Aelin’s ex was hot. Instead, he moved to the living room to find her bickering with Dorian.

Aelin had her arms crossed over her heavy bump. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know you were staying here!”

“Then why didn’t you just use the front door?”

“Fen told me not to!” Dorian pointed at his pants. “Do you think these were made for climbing windows?”

Fenrys moved closer to them and cleared his throat. “Aelin, I really appreciate your friendship, but I won’t apologize for stealing your man.”

Her eyes widened, and her head tilted back a beat later, a loud laugh booming out of her. She held a finger up for a few seconds, silently asking them to wait until she recovered. “Fen, I wouldn’t care if you fucked him when we were dating. I definitely don’t need an apology from you now.”

Dorian clutched his chest in a wounded stance. “Ouch!”

She rolled her eyes, chuckling. “Oh, come on.”

Rowan’s narrowed eyes darted between Fenrys and his boy toy. “So you two are a thing now?”

“Not really.” Dorian shrugged. “I’m kinda going through a slut phase now that I’m single.”

Aelin clamped her lips together as she tried not to laugh again. “You were always in a slut phase.”

Rowan crossed his arms, assessing those two. He knew they had an open relationship, but he was starting to grasp how open it was.

This was so hard to understand. If Rowan had the chance to tie Aelin down, he wouldn’t even give her time enough to see other people, let alone almost every day, like she did with Rowan months ago.

He wasn’t trying to judge their previous relationship, but it was really hard to understand someone who had everything in his hands and still seeked other people.

Now that Aelin seemed calmer, Dorian gave a pointed look to the snack she left at the coffee table. He inched closer and picked the food Rowan made for Aelin, inspecting it from every angle imaginable.

“Pregnant women are so weird.” He sniffed the dried mango with mustard and gummy bears and wrinkled his nose. “Is this even edible?”

Aelin drew a slow smirk and wiggled her eyebrows before saying, “Not the kind of edible we’d eat when we were residents.”

The ache from Rowan’s tense jaw spread to his other muscles as well. His hands twitched as he held back from grabbing Aelin’s ex by his shiny dark hair and—

It didn’t matter. Aelin was single, and she decided to do a friendly co-parenting thing with him. Her previous relationship didn’t matter now.

~~

Rowan: What do you usually buy for Girls’ Night?

Rowan: I mean snacks.

Completely at loss, he wandered around the store closest to his home, only taking note of what was available until Aelin replied to his texts. Fenrys and Lorcan were currently at his home watching Maisie, and they had kicked Rowan here because, apparently, the snacks at his house were too organic and lame.

The thing is, Rowan’s never hosting parties, he’s usually dragged into them. But their therapist told him to do something with the sole purpose of having a good time, so there he was. Even though he didn’t know exactly why. He thought therapy was supposed to be about his family. Why was Yrene trying to give him homework that doesn’t involve Aelin?

Rowan felt his muscles loosening when his phone pinged with Aelin’s notification. It was torture to tone down his previous multiple calls a day, but at least she became more receptive when he reached out.

Aelin: can’t tell

Aelin: the girls’ night lore is exclusive to ellie and i

Aelin: but it’ll be passed down to maisie when the time comes

He trailed his eyes on the ceiling. She had to be joking, right?

Rowan: Please?

He frowned at his phone when she stayed too long without replying. Maybe that wasn’t a joke after all.

Rowan: Aelin?

Aelin: sorry

Aelin: i was driving

Rowan: And texting.

Aelin: just in the red light. don’t fuss.

Aelin: at least until i find some good dry shampoo. i can’t die with greasy hair.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard as an idea struck him. Rowan was pretty sure people bought those at pharmacies, and he knew the one she frequented the most is on the same block he was at.

Rowan: Are you close to home?

Rowan: I’m at the convenience store

Rowan: Maybe you could come by and help me out?

Yes, he knew she could very well just text a suggestion on snacks to buy. It fleetingly crossed his mind, but it didn’t sound near as nice as the idea he proposed.

It seemed like Aelin didn’t agree with him, by the way the typing balloon popped in and out of his screen many times.

Rowan: But that’s not very practical, now that I think about it.

Rowan: I hope you find your dry shampoo.

