#shes finally here HEHE

[aizawas-dryeye]

➭take it slower, make you lose control (satosugu)**

content: loss of virginity, anal sex, oral sex, teasing, premature ejaculation, top!gojo, bottom!geto, au of some kind idk maybe college, i imagine them being like 19-21

words: 4.2k

ko-fi

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

jus two bros exploring sexuality

uhh also im trying to format my fics different so if this looks like dookie ass then keep it to urself MWAH

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Geto wasn't entirely sure if Gojo was being serious when he proposed they sleep together, after an otherwise casual discussion of sexuality. Now, staring at the 'u comin over?' text, he remembers exactly who he's dealing with. Satoru Gojo isn't one to back down from anything he deems important enough for his time and attention. And it's clear he's invested in this. Perv...

Carding a hand through his hair, Geto sends a quick text back and makes his way to Gojo's dorm. The walk there is agonizing. It's just long enough that the anticipation-induced anxiety starts clawing at his chest, but short enough that he doesn't have time to fully prepare before he's knocking on the door. Gojo opens it with a wide, smug grin on his face that makes Geto wanna crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

The second Gojo opens his mouth to undoubtably say something asinine, Geto grumbles out a "Don't," and pushes into the bedroom. He earns a giggle in response before Gojo turns to splay himself over the bed, all long-limbed and far too cocky about all this.

"Sooooo..." he hums, pulling his sunshades down his nose so he can stare at the younger man with those frighteningly pretty eyes. Geto shudders to think what all he can see with those eyes, especially in this moment.

"Top or bottom?"

There's a beat of stunned silence that makes Gojo throw his head back in a fit of laughter. "Oh come on, Sugu. There's no point in gettin' shy now, right? I mean, we are about to have sex," he says, like it's the most casual thing in the world. The teasing lilt in his voice sets Geto's face ablaze, and his eyes widen so much he's surprised they don't pop right out of his skull.

"Hey now, I never actually agreed to this," Geto huffs out quickly, trying to compose himself, but the way he's awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot under Gojo's gaze is a dead giveaway. The latter takes a second to rake his eyes across his friend's tense body before sucking his teeth.

"You're here, aren't you?"

This is torturous. Leave it to Gojo to turn any situation into an uncomfortable nightmare for Geto. Like he lives to torment him. He doesn't even have time to think of a rebuttal before Gojo is sitting up on the edge of the bed, and beckoning him closer. Not unlike a deadly siren, he thinks, before his feet automatically obey the command.

He makes sure to keep a healthy amount of distance between them; an anxious little display that makes Gojo scoff and pull the man closer by the waistband of his uniform pants.

"Lighten up, Sugu," he purrs, now tilting his head back to look up at him. His expression shifts momentarily, a flash of sincerity across his face that calms Geto's anxiety, if only a little, before falling back into that familiar smugness. "I ain't gonna bite. Unless you want me to. Of course."

The line is so cheesy it actually makes Geto's lips quirk up in a little smile. He rolls his eyes and lets Gojo paw at him, knowing how touchy he is.

"Shut up," he mumbles before glancing around the room— the posters on the wall, the messy sheets— any and everything to avoid looking down.

His thoughts are racing. Is he even ready for this? Obviously he is, he's here and this has been plaguing his mind for months, but it's all so overwhelming and new. Geto's had sex before, sure, but not like this and certainly not with a close friend. Picking at his chipping nail polish, he musters up enough courage to look at Gojo finally. Might as well go all in.

"I think... bottom?"

Gojo grins like the Cheshire Cat and digs his fingers into Geto's hips, surprised at how giving and squishy the flesh is. In one quick motion he flips them so their positions are swapped, Gojo now bending to his knees in front of his cherry red friend.

"Say no more, Sugu!" he chirps. He absentmindedly runs his hands up and down Geto's thighs, unknowingly setting his blood on a fire trail straight to his crotch. If Gojo notices he doesn't say a thing, and Geto can't decide if that's better or worse. "You ever had anything up there? Any of your girlies try to sneak a finger or two?"

Oh god, that makes his cock twitch, just the thought of it. Geto shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing slightly. An annoying little gasp escapes him when Gojo's lithe fingers untie his harem pants.

"N-no," he breathes. "Nothing like that." The sound of Geto swallowing bounces around in Gojo's head like a sparkly little bouncy ball, gets him all excited with anticipation.

"How sweet! You wanted lil' ol' me to pop your cherry?" he giggles, makes Geto cover his face with his palms and groan. Gojo uses that opportunity to slip the waistband of his pants down. Then his boxers.

His eyes widen when Geto's cock springs up and slaps against his lower belly.

"Christ, I'm a little relieved I'm not bottoming now. Thing looks like it could level a city."

Geto's blush only spreads, even yelps when the cold dorm air hits his junk.

