#i have a lot of ideas and no finesse

[fall0utmind]

About #marcs medical records getting leaked

Will have a happy ending? or more than one parte?

Hi, hello,

Thank you soooo much for asking!!

Short answer, yes! Happt endings ftw Currently undecided on the length

Long answer:

I love an angst with a happy ending. I will put our beloved people through hell and back. But the important thing is they come back. This fic, in particular, will be very painful for Marc and Vale, but especially marc, poor guy. I'm a sucker for Marc whump ngl. This fic will talk a lot about mental health (in a positive, recovered way) and physical health, as well as self neglect and sad thoughts!!! I'm trying to do it in a very untriggering way though and like I said, it will have a positive ending.

Butttttttttt, they come out at the end happy and in love, I hope that satisfies you. Unless you like sad endings (I could do an alternative..)

In terms of parts... originally I was like ok, one chapter one shot approx 5,000 words. Yeah, that's gone OUT the window.

At the moment it's either gonna be multi chapter or multi part??

I'll probably do chapters for the main bit I spoke about (the leak and the rosquez reconcilliation) but maybe some parts to delve deeper into certain people's thoughrs/ flashbacks/ the future events?

Do let me know if you have any thoughts/ opinions!!!

[gabugabs]

"ball's round, anything goes."

my mc from @collegetennisoriginstory !

[its-all-papaya]

new landoscar fic changed my life on god i had to come and tell you about it hope im not being presumptuous but can we hope for a part two i would scoff that in a second

the aftertaste, bittersweet

YAY THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME ABOUT IT !!! i love when people come talk to me about my fics <33333 and so so glad you liked it!

i have no actual plans for a part two, but none of my works are ever like fully finished in that most of them have extemporaneous connected plotlines already existing in my brain. and also bc i get so very attached to every version of lando and/or oscar that i write, and i never want to leave them behind.

that's the official answer, the unofficial answer is i love a/b/o and i love love sub lando and i probably definitely could write more of this relationship down the line. so if people like it enough (i live for praise, after all), it's probable i'll come back to these guys. i've got some ideas for them.

tyyyyyyy for visiting my inbox, come again!!!

[navree]

#that excuses the season not having a climax#like a proper battle#it does not excuse what the characterisation decisions they made throughout#hotd s2#the writers are still to blame for this too

i'm sorry hbo allowed this writing team to plan out a ten episode season until a MONTH before shooting when they cut it down to eight????? and then kept production going when the writer's strike started like two weeks after and kept up for the entirety of the filming schedule??????? i said that filming during the writer's strike was the death knell of this season but oh my god i did not expect to be this fucking right

[kroosluvr]

The audience was awaiting the famed Detective Prince and the one-and-only Kasumi Yoshizawa who ended up no-showing... but two new skaters suddenly step onto the rink and make it a show to remember!

a fabricated stage... made for the detective prince and kasumi yoshizawa, filled with slogans and empty seats and mirrors that remind them that this isn't their stage... HOWEVER!!! THE SPOTLIGHTS ARE STILL ON AND THE RINK IS STILL ICECOLD SO ITS SHOWTIME BABYYYYY they throw all that expectation out the window and do their thing regardless AND WHAT A SHOW IT IS!!!!

i thinkthe fact that all the seats are empty is funny as fuck. no one came to see them...... but they got some fans throwing roses at the end!!! (in my head it's joker especially if this showtime is developed during long winter au so their Only other teammate Is joker.) (i havent rlly thoughgt abt When this happens tho teeheebonk... up to ur interpretation...)

i noticed in the other showtimes theres some that have like.. logos?? slogans?? namely the ryuji/yusuke makoto/haru haru/morgana and akira/goro ones so i DEFINITELY wanted to include that in here (i feel like most of the showtimes have stuff incorporatingtheir pthief names except for a few??? they hsld have included it in all ofthem its so cute)

figure skating... physically intensive and demanding sport that requires a lot of precise maneuvers and finesse which suits the two of them quite nicely!!

i wanted to include the "sayonara suckers" line. atlus why did u cut that out its so cute.

i think for these two you could def do a more serious showtime or a sillier/cuter one like this but since crow already got a pretty serious one w joker (and violet also w the flashback of kasumi and all) i went for Sillycute.... tho this could also be a little depressing if u think abt the premise KJFHKASDHAKSJ

goro is carrying her on his shoulder or something on the last page! i imagine after the slashes on pg2 he scoops her up nd spins her around and then the camera pans in on her then she waves but yeah. HEHEHEH

thinking abt it more the joker/violet and joker/crow showtime r kinda like acknowledging their past while this one acknowledges their future :’)))

edit: srry ikeep remembering more stuff . i think the idea of them performing on an empty stage, in a field (figure skating) that isn't either of theirs, yet enjoying it and havign fun regardless of how good they are, is super important to me KASDHAJKSDHA as long as its theirs, thats what matters...!! as long as they]re wholeheartedly THEMSELVES...!!!! who cares abt audience expectations or Who they want you to be or What you look like in the mirror!! you're still you!!!

this goes out to royaltriodaily on twt I HOPE U SEE THIS SOMEHOW UEUEEE UEEEE

[livelaughlou]

Dipping my toes into the rpf Louliver waters because I can't help myself. And I said I wasn't gonna write this weekend. I'm such a sucker.

I'm not going to take the usuals because I have no idea who might be open to RPF and I don't want to tag people who aren't into it, though I will tag @louvemeanyway, @desert--moonchild. ❤️

Louliver - words: 800ish - Rating: Teen - complete

RPF

It only takes an hour after Shanna’s dropped him off with eighteen different instructions on how to care for a head wound for the text to come on. At least he’d managed to avoid a concussion this time or she would have insisted on staying with him.

Open the door, idiot.

Lou rolls his eyes but complies, opens it to see Oliver standing there with his hands shoved into those cargo pants he seems fond of.

“You could have knocked on the door like a normal person,” Lou snarks, leaning tiredly on the doorway.

Oliver snorts and scoots past him before grabbing his shoulder and turning bodily around.

“Jesus Lou,” he says in that accent he won’t tell Oliver always makes him a little weak in the knees. He’s pretty sure he already knows anyway. “What the hell happened? All your text said was ‘in the ER.’”

“Accident on S.W.A.T,” Lou admits as he makes his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing two beers. “Stunt gone wrong.”

Oliver eyes the beers. “Should you be drinking?”

Lou undoes the cap and takes a swig and it tastes so damn good after the day he’s had. “Yep. No concussion, but barely. You’re lucky, though, Shanna only just dropped me off a little while ago.”

Oliver shrugs, takes a drink. “I figured I’d take the risk.”

Lou raises an eyebrow and Oliver matches his gaze, looking like the brat he’s accused him of being since they started...whatever this is. He decides to let that go for now; he’s too tired for that conversation, though he knows they’re going to have it at some point.

“Come on, we can crash on the couch.”

Oliver follows him and soon enough they’re both comfortable in front of his TV, though Lou's entire body aches and he's not as comfortable as he'd like.

“It’s been a few days,” Oliver says, still eyeing him like he’s going to collapse into unconsciousness any minute now. “How’s everything?”

Lou shrugs. “Fine, I guess.”

“Twitter?”

Lou takes another swig. “It’s slowed down a lot but not completely gone away. They pop up here and there with something shitty. It’s fine, I’m handling it. Well, my agent’s handling it. I try and ignore it.”

Oliver sighs, sets his beer down on the side table. He leans forward and grabs Lou’s legs, throwing them over his lap. “Get comfortable, dummy. I don’t care that you don’t have a concussion, you still got seven staples in your head.”

Lou doesn’t have it in him to fight it, shimmies further down on the couch, jamming one of the throw pillows behind his head, trying his best to avoid the injured area, though it's not easy. He finishes off his beer and sets the bottle on the floor.

“I wish you’d have let me say something,” Oliver continues, rubbing a hand up and down his shin.

“What good would that do?” Lou wonders. “You already walk a fine line with all that buddie shit. I’m a big boy, Oli, I can handle it. Maybe once I stop showing up, they will too.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with it,” Oliver mutters and there’s an odd look on his face that he can’t decipher. It’s gone as fast as it appeared, though, so Lou wonders if he imagined it.

Before Lou knows what’s happening, Oliver’s scooting up leaning over him, cupping his face in one giant hand and pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. Lou inhales a long breath, letting it out when Oliver lets him go.

“You have all the finesse of my puppy,” Lou snarks again. Oliver laughs then looks around as he sits down again.

“He’s with Shanna,” Lou explains to his unasked question. “You gonna stay?”

Oliver grabs the blanket thrown over the back of the couch, spreading it on his lap and Lou’s legs. “You want me to? I mean, someone should make sure you don’t hurt something else, you’re so damn accident-prone, apparently.

“Hazards of my usual inability to be still, according to my...well everyone," Lou says and Oliver laughs again.

“Yeah, I get it. And yeah, I can stay.”

“Good,” Lou answers, settling in. “Hey.”

Oliver looks at him, face alight only by the TV and Lou thinks he’s so damn beautiful, it’s insane. “Hmm?”

“Thanks for coming.”

Oliver pats his legs. “Sure. You’re still an idiot. Don’t ask me why right now, I’ll explain later.”

It’s Lou’s turn to laugh. “I know. Back at you.”

Oliver rolls his eyes. “Go to sleep.”

So he does.