He pocketed his phone and focused back on the food shelves, trying to ignore the feeling of his dropping stomach. What was he thinking? Of course Rowan could buy drinks and snacks by himself. He was an independent man, he didn’t need Aelin to host anything.

After gathering half of what he needed to make a decent charcuterie board, the fridge with the drinks caught his eye. He’d follow the rule he established with Aelin and not drink while being in charge of Maisie, but maybe Fenrys and Lorcan would want some.

Rowan never knew how much pressure to apply to break the refrigerator’s vacuum seal, so he was met with the sound of bottles clinking together as soon as he opened the beer fridge. He used his hand to steady one of the shaky bottles when he noticed its design. Grabbing it to exam it closer, he noticed its unusually bright colors, and—

“Be careful, that’s a gay man’s beer,” an older man beside him warned, looking at the colorful beer bottle as if it was a bomb.

Nodding tightly, Rowan felt his body temperature rise. He knew he looked unapproachable to strangers, so it was a mystery why this stranger thought he’d be a good buddy to insult minorities together.

“That’s good, then.” Rowan schooled his body into a relaxed expression. He wore a lazy smirk while added some of the controversial bottles into his basket. “Because that’s not the gayest thing I’ll be putting in my mouth tonight,” he lied, but the horror on the stranger’s face was worth it.

The man blanched, his mouth opening and closing until he sputtered, “Um, sorry… yeah.” And left.

However, behind the stranger, there was a very shellshocked Aelin. Her eyes were bulged out of her face, mouth hanging open.

“I don’t think I was meant to hear that,” she said in a shaky tone.

he knew he needed to reply to her, but it was hard to gather words. Aelin was wearing a golden, metallic cropped top along with some tailored white pants. He swallowed, feeling his now erratic breathing worsen the warmth spreading over his body. This was some unusual attire, and his unusual reaction was proof of that.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.” She glanced around, scratching the back of her neck, before giving his basket a pointed look. “You’re doing great there, with the snack shopping. I’ll send you some pictures of Elide’s table from last Girls’ Night. You’ll know what to do.”

When Aelin turned around to leave, Rowan froze. She was wearing a bun, probably because of the dry shampoo situation, and Rowan could see every freckle on her back. His eyes widened with the sight and he flexed his hands, trying to get rid of a sudden ache there. Aelin wasn’t wearing a shirt, this was a scrap of golden fabric being held by three thin straps in the back.

Why would Aelin come here just to tell him that and leave? And why did she look so flustered after—

She didn’t think what he said was real, did she?

Feeling his heart beat out of his throat, Rowan fumbled with his phone, almost letting it fall at some point, to type the only thing he could think of.

Rowan: I am NOT going on a gay date

Rowan: Aelin

Rowan: Talk to me

Typing. Not typing. Typing. Not typing. Typing… Aelin was going to kill him like this.

Aelin: it’s okay, rowan! we can pretend this didn’t happen if you’d like. i’m sorry i overheard, you can talk to me about it when you feel ready.

He groaned, banging his head against the beer fridge.

˜˜

Fenrys cackling had always been a good indicator that Rowan was going through one of the lowest points of his life. As a rule, the intensity of his laughter was directly proportional to the amount of shit Rowan was in. Today was no exception.

“She-“ Fenrys held a finger in and grasped both knees, wheezing. “She didn’t know it was just us here?”

“I checked the text thread already. I didn’t tell her.” Rowan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Did Elide say anything?”

Lorcan shook his head. “Ellie refused to tell me about Aelin’s plans. She’s telling us to mind our own businesses.”

Rowan’s knee was bouncing as he stared at Maisie’s drawing of Aelin on his wall. He had been acting weird the entire night, and his friends called him out on it the second his daughter went to bed.

“So we still don’t know where she was going dressed like that.” Rowan didn’t meet anyone’s eye. He knew it was a silly statement.

Fen chugged his beer. “We all know what she’s doing. Like I told you the other day, she’s on the hunt for Mr. Right.”

Rowan’s chest was an adjustable knot, and it got tighter every time someone mentioned this in a violent tug.

Lorcan narrowed his eyes at Fenrys. “She’s not. Ellie would’ve told me.”