"Do you ever shut up?" he grumbles, peeking through his fingers down at the all-too-pleased albino.

"You already know the answer to that, Suguboo," Gojo hums, pouting his lips a little. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leans down so his face is mere inches from Geto's dick; so close he can feel the heat of it on his lips. "But I can think of something to help keep me quiet for a bit."

Geto doesn't even have time to think before his cockhead is enveloped in the tight, wet heat of Gojo's mouth. It shocks him, makes him choke on a gasp before his thighs squeeze around Gojo's lean shoulders. It's not that different from when girls have sucked him off, but in the exact same vein, it's like a whole new world. It's got the same addictive warmth, but it's more practiced. Maybe because Gojo sucks a lot of dick, or maybe it's the simple fact that those with penises know how the organ works better than those who don't. The fact that Geto's balls tighten at the thought of his best friend choking down dick should probably concern him, but his brain is far too fuzzy to care right now.

"O-oh, fuck," is all he manages to get out before his eyes roll into his skull, and he falls back onto his elbows. He swears he feels Gojo chuckle around his dick, and however silly that is, it sends delicious vibrations down his shaft that have his hips bucking up for more.

Gojo complies easily, happily inviting the entire length into his warm, welcoming mouth. When he gags, Geto's hand flies to his white locks to pull the strands by the roots. His grip only tightens when Gojo very slowly begins to bob his head up and down— up and down and up and down— slowly building up speed when he feels the thighs around his head tremble.

"Toru... T-Toru, oh fuck."

The needy hitch in Geto's voice makes Gojo's cock fight against the fabric of his pants. He pulls off his dick with a pop and quickly replaces his mouth with his hand, the sound of lewd shlicking mixes with Geto's heavy breathing like a symphony.

Blinking up at him, Gojo catches the way sweat clings to his forehead and neck already, so gorgeously it makes him bite his lip.

"Think you're ready for my fingers?" he asks, all cheeky.

Geto swallows immediately and nods, letting out a whine that he tries to cover up by clearing his throat. It's utterly humiliating, how he's been reduced to this after some deepthroating. Not that he wants to stop, no, he wants to lean into it like a sunflower turns to the sun.

And Gojo can tell. Any Gojo Clan member worth his salt can easily decipher body language with his six eyes, and Satoru Gojo can see everything. Beneath that shaky, nervous exterior, Geto is about two seconds away from crawling the walls like a horny demon. Without any further urging on his part, Gojo reaches into his bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube. As he warms the lube between his long fingers, he swallows Geto's cock down again, resuming the torturous pace he started with.

He starts by stroking Geto's balls with a freshly slick hand. And slowly, ghosting across his perineum to get him used to the feeling, he provides new sensations cautiously despite his own desperation. Geto stops breathing the second his index finger runs across his hole, slicking him up like a whore, if he's honest.

Then Gojo pulls away again to whisper, "Take a breath for me. Gotta loosen up," and Geto obeys like a trained dog. The stretch isn't unbearable at all, but it's new and it's a lot. It makes Geto's eyes pinch shut, tummy muscles tightening from the intrusion that seems to go on and on.

When his finger is entirely and snuggly fit in Geto's hole, Gojo gives him a grace period to adjust, kissing up and down his cock to distract him from any pain.

It seems like the millisecond Gojo feels Geto's muscles relax, he's pulling his finger back out only to drive it in deeper. He's just stroking his insides for now, making sure to push just right, before quickening the little thrusts.

"See?" Gojo says, excited grin plastered on his glossy lips. "Not so bad, huh?" He's far too adorable to be nuzzling Geto's cock, but here he is, nearly purring with every shaky breath the man above him takes.

"Haah, yeah... mm-hm," Geto whispers. He wants to say more. God, he wants to say a lot more, but he refuses to add to the already mountainous ego Gojo has, so he clamps his hands over his mouth to muffle any noises coming out.

Gojo's determined though, leaning down all inconspicuous like to suck one of his balls into his mouth, humming around it while he easily pushes in a second finger. Geto's elbows give out and he lets his back hit the mattress, sinking his teeth into his tongue to keep from crying out.

"Hmph." Gojo pulls away from his balls with a pout. He immediately reaches up and snatches Geto's hands away. "S'not fair if you hide from me. C'mon, stroke my ego a little. I don't care if you think it's embarrassing."

Geto means to roll his eyes in a bitchy way, but instead they roll back when something inside him is struck, forcing an almost pornographic moan out of him. Gojo's fingers hone in on his prostate and ram against it in quick succession, watching the cock in front of him pulse so hard it kicks up a little. Makes his mouth water so much he leans down and leaves wet, sucking kisses on the tip, like he's making out with it.

"F-fuck you..."