[avocado-writing]

Hey there I hope you’re having a wonderful day, could I make a request for bg3? I’d like to request the crew with a noble barbarian tav, kind of like Godfrey from Elden ring. Normally they are very regal, eloquent, and in control, they might even think they are some knight until they finally let loose. Whether it’s their s/o in danger or a challenging battle, they just go to town, very ‘I have give thee courtesy enough!’.

oh anon, you're very kind to think that I'm a competent enough gamer to have played elden ring. writing these scenarios as if they're seeing you go into a rage for the first time!

Astarion

Very much an 'oh. oh! oh...' moment for him.

Doesn't want to confess that he's attracted to the way you go feral, but anyone looking at him during battle will see how he is affected.

He already thought you were charming with your eloquence and courtly mannerisms, but this drives him wild. The idea you had this potential thrumming through your veins this whole time is delicious.

He can smell the blood pumping through your veins as you rage and does something for him. If you're together, expect a visit from him that night.

Gale

Loves to engage you in long, thoughtful conversations over tea every night. Did not expect this side to you.

At first he thinks some untowards magic has been cast on you, but then he sees how in control you are even when you're letting loose.

Is flustered and flattered when you make sure he's safe in battle, using your rage to protect his body with yours.

Afterwards when you check he's okay he has to try and hide how much he's blushing as he stammers out an affirmative. Asks you lots of questions about the nature of your rage. Can't stop staring at you when you're in battle...

Wyll

Lets out a little "oh, my!" when you first rage in front of him.

A bit gobsmacked but jumps back into action, quickly helping you fend off whatever enemies have caused your ire.

Is over it remarkably quickly, and takes it in his stride - in camp the two of you discuss court and your respective times in it, laughing at tales of long gone social faux-pas...

And on the battlefield you are a machine cutting down everything in your wake as he uses finesse to dispatch your foes. He thinks you are night and day... but that you are wonderful.

Karlach

Sees you rage for the first time and she lets out a "FUCK YEAH!"

Drops into a rage by your side and the two of you absolutely decimate the battlefield. The gang of mercenaries who came for you never knew what hit them.

After you wipe your brow with an embroidered handkerchief from your pocket and offer her a spare, which she takes and uses (completely destroying it in the process with soot from her engine)

Geeks out with you every day about raging. The two of you discuss battle tecniques and play-wrestle, which more often than not brings down half the camp. She loves it. She thinks you're perfect.

Lae'zel

Never really gave you the time of day before now. She found your elegant manner irritating. Why use honeyed words when you can cut straight to the point?

But then, oh, she sees you rage, and she is enamoured.

That night demands that you tell her why you never said that you could fight like that. You have an argument saying you never felt the need to... it goes on until the two of you calm down and end up sitting well into the night discussing how you grew up as warriors.

She has a respect for you from then on, confident you can look after yourself on the battlefield. More often than not she watches you fight with an appreciative eye.

Shadowheart

Oh, she's thrilled. We know she likes barbarians anyway (see her thirsty dialogue about Karlach) so when you rage in front of her?

She just stares for a bit. It's all she's able to do.

When that staring leaves her vulnerable to attack and you come and defend her, oh, she's gone. She has such a crush on you. If she had one before, it's doubled.

You're always the first one she comes to check on after battle. She likes to lay her hands on your bicep as she's healing you, perhaps feeling the muscle a bit more than is necessary. Her cheeks are always bright pink.

[jasmines-library]

Hello!

Truthfully, I know only surface level information about DC, but I've really enjoyed all your fics for the Batfam💕

Only take this request if it sparks something for you and you can write whatever form, being HCs, imagine, etc!

I'd like to request something for a (gn) civilian reader who is friends w/ the Batfam, but recently got superpowers that are magical girl-esque. I imagine reader was in the wrong place, wrong time situation w/ some criminals and got powers from an alien artifact. Their powers are sparkely and elegant but pretty flashy as well. Their tranaformation actually stuns people into watching and a lot of their moves only work if there is flair and finesse to them.

Reader is already struggling w/ if they want to be a new vigilante, but they’re mostly embarrassed by how showy and pretty their powers are in comparison to the dark and brooding Batfam. They feel out of place next to them and hate becoming the center of attention.

Sorry if this idea is a bit out there, but ty for letting me be indulgent in your ask box 💕 Love your writing!!

Acceptance

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Note: Not really sure what i think of this one but im trying to clear out my inbox so people can request again. Thanks for requesting anon!

Word Count: 600

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The first thing you recalled was the pain. Fiery and burning, radioactive through your veins. The second was the light. So bright that it was practically burned into your retinas. And the third was the ringing sensation that was too stubborn to leave your ears. It made your head throb and your eyes water. The city is cold as you walk through the streets, wandering aimlessly with little to nowhere to go and with even less to do. 

Not too long ago, you found yourself in a bit of a situation. A ‘wrong place, wrong time’ kind of situation. The feeling of icy cold fingers wrapping around you will never leave your mind. The feeling of being tied down and exposed to…whatever it was they used to experiment with will always have a permanent place in your mind. And although the memories were there…..most of them were hazy. Glimpses. Fragments of memories. You thought that perhaps you were in and out of consciousness. Or that whatever strange artifact you were exposed to fucked with your mind. Nevertheless, you now have these….strange abilities. Beautiful, yet strange. Enthralling. 

“Still brooding?” A voice sounded behind you, light, full of amusement and belonging to none other than Dick Grayson clad from head-to-toe in his nightwing get up; black except for a splash of blue across his chest and over his shoulders. 

“It’s not brooding” you corected, hardly sparing him a glance before continuing down the street. You had encountered the vigilantes many times. Sometimes you found yourself on the same case as them. And each and every time they would come practically begging for you to join them. Tim, Dick’s little brother had pieced together your situation alarming quickly. He knew you had nowhere to go. So in came offer after offer for you to join them. You had repeatedly declined. Not that you didn’t like the vigilantes; in fact you found them rather amusing. It was the fact that you felt out of place with abilities like yours. It was easier to work alone.

“Oh yeah?” Dick caught up with you quickly, his larger strides matching your own with ease. “Then what would you call it?”

“None of your business, that’s what.” You replied, but there was a soft grin on your lips.

Nightwing just tilted his head with an unamused look. 

“What’s that look for?” You teased, continuing to walk.

“Come on. You know what i'm going to ask”

“No.” You answer immediately.

“But–”

“No.”

“Why not? You’re wasting your potential here.”

“Because.”

Dick let out a frustrated sigh, deadpanning at you as he brought the two of you to a stop. “You’re impossible.”

“No. it's embarrassing.”

Dick’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “Embarrassing?”

“My powers are…flashy. I don’t want to be the centre of attention. It’s embarrassing.”

He frowned, eyebrows knitting together as he turned to face you. “You’re embarrassed of them?”

“....i guess.”

“Sweetheart, look at me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Seriously.”

“No?”

Dick looks at you as if you committed a crime. “Course not. What you’ve got is really special.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” He says. “I'm serious. Your powers could save lives, Kid. Consider it.”

“I……fine.”

“You’re serious?” His face lights up. “You’ll join us.”

“Yes. But don’t get used to it. I won’t always let you get your way.”

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[meixstar]

WORKING OUT WITH NANAMI PLEASE!

❥ Synopsis You want to get stronger? Nanami might just be the best person to help you with that.

❥ Pairing Nanami Kento x fem!reader

❥ Content explicit content! 18+, Minors DNI, foul language, working out afab!reader, teacher!reader, dom!Nanami, unprotected sex, Nanami is kinda mean, creampie, implied mutual pining, masturbation (m! receiving), vaginal sex, clitoral play, slight breeding kink, slight hate fucking at first, pet names (pretty girl, darling) dirty talk, fingering, oral (f! receiving), Nanami loves eating possay, doggy style, missionary, aftercare, Nanami being a gentleman, kissing/making out, praise, degredation if you squint, ripping clothes, teasing, porn with plot

❥ Word Count 3.4k

❥ A/N HELP THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT Anway I have no idea about working out and how to write it?? so I hope this was okay and doesn't suck too bad c: Thank you for your request!

PS i'm sorry if the requests are taking too long :( i'm not really used to writing this much lolol but i plan on doing them all, and I'm really excited about SatoSugu fluff that someone requested :D

!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Sweating It Out

"Faster. If you want to land a critical hit on your opponent, you have to charge at them like you mean it." Nanami's voice echoes through the courtyard of the school.

"Search for their weak point," He tightens the tie around his neck as he steps closer to her body on the ground. "You need to work on your form and condition." a quiet sigh leaves his lips as he helps her up from the floor in one swift motion.

You brush the dirt off your sports clothes and look up at him with a slight pout. "Easy for you to say," the back of your hand wipes across your cheek to get rid of the remaining grime. "I don't even know how I got this job in the first place." a soft chuckle escapes you.

A hint of amusement flickers across his stoic face. "Modesty becomes you. You're better than you think." his eyes scan your face for a moment. "We've still got a lot of work to do if you want to improve those reflexes of yours. If you're comfortable with it, I would help you do some simple work out back at my apartment." he gestures towards the parking lot, where his car is waiting.

"And by work, I mean actual physical exercise, not just tossing around excuses." Nanami remarks smugly, making your lips part in surprise. "Wha- I'm not 'tossing around excuses', thank you very much." The audacity of this stupid, attractive man. You let out a playful huff and fix your hair. "Although I do find it rather surprising that you would invite me to your place."