“Are you sure? Because the last time Elide told you something about Aelin’s love life, you didn’t waste a second before you opened your mouth.” Fenrys turned to Rowan. “Did you download Tinder? We might need to rush with the plan.”

“The what?” Lorcan blurted before Rowan could tell he hadn’t downloaded any dating apps yet.

Fenrys smirked like the devil and hooked an arm around Rowan’s neck, smudging his cheek with tomato sauce from the bruschetta he was eating. “Tinder. After six years, Hoey Rowie is alive and breathing.”

“Hold on, I haven’t made a decision yet,” Rowan said while cleaning his cheek with a napkin.

“That’s the worst idea Fenrys could ever come up with. Why would other women solve your problem with Aelin?” Lorcan clasped his hands together and supported his chin in the space between the thumb and index finger. He gave Rowan a look that was so hard to decipher, he wished he could be inside his friend’s head. “Dude, you should just talk to her.”

Fenrys lifted a finger. “And by her, he means the hot redhead I’m setting you up with.”

”By her, I mean Aelin.” Lorcan had his signature judgy look on. “Have you ever stopped to think about why he wants to go on dates?”

”Because he’s a single DILF!” Fenrys exclaimed, arms flailing. “Dude, you’re being a Love Grinch.”

Lorcan pointed at his wedding ring, eyes narrowed at Fenrys. “If anything, I’m the Love Santa. The only thing I’m trying to ruin here is this bad decision. I’m the Mistake Grinch.”

Rowan picked a mini bruschetta from the coffee table, carefully weighing his friends’ words. “So you think I shouldn’t date yet?”

Lorcan shrugged, but his earnest eyes portrayed all the concern he was trying to conceal. “If you want to date, you should do it for the right reasons. Have you even thought of the reason why you suddenly want to date again?”

Because Aelin said she wanted more kids, which implies seeing someone. He freaked out, and then freaked the fuck out when he saw her in a sparkly night outfit. But did Rowan want to delve deeper into why he was getting these reactions? No, not really. He’d just fall into a rabbit hole of heartbreak, and there’d be no going out, just painfully shutting out.

Today, Rowan was choosing slutty dilfhood instead of his usual pathetic single co-parenthood.

He cocked his head into Fenrys’ direction. “Tell me about the redhead.”

˜˜

When Rowan said he’d go on a date with Fenrys’ friend, he didn’t mean immediately. However, here he was. In Doranelle City’s new hottest spot, or so his friend—and the huge line at the front door—told him.

Apparently, his date knew people, so he gave his name at the front and was allowed to cut the line.

The music Rowan was being forced to listen to outside got louder when he walked in. There was a sea of people dancing, yelling, making out in the corners, and the place reeked of a mix of beer and sweat.

Rowan had been here for a matter of seconds, and he already missed the comfort of his home.

It was one thing to say he’d decided to date again, and another to actually go on dates. Worse, a date at a club. He needed mental preparation, but of course his extroverted slut friend wouldn’t understand that. Of course he’d schedule a date for the same night and ruin Rowan’s chances to rethink and potentially balk.

That was only happening because Fenrys stayed with Maisie, who was already asleep when he left, and Rowan would definitely be there when she woke up. Lorcan went home as soon as the date was set, asking, in his words, to be excluded from this stupidity.

A girl in a tight black dress, who looked very close to the picture Fenrys showed him, tapped his upper arm.

“Rowan?” She screamed through the loud music.

“Ansel?”

She smiled. “That’s me.”

Her brown irises had some red tones to it, but it was probably the strobe lights fooling his senses. He stared deep into her eyes for longer than was socially acceptable, more out of curiosity than anything else.

Ansel smirked. “At least buy me dinner first!”

Rowan’s eyes widened. “That was rude, I’m sorry.”

The woman cackled, somehow finding something to be amused at about him, and tugged on his arm. “Come on, I found a table in the back.”

Rowan’s shoulders loosened when he saw the back of the club. After the suffocating dance floor, there was this outdoorsy area with quieter music and actual tables with menus. This was a lot better.

The silence was absolutely painful after they ordered beers and fries.

“So.” Rowan cleared his throat. “How did you meet Fenrys?”

“At an orgy.”

The beer he was sipping went right back through his nose, making him choke on it.