Gojo slows down, "Hnnn..." humming like he's really thinking about it, like he isn't dragging his tongue up and down a cock. "Think you're still too tight for that, Sugu. Wouldn't wanna hurt ya," he teases, in a playful, melodic way.

Even with his words, Gojo squeezes a third and final finger past his tight rim and continues fucking the hole. This time he doesn't give Geto a minute to get accustomed to the stretch, and it makes his whines grittier. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of white hair again to anchor himself as Gojo brings him closer, and closer, and closer—

"N-no, no fuck. Why'd you stop?" Geto whines, chest heaving when Gojo pulls away completely, leaving him feeling uncomfortably empty. He hardly knows what's happening when he's being stripped down, the only thing keeping him sane is Gojo's low, purring voice, all deep like dark chocolate.

"Just wanna make your first time extra special 'n have you cum on this dick." He speaks right against Geto's ear, even gives the stretched lobe a little nibble. Then suddenly, Geto's being forced up and flipped around like a rag doll. "C'mere," Gojo drags him across his lap so he's straddling his naked thighs— when did he get undressed? "Heard riding is easier on virgins."

"I'm not a virgin," Geto snaps, because it's the first thing that pops into his head, and every teasing word out of Gojo's mouth feels accusatory.

Gojo quirks an eyebrow up. "Oh? You let someone else fuck you up the ass before? Careful Suguboo, I might get jealous."

"No, I— Shut up. Y'know what I meant," Geto says, trying to ignore the way his voice cracks. His cheeks are crimson now, completely at a loss for what to do next or where to put his hands. Or where to look. It certainly doesn't help that he can feel Gojo's own erection beneath him.

It's cute, how Geto's eyes dart off to the side, eyebrows all scrunched up with... embarrassment? Overwhelm? Whatever it is, it makes Gojo wanna tease him.

Geto makes a surprised sound when he grips his wrists and guides his hands to rest on his chest, before greedily kneading at his thighs. His hands absentmindedly massage the trembling muscles while snaking up to squeeze his ass just a little.

"You ready? Got you all nice 'n prepped for the real thing," he says lowly, wanting to give no indication of his impatience if he can help it. This isn't about him, after all. Geto sucks in a breath and quickly nods, and that's all Gojo needs.

He reaches a long arm down and snatches the forgotten bottle of lube from the floor and squirts a good amount on his dick, wasting absolutely no time to smush the head up against Geto's hole. It makes the raven-haired man yelp a little and lean his weight on his hands to jump away from the sensation, effectively crushing Gojo's chest.

"C-careful!"

"Hey, alright. Don't run from it, yeah? I'll be slower, m'sorry," Gojo wheezes, pouting his lips in a little apology. He grabs one of Geto's hips in one hand and gently guides him back down to get him used to the slick, blunt end of his cock. Just rubbing between his cheeks and hole, getting the lube fucking everywhere.

The sound of slick squelching is even louder now. The way the cockhead pushes against Geto's hole just enough to stretch it before pulling away is heavenly, and he finds himself grinding his hips back to feel even more. He doesn't even realize Gojo is panting along with him, eyes all glassy, until he squeezes him and curses.

"Fuck— can I? Real quick, it won't hurt. I promise," he begs, pretty lips falling into an O shape when his tip catches on Geto's hole again. It's as if the resistance in his body gives way when he dares to glance down at Gojo, greeted by glassy, crystalline eyes that beg for him. Amazingly, Geto doesn't bust right then and there, and he quickly nods his head only to choke when the first inch of dick is slipped inside.

To be fair, Gojo was right. It doesn't hurt too bad thanks to all the prepping, but it's mind numbing. So much so, Geto's thighs give out and he falls even farther onto the cock already spearing him. The two let out long, almost embarrassingly loud moans in tandem. Like their brains both shut down from the sudden intrusion.

Even though he's a bit more coherent, Gojo still can't stop the way his hips buck up on instinct, chasing more of Geto's addicting heat. It strikes something deep inside him, makes his vision white around the edges as he gasps for air.

"A-ahhh hah, god! W-wait wait wait!"

The coil in Geto's tummy snaps and his muscles contract as Gojo's cock unintentionally forces an orgasm out of him. It happens so suddenly, it's like his body goes into autopilot, unable to do anything but cry out and sink his nails into Gojo's chest to try and ground himself. The shockwaves roll through him like a tsunami, making him tremble and hiccup, unable to do anything but ride it out. He doesn't realize how much he actually came until he blinks his eyes open to find streaks of creamy white all over his friend's abdomen and chest, some even landing on his lips, mortifyingly enough.

Gojo looks positively wicked, staring up at Geto with blown, lusty eyes that almost overshadow the pride plastered all over his stupid face. "Already? Fuck— were you really that pent up?" His tone is teasing, maybe to distract from the dull pain of sensitivity that shoots through Geto. Maybe he's just a dick. Whatever the case may be, he gently helps him ride it out, offering slow, shallow thrusts and greedy hands exploring wherever they can reach.

