#but boy was this nonnie going for gold

[kitten4sannie]

ateez and corruption kinks… that’s it I just had to let that out into the void

communion

pairing: priest! yunho x nun! reader (fem)

summary: priest jeong wishes to share another communion with the most beloved member of the monastery.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: for the love of god (lol) if sacrilegious smut isn’t your thing do NOT read this,, however if it IS wellll i got something good for you <3, wine drinking, but like, in an unconventional way lmao, nasty perverted dom! yuyu, subby cock hungry! reader (can we blame her tho?), implied sex slave training, oral (giving/receiving), deepthroating, finger sucking, cum eating, implied toy usage (the toy is um….well…a religious object…)

a/n: oh nonnie idt you realize what you’ve unleashed with that ask ^^ there’s nothing i love more than corruption 🖤 physical, emotional, psychological ughhhh,,, anyways writers block and some shitty real life stuff have been taking turns beating me up the past couple months so i thought this might be a good escape for me :3 i hope you enjoy <33

p.s: i’ll be posting two more fics with a corruption theme very soonnn,, one features perverted bsf wooyoung and the other involves frat boy sannie 🫶🏼

song rec: take me to church - hozier (i mean come on….)

No matter how dark the communal church grew in the late hours of the night, the bright light of the moon still shone through the fragmented mosaic glass, now casting a myriad of gleaming crosses across your face and body as you sat on your knees upon the altar. You raised your hands up to begin worshipping your Lord in the way you were taught by Father Jeong, gingerly opening his robes to unveil the point of your focus.

Yunho lifted up a ceremonial bell and rung it once, his robes pooling around his feet, watching as your thighs squeezed tightly together underneath your heavy garments, your shaky exhale fanning over his exposed, twitching cock, finding the unyielding look of pure lust inside your eyes to be so beautiful he could shed a tear. Over the many, many communions you’ve shared together, it seemed that the bell reminded you of your loyalty to him and to your shared savior, of the pleasure you shared all in the name of God.

He pushed your veil off to expose your hair, before he placed his large hands on either side of your head, his long, slender fingers wrapping securely around it. “And, what do we say now, Sister L/N?” he asked softly, as though he were testing you, dragging his tongue over his top set of teeth, letting out a few heavy breaths.

“O’ Lord, for which I am about to receive, is truly your most precious Body and your life-giving blood, which, I pray, makes me worthy to receive for the remission of all my sins and for everlasting life,” you recited your prayer like many times before, the wetness between your thighs everlasting, watching Father Jeong let go of your head for a second to pick up a chalice of wine from the ceremony table behind him.

Yunho held the gold chalice just above his waist, growing that much harder as the dark liquid began to pour down his long, curved length, spilling off of his sticky tip and dripping into your open mouth. “The Blood of Christ…” He watched you swallow it all down, like the obedient servant you were. Something this sinful simply had to be holy, didn’t it? He swallowed down the abundant saliva that filled his mouth. “Ahh?” he voiced, like he was waiting for you to say something.

“Amen,” you sighed out, licking the remnants of wine and pre-cum from your lips, your trembling fingers clasping around his bare hips.

“Amen.”

Yunho then thrusted forward until he hit the back of your parched throat, eagerly dragging you back and forth along his sizable cock, using you like the faithful cocksleeve you were, the repetitive sounds of squelching, gagging, and muffled moaning sending delightful shivers down his spine, much like the sacred hymns did to him every morning during mass. “Sister L/N, your throat has molded to the shape of my cock, has it not? Bonding with me all these long nights, over and over, it’s like you were made for me, and only me. Tell me, Sister, does taking the Body of Christ down your throat make you feel closer to God?”

You let out a stunted, pleased moan, blinking a few tears out of your dazed, half closed eyes, watching as a blurry version of Father Jeong brought his rosary up to his lips to kiss it. Due to being trained so consistently, you knew to relax your jaw and throat in order to take all of him without fail, your gag reflex nonexistent, simply drooling all over his long, heavy cock instead, much to Yunho’s delight.

“Oh, God, let His will be done….” He hunched over slightly, in order to pound himself into the back of your throat over and over, thick strands of pre-cum and saliva dripping from your chin and landing onto your previously pristine garments, his fingers closing in around your bulging throat to feel himself moving inside it. It was simply too much for the priest to handle. “So…nnngh–sovereign, so pure, this divinity…” Yunho expressed between heavy pants, suddenly pulling out until his twitching cockhead rested against your splayed out tongue. “Sister L/N, you must show me something heavenly so that I may fill you with the Holy Spirit. Be quick, for I am at my limit…”

Licking the beads of pre-cum from his slit, you began to lift up the layers of your tunic until your bare cunt glistened underneath the moonlight that was casted over you like a spotlight, the edges of your skin glowing as though you were a real life angel, one that was sent down from above to tempt Yunho, especially now that he could see you in your most vulnerable state. “Father Jeong, please see what I’ve done for you. I’ve kept myself full…so that I may take you inside properly…”

It was then that Father Jeong fell to his knees before you, looking up at the slick heaven in between your thighs, before leaning in to lap up the abundant wetness from your lips, his hot tongue practically melting against your cunt as he ate you out like a starved man, spreading your open with his ringed thumbs. Maintaining steady eye contact with you, he slowly pulled the hood of your clit back to expose your weak point, wrapping his plush lips around it as he began to suck and lick until he had you trembling above him, your nails digging into the dense wood of the pews. “Cum before me,” he commanded, dragging his tongue along your fluttering slit up to your throbbing clit until you let out a beautifully broken cry.

You spread your trembling thighs open just enough to allow what was filling you up the entire time to slowly come sliding out, both you and the priest letting out a similar gasp once it did. A thick, slick-covered silver cross landed inside Yunho’s open palm. He watched diligently as you lifted it up to his mouth, not even having to say anything as he sucked it clean. Without exchanging words, Yunho stood back and squeezed his throbbing cock, just as you lowered yourself back down onto your knees with a loving smile, watching with pride as he began to shudder, long spurts of his hot cum landing onto your tongue and disappearing down your throat.

“What a thing of beauty….” The priest swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. “You never fail to bring me close to our Savior, my dear,” he praised, reaching down to rub the remaining remnants of his seed over your swollen lips and onto your tongue with his thumb, pulling it away from your mouth and licking the last of his saltiness off of his digit himself.

“It’s all for the greater good,” you softly replied, slowly standing up and hiking up your now soiled garments, so that you could bend over the pew, spreading yourself wide, opening the gates of your heaven and giving Yunho access like every blissful night before. “Now, please allow me to bring you even closer.”

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[just-some-random-blogger]

I don't know if you accept requests, but I'm going to risk it. Did you see the last photo of Harry Collett and Tom Taylor (the future Cregan Stark)? Could you write a Harry/Jace x reader x Tom/Cregan threesome? I'm obsessed with them

Push & Pull

It's basically Lannister tradition to create a scandal on your nameday, or maybe that's just you.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Lannister!Reader x Cregan Stark | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, jealousy?, am I the drama!YN, typos, etc.

A/N: hello nonnie! i do take requests, but i dont explicitly state it because ive been having a hard time writing. i had an idea for a jace fic when you sent this, so it felt really timely, but then that fic i went to die 💀✋ so im tryna revive my spark writing smth else. i know you said a threesome but i just 💔 the best i can do is them tryna one up each other. I AM SO HYPE FOR THEM FR FR but i didnt really see the actors' photo together, just them in the trailer

"Is that the older Velaryon boy?" I mutter to my brother in between taking a sip of wine.

Jason turns where I'm looking and takes a sip of his own wine, "indeed."

"He's rather easy on the eyes, isn't he," I smile at my Jason.

He raises a brow, "and you are rather engaged, aren't you?"

"Engaged to be engaged," I shrug, looking around the room again, "and I do not even see our man of the hour anywhere."

"Lord Stark is travelling here from Winterfell. One would expect him to be late."

"Are you not the same brother of mine that said impressions have their weight in gold?"

Jason narrows his eyes, "clearly that was Tyland."

I roll my eyes at him and look away. I quickly turn back to Jason after I notice something, "oh, look. He's coming over."

"Lady Lannister."

I avert my gaze from my brother, to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, who gives me a nod in regard.

"My prince," I smile and curtsy.

He smiles back then turns to my brother, "Lord Lannister."

Jason raises a brow and nods curtly.

"If your sister will allow it," Jacaerys turns to me, "I would like to ask her for a dance."

I giggle under my breath. I share a look with my brother. Jason assesses my expression before turning back to the dark haired man, "my sister is not accepting dances this moment."