Ansel’s laugh boomed through the open room, and she made soothing motions on his back as he recovered from the surprise. “Don’t worry, Big Guy. I’m not dragging you to one.”

“Thanks.” He coughed a little, clutching his chest. ”I didn’t mean to sound judgy. I narrowed my… activities down to two people after being done with university.”

Ansel reassured him she wasn’t offended, then silence stretched again. Conversation with Aelin just flowed so easily, and this was a painful reminder every date he went. Which was why Rowan had a reputation in his twenties. He wasn’t good at making conversation, but he was young and good-looking enough to skip that part, if the person was interested.

35-year-old Rowan didn’t find that option satisfying anymore.

He cleared his throat. “What’s your favorite color?”

She snorted. “You can talk to me about your ex if you want to. I’m a bartender, which means I’m the fun kind of shrink.”

Rowan opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. “How do you know there’s an ex?”

She shrugged. “Fenrys has a big mouth.”

“It wouldn’t be very nice of me to talk about someone else while on a date with you.”

Ansel leaned back on her seat, twirling the glass beer bottle in her hand. “I’m not looking for anything serious, so I’m not offended that you’re still hooked up on your ex. You can tell me about her, pay me a drink…” she swept an appreciative gaze over his body. “And we can still go somewhere else if we’re in the mood later, but I can’t offer you more than that.”

After debating this idea in his head for a moment, his conclusion was a big fuck it. He told her everything, from the night he met Aelin to the present day, and received back a lot more reactions than his certified shrink’s neutral expressions.

“Oh, boy.” Ansel blinked, mouth hanging open. “You’re so fucked.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t I know it.”

She slowly shook her head. “I mean, it’s been fucking years, and you’re still in love with her?”

Rowan’s pulse immediately picked up. “That’s not what I told you at all.”

“You said some deep love shit, man. Literally, everything but the words.”

This was a nightmare. Tonight was supposed to be about forgetting Aelin, but somehow he ended up discussing with his date whether or not his co-parent had feelings for him five years ago. Rowan ran a million worst-case scenarios for this date, but his imagination wasn’t near as bad as the real thing.

“I’m sorry, but I need to ask you something.”

Rowan sighed. “Go ahead.”

“It’s been five years, and not once you thought of asking her the reason why she left?”

“Being rejected was humiliating enough already.” Feeling his insides tighten, Rowan crossed his arms and carefully kept an even tone. “I don’t need details on how much she didn’t care about me.”

“She cared.” Ansel sipped her drink. “Did you help her out with the baby?”

Rowan nodded. “When I wasn’t at work, yeah.”

“I’ve never heard of a new mom who’d just reject help. If she didn’t care about you, she’d enjoy the free labor and let you be. But she asked you to leave, which means you probably fucked up.”

Rowan felt a lump forming in his throat, but he focused on keeping a steady face for this stranger. He took in the string lights and the distant sounds of a crowd yelling, scrambling his mind for something to say.

This wasn’t true. He remembered everything, and Rowan wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t do anything big enough to make her leave.

In the end, Ansel didn’t know him or Aelin. She wasn’t there to know Aelin’s feelings better than he did.

Rowan opened his mouth, but closed again. God, he never should’ve started talking about Aelin in the first place. He pointed at the direction where he could hear some occasional applause. “Is there another dance floor over that door?

“Oh.” She looked over her shoulder. “Fridays are karaoke nights. Do you wanna take a look?”

He’d do anything to avoid that awkwardness.

There was a small stage where people could sing and an employee in the corner taking care of the song requests. The place was cramped, a lot of people cheering and singing along with a guy performing a Spice Girls song. All of the tables were taken, but they managed to find stools in the bar near the door.

Rowan was begrudgingly admitting to himself that watching such an alive crowd was lighting up his bitter mood. But the thing that grabbed his attention the most was when Lysandra, one of the moms from Maisie’s soccer class, got up on stage. They weren’t exactly friends, but he caught her chatting often with Aelin and a few other moms during games.

“Oh, hi!” She waved at the crowd, then tugged her skin-tight green dress. “I’m trying to get my friend Aelin to sing with me, but I think she needs a little encouragement.”

Rowan felt his stomach bottoming out. The crowd erupted, but not near as much as one table by the front, full exclusively with women he recognized as soccer moms.