"Oh, god. S-shut the fuck— nngh! Cocky fucking bastard..." Geto hisses, though his voice pitches up near the end. He feels his eyes roll back a little when Gojo pushes in a little deeper.

"M'allowed to be cocky, ain't I?" he asks, voice like a damn vixen as his tongue darts out to lick at the cum that lingered on his lip. "Just came all over me and you're still hard? You have no idea what you're doin' to me." As if the twitching cock in Geto's ass wasn't proof enough of how Gojo was feeling, he just likes to hear himself talk.

He grips at Geto harder and makes him grind down against his hips, laughing when he lets out a yelp from overstimulation before he relents. Even tucks his hands neatly behind his head and gives Geto a look, as if to say 'go on'.

Geto swallows, lets his heart slow to a gentle thumping in his chest and wills the heat in his cheeks to cool down. Looking down at Gojo for long is still impossible it seems, so he squeezes his eyes shut and hesitantly— very hesitantly— rocks his hips back. The pressure is immense, almost overwhelming. The feeling of Gojo's cock stretching his hole past anything he's ever felt makes him hiss.

The sensitivity of cumming still thrums through his skin but, little by little, it fades and morphs into something euphoric. The stinging stretch gives way to pleasure faster than he'd thought, and soon he's adding more force to his movements. And while it's clear the only thing Suguru Geto has ever ridden in his life is a bike, Gojo can't help but find his sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts charming. He probably should help him, at least guide him by the waist, but the way his berry-pink face is screwed in concentration is downright adorable. It doesn't even matter that his grinding does little for Gojo's own pleasure.

"That's it, that's it Sugu. Take your time."

Even though the words burn through Geto's ears, he doesn't miss the blatant crack in Gojo's voice. How his tone is breathier, even strained, as if he's fighting himself to maintain composure. Now Geto understands the pride Gojo was feeling. It swirls around in his chest, gives him a boost of confidence to move with more precision. Suguru Geto has cracked the almighty god that is The Strongest.

It takes time, but eventually Geto is able to set a steady pace, rocking himself back and forward until the pain of the stretch is gone completely and gives way to pleasure. It's still sloppy, but every other glorious thrust has Gojo's cock gliding near his prostate, not quite there.

"Hmm—! Mmm, fuck," he huffs. He looks like he's about to collapse already, all dazy-eyed and shiny with sweat. The previous orgasm took a surprising amount of energy out of him, but Geto is stubborn. It's like he's forcing his body to keep going, to keep humping his best friend like a dog because it's all he can muster. There's no way he'll be able to make himself cum like this, not after the magic Gojo pulled.

"Here, here," Gojo huffs, his hands scrambling to grab Geto's hips, his thighs. "Lemme help, baby." He tucks his hands under his bottom and lifts him, coaxes him to lay forward, and Geto goes easily. Makes himself right at home in the cozy space between Gojo's neck and shoulder.

This position punches a sob from Geto. It's so much deeper. Deep in his fucking guts, he's almost sure he feels it in the back of his throat.

"O-oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!" His voice is utterly wrecked now. While Geto is always soft spoken with Gojo, this is completely different. It's guttural, raw almost, his tone pitched in the prettiest whine. It makes Gojo clench his teeth, his cock throbbing with every punishing thrust he gives. There's no way he can last like this, not with the way Geto's hole pulses around his dick like it can't keep up. It's honestly a surprise he's lasted this long.

Gojo arches, head digging into his pillow and making a mess of snowy white hair, and lets out a low moan right in Geto's ear.

"Haah... B-better like this, huh? Yeah, I know it. Fuck! Fuckin' know it, baby," he pants, thrusts quickening until the bed frame slams against the wall; it's definitely annoying his neighbors. Fuck 'em anyway, they've never experienced this. Never fucked a hole this sweet and addicting. His teeth are clenched so hard his jaw aches, absolutely nothing on his mind except to keep rutting into the tight, squishy warmth wrapped around his dick.

"Fuck, fuck! Not gonna last."

Geto is too fucked out to even hear him, can only cling to Gojo and whine with drool dripping down his chin. His balls tighten, cum begging to release, and the contraction makes him tighten around Gojo's hardness. It presses the cockhead right against his sweet spot and he sinks his nails into his shoulders. A coil deep in his stomach gives and then snaps, forcing him to gasp, eyes wide and blank as he paints his and Gojo's chest with cum again.

The second orgasm is near torturous, it pushes its way through his nervous system like an electrical wire, making him twitch and moan.

"O-oh fuck, fuck! Cumming! Fuck, cum— mm!" The words are forced out of him before his jaw tightens and he can only whine and growl as he mindlessly humps Gojo's cock to ride it out.