I turn to Jacaerys as he gives me a questioning look, "may I enquire why?"

"I hurt my ankle," I mutter, "whilst getting off the carriage."

Jacaerys' forehead visibly wrinkles, "you took a carriage here?"

I purse my lips into a soft smile, "I did."

"To Casterly Rock?"

"I was visiting a lady friend who lives not too far from here."

"... I see."

Just as Jacaerys says this, the doors open, and Lord Cregan Stark's arrival is announced as he walks in. As he swaggers in, I am struck by a delicious idea.

"On second thought, my prince," I extend a hand, "my ankle is feeling rather better now."

I feel my brother give me a dirty look, but before he can say anything, I am whisked away for a dance.

Jacaerys leads me as we dance, holding my hand firmly as we glide across the floor, and pulling me closer than what was needed when the movement called for it.

The truth was, I didn't mind it, but there was nothing I loved more than putting a man in his place.

"You're being quite familiar with your touches, Jacaerys," I mutter when we as close enough.

I see his eyes light up when I call him by his first name. He chuckles, "can you blame me for wanting to be so?"

I hum as he spins me around, "I doubt many refuse your advances anyway, with the life of a princess up for prize."

Jacaerys ends up behind me as we continue with the dance. I feel his breathing as we continue with the next steps. Once we pull away and face each other again, I speak, "it is an honor to be the first."

Jacaerys looks at me in confusion when I curtsy rather than take his hand. I smile, "I have another waiting on me," then walk away.

It doesn't take long for me to weave my way out of the dancing bodies, nor to find the said person waiting for me.

I press my lips together into a soft smile as I approach the towering man, "Lord Stark."

Cregan nods and extends a hand, "my lady."

I take his hand and smile when he kisses my knuckles, "I do hope your travels were safe."

Cregan straightens up and tilts his head, "safe?"

He takes a step forward and brushes my knuckles, "I arrived to see my future bride ensnared in the jaws of a dragon."

I clasp my hands together and raise a brow, " I believe the Velaryon's sigil is that of a seahorse."

"And I believe he is set to inherit the throne after his mother, the king's appointed heir."

I purse my lips and lock eyes with Jacaerys from across the room. A moment later, I turn back to Cregan and smile, "political talk has always bored me."

He shifts on one leg, "I would not bore you on your nameday."

"Then dance with me."

Cregan takes a second, then offers me a hand.

Not a moment later, the two of us are dancing with the rest of the crowd. Cregan is much more wary with his touch, more courteous, and modest.

I cannot help but tease him with lingering touches and with the bat of my lashes, "you are surprisingly graceful for someone of your stature."

Cregan chuckles, hands gripping my waist with more intention, "perhaps the same could be said about you, my lady."

I raise a brow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, with your injured ankle and all."

I tilt my head, eyes locked on his as we change partners. I keep my attention locked on Cregan as I come back to him the next measure.

"How do you know that?"

He tucks my hair behind my ear, "your brother told me as you danced with Jacaerys Velaryon, how you humored him, despite your reluctance."

We spin around and switch partners again.

This time, I cannot keep my attention on Cregan as I find myself face to face with Jacaerys, himself.

He immediately speaks, "I did not know you were waiting upon Cregan Stark."

I do the steps with him and purse my lips, "why would you need to know who I wait upon?"

"I thought I made it clear," the corner of his lips quirk, "I wish to be familiar."

I chuckle, taken slightly off guard, "and I thought I made it clear that I did not."

Jacaerys' hold on my hip lingers, "did you?"

My breath hitches when he pulls me flush against his chest, arms around my waist as we twirl. He breaks away, seconds too long, and we change partners again.

Except I don't, and neither does Jacaerys, for then the music finds its completion. We stand in front of each other, staring, as the rest of the room breaks into applause.

"I would like to share another dance with you, my lady," says Jacaerys.

"She is already spoken for," another answers for me.

I peer up at Cregan as he comes between us. He blankly stares at Jacaerys. It lingers and becomes rather painful. Eventually, he gives him a nod in regard, "your grace."

"Lord Stark," Jacaerys clenches his jaw before nodding back.

I stare at them as they stare at each other for another prolonged moment. I purse my lips then sigh, "I am actually feeling rather parched. Would you two boys like to pour me a drink?"

The two of them turn to me, but before they could respond, I'm already heading off to the banquet table. My brother's eyes shoot daggers at me as I approach.

[blkkizzat]

Hi kali,

GRE studying is going....OK. I was reminded that I SUCCCK at math. Will be working on my critical writing paper starting next week as well as studying. I did not miss this part of school. I'm not going for a phD in writing. Though writing is a big part of it. I am in the arts though. You know my handle just check my blog description if you're curious.

But speaking of PHD....professor Nanami and Professor Geto.

Professor Nanami is low key sexy. He doesn't show off but one time you saw him remove his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves and you about fainted. You're a grad student (Not his grad student- Not even in the same department) so it's not exactly unprofessional for him to date you. And when he asks you out, you can't think of any reason to say no. What you don't expect is to have the time of your life. Nanami is really fun outside of classes. He takes you to a local festival. A one night event. He wins you a stuffed bear and a gold fish. You weren't sure about giving him a kiss when the date first started but by the end of it you have butterflies as you lean up and give him a peck on the cheek. He moves his head though and you end up with a short peck on the lips. It's sweet and hot at the same time. When you guys come out as dating You're the talk of the both your departments.

Professor Geto, however, is in your department. He's not your advisor, though. You see him everywhere. And your conversations are good. Deep and incitful. When he asks you for dinner the last thing you expect is to be fucking him in his car outside the restaurant. You got there early. You were just in his car talking when he leaned over and kissed you. He apologized at first and said he just couldn't help himself. But he knew what he was doing. He gives you these beautiful puppy dog eyes and suddenly your kissing him again. And again. And then you're full on making out. Ten minutes later you've moved to the back of the car. You're glad his windows are tinted because as long as you don't move too much, no one will know that you're getting railed in the back seat of a professor's car. And he does go hard. You hardly notice that the man hasn't bothered to use protection until you're walking into the restaurant (cause he's hungry now), and you feel him leaking out of you. You're glad your dress is long enough that no one can see your legs. You can't even chastise him cause you were both caught in the moment. And you continue to date through graduation. One thing about Suguru is that his ass is stubborn. When he makes up his mind that he wants something, he's going for it. He keeps your ass under lock and key. Everyone knows your dating, though no one will say shit to your face. No one is surprised when a week after graduation, you have a rock on your hand. But you'll never be Mrs. You're Dr and Dr Geto. And Suguru finds it hot!

Respectfully, I needed this - 🧠

🧠 nonny... u may not have figured this out yet...but im slower than thee fuck fjklshfkdjhgkfd. i never figure out who my anons are unless they tell me. u gonna have to let me know fam. msg me 😭😭.

omg these ideas are delicious...

prof nanami, i love how innocent and whimsy it is going on a first date to a festival and him winning you prizes and the kiss was! ahhh im such a slut i would have to fuck him night one but when it comes to be slow courted i wouldnt mind if it was nanami. he wants to let you know what you mean to him and i find that saurrrr cuteee.

prof geto, i also adoreeee because he was wasting NO time lmfao. Dr. & Dr. Geto okfjdhvksdhfvksjdb IMMA SCREAM thats so perf 🥹🥹. also lmfao at him just raw nutting in us day ONE. he definitely knew wtf he was doing. lmfao he didnt even care to ask if we were on the pill just busted fkjhfkjhrsfkjrshbdfj.

also i just had a thot...

we never get prof sukuna and i know in AU people tend to write him as a bad boy/criminal/fuck-up and although he IS a villain he's not a dumb one. he's very smart and intellectual, he just doesn't give a fuck. i think he would teach something like physics. i can see him being an astrophysicist for some reason, ex-NASA (i'd like to think he got fired bc he ended up knocking out an astronaut who thought he knew more than Sukuna cause he's been up in space before and almost jeopardized lives because of it). But prof Sukuna is notorious for being a huge hard ass and making his already insanely difficult classes, due to the subject matter, even harder than they need to be. you, a future astrophysicist in the making, are determined to learn from the best and your cheery disposition is not discouraged by him. in fact you like the challenge and arguing with him. however he IS your adviser which makes the situation a bit more scandalous. especially since it was in one of your advisory meetings where one minute you were arguing about your thesis topic and the next you are spread out on his desk, your thesis papers everywhere and Sukuna's head between your legs. but you don't get caught. if anything, once you do start dating Sukuna is harder on you. he wants you to succeed but he wont coddle you, he'll critique you more—expect perfection from you. However he will be there to tutor you and take you on special field trips. He knows the person who runs the observatory near campus and gets a special private viewing for you when conditions are clear and you can see the pretty gaseous clouds from the next galaxy from the powerful hub telescope.... all while seated so pretty on his cock. He'll rub slow tortuous circles on your clit with his rough thumb while he making you list various constellations and quizzing you on basic chemical composition of stars and planets—which you would usually spout off flawlessly but when he is making you see your own stars as your eyes cross into the back of your head there's no way you could focus on the ones in the sky. now i kinda wanna write professor sukuna kfhdadskjfhaskjf.