Nanami chuckles, the low sound and smooth "Formalities aside, I'm willing to make an exception for you. After all, someone needs to whip you into shape." his gaze lingers on hers, a subtle spark of attraction evident beneath the surface. "Shall we?" without waiting for an answer he starts walking towards his car.

"Hey, I would say I'm in pretty good shape.. physically wise." you remark teasingly with a soft chuckle as you follow him towards his car.

You get greeted with the sight of a raised, skeptical eyebrow from him. "Is that so? Then perhaps we'll focus on refining your technique instead. You can't rely solely on brute force. Strategy and finesse are just as crucial." he opens the passenger door for her, his movements fluid and courteous. "Besides, I have a few.. exercises in mind that might put your physical prowess to the test." Nanami's tone remains formal, but a hint of suggestiveness creeps into his words.

"Great, can't wait.." you groan in exhaustion, not noticing his suggestive hint. Your head rests against the window of his car while you wait for the arrival to his apartment. Trees, pedestrians and other cars move by in a blur as you look out the clean window.

His eyes glance at her briefly, a fleeting glimpse of amusement crossing his features before focusing back on the road ahead. "I suppose you should conserve your energy then. We'll be getting started shortly." Nanami's voice remains steady, betraying no emotion, but his grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly as he accelerates onto the highway.

He emerges from the driver's side, his suit jacket fluttering open to reveal his crisp blue shirt underneath. "Please, come in." his hand gestures towards the entrance as he leads the way inside to his apartment. "We will start with some stretching exercises. I have a few routines that will help improve flexibility and balance." his tone remains professional, but his gaze lingers on her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

"In that?" you point towards his clothes. "Scratch that actually, I'm the only one doing this, aren't I?" a sigh escapes you. You put down your bag on the floor and stretch your arms above your head.

Nanami pauses, one hand resting on the doorknob as he turns to regard you. "Ah, good point. Don't worry, I will change into something more suitable and join you." his gaze travels down her form, lingering on her curves before snapping back up to meet her gaze. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." With a brief nod, he disapears into the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

So here you were, alone in the apartment of your colleague who you have been crushing on for a year now. Totally fine, right?

You slap both palms of your hands against your cheeks and shake your head. Trying to distract yourself, you walk around his living room, taking in the minimal decorations. Your head turns towards his bedroom door as he re-emerges from the room, now clad in some sweatpants and a tight fitted shirt, showcasing his toned physique.

"Now then, shall we begin with some light cardio to loosen up your muscles?" his tone remains formal, yet a hint of anticipation underlies his words as he approaches her, his eyes locked on hers. "Alright, but don't be too hard on me - again." you chuckle and wait for his instructions.

"I assure you, I will push you to your limits but not beyond. Now, let's start with some jumping jacks. Twenty reps, please." he stands with his arms crossed, watching her every move with an air of authority, my gaze scrutinizing her form.

"Ah.. seriously? Isn't that like some high school stuff though?" you sigh and get into position as you start doing jumping jacks. His expression remains stern, unyielding to your protests. "High school or not, it's essential to build a solid foundation. You'd be surprised how many experienced practitioners neglect the basics. Focus on your form, and don't slacken your pace," he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he monitors your performance. "Focus on my form? With jumping jacks? Okay then.."

Nanami observes her movements, his sructiny unwavering. "Not bad. However, I detect a slight imbalance in your landing. Remember to distribute your weight evenly between both legs. And keep your core engaged." his voice remains firm, yet measured, as he provides constructive feedback. "Yeah, yeah.." you answer and keep your lips pressed into a thin line.

"I suggest you adopt a more receptive attitude. This isn't a trivial matter. Proper form is crucial to avoiding injuries and optimizing performance. Try again, and this time, heed my corrections."

"Why do I feel like a student all over again?" you sigh in slight annoyance and stop your jumping jacks. "Fine, fine."

He gives you a curt nod, acknowledging your efforts. "Better. Much better. Your posture has improved, and your footwork is more precise. Not, let's move on to the next exercise. We'll focus on building your strength now." he gestures towards the adjacent room, where various pieces of equipment are set up. "Please proceed to the pull-up bar. I'll demonstrate the proper technique."

You glance around the room, taking in various fitness gadgets in surprise. "Wow, Nanami.. didn't expect you to be that type of man. You know, the type who is so obsessed with working out." you let out a playful hum.

"This is not about personal indulgences. A well-equipped training area is essential for optimal results." he leads the way to the pull-up bar, his movements efficient and purposeful. "Now, pay attention. The key to a successful pull-up lies in engaging your latissimus dorsi muscles," Nanami begins to demonstrate the correct form, his words punctuated by precise motions.

"My what now?" you mumble to yourself in utter confusion. Your gaze drifts towards his working form, hungry eyes lingering on the veins popping out on his forearms every time he pulls himself up. Just then he halts mid-pull-up, his eyes locking onto yours with a faint glint of amusement flickering within. "Latissimus dorsi. The largest muscle in your back. Focus, please."

He releases the bar, dropping back down on the ground with ease. With a scoff you cross your arms over your chest, "Whatever, let me give it a go, Mr. Know It All." you joke lightly and grab onto the pull-up bar before lifting yourself up slowly. Nanami stand back, observing your form with a discerning eye. "You're managing to engage your lats somewhat, However, your grip could be wider, and your body straighter. Allow me to assist."

Nanami approaches her, his big hands closing around her waist as he adjusts her position, his fingers splayed wide. "Feel the stretch in your back, and maintain control throughout the movement." his voice stays calm, but the intimate proximity of your bodies sends a spark of pleasure shooting through his body. At the same time you bite down on the inside of your cheek as his strong hands grab you.

You feel grateful that your back is turned towards him, this way he can't see your cheeks turning a soft pink. "Aren't you straightforward?" you chuckle.

Ignoring your words, Nanami's grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly. "Focus on your form. One more rep, please."

"Yes, Sir." an innocent hum leaves you as you begin to pull your body back up the pull-up bar, letting out soft breaths now and then.

His fingers seem to linger on her skin for a moment before releasing her. "Proceed to the mat. We will work on some grappling techniques." With a soft thud, you let yourself go from the gadget. "Grappling? So you can kick my ass again? Just what I want," she sighs and takes her place on the mat.

"Grappling is an essential aspect. You can't always count on your cursed technique. It requires strategy, agility, and control. Let us focus on some basic escapes and submissions." he assumes a neutral stance opposite her. "Let's begin with a simple wrist lock escape. Observe closely, and replicate my movements precisely." he extends his arm, offering her his wrist.

"Bla bla." you abruptly grab his wrist and twist it to push him down onto the mat with a controlled thud "Easy," a satisfied smile forms on your face. "Good initiative, but poor execution. You relied on brute force rather than technique." he pulls himself out of your grasp and rises to his feet, brushing off imaginary dirt from his clothes. "Again."

"This sucks.." you sigh and run a hand down your face in frustration. "Can't we do something fun instead? Like, fuck I don't know, chess. Would be way more fun than this." you grimace before grabbing his wrist once more to push him down and lower your body to sit on his back to hold him down.

Nanami remains composed, unfazed by her antics, as he lies beneath her, his wrists still clasped in her grasp. "You can have fun some other time." his tone maintains its formal quality, despite the unusual position they find themselves in. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe we've digressed sufficiently. Let's refocus on the task at hand. Release my wrist." he issues the command calmly.

You glance down at the side of his face with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Hm.. no." You feel his body tense beneath you, his muscles coiling in anticipation. "I see. It appears you're blurring the lines between playful banter and actual combat. I suggest you clarify your intentions."

"You could just roll over and pin me down with ease, Nanami.. Why haven't you done it yet if you are oh so irritated about my antics?" you tease him softly and lean your head closer towards his ear.

In just a moment his body is springing into action as he swiftly flips them over, pinning her beneath him. "Satisfied? Now, shall we resume the lesson, or would you prefer to continue exploring.. other avenues?"

You feel your body growing hot under his intense gaze, "Other avenues? Please, do tell." you wrap one leg around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his growing hardness press against your inner thigh making him grit his teeth ever so slightly.

"Hm, it seems you require a demonstration of the consequences of testing boundaries." he leans closer, his lips inches from yours. This is no longer a lesson for combat, but a display of discipline."

"Aren't you tough? All bark and no bit-" your taunts gets silenced as he claims your mouth in a firm kiss. Out of instinct, your press your chest further into his, deepening the kiss in the process. A soft moan of desperation leaves your mouth that gets swallowed by his own.

Nanami's tongue probes the depths of her mouth, his long fingers maintaining a firm grip on her waist and wrists. He breaks away from the kiss, his breathing heavy. "Now, shall we proceed to the next stage of this.. lesson?" he rocks his hips into hers, eliciting a quiet gasp from her. "Cut the teacher crap, Nanami." she breathes out hotly against his wet lips. "As you wish, but you will receive exactly what you're asking for." With that, he sweeps her up in his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.

He deposits her on the bed, his tall form towering over her as he looks down at her flushed and desperate expression. "Undress. Now." his tone brooks no argument, as he begins to shed his own clothes with deliberate slowness.

Her eyes wander over his now exposed body, lingering on his cock that leaks with pre-cum already. Out of reflex, she runs her tongue over her kiss-bruised lips, making him flex his fists for a moment. "Mh.. I don't wanna," she bites back a smirk.