It's all enough. It's all so good. The way Geto cries, the way his ass pulses around his cock like a cunt, just everything. Gojo swears it makes him go blind when he finally cums. His grip on Geto's ass tightens just as his balls draw up as he cums, filling the sweet hole like he's trying to claim it. A thrum of jujutsu fills the air before the lights in his dorm shatter, scattering glass across the floor and bed.

Neither man is conscious enough to care or even notice— though Gojo's infinity switches on out of reflex, shielding them both from the shards— as they work each other through their own orgasms. It's euphoric. Almost magically romantic, but neither would ever admit to that.

Slowly, their bodies relax into one another. Geto still trembles above Gojo, but that's to be expected. The latter on the other hand works on catching his breath, suddenly uncomfortably aware of the sweat dripping down his face, neck, balls. He reaches up and cards a hand through Geto's messy hair, pulling spit-covered strands from his red face. A pleasant chuckle leaves his lips when he glances down at his friend.

"You with me?" he asks, all but coos at Geto, like he was the most precious thing. He musters a nod and his eyelids blink heavily.

"Intense, huh? The first time always is," Gojo says, making sure to keep his voice soft. He shuffles a little and gently lifts Geto so his softening cock slips out. He makes a sound of discomfort that Gojo shushes before he's nuzzling back into his neck.

He pulls the plush blanket over the two of them and makes sure they're both tucked in tight. It's silent for a few minutes as he lets Geto come back to reality and really bask in his newfound experience. He's almost nervous Geto is overthinking or even regretting this before he mumbles something into his neck.

"Hm?"

Geto moves a little and clears his throat. "Said thank you," he says, voice all hoarse and dreamy. Gojo smiles and plants a kiss on his head. Granted all that took place, the kiss wasn't surprising, but it still makes Geto's stomach flutter.

"Of course Suguboo!" Gojo says, his cheery tone mixing with the exhaustion overtaking him. "And I so wouldn't mind doing this again, you know?"

Geto snorts and pokes him in the rib.

"Perv." His voice is sarcastic, but a small part of himself cringes because the thought of doing this again with Gojo fills him with heart pounding excitement. He shouldn't be this ready to possibly become fuck buddies with his best friend— maybe more— and that realization shocks him. Fuck, they really need to talk about this, but for now, Geto hums and snuggles closer to Gojo, basking in his body heat, and lets the soothing feeling of him playing with his hair lull him to sleep.

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 82-85)

THAT LAZYBONES!!

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[kayascodelorio]

good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck) / you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[sweetestflow3rs]

♡ NOEL THE VENDOR ♡

A rejected "PC", now become NPC. Can be found in Connudatus Street Stalls & the bus stop in the Forest at Midnight to 4AM. They seem to be ordinary, but all the customers lined up seem to regard her with a certain politness, perhaps even fear. Proceed with caution.

For more info regarding Noel below:

Noel was formerly a student and orphan named Riley, who was the town's rising track team star, being the best amongst her peers. Despite her popularity, though, it was agreed by most that Riley kept a small handful of friends. One in particular being a fellow orphan who was a few years older than her, before they eventually went missing; and Riley then, after.

Some assume it was due to grief, some think she was swooped away by what took her friend.

The reality of it being that Riley has always been someone with a hyper sense of awareness. Since she was little, she knew something was deeply wrong with the Orphanage: seeing the people frequent in and out of her older friends' rooms, the whispers of payment, debts. Eventually, hearing whispers of bodies found in the woods.

Hearing nothing for weeks regarding her friend's disappearance, she went looking and amongst the numerous shallow graves, Riley found the corpse of her friend. Spiraling into the worst mental breakdown, the night was a blur.

But, it can be agreed, that amongst the blood coating her body, dragging her feet to an abandoned home in the Moor, that Riley was no more.

Noel as a person is someone who always seems... off. For being someone that some in the criminal underground whisper carefully about, Noel often speaks hesitantly, unsure. As if gauging whether or not what they are saying is going to garner the right response. Often cagey, never really one to talk about themselves and often giving short, dry responses. Or just silence.

However, as the PC gets to know Noel, they come to find out that Noel is actually quite easily irritable. Squinting, and sighing at the slightest inconvenience and yelling and hitting at the largest ones. To Noel, everything can be solved with some form of violence.

They aren't really one to tell jokes, and aren't impressed by them either. Noel is actually quite a serious person.

Though Noel values themself and their survival above all else, at high love, Noel can be consider doting on the PC. Often fixing frayed clothing, 50% chance of being carried back to rest in her home if you pass out in the streets, and having a figure to vent to that won't say "that's terrible! i wish i could help you!" or "i should've been there!", but rather instead "why are you struggling so much? i sell weapons, buy the weapons i sell, use them, i am selling them for a REASON-"

SPECIAL TRAIT

Noel's special trait is her Paranoia.