Aelin was easily spotted among them, cackling with her flimsy golden fabric that was definitely not a shirt.

Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.

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All MLP Characters

Simply because I'm rewatching and enjoy making lists :)

A:

Angel (Bunny)

Apple Bloom (Earth Pony)

Apple Brown Bake (Earth Pony)

Apple Bumpkin (Earth Pony)

Apple Cinnamon Crisp (Earth Pony)

Apple Frias (Earth Pony)

Apple Fritter (Earth Pony)

Applejack (Earth Pony)

Apple Rose (Earth Pony)

Applesauce (Earth Pony)

Apple Strudel (Earth Pony)

Apple Tart (Earth Pony)

B:

Babs Seed (Earth Pony)

Baked Apples (Earth Pony)

Big Macintosh (Earth Pony)

Blossomforth (Pegasus)

[Prince] Blueblood (Unicorn)

Braeburn (Earth Pony)

Bulk Biceps (Pegasus)

C:

[Princess] Cadence (Alicorn)

Caramel Apple (Earth Pony)

Carrot Cake (Earth Pony)

[Princess] Celestia (Alicorn)

Cerberus (Three-Headed Dog)

Cheerilee (Earth Pony)

Cheese Sandwich (Earth Pony)

Cloud Chaser (Pegasus)

Clover [the Clever] (Unicorn)

Coco Pommel (Earth Pony)

Crackle (Dragon)

Cranky Doodle Donkey (Donkey)

Cup Cake (Earth Pony)

D:

Daisy (Earth Pony)

Daisy Jo (Cow)

Daring Do (Pegasus)

Diamond Tiara (Earth Pony)

Discord (Draconequus)

Ditzy Doo (Pegasus)

E:

[Commander] Easy Glider (Pegasus)

F:

[Admiral] Fairy Flight (Pegasus)

Fancy Pants (Unicorn)

Featherweight (Pegasus)

Filthy Rich (Earth Pony)

[General] Firefly (Pegasus)

Flam (Unicorn)

[General] Flash (Pegasus)

Flash Sentry (Pegasus)

Fleetfoot (Pegasus)

Flim (Unicorn)

Flitter (Pegasus)

Fluttershy (Pegasus)

G:

Garble (Dragon)

Gilda (Griffon)

Golden Delicious (Earth Pony)

Granny Smith (Earth Pony)

Gummy (Alligator)

Gustave le Grand (Griffon)

H:

Harshwhinny (Earth Pony)

Hayseed Turnip Truck (Earth Pony)

Hoity Toity (Earth Pony)

[Commander] Hurricane (Pegasus)

I:

Iron Will (Minotaur)

J:

Jet Set (Unicorn)

Joe (Unicorn)

Junebug (Earth Pony)

K:

Kingpin (Unicorn)

L:

Lickety-Split (Earth Pony)

Lightning Dust (Pegasus)

Little Strongheart (Buffalo)

[Princess] Luna/Nightmare Moon (Alicorn)

M:

Matilda (Donkey)

Maud Pie (Earth Pony)

Moon Dancer (Unknown Pony)

Mooriella (Cow)

Mulia Mild (Mule)

N:

O:

Opalescence (Cat)

Owlowiscious (Owl)

P:

Peachy Pie (Earth Pony)

Peewee (Phoenix)

Pipsqueak (Earth Pony)

Philomena (Phoenix)

Photo Finish (Earth Pony)

Pinkie Pie (Earth Pony)

Prim Hemline (Earth Pony)

[Princess] Platinum (Unicorn)

Pound Cake (Pegasus)

[Chancellor] Pudding Hat (Earth Pony)

Pumpkin Cake (Unicorn)

[Colonel] Purple Dart (Pegasus)

Q:

R:

Rainbow Dash (Pegasus)

Randolph (Earth Pony)

Rapidfire (Pegasus)

Rarity (Unicorn)

Red Delicious (Earth Pony)

Red Gala (Earth Pony)

Rose (Earth Pony)

Rumble (Pegasus)

S:

Sapphire Shores (Earth Pony)

Seabreeze (Breezie)

Scootaloo (Pegasus)

Shining Armor (Unicorn)

Silver Shill (Earth Pony)

Silverspeed (Pegasus)