[navybrat817]

https://www.tumblr.com/navybrat817/745762048374407168/choose-your-husband?source=share

How can we choose one, Navy? 😭

Can you tell me about the Artist? 🥺

Bahaha. I'm sorry, nonnie! And a little bit about Steve.

In this universe, Steve is a famous artist.

His best friend, Bucky, is an author. He's also good friends with Ari, a thief.

Car brand of choice: Maserati

He fell in love with you when you were an art model. Your real passion is interior design.

First gift he bought you: Gold Pendant Necklace

Favorite lingerie on you until he takes it off: Babydoll

Relationship status: Married

There you go! 🥰 Love and thanks. ❤️

Silly Boys With Silly Toys

[hunterscabin]

Birthday Dress

Request: Can you do a reader where she is turning twenty one, and the boys don’t want to celebrate, but Claire and her sneak out and Claire ends up taking her to a club, and she gets wasted AF, and they have to sneak back into the bunker, but they get caught. - Anonymous

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader

Warnings: Drinking; drunkenness; overly protective Dean; protective Sam; the tiniest bit of language; angst; fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, Nonnie! I had fun writing this one! For the sake of this story, let’s assume Claire is also 21-years-old. 

“What do you think?" 

Tufts of gold lame billowed as you twirled in your birthday dress. Sam and Dean sat opposite each other at the library table, both wearing a similar shade of bitch face.

"No.” Sam stated flatly.

“Nope.” Dean agreed. “You’re not going out like that.”

“Like what?” you challenged. 

“Like,” Dean struggled to find the words, “like some floozy.”

“Floozy?!” You looked down at your dress, confused and angered by Dean’s response. The skirt hit just above your knee, and while the neckline didn’t leave much to the imagination, it was far more tasteful than anything you’d ever seen on the women Dean liked to bring home.

You tried to compose yourself with a deep breath. You knew Dean’s overprotective nature could get the better of him, and his criticism of your appearance was his way of showing that he cared. Winchester men had many strengths but emotional expression was not one of them.  

“I’m a 21-year-old woman,” you calmly reminded him, “I’m not asking permission to wear this dress, I’m showing it to you.”

“Don’t sass me, young lady!”

While you could appreciate Dean’s well intentions, your patience always faltered when his safeguarding shifted to defensive bickering. You knew you had to stand your ground.

“Or what?” You stared him down. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?”

“I will lock you in your room.” Dean threatened without hesitation, not even acknowledging your insult.

“I’d like to see you try.” you dared.

Sam and Dean shared a quick look before standing in tandem and marching toward you. They each grabbed one of your arms and began dragging you backward. Unable to keep up with their long strides in your heels, you lost your footing.

“Oh, come on!” you squirmed in their grip. “Let me go! I’m serious!”

Sam and Dean stopped short when they reached the entrance of your room, both of them stifling laughter.

“Thank you.” you scoffed, as they released your arms. You smoothed your hands over your dress, grateful that it wasn’t wrinkled during their antics. You stepped forward, but Sam and Dean didn’t budge.

“Go change, Y/N.” Dean’s tight smirk had been replaced with a stoic glare. You knew at that moment he was a lost cause, so you tried the puppy. You could always count on Sam to be level headed and talk Dean down when he got like this.

“Sammy, help me out here.” You flashed him the sweetest smile you could.

“I’m not gonna fight him on this one, Y/N/N.” Sam’s face was surprisingly stern. 

“SAMMY!”

“Y/N, I’m not kidding around.” Dean’s voice slipped into a register not unlike his father’s. “Change, or you’re staying in.”

Dean knew he was being unreasonable, but the idea of men ogling you all night scared the living crap out of him, and if yelling was the only way to keep you from the unwanted attention of grimy bar crawlers, then so be it.

"Come with me!” you compromised. Normally you didn’t barter with the boys when they were being this difficult, but it was your 21st birthday. You didn’t want to change, you looked and felt great, and you certainly weren’t going to celebrate in the drab, concrete confines of the bunker. “You can punch any man who gets within fifteen feet of me!”

“No.” Dean said definitively. “You’re changing, or you’re staying in.”

Sam saw all of the hope and anticipation drain from you, and he quickly tried to remedy the situation.

“We can have a party here!”

“There you go!’” Dean became patronizingly excitable, hoping to reverse the tense atmosphere he created. “Sammy’ll fix you a drink, I’ll cook a nice dinner. Hell, I’ll even let you shoot my new gun!”

“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t really feel like celebrating anymore.” Your mouth creased in a solemn pout. 

“Y/N/N, it’s your birthday!” Sam encouraged.

“Doesn’t feel like it.” You hung your head and retreated into your room, softly closing the door behind you.

Two hours later, Sam entered the kitchen to find every inch of counter space in disarray.

“What’s going on in here?”

“I was too hard on her.” Dean mumbled, whisking aggressively. His focus remained on the bowl in front of him, but Sam could still make out his expression of regret. 

“I just don’t want anyone messing with her.” Dean shook his head, knowing the justification of his actions didn’t matter. He had hurt you, on your birthday no less, and he felt awful.

“So you’re mutilating all of our baking ingredients?”

Dean finally looked up to acknowledge his brother’s presence.

“I’m trying to make her a birthday cake,” he admitted with defeat.

“Softy.” Sam teased.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Dean surveyed the mess he’d made and sighed. 

“She’ll be okay, Dean.” Sam promised, also needing to hear the words for himself.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve never been that hard on her.”

Sam understood his brother’s remorse, having been an accomplice himself.

“Why don’t you go talk to her, and I’ll start cleaning up in here.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” Dean clapped Sam on the back as he left the kitchen, leaving a perfect, hand-shaped flour imprint on his flannel.

“I can’t believe you snuck out!” Claire exclaimed, taking a swig of her beer. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m very proud.” She flashed a mischievous smile. “It’s just so not you.”

“Dean went too far, this time.” you exasperated, bending forward to line up your shot. “He doesn’t get to treat me like a child anymore! I know they found me when I was young, but I’m a grown woman now!” you asserted, driving your cue into the ball for emphasis.

“At least you have someone looking out for you.” Claire demurred.

“I’m sorry, Claire.”

“No, no.” She set down her beer. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” She sunk a ball into the corner pocket and turned to face you.

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but Dean was only trying to protect you. He loves you. They both do.”

“When did you become the voice of reason?” you demanded, trying to skirt the truth.

“You know I’m right.”

“I know,” you groaned, “I just wish their love didn’t come at the cost of my freedom and mental stability!”

“Dean’s right too, you know.” Claire pointed the neck of her nearly empty beer bottle at you. “That dress does make you look like a floozy.”

“Claire!” you bellowed, playfully shoving her. “You’re the one who lent it to me.”

Claire laughed and grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the bar.

“Come on!” she cheered. “You’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Dean, would you sit down?” Sam gestured to the chair next to him. “You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor.”

Dean had been pacing the length of the library ever since finding your empty room.

“No, Sam. I can’t sit. Y/N is missing!”

“She’s not missing.” Sam reiterated for what felt like the hundredth time. “She snuck out.”

“What if someone took her? What if something took her? Why won’t she answer her phone?” Dean wondered frantically through gritted teeth.

“Might have something to do with you calling her a floozy and then locking her in her bedroom on her birthday.” Sam sassed. 

Dean shot Sam a look that let his younger brother know to keep his mouth shut. Sam said nothing and returned to his book.

After a moment of strained silence, Dean stood. 

“I can’t take it anymore.” he said, reaching for his coat. “I’m going to look for her.”

Just as Dean grabbed his keys, the distinct sound of a car door echoed through the bunker, followed closely by your laughter.

“Thank God.” Sam breathed.

Dean took Sam’s relief as a slight to his own grating worry, but the younger Winchester had also been quietly concerned for your safety, which became immediately clear when he dropped his book to the ground and hurried to the garage.

“Dammit, Y/N!” Claire whispered loudly. “The whole point of sneaking in is to, ya know, sneak back in.”