On immediate first encounter, Noel's Paranoia is 100%. Any little action can increase Noel's Paranoia and the only way to lower it is by constantly interacting with her without doing any actions that would garner the wrong attention to her. ( Police, Bailey, etc. )

This takes time, and can take awhile for Noel's Paranoia to go down, making the process a bit tedious.

However, it does pay off, as Noel with low Paranoia will give the PC discounts at their store, give them protection charms for free and offer their home as a safehouse if they ever need it. They'll even take the mask off for the PC.

ROMANCING

Noel is... difficult to romance.

Due to having a volatile nature that is prone to violence and mania, romance is the furthest thing from their mind. And sex is almost non-existent in their head. If the PC tries to do promiscuous actions towards Noel, it decreases their love drastically as they are in fact, mostly repulsed by the acts of sex. They tend to sigh, and give the PC a tired look, or one of disdain depending on the love level.

And PCs with high exhibitionism, if approaching Noel with little to no clothing; the sexual act of it flies over her head. Instead, she urges you to buy clothes at her shop, dropping the price drastically so you don't run around the town nude.

However, sexual acts are still possible with Noel. It will simply have to be done in the condition of "fuck or die(not literally)", which, she will complain the entire time.

DISMISSING

it is possible to dismiss Noel when they are at 0% Love and 100% Paranoia. If Noel is convinced that the Player is a threat, Noel will try to make attempts on the Player's life; either indirectly or directly.

To protect themselves, the Player can either go to Bailey or the Police, creating two branches of Dismissal.

Telling Bailey results in Noel going missing for a week, before appearing again at her storefront. If the PC tries to approach, Noel will deny any interaction or offer of service, saying that their new employer has told them not to sell to any of their wards. Buying & Bonding with Noel will be locked out, and protection wards can longer be bought.

Telling the Police, however, results in a unique, variant event. During Avery's Poker Date Night, if Avery wins and brings the PC to the Elk & Fox party, when the sacrifice is being chosen, they notice a commotion coming from the guards and guests, with guards being beaten and bleeding on the floor. Numerous guards have to storm in to hold down & drag the surprisingly small sacrifice to the center of the room, a familiar face peeking out. Before they are sacrificed into the rift, Noel still has enough anger & fight in them to snatch off the masks of Remy & Harper, revealing their faces to the party, before grabbing another unsuspecting guest and dragging them into the rift with her. With the glare she sends the PC's way, full of vindication and rage, it felt like she was trying to grab at the PC, but took what was closest.

Noel will no longer be available in any way. Her character card only saying: "Noel has been sacrificed."

[sysig]

my 2nd request !! The skeleton brothers wearing matching pajamas :D

Day 13 - The Friendship Brothers

[gomzdrawfr]

Bam bing bong, summary of my doodles in 2024

[leviiackrman]

YAVANNA TREVELYAN - Dragon Age: Inquisition [full colour]

more art || character page || commissions

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[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OC: Macha Richter // feat. Vinnie Gallo gifting her a Mustang because WHY NOT

Little headcanon around that: Vinnie prefers motorcycles and he also repairs and restores them, even having them in his apartment at times.

But he knows, his woman loves a good car and driving through NC with Body Heat radio playing. So he restored that beautiful Mustang for her and he was in over his head and it took him way longer than expected (her birthday is May 30th) but she doesn't mind one bit because she got the full Vinnie experience (TM) on her birthday and this car is the proverbial huge cherry on top.

[marblerose-rue]

ten years ago today i made my fursona :-D

[bespectacledpaladin]

A lil gallery of gposes of Lila in her Heavensward look!

I honestly love this look so much, I have such a weakness for long coats

[todareistodo]

hopkins & filbert ♡

[shellysaurus-rex]

summoner law in the exharchic casting set ✨

[angel-bubbles]

the hat rule

this has been a doozy and will definitely have multiple parts because i can't shut up about these fools but i needed to get this out into the world >:3 more coming i promise

read on ao3!!

David, Angel, Sam, and Darlin' are going out, sweet little moments ensue :)

Part One - David & Angel

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“It’ll be fun!” Angel’s voice echoed around the two of them as they dragged the end of the word out. David looked down at them skeptically which only caused their scheming smile to grow.

“I think our definitions of fun are different.”

Angel was leaning haphazardly against the wall of their bedroom pulling their beat up old cowboy boots on while David watched from the door. He hadn’t ever seen them in this outfit, to be honest he didn’t even know they owned boots like that. To his credit, Angel kept them in the back of the closet safely tucked away in a box so they wouldn’t get lost or tossed. 

Once they got their jeans situated they popped up and walked over to the mirror, not missing the way David’s eyes followed them carefully. 

They nodded in approval at the sight of their outfit before spinning on their now heeled foot to get a proper look at him. When they saw that he hadn’t moved even a little bit from his post in the doorway they threw their head back and groaned, giving him the best puppy dog eyes they could muster.