Silver Spoon (Earth Pony)

[Sheriff] Silverstar (Earth Pony)

Smart Cookie (Earth Pony)

Snails (Unicorn)

Snips (Unicorn)

Soarin (Pegasus)

[King] Sombra (Unicorn)

Spike (Dragon)

Spitfire (Pegasus)

Star Swirl the Bearded (Unicorn)

Stinking Rich (Earth Pony)

Sunny Daze (Earth Pony)

Suri Polomare (Earth Pony)

Sunset Shimmer (Unicorn)

Sweetie Belle (Unicorn)

T:

[Chief] Thunderhooves (Buffalo)

Thunderlane (Pegasus)

Trenderhoof (Unicorn)

Trixie (Unicorn)

[Princess] Twilight Sparkle (Unicorn -> Alicorn)

Twist (Earth Pony)

U:

Upper Crust (Unicorn)

V:

W:

[Mr.] Waddle (Earth Pony)

Winona (Dog)

X:

Y:

Z:

Zecora (Zebra)

Zipporwhill (Pegasus)

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spice :  cumin

weather event/natural disaster : rain / monsoon

color : purple

magical power : copy/bottomless mana

shoe : airforce ones/dunks/converse

plant : audery II

animal : elderitch/flerkins cats, hellhounds {black doberman}

weapon : grimmoire, swords, bat, (later) knife

subject/major : art&technology / digital design with a minor in graphic design

gemstone/mineral : sapphire

makeup product : clear or blac nail polish

candy : gummi worms& bears

fear : darkness

sport (traditional or extreme) : skateboarding, boxing

method of long–distance travel : car, portals

hour:  5am

wood: tigerwood

mythological creature : witch

three  emojis : 💕🎶🤝🏾

moon phase: waxing crescent

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Art Teacher and Star wedding headcanons

As the title and GIF above may suggest, I have it planned that at some point in IF I Go, Art Teacher and Star get married x3 So, here are some headcanons for everything leading up to it, how the wedding goes and so forth!

- Art Teacher is the one to propose to Star. At this point, the two have already been together for some time now, and after everything that transpires in the story (including a big altercation with Clive, the main antagonist of the story who I'll talk about in a later post), Art decides he wants to show Star how much he loves her and how he wants to spend the rest of their lives together, whatever happens. So, one day he takes Star down to their old home where they first met and became a couple, Dekalb Illinois, and after the sun sets after a day of them visiting all of their favorite places together and all the places where they made memories together, Art gets down on one knee and drops the big question to Star. Star didn't expect this one bit, but she's overjoyed nonetheless and instantly says yes before jumping into Art's arms.

- The ring Art proposed to her with came from Coco's fashion shop (she sells nearly everything you can think of as far as clothes and jewelry, her shop is basically like Barbie's closet lol), and is a dark sapphire ring with a silver band to match how the moon would always shine down on Star and give her furr and hair such a hue when they'd go put together at night

- Obviously everyone at Memory Lane is ecstatic upon learning about Art and Star's engagement, to the point they all almost immediately begin planning out the ceremony. Some IFs like Blue and Gummy are assigned to bake the wedding cake (a mix between both Art and Star's favorite cake flavors, chocolate and red velvet), while others are put in charge of the decorations of where the ceremony will be taking place.

-After the two discussed where they'd want the ceremony to take place, even though it doesn't matter to them either way since they're just happy to finally tie the knot, Art and Star decide to have their wedding take place on the beach close to Coney Island, at night during a full moon since there was a full moon when they both first met, and also because of Star's connection to the full moon due to the fact that her kid created her after being fascinated by a werewolf movie.

- Lewis is the priest during the ceremony, and Art Teacher ends up having Calvin as his Best Man, while Star has Gummy as her Maid Of Honor, with Blossom, Uni, Bubblina, Minerva, Sonia and Coco as her bridesmaids.

- Speaking of Coco, she ends up taking almost full control of helping Star pick out her wedding dress, insisting that a bride only deserves the best for her wedding and that anything less would be complete "rubbish" (keep in mind I based Coco heavily off of Velvette from Hazbin Hotel in terms of personality lol). After much debating over what wedding dress Star should wear, eventually Star manages to pick a dress like this thanks to Coco's help

- Sunny is the one that usually has the reputation of always being the best dressed out of all the male IFs with all the suits he normally wears, so he helps Art Teacher pick a simple black suit with a tie for the wedding, Sunny being less intense in his fashion advice compared to Coco...... Unrelated note, but there's a reason why everyone at Memory Lane calls Coco the toned down version of Tyra Banks lol.