“Shhhh.” you mocked, crouching low to the ground. Walking in that stance proved difficult, and you toppled over, erupting into another fit of laughter. 

“It’s very hard to believe you’re a trained hunter, right now.” Claire deadpanned. 

You managed to hoist yourself back on your feet only to find Claire frozen in place. You followed her gaze to the other end of the garage and saw Sam and Dean leaning against the tool bench. Claire’s eyes were wide with fear, but you were too far gone to care what the boys thought of your drunken state. 

“SAMMY!” you squealed, running to him. “I love you!" 

You flung your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. You pulled back and were met with his bewildered expression. 

"Such a pretty pony!” you marveled, stroking his hair like a mane. 

“Is this your doing?” Sam asked Claire. 

She held up her hands in surrender.  

“DEANOSAUR!” you lightheartedly shoved Sam over, lunging at Dean. 

“Hey, kiddo.” Dean couldn’t help but reciprocate your hug, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Did you have fun?” 

You looked up at Dean, surprised by his lack of anger, and flashed him an apologetic smile. 

“I’m sorry I left without telling you.” 

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Y/N/N.” Dean assured. “I didn’t really leave you much of a choice. I’m sorry for being a stubborn ass.” 

“It’s okay,” you ruffled his hair, “I know it’s cause you love me.” 

“Now that is my doing.” Claire commented as she walked toward the group. 

“Did you drive here?” Dean questioned.   

“I only had one beer.” Claire defended, but Dean and Sam eyed her suspiciously. 

“I’m serious!” Claire pandered to the boys, closing her eyes and touching each index finger to her nose in turn. 

Sam and Dean nodded at each other in satisfaction, but you stood with a knit in your brow. 

“Claire,” you rasped, “That’s the dumbest dance I’ve ever seen." 

Sam could no longer hold back his laughter, and he let out a loud snicker. 

"Thanks, Claire.” Dean placed a hand on her shoulder. “You wanna come in? It’s getting late, you’re welcome to stay." 

"Nah, I’m okay to drive, and I’d rather sleep in my own bed." 

"Claire! Are you leaving me?!” You forced a clownish frown and crossed your arms. 

“You’ll see me soon!” she promised. “I had fun with you tonight!" 

"Thank you for taking me out after these losers,” you held up your hand to shield the finger you were pointing at the boys, “tried to IMPRISON ME.” 

Claire rolled her eyes and patted you on the head. 

“Not like they could have stopped me anyway. I got these!” You held up your fists and squatted into a fighting stance. 

“What are you gonna do with those Tyson?” Dean joked before noticing the knuckles on your right hand were red and raw. “Y/N, did you hit someone tonight?” 

“YES!” you beamed proudly. “I punched a guy at the bar!” 

“Why would you do that?” Sam interrogated, taking your hand to examine the damage. 

“He tried to grab my ass." 

"What?!” Dean went from amused to enraged in seconds. 

“Don’t worry.” You nonchalantly waved him off. “He couldn’t." 

"Why’s that?" 

"Well, after I punched him, I broke his hand." 

Dean and Sam looked to Claire for confirmation, and she emphatically nodded “Yes” before slipping into her car. Dean smiled proudly. 

"That’s my girl." 

"I broke it so good, Dean. I broke it so hard.” Sam and Dean had to bite the inside of their cheeks to refrain from laughing. 

“I’m amazing.” you whispered, turning to stare at your reflection in the Impala. 

As Claire drove away, Sam came to stand next to you, and your look of pride and admiration melted into one of uncertainty. You slowly turned to face Sam. 

“Sammy?" 

"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” 

"Sam?” This time your voice was small and scared. Sam and Dean inched closer to you, concern pushing aside their amusement. 

“I’m right here, Y/N/N.” Sam took your hand in his. 

“Sammy,” you swallowed, then declared with all the sincerity in the word, “There are two of you." 

This time, Dean was the one who was unable to contain his laughter. 

"Okay slugger,” Sam gently grabbed your wrist and lifted your arm around his neck, “Let’s get you to bed.” 

The second you were in his arms, you relaxed and let out a dramatic yawn. By the time Sam reached your bedroom, you were already asleep. 

Sam laid you down before taking off your shoes and tucking you in. 

“Man she is entertaining when she’s drunk.” Sam remarked, joining Dean in your doorway. 

“You’re telling me." 

Both brothers watched your sleeping form and smiled quietly. 

"I’m glad she had some fun.” Dean confessed. 

“Me too.” Sam agreed. 

“I’m putting a padlock on her bedroom door, though." 

"Yeah, she’s never leaving this bunker again.”

Masterlist

[roll-for-headmate]

can i get an cleric that warships the sun god and has a sun aesthetic that is dating there younger sibling a bard

⟣ COMMISSION ACCEPTED

Thank you, dear patron, for your commission! We've located two guild members who fit your criteria, but feel free to make any modifications necessary so they can assist you more effectively.

A cleric and bard set of siblings below the cut:

₊⁺໒ Name: Cianán, Buttercup, Dusk, Solana

₊⁺໒ Race: Half Elf Centaur

₊⁺໒ Class: Cleric

₊⁺໒ Subclass: Light Domain

₊⁺໒ Background: Witchlight Hand / Haunted One

₊⁺໒ Faith/Deity: Sun God / Corellon Larethian 

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₊⁺໒ Age (by Race): 16

₊⁺໒ Sex: Male

₊⁺໒ Gender: Lumisoul, Floradeeric, Sproutgender

₊⁺໒ Pronouns: He/Him; Sun/Suns; Lum/Lumos; Thon/Thons; Vey/Vem; Sol/Sols; Lux/Luxs; 🌿/ 🌿s

₊⁺໒ Orientation: Nebularomantic Demisexual

₊⁺໒ Personality: Friendly exterior, but skeptical and hard to trust 

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₊⁺໒ Roles: Personal Protector (for suns sibling), Religious ??? Holder

₊⁺໒ CisIDs: Centaur, Fire/Light Magic, Vitiligo, Brown / Gold Eyes, Brown Hair, ADHD, Autism

₊⁺໒ TransIDs: Ichoramian/TransIchorBlood, TransShapeShifter, PermaCalm, TrisCircusPreformer, TransDelusional, TransGodShard, TransCorellon, TransSunGod, TransDeity, TransPurpleHair

₊⁺໒ MUDs: Self-Deification Syndrome

₊⁺໒ Color Palette:

₊⁺໒ Themes: The Sun

₊⁺໒ Additional Details: dating thons bard sibling, on the run from the circus the two grew up in due to a debt that cannot be paid, no matter what ( i like to think the circus dude wanted the sibling as a wifey for payment taking care of the two and thon was having none of that, so argument and than on the run )

₊⁺໒ Faceclaim(s):

₊⁺໒ Name: Maeve, Penelope/Penny, Cicero, Madison/Maddie

₊⁺໒ Race: Half-Elf / Half-Human

₊⁺໒ Subrace: Wood-Elf

₊⁺໒ Class: Bard 

₊⁺໒ Subclass: College of Spirits

₊⁺໒ Background: Witchlight Hand

₊⁺໒ Faith/Deity: Sehanine Moonbow ?

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₊⁺໒ Age (by Race): 15

₊⁺໒ Sex: Female

₊⁺໒ Gender: Lesboy, girlfreak, boyfreak, girlboyfreak, freakthing, girlthing, boything, ghostthing

₊⁺໒ Pronouns: he/him; it/its; pink/pinks; red/reds; ⚙️/ ⚙️s; that thing; hymn/hymnal

₊⁺໒ Orientation: Lesbian

₊⁺໒ Personality: imagine if you will your average typical fuck boy, now put him in a lesbian o7

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₊⁺໒ Roles: Trauma Holder

₊⁺໒ CisIDs: Brown Hair, Green Eyes, Tan Skin, Alto Voice Range, Singer, ADHD, Scars

₊⁺໒ TransIDs: TransArtificer / TrisArtificer (Going to Multiclass), TransGroomed, TransTrauma, TransCultSurvivor, PermaMakeup, TransNeonPinkEyes, TransAgeless, NullAge, TransForgeSkill (Blacksmith Forge), TransWings, TransKenku, TransRedWings, TransAutumnBirthday, TransOctoberBirthday

₊⁺໒ MUDs: Arcane Affliction Syndrome

₊⁺໒ Color Palette:

₊⁺໒ Themes: Angels, Autumn

₊⁺໒ Additional Details: Cardinal-Therian, (i’d say i don't make the rules but i do), doesn’t know why they left the circus, just that it wasn’t on good terms and he misses its friends 

₊⁺໒ Faceclaim(s):

mod swarm here !! mod fool and i had lots of fun with this request thank you nonnie !!! i hope we did your request justice !! <33 (also i chose matching deities that are married for their patrons <333)

[veras1ne]

⭐️ and 📖 for luke please!