"Very well. If you insist on playing games, I will play too." With a swift motion, he reaches out and rips the shirt open, baring her torso to his hungry gaze. "What the fuck! I loved that shirt, aw." she pouts up at him with furrowed brows before glancing back at the now broken fabric on the floor.

Nanami raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'll buy you a new one, and also.. no bra? Naughty girl. Must have slipped my sight." he remarks, his gaze roving over her bared skin, eyes lingering on her perky nipples exposed to the cool air in the room. "Now, will you take off the rest of your clothes? Or should I do it for yo-"

"No, I'll do it myself this time." you scoff lightly and stand up to pull your leggings down, seeing Nanami's eyes following your every move. "Fuck.." you hear him mutter to himself - and god, was it hot to see him loose his composure. "Turn around and bend over, let me see all of you, pretty girl." A pleased hum escapes your lips as you do just that. You bend down over his bed, the soft sheets brushing against your skin, and the smell of him filling your nostrils.

"Mmh.. you know exactly how to tease me, don't you?" Nanami reaches out, his hand reaching out to run over the contour of her ass, the touch feather-light, while his other hand reaches down to stroke himself slowly. "Look at you," he whispers, his breath caressing the skin just above the waistband of her panties. "I can already see how wet you are. Is that because of me? Hm, pretty girl?"

You only manage to get out a weak nod accompanied by a soft whimper as he lets out a throaty chuckle. His fingers hook into the waistband and slowly peels her panties down, revealing her soaking pussy to his eyes. He settles onto his knees on the floor behind her. "Been craving your pussy so often, gosh.." he moans softly as he keeps his gaze fixated on your entrance while fisting his own arousal.

With a glance behind you, you see the scene unfold with hooded eyes. Just that alone makes your pussy clench around nothing. "Nanami.. don't tease me, please."

"I won't.. fuck, I won't." he breathes against your wetness, making you shiver before his tongue slides into the slick folds of your pussy. "Mmh, pussy tastes even better than I imagined." You stuff your face into his sheets as you feel his hot tongue run through your folds. "Oh god- hah,"

His hand leaves his cock, solely focusing on her pleasure as he holds her hips in place. "You like that? You like my tongue inside you, licking your sweet little cunt?" his voice muffled against her flesh, as he works her into a frenzy while his own hips desperately buck against his bed to relieve some tension. "Ohh, fuck.. Your tongue feels so fucking good!" she sobs into the fabric of the bed.

"Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my face." he let's out a soft groan as he redoubles his efforts, desperate to drive her towards orgasm as he slowly enters two fingers inside her pulsing cunt.

She desperately pushes back against him, needing more. "Hah.. Nanami, please- fuck me already." His eyes flash in excitement, ceasing his oral assault as he stands back up to his full height. His angry red tip glistens with pre-cum, his hands running along her cheeks. "Turn around for me. I want to see your pretty face when you come."

And you do just that, laying down on your back as you glance up at him. He gently grabs your ankles and pulls you towards him as he lines his hard cock up at your entrance, poised to thrust deep. You impatiently wiggle your hips, wanting him to finally take you. You've been waiting for a whole year, after all. So if he doesn't start fucking you right this inst-

"Hah!" You throw your head back with a high-pitched moan as he slowly thrusts forward, his cock sinking deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim as he groans in satisfaction. "Fuck.. so hot." he mutters, hips drawing back before plunging forward once more, setting a slow yet deep pace. "Is this what you wanted? That I fuck you?" he grunts, his strokes growing more frenzied, his cock throbbing inside you.

The only thing that you can do is grip the sheets beside you and hide your flushed, pathetic face in them, frantically trying to hide your arousal.

His chest presses against hers as he leans forward, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. "Don't hide from me, Darling. Look at me." he demands, voice rough with exertion as he continues pounding into her. "Watch me as I make you come," his other hand snakes around to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze as he himself drives towards climax.

Her eyes are unfocused as she gazes up at him, her mouth falling open as he fucks into her deep. "Oh f-fuck.. ngh, your cock feels so good!" she bites down on her bottom lip, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust.

"You're going to take every last drop of my cum. You're going to milk me dry and beg for more, aren't you?" he coos into her ear. "I'm going to fill you so full of cum you will be dripping with it for hours.." his hand let's go of your chin, reaching down to rub your swollen clit in slow circles with the pad of his thumb. "I can feel you clenching.. are you close? Want you to come all over my cock, can you do that for me?"

Without even giving it a thought, your toes curl and your back arches up into him as your orgasm washes over you with a loud whine. Nanami hisses when your pussy tightens up. His cock surges deep one final time before erupting in a torrent of cum, flooding your hole with his seed.

He collapses forward, his chest heaving with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close.

You both lay there for a few minutes, catching your breaths. You feel him slowly pull out of you, making you both let out a soft gasp. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" his thumb runs over your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. "I hope I wasn't too rough-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, this one far more gentle than the others. "I'm fine, it was perfect. But.. you can make it up to me with dinner?" you glance away nervously, scared of rejection after what just happened.

What if he only saw this as a one time thing? You did rile him up quite a bit, maybe that was just him being a man. But is Nanami really that kind of man? Perhaps he doesn't even like you and this was hate sex? Plus, you both are colleagues. That would be really unprofessio-

"Of course, is there a specific place you would like to eat at?"

Oh.

♡ fanart from @ilameys on twitter ♡

♡ divider by @benkeibear ♡

[actuallysaiyan]

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

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, proposal, Gojo and the students spy on the proposal word count: 1.8k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: Nanami and you get a night off after a few months of working hard, and even though Gojo and the students are spying on you, Kento proposes to you! a/n: One of the last chapters!! taglist: @beneathstarryskies @sparklynightm4re. @seireiteihellbutterfly

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“Wait, are you suggesting what I think you are?” Kugisaki asks Megumi, who’s sitting in front of her.

Itadori cocks an eyebrow, “Uh…can you repeat your idea?”

The black-haired teen sighs. “We should plan a date for our sensei. Not Gojo, but you know…”

Since you and Nanami had returned from your mission, everyone got to see just how happier you two were. You both returned to being the cutesy couple that everyone had thought you were previously.

Things were a little more passionate. Kento still treated you as his work wife. Peeling oranges for you as a snack, bringing you lunch and coffee when you need it most, giving you a shoulder rub. You enjoyed teasing him lightly, making jokes with him, and returning the shoulder rubs.

But there was something different. You two had found a deep love and understanding. Truly, your relationship sparked even more than it ever had. And the teens had picked up on that rather quickly. Fushiguro had noticed just how happier Nanami-sensei seemed to be. Even around Gojo-sensei, Nanami was okay with dealing with the nonsense that came from the white-haired sorcerer.

That’s when Fushiguro had finally concluded that you and Nanami must have patched things up. He can see the pep in your step, and the way that Nanami seems to have mellowed out quite a bit. So he thinks about how he can get you two even closer.

It’s been quite a few weeks since the mission, and you and Kento have been closer than before. He spends time at your place, and you spend nights at his. You two make love every second you can, but you’ve both been quite busy nevertheless. Finding time to be intimate and dating can be difficult.

“Fushiguro, you think that Nanami-sensei wants to propose to her?” Itadori asks, his eyes wide.

Megumi shrugs, “Look, who knows. They have been close since they were our age.”

Kugisaki coos, “That’s so cute! A childhood romance! Oh I bet they’d make cute babies.”

Gojo pops his head into the room, his eyes alight with curiosity despite being covered. He had heard just a little bit of the conversation his students were having, but he knew he could easily help them.

“Did you say you think Nanami is going to propose to usagi-chan?!” Satoru asks them, sitting on one of the chairs.

Fushiguro sighs, “I don’t know. It seems like it could happen. I think maybe he’s ready to make that commitment with her.”

Nobara sighs dreamily, “This is too cute! Imagine if they really got married!”

Itadori rubs his chin, “I already thought they were married…”

Gojo claps his hands together, an idea forming inside his mind. He knows it’s going to require a lot of finessing, and a little bit of luck. But regardless, even if this plan doesn’t go exactly as planned, it should still be good.

“Gather round, youngsters. I have a good idea.”

All three of his students look at themselves for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. But then they realize that maybe Gojo-sensei will have an actual good idea for once.

“Okay so I’m thinking…”

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For the first time in two months, you and Nanami finally have a night off. You don’t know how you managed to do this, but you were both super giddy about it. Kento decided to make dinner reservations for the both of you, though strangely enough Gojo had surprised him with some already made for both of you.

“It’s my thank you to both of you. You both work so hard. Go have fun,”

Kento was skeptical about the whole ordeal, but for once he decided to let it go. He decided to just enjoy the little gift that was bestowed on you both.

“Get ready for seven, love.” Kento whispers in your ear.

You shiver, “I will. I’ll be all dolled up for you.”

And you weren’t lying. When he picks you up, his eyes widen and his cheeks redden. You were the epitome of beauty and loveliness. If Kento thought he couldn’t fall deeper for you, he was sorely wrong. He takes your hand in his as he guides you to the car.

“How beautiful you are,” he says as he helps you buckle in. Then he kisses you, “You put the stars to shame.”

You blush and look down, “That’s much too sweet.”

He gets into the driver’s seat, the smell of your perfume invading his senses. He has a bit of a hard time focusing on the road as you’re just a vision of heaven. Eventually, you two make it at the restaurant that Gojo had booked a seat for you both.