“Come on, I already told Sam you were coming!”

“Oh I know, you haven’t stopped talking about it all week.” Angel sighed and finally made their way towards him. His shoulders were stiff and his eyebrows furrowed, but when his eyes met with theirs there was a certain softness in them. They took a few steps and wrapped their arms around his neck, staring up to meet his gaze.

“If you really don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I know it’s not really your thing.” They said softly. “I can always say something came up. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” David sighed at their reassurance, letting the stiffness from his shoulders loosen as he gently placed his hands on their hips.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go I just-” He cut  his sentence off with a frustrated growl and shook his head. “I don’t know any of the fancy dances or anything. I’m gonna look stupid.” 

Angel smiled knowingly at the confession and leaned up on their toes, placing a reassuring kiss to his lips. His grip on their sides tightened holding their foreheads together even after their lips had separated. 

“You think Tank knows the dances?” Their voice was lilted with laughter but they managed to hide it as they imagined the two wolves fumbling around on the dance floor. David’s eyebrows furrowed again and he pulled his face back from theirs so he could properly look at them.

“They’re actually coming?” The disbelief in his voice caused Angel to laugh for real this time, but they nodded their head, only causing David to blink owlishly at them, seemingly at a loss for words. “How the hell did you two manage that?” 

Angel shrugged and carefully pulled themself away from him, grabbing his hand in the process and pulling him with them. He easily followed, letting his mate lead him into their shared walk-in closet. Really, if he didn’t want to follow them he could have easily stayed put, but he liked to humor them from time to time. 

“Sam did all the heavy lifting on that one. Plus, I might have let it slip that you had already agreed.” David scoffed a little, dropping their hand as they started digging through his side of the closet.

“Mmm, and when exactly did I agree?” Angel turned with a hanger in their right hand and a pair of blue jeans in their left as they smiled their trademark shit-eating grin and shrugged their shoulders again.

“Right now.” 

David laughed at their expression and shook his own head as he took the clothes from their outstretched hands.

“That took you all of two seconds, you snot.” 

“I’ve been picturing it all week.” 

Their words had him raising an eyebrow over at them only to find them rummaging through the closet again. He slowly changed,very aware of the feeling of Angel’s eyes on him as he did so.

“I know you’re watching, perv.” He said over his shoulder, only to be met with a small laugh from the depths of the closet.

“I know.” They called, only causing his smirk to widen as he pulled on the black shirt. He glanced in the mirror before finding his mate digging around through their clothes.

“Don’t people wear like, I don’t know, flannels and shit to these things?” Angel peeped their head out of the corner they were digging in and let their eyes roam their mates body. David felt his ears warm up from the look in their eyes alone but simply quirked an eyebrow at them. 

Once their eyes met his own again their cheeks were also flushed, clearly forgetting he had even said anything. He laughed a little, trying to hide the butterflies he had in his own stomach as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Head out of the gutter, trouble maker.” 

His words seemed to snap Angel out of their trance and they shook their head and bit their lip to hide their smile.

“Um-” They paused to clear their throat which only caused David’s smirk to grow tenfold, but Angel quickly found their confidence again, playing off the whole interaction like it was nothing.

“Sometimes, yeah. A lot of people will be wearing them and if you want to you can. But, it’s gonna get hot in there. And you already look hot in that.” They said matter-of-factly. David hummed in response, still noting the warmth in their skin but opting to not mention it as they go back to rummaging through their closet. After a few more minutes of watching them destroy their closet he grumbles under his breath, taking wide strides to stop them from their frenzy.

“What could you possibly be looking that hard for?” Angel spun and looked up at him with a frown sitting on their lips.

“I was hoping I had my old hat. I uh, let’s say I borrowed it for simplicity's sake.” They were talking animatedly with their hands, the way they did when a story would devolve into a hundred other stories at once but David couldn’t help cutting in. 

“You stole it?” 

“I didn’t steal it per say, but you know the hat rule. And I was in college, took it off some dude’s head and he uh. He let me keep it.” They wore a proud smile on their face and David found himself groaning out loud.

“You were gonna wear some old fling’s hat?” He said incredulously to which Angel’s smile only grew and they shook their head.

“No. I was gonna make you wear it.” Their tone was light and easy but David felt his eyebrows shoot upwards at the idea. Only to then be surrounded by their laughter as he walked away from them. 

“As much as I would love that,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “I’ll pass.”

“Davey,” they said, dragging the end of his nickname out. They didn’t follow him in to the main portion of their bedroom though, still staring confusedly up at the looming shelves of their closet. “I swear I had it when we moved.” 

The words were spoken under their breath but he found himself wracking his own brain for any memory of a hat. How had they managed to live together for over two years and he didn’t know they had an entire get up just sitting in the closet? 