- After some time, the wedding finally arrives with everything on the beach being set up, the cake being ready, and the bridesmaids, Maid Of Honor, Best Man, Priest and the Groom being in their places..... All that's left is for the Bride to show up, when soon the classic wedding march begins to play (courtesy of Andromedus III somehow being able to play the piano with no hands), and Star is seen being brought down the altar with Sunny linking arms with her before giving her to her soon to be husband. The whole time Art looks at Star in her beautiful white gown and veil, he feels as though he's looking at an angel, and he's even more happy that he's about to make this eternal promise to the woman he loves.

-Lewis gives his speech as the priest officiating the marriage, then Art Teacher and Star give each other the most heartfelt wedding vows imaginable, reminiscing all their time together and all they've been through together, and how they managed to overcome all their problems to finally get to where they are now, promising to both love each other for all of eternity, in life and in whatever afterlife there is for them.

- Art Teacher slowly slips the sapphire ring onto Star's finger, and because Art doesn't have fingers and therefore him wearing a ring is impossible, he had an image of a ring tattooed on both sides of his hand where the ring would be if he was wearing one. Another unrelated note, but I headcanon that Art Teacher has quite a few tattoos hidden on his body, mostly floral or butterfly tattoos, and his kid's name on the side of his neck as well, and I need to make another OC that serves as the retirement home's tattoo artist.

-Afterwards Art and Star both say their "I Dos" and kiss each other, officially becoming husband and wife, everyone cheering for the newlywed couple before the party officially starts and everyone celebrates on the beach. Normally weddings would be serving alcoholic beverages, but Art and Star had both dealt with alcoholism in their lives and were only just becoming sober by the time Art proposed to Star, so to honor their progress, everyone enjoys whatever nonalcoholic beverages are being served instead.

- Many songs play throughout the party that some way or another describe Art and Star's love and this event, from "Anything, Anything" by Dramarama, to "Falling Slowly" from the movie Once, but then comes THE dance that always happens at each wedding between the Bride and the Groom..... and in this case, the very song that plays during this dance between Art and Star is "When You Say Nothing At All" by Ronan Keating, the song that describes all the ways they've both expressed their love for each other and their need for one another... The moment they both hold each other in their arms to this song, they both just know whatever happens to them, they'll love each other and be with one another forever, and never let any8tear them apart again. (Shout out to @spideyladman for suggesting When You Say Nothing At All QwQ)

- You know damn well some of thr IFs at this wedding are crying Crocodile tears from how beautiful the whole event is..... Ally in the literal sense, and then the more emotional ones like Blue, Uni and Steven are just bawling their eyes out too.

- There is a band playing some of the music at this wedding, which consists of some of the IFs who had been taking Star's music classes, namely Cosmo as the lead vocalist...... Depending on how you headcanon Cosmo as a singer, you can imagine how that turns out.

- Eventually comes the part where Star has to throw her bouquet of roses and lillies backwards so one of the female IFs can catch it..... And then afterwards the other infamous tradition where Art Teacher has to remove the garter from Star's thigh and toss it backwards as well for one of the male IFs to catch.

- Blossom catches the bouquet, while Cosmo catches the garter. Fun fact though is that Blossom and Lewis have a sort of secret romance with one another that they've just never really told anyone about (they're both the two oldest IFs at Memory Lane and have been there longer than anyone else, so in this case with it just being them for a while before more IFs eventually showed up, things were bound to happen between these old lovebirds. Yes, I am indeed a fan of old people romance when it comes to Lewis and Blossom xD ), and because Cosmo doesn't know about this, he takes the moment to joke with Blossom by giving her a jokingly flirty look with his eyes.

- Art Teacher and Star also decide to have a honey moon trip, which they decided they'd have take place in an isolated forest with a cabin they'd have all to themselves, with a fancy couch, fireplace and everything....... and without going into detail, these two definitely have some fun celebrating their marriage that night.