Once inside the restaurant and brought to your seats, you realized just how fancy this restaurant is. The lighting is low and dim, but just the perfect ambiance for couples. There was light romantic music playing in the background and Nanami decided to order a bottle of champagne.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” You ask as you reach over to take his hand in yours.

Nanami caresses your fingers, “It’s truly a blessing.”

You two fall into a comfortable chatter. It goes from childhood memories, to what’s going on at work and how the training of the teens is going, all the way to current events in the world. Everything feels so natural and relaxing. Then you watch as Nanami tenses up.

“Ken, honey…what’s the matter?”

Kento knew this was all too good to be true. Fanciest restaurant in town for you and him, that was too good to be true. At one of the booths nearby, he sees Itadori’s pink hair peeking up. Then the young man turns around and when he sees his mentor looking right at him, he’s quick to turn around. Nanami spots the whole group. Fushiguro, Gojo, Kugisaki and Itadori.

“It’s nothing,” but Nanami still feels tense.

You try to calm him down with more champagne. This was supposed to be a happy night. Kento had been planning on proposing to you, but when this opportunity fell into your laps, Kento realized it could be the perfect time to do so.

He then realizes that everyone is here to make sure he does this. They are making sure things go off without a hitch. No hiccups, no errors. Kento sighs as he tries to reason with himself. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, as long as they didn’t interrupt.

“Darling,” Kento takes your hands across the table. “I have to tell you just how much I love you.”

Your eyes sparkle, “I love you too, Ken.”

His eyes are so dark with love right now. There’s a trace of lust in them too, but it’s all genuine affection for you. He brings one of your hands up to his lips and presses kisses to your knuckles.

“We’ve been so close since we were younger…and then I had to go and leave you. That was my biggest mistake,”

You hush him softly, “We both had things we had to work through.”

“I’m just so happy I can have you in my life again. When we both came back to work at Jujutsu Tech, it was one of the happiest days of my life.”

“Quit pushing, Itadori-kun!” Fushiguro whines, pushing the teen over.

“W-wait! I didn’t mean to push! I just adjusted my seating.”

Your eyes snap up to see the two students. Your eyes widened. Was this really happening right now? Kento’s eyes cloud over with stress and annoyance. Then you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Why are they here?” You ask, cocking your head to the side so cutely.

Kento shrugs, “Wish I knew. I think this was a plan concocted by Gojo. He knew that I’d be—”

But then he stops himself. He was about to reveal his secret. You look at your lover even more confused than before. 

“Did he do it?! What did she say!?” Nobara asks, her eyes focused on the couple at the booth.

“I don’t think he did it. Sensei, can you hear?” Itadori asks.

Then it dawns on you and Nanami. Gojo is with the teens as well. He’s the one who orchestrated the whole affair. Kento looks like he’s about to lose his cool, but then he turns his attention to you.

“Nevermind anyone else. It’s just me and you. It’s always going to be that way, my darling.”

Then he pulls something from his pocket. He opens the little velvet box and your eyes widen. Your hands are shaking as Kento slides the box towards you.

“Will you be my bride? You’d make me the happiest man in the world.”

His words hang in the air as you try to calm yourself. You know you want to say yes and accept, but you’re overwhelmed with emotion.

“Will you be my real wife and not just my work wife?”

“Did it happen?! Did he ask her?!”

You look right at the group and your eyes tell them everything they need to know. You’re tearing up, unable to speak. Finally, you nod at Nanami.

“Yes, yes I’ll be your bride!”

Nanami comes over to your side of the booth, cupping your face in his hands. He kisses you over and over again before he slides the beautiful diamond ring on your finger.

“I couldn’t be happier.”

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Kento holds you so close as he pumps into you. Your fingers are intertwined with one hand. He keeps looking at the beautiful diamond on your finger. You were going to be his wife.

“Fuck—I…oh god, I love you.” He whimpers as he stills himself.

He’s buried so deep inside of you. For the first time in so long, he knows that he finally has you right where he needs you. His hands cup your face, caressing your cheeks so gently. Kento kisses you passionately and romantically, his own eyes filling up with tears.

“I will always love you,” he rubs his nose against yours. You feel one of his tears falling onto your cheek. “I will always keep you safe.”

Your legs wrap around him, pushing him in even deeper. Both of you moan loudly, holding onto each other even tighter. Your kisses turn more heated and hungrier as Kento begins to fuck you a little harder.

“I want a family with you,” he moans hoarsely. “Want to have a little baby with you.”

You gasp a little, your walls fluttering around his girth. Your juices dribble all over his shaft, making a small puddle underneath you. Kento growls in your ear.

“I’m going to get you pregnant.”

His hands caress your sides, making sure you feel so loved. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue tangling with yours. His thrusts are erratic, his hips slamming against yours. 

“I’m going to fill you up. Going to get you pregnant, honey.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you hard, leaving you trembling and moaning his name like a desperate prayer. Kento is pulled into his peak as well, grunting and growling how you belong to him. His thick seed fills your cunt so much, it’s already dripping out.

He kisses you hungrily, “More. Let’s do it some more. I need to impregnate you now.”

[py-dreamer]

WOAH! 2 UPLOADS BACK TO BACK?!

Don't get too excited but yea, I've had these two in my back pocket for a long time now, just didn't really have the motive to finish them per say

Commission for designs for a fic my friend is writing so go check it out!

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I know it looks very different from the tight spandex miraculous designs but I definitely wanted to incorporate that LMK style with like armor and extra....like fabric on the sides? Just extra bits and bobs to make the designs interesting

But for me the most important parts were to make the purpose of the miraculous obvious, make them look cool and hide their identity (I think they'd look quite different from their human civilian forms)

Oh! And in case you haven't noticed, the miraculouses aren't animal themed anymore. Mainly because especially for the monkeys and dragons, it didn't make sense for them to have multiple miraculouses with the same animal. But it still keeps the theme of magically specialised powered jewels with one specific power outside of enhanced natural abilities with the akumatisation process

(spicynoodles of course)

(my friend and I developed so much brain rot behind the scenes, someone gets impaled, have fun guessing who!)

I'm gonna be honest, never really liked the sleek spandex polkadot suit that much so decided to go in a different direction

I do really like how Mk's design came out with the fluffy jacket and everything. I was wondering how to include like the feathery bits on top when I saw this fanart of Wukong wearing a cap and the two bits were sticking out like that and just stole that lol. I personally do really like the mask, again inspired by wukong's opera makeup

Red son was more tricky though, his design specifically the top area needed a lot of finessing and I saw this one other fanart of his fiery hair being blue at the end and man! it looked cool but I could not for the life of me figure it out, I did steal the bull mascarade mask from my the cat returns piece but hey it looks cool! And I didn't have a lot of ideas for other masks. Fun fact, the brown prayer beads are inspired from his days as a disciple under Guanyin.

Even though I'm not doing that tight spandex bs, I still wanted the two to look cohesive, and look like a team unit, I hope they do

Let me know any opinions! I'm very curious, the new style yay? Or nay?

(Also my friend wrote the 2nd chapter after I showed her the designs, Mk ISN'T meant to have a yellow cape. NO CAPES FOR THIS LAD)

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

just don’t get us caught

pair: Fred Weasley x reader requested by anonymous

I'm watching Order of The Phoenix currently and I have a good idea for a fic, where it's Fred Weasley x reader and reader is a Slytherin and has always been very by the rules and is a prefect, but Umbridge pisses her off a lot to the point where she pulls a prank on Umbridge, and it has the twins wondering who could pull of something that elaborate, and eventually Fred figures out it's her but keeps her secret, and even helps her pull more pranks in the future, and she starts to help the twins with stuff for the joke shop and even helps sell some of their stuff to students

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You weren’t sure what finally snapped in you. Maybe it was the way Umbridge treated the Gryffindors, or maybe it was how she belittled students in general. Whatever it was, it had you ready to break every rule you’d sworn to uphold as a Slytherin prefect.

And so you did.

You spent nights perfecting the prank. It had to be subtle, but devastating enough to leave Umbridge fuming. A delicate potion slipped into her tea that would turn her skin bright purple by morning. You’d even borrowed a few tricks from the Weasley twins’ playbook—if anyone knew how to make a scene, it was them.

The morning after, the entire school was buzzing. Umbridge was beside herself, trying to scrub her face clean, but the potion wouldn’t wear off for at least 24 hours.

Fred and George were in absolute awe.

“Who could’ve done it?” George mused during breakfast, scanning the Great Hall for a potential prankster.

Fred shrugged, though he had an amused glint in his eye. “Whoever it is, they’re a bloody genius.”

As the day wore on, Fred became more curious. He was determined to find the culprit, not to out them, but to congratulate them—and possibly learn a few things. After all, this prank was far more subtle than anything he and George would’ve pulled off. It had finesse.

The last person he expected was you.

Fred had never pegged you, the Slytherin prefect, as someone who even had the capacity to prank. You were known for being strict, by-the-rules, and basically everything the twins weren’t. But when he caught you smirking quietly to yourself as you passed Umbridge in the hall, something clicked.

That night, Fred cornered you in the library.

“Alright, out with it,” he said, sliding into the chair beside you.

You looked up, startled. “What are you talking about?”

Fred grinned. “You know what I’m talking about. The purple skin, the prank. It was you, wasn’t it?”