When Angel finally re-emerged from the closet they did so with a sigh, their body sagging in disappointment. David watched as they came and slumped down onto the bed next to him, plopping their head onto his broad shoulder. 

“Is there a reason you need this mysterious hat?” He said, subtly leaning into the warmth their smaller body exuded. They did their best to shake their head given the position the two were sitting in, their frown cementing on their mouth.

“You’d just look really hot in a cowboy hat.” 

Their words were spoken like it was a known fact, and not them proclaiming his level of attractiveness. The gall of it pulling a laugh that resembled a snort from him. 

“Mhm. Is that so?” Angel nodded before pulling their head up, straightening their spine again.

“I had a whole vision.” 

“One that included your ex’s old hat.” He deadpanned, only causing Angel to laugh in response. 

“Technically not my ex,” David glared in their direction, causing their smile to grow tenfold, “but, I guess yes. In my defense I don’t see any other hats sitting around here!” 

“I could ask Sam if he had an extra hat for you but… you know the rule.” Angel said and there’s a smug glint in their eyes that causes the heat to climb up David’s neck again. 

“Jesus– you are a menace you know that?” But his words were met with a shit-eating grin and he shook his head in disapproval. 

Finally popping up from their spot on the bed they straightened their shirt, extending their hands to David, pulling him to stand in front of them. They wordlessly placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving him standing there, watching them walk out of their room.

Emphasis on watching them leave, entranced by their retreating figure. He would have to be sure they didn't shove those pants back into whatever corner they were hiding in after tonight. 

Sighing he willed himself to move, making his way to the closet. He had boots, a pair that was absolutely beat to hell and back and pulling them on confirmed that they were definitely on their last leg. His dad wore them everywhere and though David had outgrown every other thing he had left behind, the old boots still fit perfectly. 

Growing up he had asked his father a million and one times why he wore boots, and his father had dodged the question a million and two times. Now David thinks he just didn’t have an answer, no real reason why he did. Hell, if someone came up to David and asked him why he wore the shoes he did he wouldn’t have an answer. Because they’re practical? 

Were cowboy boots practical? Did Gabe find them practical? Even wearing them now he found it hard to believe his dad found comfort in them. Maybe it was because they weren’t his own, but they felt foreign to him, like he wasn’t meant to be wearing them at all. 

He found Angel in the kitchen, perched on the counter with a half eaten apple in one hand and their phone in the other. Their feet were swinging a little as they bit into the fruit, not noticing David’s presence. 

Though they must have seen his figure approaching them because they looked up just as he settled himself between their dangling legs. Their eyes practically twinkled when they looked up at him, gently placing their food and their phone down on the counter. 

“Tank has an old hat you can wear.” They lifted their arms to settle on his shoulders, shamelessly looking his body up and down, reveling in how much they liked that shirt on him. He hummed in acknowledgement before tipping their chin up and quickly claiming their lips with his own. 

The air was thick as his hands traveled up and down their body while theirs got lost in his hair, holding him close. The kiss lasted a lot longer than it should have, his lips trailing down the curve of their jaw and latching onto their neck both losing track of time. 

“We’re gonna be late.” Angel’s words were breathless as they finally gave in and guided David’s head to be level with their own again. His hair mussed and his pupils dilated as he smirked down at them watching the way their own face flushed with heat. 

“Tank’s version of ‘on time’ is 45 minutes late.” He said simply causing them to laugh and gently pushing him away from them. 

“But Sam’s version is at least 15 minutes early, maybe they’ll meet in the middle.” David hummed again, helping Angel down from the counter. 

“My Angel, actually worried about being on time? Are you sure you're feeling okay?” The small smile curved at his lips as Angel balanced on their toes and fixed his hair back to how he liked it. Or as best as they could. They were certain he would fix it all over again once they got in the car. 

“I’m excited! I haven’t gone dancing in a long time.” 

“Mhm, you’re just excited to watch me make a fool of myself.” Angel beamed up at him as they regained their balance on their feet feigning innocence.

“Well not just you. I’m excited to see Tank too.” 

David watched as Angel scurried out to the car after their comment, laughing to themself. He couldn’t help but feel a smile lining his own mouth as he watched them.

“You’re such a shithead.” He muttered under his breath, quickly snagging his keys out of the bowl on the counter and following them out the door. 

[ptanalo]

I drew my friends while we were on call :')

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Traintober Day 17: Holiday

Ivo’s first Halloween 🎃 👻!! His driver, Kara Cupper will go all out for her little engine/sibling/brother/son figure . If he wants to be painted like a jaguar 🐆, she’ll decorate him as one!! Lowkey inspired by that fact that a few of Ivo related content had something to do with safari (his only wooden railway toy with the zoo hippo 🦛 , Ivo’s Hugh Hunt/Safari, etc).