-ˋˏ“Moonlight.”ˎˊ

⭐️ : ̗̀➛ Public Sex + 📖 “I need you to stay quiet if you want to keep going.”

Find my prompt lists here! : ̗̀➛ Vera’s Prompt Lists

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Summary 🕊️: You always enjoyed nights with your boyfriend, spending time under the stars was ultimately relaxing for the both of you, but one bad idea could change everything about the calming night.

*ೃ༄🫧Pairing: Luke Skywalker x AFAB!Reader˚◞♡ ⃗

I hope this satisfied your request, Nonnie! Thank you for the request, dove! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS🪷: THIS IS YOUR WARNING FOR THE FOLLOWING CONTENT: NSFW/SMUTFIC, Public Sex, Fingering, NO PIV.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [I am NOT responsible for the media you request or consume! Read at your own risk!]࿐ྂ

Midnight picnics were relaxing for the both of you. Being able to sneak under the stars and kiss under the moonlight was ultimately your ideal date night with Luke. Even though the two of you were practically attached at the hip, it was still enchanting to have a night alone with your lover. And so, the two of you were curled up beneath the stars with blankets thrown over the both of you as you ate starfruit and sliced pears, basking in the noise of bugs and each other's soft rambling about their day. It was a comfortable evening, and it gave Luke enough time to relax from his day of work. Your left hand was intertwined with Luke’s right as you stared at him as he looked at the stars, admiring how they looked like glitter and gold in a vast ocean. Your fingers slowly rubbed circles around Luke’s hand, which made him glance at you out of the corner of his eye. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face—not that you wanted to. The sight of him always made you happy, regardless of the time of day or even what you were doing.

Tonight, though, would take a different turn. You wouldn’t be distracted by stars, only each other. The two of you were no strangers to making love, but you didn’t want that tonight; you wanted to fuck him. It seemed like you had been waiting for this moment forever as you finally brought yourself to speak up after a few minutes of silence. "You know what?" Luke glanced down at your face and smiled, "What’s that angel?" He tilted his head to look at you. The look in his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest—the same look he gave you whenever he looked at you, and he was staring now. You turned your gaze away from Luke and back toward the sky. You felt your cheeks heat up. "Luke, I want you." Your voice barely above a whisper, your throat suddenly dry, "I really want you...right here." Silence.

Then Luke leaned forward and gently kissed you. The feel of his lips against yours caused fireworks to erupt inside your stomach as you sighed contently into the kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he let out a satisfied sigh before pressing more kisses along your jawline and earlobe. As he nipped at you softly, the butterflies in your stomach intensified tenfold.You were sure he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Although he was the sweetest boy you had ever met, he surely had unique and downright dirty things he was into. When the two of you first started dating, you thought it would be fun to try all sorts of new stuff with him.

But the way he touched you and whispered your name was something entirely different. He was gentle with you and patient. He would never push too hard and leave you uncomfortable because of how unsure not only you were but himself too. When he pulled away from your jaw, he pressed butterfly kisses to the skin, leaving behind little love bites and hickeys trailing your neck until he finally settled down onto the blanket next to you, shifting from side to side as he tried to find comfort.

His sweet voice interrupted the silence as he spoke, "Are you sure you want this right now? What if we got caught?" You giggled and ran a hand through his hair, brushing some stray strands off his forehead. "Relax. We don’t have anyone around to see us. Besides, there’s nobody else in this galaxy I would rather be caught fucking with than you, Luke." The tone of your voice mixed with the raw humor of the situation made him smile as he slid his cold hands under your shirt. One of them wandered along your ribs while his other hand brushed lightly against the sensitive skin between your breasts, causing your nipples to harden.

He chuckled against your skin before kissing his way down your torso, pausing to breathe in your scent every time you tensed in anticipation before continuing down to your sex.By the end of his journey, he had reached your hips, where he gently squeezed your thighs together before placing his thumb against your clit. You squirmed underneath him and whined, earning an almost feral grin from Luke as he continued on to the spot you wanted him to give you pleasure. A few moments later, he had pushed a finger into your pussy, stretching you open in anticipation. You whimpered and moaned, biting down on your bottom lip while running one of your hands up his back, dragging your nails as he began to thrust inside of you. His finger moved faster and faster in your pussycat, drawing out loud and short moans from your mouth.

The rustling of leaves caught your attention as your eyes seized a glimpse of distant light. Luke looked at you with dangerous eyes as he put two fingers in your mouth, muffling the sounds caused by his hands. He grinned at you before speaking, this time in a quiet tone: "I’m going to need you to stay quiet if you want to keep going." Your muffles of disagreement were lost in between moans of pleasure as he fingered your cunt, eliciting waves of pleasure and sending electricity through your body.

His pace quickened, creating another wave of intense pleasure that began to overwhelm your body as you reached your release, cumming on his palm as he fucked you through your orgasm. He withdrew his fingers and licked the sticky fluids off of them, additionally removing his hand from your warm mouth. "That’s my baby," he said tenderly as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips. "Always such a dove for me. So proud of you." You smiled and rolled over, wrapping your arms around Luke’s muscular upper frame. Your fingers idly traced patterns on his bare skin as you watched him look up at the sky and think, deep in thought.

After a few minutes passed, he broke the silence with, "Did you know that there are no green stars?" He smiled and looked at you with a cheesy expression.

"You just fucked me, and somehow you still found a way to bring up stars."

[roosterforme]

When you say fuckboy... *Inner monologue: nope. nuh-uh. we're not about to go find one.* I mean...if they were like Beer Boy Bradley...

Anywho... No Hangman. Okay, I'll take him off of your hands then. 😂

Nonny, there is nothing better than a reformed fuckboy. I've said it before, but I am married to a Beer Boy. He's such a fuckboy with a heart of gold. Please, take Jake and give him a nice home. I'll send his vaccination records.

[teecupangel]

So since I saw the corgi Desmond Idea for yew branches, all I can think about is if someone else get reincarnated alongside desmond as another dog. Like say Altair somehow gets reincarnated as a dog, thinking Saluki or Dobermann, too. Also because I find it amusing to think about him yoinking Corgi Desmond because he glows gold. And Desmond who was just chilling in his bag wondering why this dog just snatched him. Along with Jacob having to chase after this surprisingly sneaky dog, who somehow keeps out maneuvering him as he tries to get the Desmond back. Just kept thinking about this when I saw the idea :)

Okay, so nonny, there’s this movie I love as a kid. Used to rewatch it a lot. It’s called Cats & Dogs and it’s such a dumb movie but kid!me loved it so when I read this, I just remember that movie and you know what.

Screw eagle symbolism.

Corgi!Desmond gets yoinked by this bigass dog just as Jacob finally got him from those thugs who stole him from his sweet mom and Desmond is just…

He is sooooo done with this day.

He just wants to go home, take a long bath with the right temperature of water and with two maids massaging him as they clean him then sleep on his comfy doggie bed (which is the fluffiest pillow in the whole Disraeli household. He dragged it out of the Disraeli couple’s bed himself, damn it.)

But he can’t do that because this big ass Canaan dog stole him from what may or may not be an actual Assassin (FINALLY! Where the hell have they all been???) and this was also the perfect way to see how good the Assassin was.

…

…

…

He sucked.

And Desmond wasn’t even sure if the Assassin was just that bad or if this dog that has now dognapped him was just too good?

He was sure that this fucking dog just did a leap of faith and that was a sentence Desmond didn’t think he would ever think about.

This fucking life…

Finally, the big dog managed to shake the Assassin off by diving inside a hole that was just small enough for him but definitely too small for the Assassin. From there, Desmond realized that they were in some kind of underground…

Were those bones?

Oh fuck.

They were in the catacombs.

Desmond finally turned to face the dog and tried to say “Hey, man. I have a home. Just let me go and I won’t bite you.” even though he knew none of the animals he tried to talk to could understand him.

But this dog just went and said through gritted teeth as he kept his jaws clamped on the handles of Desmond's bag, “I’d like to see you try, little one.”

And Desmond’s just… BSOD.

What the fuck.

The dog talked.

He understood Desmond.

And Desmond understood him.

What the ever living fuck.

Too surprised by the sudden appearance of another talking dog, Desmond just let the big dog take him to one of the the deeper catacombs and…

Holy shit.

Was that…

He was pretty sure those clothes in the middle of the room was some kind of Isu clothes similar to what Minerva and Juno wore.