You stared at him for a moment, considering your options. Deny it, and he’d probably let it go. Admit it, and... well, Fred wasn’t exactly the kind to keep quiet. But then again, maybe he would.

“And if it was?” you finally said, eyebrow raised.

Fred’s grin widened. “I’ll keep your secret, on one condition.”

You crossed your arms. “And what’s that?”

“You help us pull off a few more. You’ve got talent, Y/N. Why let it go to waste?”

You considered the offer. Part of you wanted to refuse, to stick to your role as prefect. But another part—the part that had thoroughly enjoyed watching Umbridge suffer—was intrigued. You’d never been one to break the rules, but with Umbridge in charge, everything felt... different.

“Alright, Weasley,” you said, “I’m in. But you better not mess this up.”

Over the next few weeks, Fred and George brought you into their world of chaos. They didn’t just prank for fun; they were planning something much bigger. You found yourself staying up late in the Room of Requirement, helping them brew potions, develop joke products, and sell them under Umbridge’s nose.

It was thrilling.

The three of you became an unstoppable team. Fred always seemed particularly impressed with your ideas, often pulling you aside to suggest more complex plans. The line between friends and something more started to blur, especially when Fred would give you that mischievous smile, the one that made your heart race.

You weren’t sure when exactly you fell for him—maybe it was the way he respected your abilities, or how he never made you feel out of place even though you were a Slytherin. But you were certain of one thing: Fred Weasley was trouble, the best kind of trouble.

And you were more than happy to keep causing it with him.

One morning, you all pulled off your biggest prank yet. Thanks to a combination of fireworks and enchanted fliers, Umbridge’s office was covered in bright green slime. The whole school laughed, but no one could trace it back to you, Fred, or George.

Later, as you sat in the common room, Fred leaned in and whispered, “We make a good team, Y/N.”

You smirked. “Yeah, we do. Just don’t get us caught.”

Fred chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

And from that day on, you weren’t just the Slytherin prefect anymore. You were Fred’s partner in crime, helping him create chaos.

[strangelyunfinshed]

Summary: After a night of teasing your boyfriend Eddie Munson, you're ready to receive the consequences and the rewards.

TW: FemReader, Smutacular Smut, Spanking, Creampie, Dirty Talk, *18+ You Filthy Animals*

"Did you have fun teasing me all night, baby?" Eddie asks, one hand squeezing your thigh over the rayon of your dress, the other holding the shaking steering wheel of the noisy van as it barrels down the dark road.

"I really did," you laugh, knowing you had him on edge all evening at Steve's house, "You're too much fun to mess with," unclicking your seatbelt, you lean across the van's interior to smack a wet kiss on his cheek. "Beside," you say softly with your lips lightly brushing the shell of his ear, "you're really fucking sexy," your hand brushes the half-hard bulge in his jeans before settling yourself back in your seat and buckling in.

He purses his lips and shakes his head, carnation pink blooming on his cheeks, "You're just looking for trouble tonight," his eyes never leaving the road. 

"I hope I found it," you pull down the visor and look into the cloudy mirror to remove your earrings. 

"I don't know," he moves his hand back to your thigh, "I hope you're not writing checks that beautiful ass can't cash."

His hand smooths its way under your dress, where one finger lightly traces your slit over rapidly damping panties. Covering his hand with both of yours, you start rocking your hips back and forth, grinding against him. 

"If you would have just fucked me before we left the apartment, I wouldn't have been thinking about your cock all night," your voice comes out breathlessly as his fingers dip under the seam of your panties into your wet heat, "Fuck," you moan out biting your lip as he circles your puffy clit. 

"Baby, we are late every single time they invite us over," he chuckles, adding a bit more pressure. 

"Yes, just like that," your eyes fall closed, already feeling the coil tighten.

"Just like what?" his hand disappears from in between your thighs.

"Eddieeee," you whine.

"Something the matter? You can dish it, but you can't take it?" a smug smile tugs at his lips.

"Oh, I'm gonna take it," you grab the hand that just left you and suck his fingers into your mouth. He groans and unintentionally jerks the wheel causing the van to fishtail into the dark parking lot of your apartment building.

He turns the key in the ignition, and other than the random ticking, the van descends into silence. He turns his head to look at you, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth, loving it when he's this worked up, you grab the door handle and make a run for it, but Eddie's right behind you. His hand cups your ass as you climb the stairs to your third-floor walk-up. When you reach the battered door with the gold metal number six that's come loose at the top and now hangs like a nine, you fumble in your purse for the keys as he braces his arms on the door jamb and grinds his hard dick against your backside. 

As soon as the lock tumbles open, he pushes you inside, taking your purse from your hands and dropping it to the floor before backing you against the rough wooden door. He pins your hands above your hands, and his lips are on you. There's not a lot of finesse to this kiss, just hungry mouths and wet tongues greedy for each other. 

"Where do you think you're going?" he breaks the kiss when you futilely push against his hands.

"I love you, Eddie," with a voice full of sugar, you make your eyes big and innocent.

"I love you too, but if you think sweet talking me is going to get you out of this, you're wrong," he transfers both of your wrists to one hand.  

"Can I suck your cock, just a little?" you flutter your eyelashes and squirm against him.

"As hot as you look on your knees," he roughly pulls down the front of your dress until both breasts are freed, "You don't get a choice tonight. I'm going to do whatever I want to you."

His words have your stomach tightening and your thighs squeezing together as a gush of moisture coats your folds.

"Don't think I didn't notice that you didn't wear a bra tonight," he dips down taking a nipple into his mouth, giving it a hard suck before letting it slip from his lips with a pop, "Maybe I should fuck your tits? Would you like that, baby?" he cups your breast, sucking as much into his mouth as he can.

"Shit," you pant as a line of electricity shoots from your breast straight to your core.

"Do you want my cock sliding between them?" he drops your wrists so he can use both hands to push your breasts together, kneading while he licks and sucks and bites.

"You can take me any way you want," your fingers dive into his hair. He doesn't stop until little bruises dot your flesh, and the ache in your pussy is unbearable. 

He pulls away, leaving you writhing and whimpering against the door. His shoulders rise and fall as he catches his breath and adjusts his hard cock straining in his tight black jeans. Taking your hand, he leads you down the narrow hallway to the bedroom, and you follow more than willingly in a haze of desire. He flips the light switch that turns on the yardsale lamp that you draped with a crimson scarf to soften the glow. There's not much furniture besides a dresser and your rumbled, unmade bed.

He one-handley unbuckles his belt and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing the smooth planes of his tattooed chest to your wanton gaze before motioning for you to raise your arms. He carefully lifts your dress over your head before discarding it somewhere on the floor. Tenderly he cups your jaw and tastes your mouth in a searing, slow kiss. One of his moves down your face and grips your chin when he pulls away.

"I'm going to turn you around, and you're going to take it, understand?"

His tone leaves no room for discussion, and you nod your head as you look into those big doe eyes more than ready to comply. He turns you toward the bed and presses his hand onto your back, bending you forward.

"Hold on to the bed, and do not let go until I say so."

Sliding your fingers across the cool sheets, you bend farther forward and grip as much of the mattress as possible. Behind you, Eddie rubs small circles on your back until you're positioned just how he wants you. He slowly works your panties down your hips, pressing a soft kiss on your ass as he bends, and you raise one foot at a time so he can take them off the rest of the way. 

Taking deep breaths, you wait in silent anticipation, so turned on that you're past rational thought. He's leaving you waiting on purpose. Wetness glazes your center and your clit throbs in time with your pulse. The air feels cool in contrast with the wet heat of your pussy. Shifting your hips from side to side, you wriggle and try to get some relief. His hand comes down on one side of your ass with a loud crack sending you forward until you brace your arms, a satisfied moan escaping your throat. He gently rubs your skin until the slight sting dissipates and then spanks your other cheek repeating the process.

"Fuuu, Eddie," you barely recognize the husky moans leaving your mouth. He starts spanking you in quick succession, alternating sides. The sharp stings leave you tensing for the next smack. His fingers are so close to where you want them, grazing your folds but still out of reach. Slick starts to drip out of you, coating your thighs as he spanks your ass into a rosy glow. He carefully applies the same force to every slap. Just a little burn mixing with pangs of arousal that have you clenching around your emptiness. With the last spank, he grabs a handful of your ass before his touch turns gentle again and only the sound of heavy breathing remains. 

"Now spread your legs like a good girl," he holds your hip and rubs his dick against the hot sensitive skin of your ass.

"Please fuck me. I need it so much," you widen your stance and arch your back, feeling like a cat in heat displaying your eager pussy.

"What's the matter, baby?" he drops to his knees, "Did it make you wet when I spanked your teasing ass?"

"Yes. God, I'm so wet," you push back against him, "Now, please, I need your cock inside me."

"Be patient," he gives you another spank, "I'm going to take care of you. You're so pretty down here," he uses his thumbs to spread you open, "I just want to give you a kiss."

His mouth closes over your center in a wet sloppy kiss before he licks you slowly, staring at your ass and moving lower, your legs shake when he finally reaches your clit, sucking the little bundle between his plush lips. Clawing at the bed, you drop your face to the mattress, letting it muffle your strangled cry.

"You always taste so good," he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing you gently, "but I bet you're feeling empty. Let's see what we can do about that," he presses his whole face between your legs and spears his tongue in and out of your tight entrance. 

After all his teasing, it's almost too much, your hips buck wildly. He wraps his other arm tightly around you, holding you in place. Your orgasm builds so quickly that you're cumming around his tongue without warning, and to your astonishment, a second peak rises while you're still clenching from the first. He works you through you both, his strong arms taking most of your weight, so you don't collapse. Your throat feels tight and rough - you must have screamed. 

"Eddie," his name floats out in a breathy rasp as he presses kisses up your skin as he moves to stand. You're still straddling the line of euphoria and consciousness when you feel the head of his cock sliding through your folds. With his hand holding the base of his swollen dick, he taps the head against your clit, causing you to jolt with overstimulation.

"I hope you're ready for me."

Pressure builds at your opening as he pushes his fat mushroom head inside you. He teases you, stopping with only a few inches of his long, veiny shaft inserted. Whining, you clench your inner muscles, trying to draw more of him inside. He spanks your already cherry-red ass cheek.

"You're going to forget your own name after I'm done fucking you tonight," he surges forward, filling you to the brim in one hard stroke.

 His fingers dig into your hips as he moves in a brutal rhythm. Withdrawing until just his tip remains and thrusting in completely, his sac slapping your lips, the bristle hairs at his base scraping against your sore skin. 

"So good." White hot sparks of pleasure burst as he pummels your g-spot - your gummy walls stretched and fluttering.

"Is that too hard, or do you want more?"

"More. Please fuck me harder," you moan as he lifts one of your knees onto the bed, opening you wider. Breathing hard, he goes even deeper. 

"You wanted me to fuck you like this, didn't you?" the sound of skin slapping skin gets louder and the bed frame creaks in protest as it's banged into the wall. 

"Yes, don't stop," you hold yourself up on one arm so you can rub circles around your clit, "I'm going to cum so hard."

"Jesus H…baby," he drives in and out of you fiercely, forcing you further onto the bed, "you always get so fucking tight."

His hands smooth their way to your lower back, pressing down, pushing your ass higher. Your walls cinch tighter around him as your climax builds. Trembling, your insides pulse and clench. He moans loudly as your muscles lock. Your lips part but no sound or air escapes, a tidal force wave of fire floods your body, and you lose all control. Leg muscles spasming madly, your insides milking his cock. He growls as he fucks you through it, trying not to cum until he coaxes every ounce of ecstasy from you. Breath finally bursts from your lungs as aftershocks rocket through you. 

"Still with me?" 

"Mmmhmm," floating on a cloud of bliss, you fight to keep yourself in position, craving his release knowing it will complete your fulfillment. 

"Where do you want me to cum?" his strokes are becoming erratic. He won't be far behind you. 

"My cunt."

"Ah, fuck," he buries himself as deep as he can get, your filthy mouth pushing him over the edge.

"I want you to fill me up until I'm dripping," warmth bursts inside you as he throbs and spurts fulfilling your request.

"Goddam, baby," he teases himself with a few shallow strokes.

The smell of sex and sweat hangs in the air. On shaky arms, you inch forward until his head pulls at your entrance and pops out with a flick. Carefully you lower yourself onto your side and sigh, as you feel his cum leaking out of you. He lies down, still catching his breath, and pulls you against his chest. He kisses your shoulder and slides a finger through your folds to push his cum back inside.

"Have you learned your lesson? Are you still going to tease me the next time we go out?"

"Absolutely," a grin pulls up the corners of your mouth. 

He kisses you again and chuckles.

"That's my girl."

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[buterccup]

GEN Z READER IN TASK FORCE 141 HC

A/N: I saw a couple of these and I couldn't stop trying to find more, and I just love the concept of all these big men trying to understand the reader's humour but I also love how they try to watch over them even though they can easily take care of themselves. Also, do expect the codename to change if I make another one of these but if anyone has ideas please tell me. Anyways I hope this doesn't flop and please enjoy.

Warnings: Dark humour, Suicide jokes, simping, swearing, mentions of parents leaving the reader, basically gen z stuff, usual CoD violence

Character(s): Soap, Gaz, John, Ghost, Price x Gn! reader (And graves kinda-)

Codename: Daffodil

There is no thinking about it you are the youngest and probably the shortest in the task force.

When Laswell first told Price that he will have someone younger than he expected to join the task force he immediately said no, he wasn't going to babysit you.

Plus you looked way too young to be in the army

Little did he know, you got your codename for a reason.

But once Laswell said you were very strong and he could trust you to hold your own and that he had to, he didn't have much of a choice.

And as expected once Price and Laswell introduce you to the boys they were shocked too.

There was a literal child in front of them.

And Soap being Soap he let out a little chuckle earning a nudge and glare from Ghost and an "ahem" from Price

"This is Daffodil, your new rookie. And I warn you don't underestimate them just from their name. Treat them well."

At first you were very quiet and only spoke when spoken to, almost beating Ghost's stoic and quiet nature

To which the rest of 141 joked about quite a lot

but after a while, you started to open up to them which was a nice sign

But the boys did catch onto your humour pretty quickly which caused them to worry for your mental state.

You would start saying suicide jokes at 1 mile per second at every small inconvenience.

"If that happens again I'm going to jump in front of a car- I am going to hang myself- I cannot right now-"

"Kid...It's just paper work..."

"Exactly"

One time you and the group were going after a target and of the guys' men shot you in the arm. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be but it still hurt.

While Soap and Gaz asked if you were okay you were completely hysterical at the moment. So much in fact that you shouted something so stupid before the guy met his inevitable end.

By Ghost too:D

Thanks Ghost<33

"Do you want this back???"

BLAM

"Oop, mans left quicker than my dad."

To say the least, your boys were concerned for you because of that

Even Ghost tried to check up on you every minute or two after they got the bullet out and patched you up.

You all eventually got the target in the end but your boys ended up forcing you to go get your wound checked since a, and I quote, "Crusty dusty" building wouldn't be the best place to pick out bullet fragments.

You came back with one of the doctor's pens because you liked it and claimed you finessed him when in reality he gave it to you because he noticed you staring and you were too scared to ask.

It was a LED cat paw pen

"Gaz what does finesse mean?"

"I don't really know..?"

"What do you mean you're supposed to know-"

One time you shouted slay during a mission once Ghost killed one of the targets.

To be honest, it did make him laugh but Price, on the other hand, didn't understand but he soon got what it meant. Kinda.

With that being said Gaz and sometimes Soap are the go-to when Price or Ghost don't understand what the hell you just said since they are the younger ones.

Which also means you got along better with them

And if they don't understand something they always try their best to find out and find more things you would laugh at.

Soap even goes that extra effort to make memes and send them to you.

But don't get me wrong you love spending time with Price and Ghost.

And speaking of memes you always end up making stupid gifs of Ghost and always end up sending them to the tf141 group chat that you made to annoy them most of the time or Ghost himself where you sometimes end up joke flirting with him

Mans is scrumdiliumcious if you did say so yourself

(Ahem basically the gif at the start of the hcs)

One time you called Ghost Mummy and Soap and Gaz wouldn't stop laughing while Price sighed at the little slip-up.

It wasn't a slip-up.

You defiantly burst into Price's office most of the time too when you have nothing to do.

Even though hearing Price drone on about his paperwork doesn't sound that fun it's nice to hear his voice.

And If you didn't have good parents or were absent most of your life he would never turn you away once he sees you at his door.

This also applies if you have good parents too

From the number of times he had to lecture you and your boys about how you can't have McDonald's after a mission and how it's bad for you is basically allowing him to adopt you.

Once you met Grave one thing kept popping into your mind.

Fix it Felix.

Which didn't really give you both a great start but he warmed up to you sooner or later.

And as much as an asshole he is most of the time he actually gets concerned when he hears one of your suicide jokes.

When he first heard one over coms he made sure to keep an eye on you every so often and even messaged you after the mission was over.

Don't get me wrong Graves is kinda...shitty but that doesn't make him that much of an asshole to not check up on a 'child' when they say something concerning.

And when all your boys are free and there is time you all have a movie night.

It's quite relaxing, it was nice to have these quiet moments with your boys considering your jobs.

Although one time it was getting really late and you all got through 2 movies and you almost looked like you were going to pass out so that's when papa Price came out.

"Papa, more movie."

"No the movie is over, we gotta go.."

"PAPA"

"Oh, Jesus Christ.." (💀)

"Me. Want. More. Movie."

"No Daffo-"

"YOU LIE"

"Kiddo the movie is-"

"Price what did you do-" (🧼)

Once you calmed down and Price realized what you said he cried internally.

Everything was okay in the end though and Gaz had that on camera so they can always look back and laugh at it.

Requests: Open

Part 2!

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 4

Steve Harrington had faced a lot of daunting things in his lifetime. He’d dealt with a lot of intimidating people, criminals of all shapes and sizes, he’d dealt with the lot of them with a calm finesse that earned a level of respect he didn’t really think he deserved. A lot of it was posturing. An insane amount of right out of the gate confidence that covered up just how much of an idiot he could actually be at times.

The confidence was all those people saw. It was his own people that knew how much of an overprotective dork he was, so it was his own people who felt most at ease around him. Like sure, he had Lola, his baseball bat riddled with nails for intimidation, and sure he’d used it a few times, but only in self-defence, and only against the most unsavoury of people.

The last one was Creel, and he hadn’t even been the one to use it.

Seeing the cause of his current insanity just… there, in the flesh, no longer in a groady fast food place uniform, looking good enough to eat well… he was only human.