Oh great.

The dog who kidnapped him must be some kind of Isu bullshit that Desmond didn’t want to deal with.

And he was just finally getting used to being a lazy dog.

That’s when he hears another voice…

A more familiar voice.

“You brought another one, Altaïr?”

And a Maremma Sheepdog walks towards them as the Canaan Dog dropped his bag to the floor. He looked at Desmond and sniffed him, making Desmond freeze, before gasping.

“Altaïr, this dog smells like he takes a bath everyday. Did you steal him?”

“I stole him from one of those novices.”

And now that Desmond heard the dog’s name, he realized that, yeah, the dog also sound so fucking familiar. He didn’t realize it before because his voice and words had been a bit hard to understand since he had been holding the handles of Desmond’s bag with his teeth.

“The woman or the man?”

“The man.”

“Ah, poor boy.”

“That doesn’t mean you should steal someone’s dog.” Another familiar voice said and Desmond’s eyes widened even further as he saw a…

Holy shit.

Wolf?

No.

A wolfdog.

And that was the day Desmond realized that he wasn’t the only Assassin to have been reincarnated as a dog.

.

.

The Canine Brotherhood’s main mission?

To find and stop the perpetrators of the disappearing cats and dogs in London!

Evidence suggests that the Templars are involved and they have a lead.

They go to a warehouse that was supposed to be abandoned. Instead, it is filled with dogs and cats that are weirdly docile.

And learn the true perpetrators!

The Feline Templar Rite!

Ronron de Sabmiaou!

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Cesare Bormiao!

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Charmeow Lee!

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And they have the BALL OF EDEN! NO ANIMAL CAN WITHSTAND ITS MIND CONTROL WHEN IT ROLLS!

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AND IT IS UP TO THE CANINE BROTHERHOOD TO STOP THEM!

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahauhau

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Ezio Baubauditore da Firenze

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Connor Kenwoffwoff

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Desmond Disraeli (He comes from a rich family and no, he will not accept Desmond Milyipyip)

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And, yes, Desmond is the only small dog in their Brotherhood and he hates it. They can easily pick him up using his nice bag. It's embarrassing but it means he doesn't have to walk which is a plus. (All dogs except Desmond are supposed to be native in the Assassin's birthplace)

On the other hand, yes. I did base the Templar cats on a bald cat, a cat who looks like he'll throw a temper tantrum, and a cat with a mustache without a care if they're native to each Templar's birthplace.

(In my defense… I should be sleeping already. I cannot be held responsible for whatever crazy idea my sleep-deprived brain comes up with)

[its-actually-minicika]

can we know anything about Cain? Like face claim, parents etc.? I just love that man

Absolutely, Nonny!!

Cain is a character that is very dear to my heart. I'll take any opportunity to talk about him ♡

As stated in his name, it's pretty common knowledge that he is a "Waters" bastard - born in King's Landing under two parents who never "tied the knot".

His mother is a common woman, who used to sell fish in King's Harbour. She had him at 17 (yikes) and forever refused to mention who fathered her head-strong son.

Her own father was a well respected merchant, who cast away his daughter when gossip that she was with child spread like wildfire. In a moment of pure desperation, Wynne begged her paramour to aid her in raising his child - but he refused, making the crude remark that a whore should have no need for his clean gold; she could easily make her own by offering her body, as she'd done with him before.

For months she starved, until hunger drove her to do exactly what her spurned lover instructed. She started working in a dead-end brothel on the Street of Silk, where she successfully gave birth to Cain, and a monstrous still-born daughter.

She would forever deem the loss of her other child as the Gods' punishment upon her - for living debaucherously, for selling her flesh even well into her pregnancy.

Her screams of anguish were said to scare away all the lordlings that walked inside the pleasure house on that acursed night. Thankfully, it was exactly her cries that drove one of Ser Allyn's knights to breathlessly check inside their nestle. He took pity on the poor woman, and on her golden-haired child.

He struck a deal with the old owner, to take both Wynne and her frail son under his protection.

He made the road back to Stonehelm Keep on foot, opting to give the young mother and her child his white mare to ride atop. Unfortunately, the travel conditions were more than pitiful - and Wynne died of exhaustion and an infected bladder, not three days into their unfortunate trip.

Her fever broke her in the dead of night, and the last words she uttered the knight were 'Lannisport, Jason... my child, my child...'

Cain was quickly given to a milk-maid near Stoney-Sept, and passed around there 'till his 8th nameday.

Once he reached the Swann stronghold, the knight told Ser Allyn of his kind deed - which the hardened Lord immediately called stupid, and "a foolish lapse of judgement, made by an even bigger fool". Yet he deemed it his duty to take care of the boy, since it was one of his men that indirectly felled his mother.

He ensured that there was always someone looking out for him, and that he had enough food to not die of hunger.

Once Cain turned 8, however, news about an ambitious and heroic young lad reached Ser Allyn's ears. He visited the Stoney-Sept, and immediately became impressed with the little boy, who wasted no time to rescue a ginger cat from the jaws of an angered blood-hound.

He took Cain under his protection, and thus ensued the first steps that prepared him for his knighthood.

The bastard was a hard worker, who never complained about having to squire for an upstuck Lord, or having to do all the humiliating jobs that his teacher forced upon him. When he was four and ten, already a sturdy and accomplished young man, he met Lady Tully (a 10 year old girl who readily saw his potential).

She insisted and begged her father to make Cain her sworn protector. Elmo laughed at his daughter's naivité and good heart, telling her that Cain couldn't be her knight, since he wasn't a knight at all.

His Lady's only words were "Well then, that should be easily fixed. He will become one today."

He didn't - but when the seige at Arbor took place, and Cain proved his nerve and loyalty by being the only man who didn't abandon his post, Lord Hunter Redwyne immediately knighted the lass.

He bacame Lady Tully's knight not long after. And the two became attached at the hip - where his Lady would go, Cain was sure to fastly follow.

When she was sent to live in King's Landing on her tenth and third nameday, under the short lived tutelage of Lord Lyman Beesburry, Cain followed her suit.

And when he bumped into Tyland Lannister on one hot summer day, he watched how the man turned as white as a sheet, upon glancing at his patent features.

Eyes of an eery steel-like gray. Hair as yellow as the cusps of dusk.

Cain never felt welcomed in the Red Keep. Thankfully enough, neither did his kind-hearted Lady.

The two returned for the Riverlands in 126 AC - though not before the Bliss of Riverrun met the Prince Jacaerys Velaryon at a lavish nameday ball -, and remained there until close to the outbreak of the Dance.

Anyway, that's a little snippet of his life story - not at all everything that I have in my drafts about him. If you guys would like to know more about THW Universe from before the war (or any info about the OCs that can be found within it), let me know!

Also! Regarding Cain's faceclaim - I always imagined him as a more rugged version of Rob Knighton (@knightonface on Instagram)!

Here are some of his pics that mostly scream "Cain Waters" to me:

[fortpeat]

not really a question but something I've had to get off of my chest regarding prapaisky for so long. I've seen people discuss how they felt that sky changed once he and Prapai became official. People mentioning how they missed the Sky that gave Pai a hard time; the sassy, no nonsense sky. And for a while I felt so invalidated because why could they not SEE that all that sass and that standoffish-ness, while definitely a part of Sky's personality, it was mostly a defence mechanism.

Sky was at a point in his recovery (he had had a lot of personal growth PRIOR to prapai's arrival in his life and we should definitely acknowledge that) where he had decided that to protect himself he would not be in a relationship. As much as it pains me, Gun was probably Sky's first love. Having your first love abuse you and your love, especially in the manner that Gun did, it ruins you. You can see how much Sky loves Gun, how soft and loving he is with Gun (that fucking bastard). You don't easily recover from that kind of hurt so Sky chose solitude to protect himself.

And then comes in P'Pai. Prapai is the opposite of Gun in all the ways that matter. Prapai worships Sky. Prapai loves Sky so much...i really could just keep going but in the interest of time I won't. Even with all that love being showered on Sky, you can still see the internal struggle of not being able to accept that love as true and without pain. Ep12 hurt me but it proved to Sky just how unwavering and true Prapai's love is.

After that, we really see sky open up: how cute they are when they are at the garage, asking for cuddles, telling prapai he misses him, telling prapai he wants nothing from him because he just wants prapai (my EMOTIONS)

He becomes soft again, loving, pouty(😭😭). The sass does NOT GO AWAY , IT'S STILL THERE but because it's no longer the defence mechanism it used to be, we don't see it as obviously as we did before. We finally get to see Sky at his happiest and what a sight it is ❤️

P. S.

I could honestly write essays about Sky and Prapai, they are so dear to me.