Forgive him if he forgot how to word for a minute.

Luckily, once Robin recovered, she rose from her seat, rounded it, and motioned her arm as if presenting them to him.

“Steve, meet Eddie Munson and his roommate Chrissy Cunningham, tenants of the block of apartments you purchased. Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, please allow me to introduce my very own single—” she winked at Eddie, both in reference to his own earlier quip about Chrissy, and because hint hint, he’s pathetically single and clearly pining, Steve’s eyes snapped to her face, although she gave him no time to shut her up as she continued “—platonic life partner, Steve Harrington, the guy in charge.” Eddie loved her already, Chrissy was cutely hiding her smile behind her hand. “They’re here asking questions about the letter we sent regarding the rent forgiveness and renovations.”

The one she’d not looked over. The one Nancy had rushed out. The one she wished she’d have seen before it went out just to make sure she had some kind of explanation ready and waiting should anyone pop by asking questions.

“O-oh! Oh yeah, yep, I know, your door isn’t soundproof hence the uhm—the entrance, I can probably answer a few questions, maybe even get some ideas and opinions from you guys, we don’t wanna go into the renovations not knowing what our tenants need so—” he let the sentence just hang there as he motioned out toward the hallway.

“Wait so you’re not just… doing stuff randomly, you want us to basically ask you for things, and you’ll give them to us?” Chrissy asked, rising from her seat since Eddie was still a little struck stupid over the most beautiful man on the planet and the fact that he was single. Eddie was also trying to figure out where he’d seen this guy before too because that was a face you didn’t just forget.

“Well… that’d make the whole process a lot smoother, right?”

Eddie finally shook his head free of his barnacle-like thoughts to ask a very simple, “Why?” If he didn’t have Steve Harrington’s attention before, he did now, those beautiful baby cow eyes staring right into his soul, warming it up like a soul toaster oven. “Ehem—why are you doing this? Why should we believe that you’re just… doing it for the sake of doing it? Nobody is that philanthropic, especially rich people, no offense but that’s like… the opposite of what rich people usually do.” Toaster oven was just slow enough to let him get those icy thoughts out before they could be fed to it to be warmed and buttered up. God he wanted some toast.

“Key word being usually.” Steve shot back, hazel eyes dancing in amusement, criminally handsome smile on his lips, damn him. “They won’t be palaces, they won’t be penthouse suites or comparable to five star suites, but I’d like to make them comfortable, safe, I’d like to make sure the electrics work, the heating system is up to date and make sure you have all the amenities you could need, I’d ask you not to take the piss with your requests, of course… but… if it’s reasonable I’m quite happy to provide it.”

“And what do you want in return for this?” There was always a catch, a devils contract for sure, too good to be true, there had to be a catch.

Steve looked at him for a moment, smile slipping from his face as he looked Eddie up and down, then… a slow, almost deadly grin seemed to curl at his lips, damn near predatory in its appearance, it sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine, dread licking at his bones.

Evil. That was evil, he was—

“Your soul, Eddie Munson.” Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit ho— “snerk” Steve snorted, that expression disappearing, replaced by one drenched in amusement “I’m kidding! You’re so easy, Munson. I’m not the devil, calm down.” Chrissy was giggling, the traitor, Robin looked exhausted, probably used to the antics, Eddie could feel his heart trying to escape his chest through his throat, could feel his cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“You—you didn’t answer my question.”

“I own where you live, I don’t have to answer your question.” Steve winked at him. The beautiful bastard. “I would however love it if you worked with me here. It’d just be nice for my tenants to get along with me, don’t you agree?” He was like some kind of snake, a sneaky little snake, charming but scheming “I’m also buying a local bar too, I don’t intend to change it all that much but—”

“You’re the one buying the Hideout?” Chrissy’s eyes widened, cutting him off as if she couldn’t help herself “why?”

“I want it.” So simple. He really didn’t have to answer any questions. And if he did answer, he wouldn’t give the full story. Suspicious, he was suspicious. “Owner isn’t staying on staff when the purchase goes through though obviously, I believe he’s retiring to the tropics, so I’ll need new staff, wouldn’t happen to know of anyone who needs a job would you?” A scheming, snakey snake of a man.

Eddie didn’t have to play to his tune though “Nope, I don’t know a single person in this whole world who needs a job right now thanks though.”

Chrissy didn’t share his scepticism though, happy to offer a chipper little “we just lost our jobs!”

“Traitor” he hissed.

“Oh hush, Teddy-bear, he’s harmless!” Steve grinned, oh yeah, totally harmless that one “we know a few guys who’d be great at it too, Gareth has bartending experience, remember?”

“Mixing two cocktails at a house warming party does not count as bartending experience.”

“They were good cocktails though, Eddie, you had like, six of them.”

“And I stand by the fact that each one tasted different!”

“But you LIKED them!”

“That’s not how bartending works! They have to taste the same each time!”

“Fine, he knows how to make SIX slightly different cocktails.”

Across the room, Steve leaned just a little closer to Robin just to quietly ask “is this what we look like to outsiders?”

“God I hope not” Robin knew better though, it was exactly how they looked to outsiders.

“Alright guys!” Steve stepped forwards, closer to the bickering pair. “I have quite a bit to do today as you can probably imagine, so how’s about we discuss this further over… say… dinner?” He could feel Robin’s incredulous stare boring holes into the back of his head. Ignoring it. Ignoring it. “You’re both more than welcome.” He was clearly looking at Eddie though.

“I’m busy” Chrissy was quick to answer before Eddie could object “but Eddie… Eddie is totally free, aren’t you Eddie?” His mouth still open from where she’d beaten him to the punch, now looking between them both in bafflement.

“Uhm—I… uh—heh—no, nope, nope not free, not free at all in the slightest c’mon Chrissy let’s just go home!” He grabbed her hand in a flurry of flustered panic “we’ve gotten all we came to get so thanks for the rent free living!” Steve didn’t stop him as he pulled an objecting Chrissy along with him out the door in a rush “We want a dishwasher!” He yelled over his shoulder as he pulled her down the hall to the elevator, leaving Harrington and Buckley behind, missing the exact moment when Robin whacked Steve around the back of the head with her papers, and called him an idiot.

Part 6

[krisluxxeeempress]

VENUS IN 12TH HOUSE | ASTRO NOTES

this placement was requested . . .

Venus in 12th House, can be interpreted in many ways. What immediately comes to mind if this placement is in a natal birth chart, gives me hippie vibes. Reason being, any planet in the 12th house is undoubtably predisposed to deal with loss and confusion, often. Whereas Venus attracts & is attracted to money, sex, people, pleasure, comfort and anything pleasant- depending on the sign Venus is in, the 12th house will ensure an individual with this placement loses it or become confused on their values about all the themes listed above. Hippies, generally have no attachment to things or people and find beauty in everything including the struggle. What someone else who doesn't have this placement considers "the struggle", a Venus in 12th house individual will not. With loss and confusion, there's always a drawn-out process with it therefore, A Venus 12th house individual will always find themselves in relationships (or situationships, rather), workplaces, business dealings, friendships that may not be in their best interest. In addition to, acting out their subconscious or projecting such on others. Venus is superficial and surface level, whereas the 12th house is spiritual, complex, deals with the subconscious, psychology and things HIDDEN (not on the surface)

So, these individuals will have life events happen to them, that usually they create but are unable to see themselves as the cause. Due to not understanding, willingly, other realms because it's not apparent, Venus in 12th house individuals may attract spiritual warfare but, on the surface, will cope by smoking, drinking, spending money, getting involved with questionable people and ultimately trying to escape through others or things that are tangible instead of seeking a deeper meaning of what is going on. Hippies understand and trust there's a higher power or none at all, but I think it's a cop out of actually delving into a true understanding of otherworldly happenings. Hippes LOOK the part but do not really understand.

This is not a negative placement, do not take it as such, i am just explaining this energy. If a Venus in 12th house is spiritual or religious, it's on a surface level and more concerned with LOOKING THE PART but not necessarily LIVING in truth of it. The same concept goes for how they fare in relationships- they like the idea of it but do not want it to be intense, all-consuming or drama filled- which relationships usually are because people think that develops a deeper connection. I digres. A Venus in 12th house, likes the idea and look of things but will not search or understand on a deeper level hence, they also get finessed and bamboozled a lot but again, this is projection because they are really the ones finessing and bamboolising others- with their appearances and act of being someone or something- they aren't.

In relationships, Venus in 12th house will claim to love someone unconditionally, but how, if at the same time they avoid really delving deep to understand and learn someone? Especially the bad, which is often HIDDEN (12th house energy). When the bad appears, these individuals cannot handle it and will take their losses and move on to something or someone more pleasant.

Let's say a Venus 12th house individual wants to buy something; they will usually get ripped off. This may occur because back to the subconscious and projection concept. They may plagiarize, overexaggerate, embellish or overspend with their finances to get the shiny THING, not realizing that they overpaid, or the product isn't what it seemed to be. Think of buying a car because it looks good only to find out LATER that the transmission is about to go.

On a positive note, Venus in 12th house individuals can create beautiful things, like music, art, or anything others would perceive as spiritual or religious (like spiritual bracelets or sell crystals), fashion, designs, makeup, hair , tattoos, or whatever else.

Ultimately, things that make others feel and look good and in turn, they feel they are connected to a higher power or have purpose even if they express it in a superficial manner.