Im sorry but also not sorry that this is so long. If you happen to read it great but if you don't also great 💀

Bye and thank you for the prapaisky and fortpeat content. Its always nice to know you're not suffering brainrot alone 😭

Hey Nonnie ❤️

First things first you are always welcome to write essays about Prapaisky in my asks I am open to hear all of your thoughts about our precious boys.

Second YASSS I agree with every single thing you have stated here and I myself have preached multiple times that the Cold Mean boy you saw Sky as in the beginning in mainly a defense mechanism it's so clear deep down all the defences Sky is such a softie with a heart of gold. It's shown when he talks to rain outside the University at night and it's shown when Sky asks about Rain's growing feelings towards Payu. And then when it's time for Prapaisky episodes we see those defenses fall slowly fall away in Prapai's presence.

In Prapai's presence Sky felt safe and secure enough to let go of those walls and we truly see Sky as he is. Sky has always been sassy and a little bit meanie but now he's also loving and downright soft and warm and adorable 💕

[ceoofhelaegon]

No because the dragon thing is getting on my tits. Why in the fuck would I want to see more Syrax and bloody Vermax (of all the dragons!) than Sunfyre and Dreamfyre??? And Tessarion ‘The Blue Queen’ and I love Caraxes don’t get me wrong he’s a cool dragon he’s amazing and I do like reading his battles (especially when he was Aemons!) and as much as I loathe Daemon Targaryen I can’t deny their bond is great but did we need to see him THAT much of him?

We didn’t even get an actual good shot of two of the most gorgeous dragons there is. Sunfyre being the most beautiful there ever was, I mean wasn’t the dragon trainers literally hyping him whenever they could……? That’s another thing! Why am I hearing Syrax is golden? She’s literally mustard yellow with a hint of orange. She isn’t gold so can team black fans not be disrespecting my boy like that? Not only that but she isn’t even fun, shes not captivating either, she’s a dull dragon.

Plus more Vhagar than most isn’t making sense, she’s old and tired she just wants to sleep and die… her in her prime is a different story.

If they don’t show all of Sunfyres battles well I’ll wither away because he was out here eating everyone up. Did he come out injured in most battles? Yes. Did he survive while all of his enemies died? Yes. Did he do it basically crippled? Again yes. I love him so much.

If I don’t get more Sunfyre, Dreamfyre and Tessarion I’m rioting, it’s not even funny anymore, I could go on and on about how much I hate the show but I might make the show writers cry…

No, because you’re so right Nonnie.

TB is actively saying that Syrax is golden 💀

Once again I am saying, your faves don’t need to have the best dragons ever. You can admit that their dragons are…lacking in the looks department. Your faves aren’t less than because of it.

As one of my Nonnies said before, I’m sick of being waterboarded by these specific dragons. You can tell who are the writers’ favourite characters by which dragons you see the most.

And I have a feeling that they’re making our mama Dreamfyre fucking gray AND Sunfyre fucking bronze. I hate this cursed dragon show, Nonnie.

[just-a-silly-boy]

question, you know the boys are minors, right? do you not think it's concerning for 6-12 yr olds exploring their sexualities at such a young age?

Hello nonny. Thank you for your very important questions. I'll try to answer as the best way I could think of.

My answer is yes, I know the boys are minors, and no, I dont think it is concerning neither that children at 6-12 years old is too young to explore their sexuality.

Before you want to cancel me, please, take a deep breath, calm your heart, go drink water (stay hydrated!) and then continue reading.

Under cut because it is gonna be a long post and also there are subjective mentions of sexual themes. I really hope you read it with an open mind and if there are still any anxiety about the theme you (or anybody else) can message me and we can try to talk and get to an understanding.

When we talk about child sexuality, I believe that some points must be made very clear:

Sexuality is different from sexualization.

Children are not asexual.

And false-morality is just as harmful to a child as hypersexualization.

If you're worried about children between the ages of 6 - 12 being too young to explore their sexuality, let me tell you that, according to the part of psychology that studies child development, this is exactly the phase when the child is putting aside the interest in their own body and begins to to be interested in the world (and the world includes other people). This stage is when the child is more likely to explore the world and make friends and develop their personality and "role in society", but also about pleasure. And that's why I don't think it's wrong, or worrying/concerning, when someone has headcanons about Golding boys' sexuality and how being on a desert island (and previously on a world war) can influence that. Plus, depending on how you interpret that hunting scene, when the boys laugh when they realize where Roger hit his spear, you can see the sexual connotation of the "joke". The boys are not innocent and asexual at all.

Again, sexuality and sexualization are different things. Adults have a diferent understand of sex and its interests differs from the interests that a child/teen have in discovering it (I'm not going deeper in this theme, I'll leave a link at the end). So, said that I see no reason to judge someone who writes fanfics developing the theme of sexuality and sexual interest (which starts by the age of 9-11) of the characters as part of the plot. I think there is a lot of prejudice at this point that ends up causing much more discomfort than it really should and ends up being more harmful than healthy for everyone (both those who attack and those who are attacked). I also understand that it is a topic that have be explored with extra caution to make it realistic and not erotized by the adult lens. But you can write about sexuality without necessarily writing an erotic story or eroticizing/sexualizing minors.

A quick example to think about: if you play violent video games and watch murder documentaries it doesnt make you a murderer. Writing fictional characters sexuality is a way to understand yourself and your own sexuality. Nobody needs a heavy morality censor to create more harmful anxieties and prejudices about this theme.

If you got to here I just hope you don't hate me but if you do, well, I cant do anything about it. Anyways I took a quick look at Wikipedia about the theme and it seems that it is quite complete there, so for those who are more interested in the development of child sexuality, I suggest reading this article.

[gennianydots]

Hi, what's your 30 favorite Asian BL characters from dramas or series you've watched? (unless you don't have that many)

Thanks.

30?!

Nonnie? Are you okay? Reblog if you’re okay. 30 is a lot! Alright. I’m going to try my best. Just for YOU. And because I love you so much, I have also given you my reasons WHY.

I also created parameters for myself, so this is the MEN. If you want to find out my top 30 WOMEN from Asian BL's/QL's, just ask!

1. Pran from Bad Buddy

He’s my son, my baby, the absolute love of my life. I would marry this man in a heartbeat, if he were not already betrothed to Pat.

2. Pat from Bad Buddy

He’s such a green flags guy, my clueless baby with horny-for-Pran-only/would-kill/die-for-him vibes. Don’t forget the man got shot!

3. Tinn from My School President

Need I say more? No. Tinn is goofy and cheesy and literally the best. He loves Gun so much he is willing to risk his school presidency just to get the chance to date Gun. I love him!

4. Gun from My School President

Is he smart? No. Is he clueless? Yes. Does he have a heart of gold and strong ambition? YES. He’s my full heart, empty-mind, music-loving, can’t-lose dork and he’s a close contender for #3 behind Tinn, an even bigger dork.

5. Tiw from My School President/Our Skyy 2

Oh boy. Mark Pakin is him, he is Mark Pakin- I loved him so much. I love his willingness to stay by his friend through high school crushes and that we got to see him dating Por in Our Skyy 2. Big feels. 😍

6. Heart and LiMing from Moonlight Chicken

You cannot make me choose. These two stole the whole show and gave zero fucks about it.

7. Kurosawa Yuichi from Cherry Magic JP

This man stole my heart in the first several minutes of the show. Love his attentive nature and softness.

8. Jang Jae Young from Semantic Error

This chaos gremlin motherfucker is my favorite. He pined HARD for his underclassmen and I adore him for it.

9. Wei Wuxian from Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

I haven’t seen the Untamed but have watched the animated series and read the story for Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. I don’t think I’d be here if I hadn’t first fallen in love with this Bisexual Disaster. A true KING.

10. King from Bed Friend

Speaking of KINGS, King is the ultimate Green-Flags Doe-Eyes Fabio of my dreams.

11. Tinn’s Dad from My School President

The most Dad to ever Dad - ever.

12. Pi from Fish Upon the Sky

An autistic son of mine. Phuwin made me laugh when I needed it the most. This show was a disaster but I loved this character!

13. Yok from Not Me

First crushed it in this role and he made Yok incredibly sexy the amazing, diverse character we see on screen.

14. Porsche from KinnPorsche

I joined the BL fandom with the KP group! I love when Porsche throws himself off the boat to get away from Kinn, peeing in the Koi pond, the sacrifices he made to protect Chay and every moment before and after.

15. Kinn from KinnPorsche

Daddy. I don’t think I need to say anything else. 😈

16. Gao Shi De and Zhou Shu Yi from We Best Love

Holy hell, these men can act! They both really won me over in season 2, but I rooted for these boyfriends throughout the whole thing.

17. Akk and Ayan from The Eclipse

I can’t separate these two, either. I really loved First/Khaotung in these roles too. I can't picture anyone else who would have done them justice.

18. Team from Between Us

I just realized recently how much I enjoyed Between Us, and Team is so cute in this - I can't explain, I just like him a lot.

19. Win from Between Us

Team's boyfriend was also a highlight of Between Us for me.

20. Tsuge Masato from Cherry Magic JP

He made me laugh a lot. I loved him as the neurotic friend.

21. Gun from A Boss and a Babe

I love Force, Actually? He did a good job with playing an older role, even though he is younger than Book IRL.

22. Longtae from Tale of Thousand Stars

It was so CUTE seeing baby Khaotung in this role, and I cheered every time he was on screen. (I enjoyed Longtae more than Tian or Phupha - though I do think Mix did an excellent job as Tian the teacher).

23. Jedi from The Warp Effect

Does this count? It’s a very gay show. I say it counts. Again, a Mark Pakin role that he crushed.

24. Bosston from Until We Meet Again/Between Us

We are sticking with Green Flags only guys here. It was a tiny role but I loved it.

25. Klabkluen from Star and Sky: Star in My Mind

Have you seen Joong PINE over Dunk? He's the best PINER I've ever seen. This was mostly a fluff watch but I enjoyed Joong's performance.

26. Dew from 609 Bedtime Story

Well, this show was all over the place. I thoroughly enjoy time shenanigans in my shows so I stuck with it to the end, even if it ultimately made no sense. I have always thought Fluke Natouch was very talented though, and I found his performance here better than in Until We Meet Again, or Between Us. (He just "P'Dean"-ed all over the place and was too much of a blushing maiden for me).

27. Khondiao from Cutie Pie

I liked him better than the mains. 🤷���♀️

28. Kim from KinnPorsche

My sad little meow-meow who ghosts a child. Also it's Jeff.

29. Ki Tae from Our Dating Sim

This show was so cute. I am a big fan of characters who pine for a long time before their crush finds out.

30. Payu from Love in the Air

Lots of controversy here as many folks didn't enjoy this show. I say credit where credit is due, Payu is the bisexual hottie I was looking for. The chemistry between Payu and Rain was also off the charts.

Thanks for reading!! Again, if you want my top 30 females you will have to ask me! Thank you to all the gif-makers who made the gifs I stole for this post. You are the true heroes of my heart. Muah Muah!

[baejax-the-great]

I have genuinely spent countless hours with nothing but All That Glitters on the brain since like mid December. As it comes to a close I just wanted to thank you for your writing. I’ve gotten so much happiness from it. (And also sadness but in a good, escapism-y way). I don’t think i’ve ever been so attached to a fic before. So sad to see this story end but grateful to have been blessed with ever encountering it in the first place. ❤️❤️

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Thank you for this lovely message, Nonnie. I'm going to use it as an excuse to ramble way too long instead of writing the epilogue.

When I wrote even if it's a lie, I played around with a lot of tragic backstories for Achilles, though mostly non-seriously. I didn't really plan on including it--his relationship with Pat was basically comic relief. I wasn't even going to have it in eiial other than allusions to his fame and his clear fall from whatever fame that was, but a couple people asked, so I decided to have him give the abridged version to Zag.

Someone said they would read it if I ever elaborated on that story, and I remember thinking, lol I'm never writing that. Partly because at the time I assumed that painting Achilles in such a negative light just wouldn't go over well. But I also didn't really have an angle for how I wanted to tell that story, so it didn't interest me.

I don't totally remember how/when I came up with the plot for Gold, but I know @johaerys-writes was the one who really encouraged me to write it and I think @juliafied helped me with it a lot. I believe I posted the first chapter the day before I went out of town on what would be the first of many trips this autumn/winter. It's one of very few fics I wrote on google docs, mostly on my ipad because I don't own a laptop.

I think I was only a chapter or two into Gold when I started writing what is still titled in my docs as "Post-Gold." This fic ended up being such an interesting challenge because I had written what happens before and what happens after, and now I had over 20 years to cover to explain it all.

Here's what I knew at the start.

1. Patroclus got thrown out of his house the minute he got home from Seoul.

2. Achilles sets his own life on fire and Patroclus takes the blame for it, resulting in Achilles moving to Tartarus in shame and not returning until 2022 with Zagreus.

3. Because I'd already written it in eiial, the first time Patroclus sees Achilles in years, the first thing he does is make out with him. (I regretted this one a lot, but hopefully I made it work 🤣)

4. A 39yo got a silver medal in the javelin at the 2020 Olympics. As a result, one of the first lines I wrote was "Take me to Paris, Achilles." That entire scene changed, but I kept the line.

So then it was a game of filling in what actually happened (so much math to figure out the years and their ages lmao), and figuring out how to show the journey of two men growing up, growing apart, and then putting their lives back together. All the years were written out of order, which is why the different sections start the way they do-- originally it was just a system to help me keep track of what year it was and make sure I covered each one.

And with all of that, I thought this fic was going to be shorter than Gold. I figured each year would just be a snapshot--maybe 500-800 words to get a sense of it. Short and sweet.

I'm an idiot, of course. Just the reconciliation that took all of three sentences in eiial required over 15k words for this fic, and it could have been longer.

It was so fun to imagine all these eras of their life. I went from writing about guys who were much younger than me to men who were older than me. The way the world has changed between the year 2000 and the year 2022 is kind of astounding. Someone asked me why the boys couldn't just text each other in Gold and it's because it hadn't really been invented yet. We barely had wifi. They would have had an answering machine at their first apartment they shared with a goofy message recorded together.

To make a long, unnecessary essay short, this fic went from something I had no enthusiasm for and was certain I wouldn't write, to something I'm really proud of. I'm going to miss it.

I was talking recently with someone about this fic from Achilles' perspective-- over the 22 years, which moments would he pick as important in their lives for better or worse, and how many of them would match up with Pat's. I have no intention of writing that story, but it certainly would be a way to sit in this universe a little longer.

[finitefall]

The showrunners said that the show will have it's "own version" of blood & cheese. What do you think they will change about it? Do you think they will somehow make it misunderstanding like the way they did with every big and important event, they made alicent taking the crown because she misunderstood Viserys's words... Aemond's killing luke was about vhaegar misunderstood Aemond's intentions when he was chasing luke in the sky screaming about taking his life or his eye. also he chased him inside storm's end . So do you think they will whitewash rhaenyra again and make her more passive than she already is , despite she has every right to feel angry and vengeful. Perhaps they will put all the blame on daemon ...

Rhaenyra isn't behind Blood & Cheese in the book:

On Dragonstone, Queen Rhaenyra collapsed when told of Luke's death. Luke's younger brother Joffrey (Jace was still away on his mission north) swore a terrible oath of vengeance against Prince Aemond and Lord Borros. Only the intervention of the Sea Snake and Princess Rhaenys kept the boy from mounting his own dragon at once. (Mushroom would have us believe he played a part as well.) As the black council sat to consider how to strike back, a raven arrived from Harrenhal. "An eye for an eye, a son for a son," Prince Daemon wrote. "Lucerys shall be avenged." Let it not be forgotten: in his youth, Daemon Targaryen had been the "Prince of the City", his face and laugh familiar to every cutpurse, whore, and gambler in Flea Bottom. The prince still had friends in the low places of King's Landing, and followers amongst the gold cloaks. Unbeknowst to King Aegon, the Hand, or the Queen Dowager, he had allies at court as well, even on the green council… and one other go-between, a special friend he trusted utterly, who knew the wine sinks and rat pits that festered in the shadow of the Red Keep as well as Daemon himself once had, and moved easily through the shadows of the city. To this pale stranger he reached out now, by secret ways, to set a terrible vengeance into motion.

After, you have Mysaria finding Blood & Cheese do do it, and then it happens. There's no mention of Rhaenyra taking part in it, but considering how much they whitewashed her in the first season, I wouldn't be against it being not just Daemon's idea but also hers. Unfortunately, not only I have no hope it will happen, but their own version of Blood & Cheese will probably have Rhaenyra being against it and Daemon doing it anyway (perhaps they'll even have him doing it himself, without either Blood or Cheese), and then have Rhaenyra thinking about how much poor Alicent must be hurting while looking at her freakin page and telling Daemon he's a monster. I hope I'm wrong nonnie, really, but I have no faith in those writers.