thinking about my faves in a royal au scenario & I thought of prince satoru who sneaks out into the town, disguises himself as a commoner. who grows deeply infatuated with the tavern girl (who doesn’t favor the prince) and lives a double life.
night after night, he swears he’ll come clean, swears that he’ll reveal his true self. that your prior opinions won’t matter because you know the real him. you see the real him.
he promises himself when he makes love to you for the first time, when his limbs are intertwined into yours as your hearts beat in sync.tomorrow, he thinks when he cradles you in his arms. tomorrow.
because who wouldn’t want to be loved by a prince?
except the guards show up and raid your quaint quarters the morning after. swords drawn as you fumble to cover yourself with a sheet. it’s only when satoru commands them to stand down do they listen, but he’s terrified to turn around and see what expression you have on your pretty face.
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despite everything yoongi has been through despite battling depression and anxiety and the stress that comes with being a creative in this shit capitalist world esp a creative who didn’t even have the support of his family despite his accident and his parents’ health scares and all the other traumas he’s endured over the years. he still endeavors to be a healing fairy and a home for people he still writes songs like snooze to reach out to younger creatives like himself so that they hopefully never face the shit he did he still writes beautiful heartwrenching songs about self-love and growth and progression and even his own struggles with mental health so that people facing the same struggles know that they are not alone he is still primarily soft and warm in his heart and holds so much love for everyone around him and for armys he is still such a positive, kind, hopeful, loving force in this world. and i literally don’t have the words to express my gratitude and pride for him for being who he is. i just know that he will always always have my support no matter what
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Gojo gets so drunk off of you whenever you ride him. You think it’s because he’s spoiled, he says he just loves you a lot.
It’s something about being able to lay back, watch how your hips roll against his, how your clit rubs against the white pubes at his base, how your chest heaves with every moan. The way your hands never know what to do with themselves, gripping his shoulders and chest before gripping your own, touching yourself between your legs, holding his cock at the base whenever it slips out.
He feels intoxicated every time you get on top. The only downside about it is—is he can’t really control himself, either. If he doesn’t hold your hips down and take over, then he’s trying to ward off a too early orgasm. Gojo can’t help it, really, everything about you is just so addicting.
Like now—your mouth is pressed against his, your hands are tangled in his hair, your hips slowly grind against his own. It hasn’t even been long enough for that familiar feeling to twist in his lower stomach, for his balls to twitch so soon. His warm hands try to pull you off of him, but you pull them away from your skin, instead pinning them on the headboard beside his head.
“Oh, cmon,” Gojo whines, albeit playfully despite the concerning way his cock begins to throb inside of you. You shake your head at him, lids lowering as you focus on grinding against him, his cock nudging something soft inside of you to make you moan.
“Lemme take over, so you don’t have to do all the hard work.” Gojo pleads, bottom lip pouting at you. But you ignore it, leaning forward to instead nip at his lip, squeezing his wrists in your hands. He could break away from you easily, but it’s something about the control you’re exerting over him that makes his tip leaky.
“Shut up,” you huff softly, hips starting to pick up pace. Gojo twists a little underneath you, biting at his bottom lip as he tries to stave off his oncoming orgasm.
“Baby—“
“I’m not fucking finished with you, so just sit back and take it.” You bite at him, eyebrow screwing up as you try to angle your hips to get some friction against your clit, hands squeezing his wrists tightly. You glare up at him from under your lashes, and Gojo, the slut, has a moment of awakening when you lock eyes.
He cums almost instantly, with a punched out sound emitting from his throat, head thrown back as he gasps out your name. His cock kicks and spurts inside of you, filling you up to the brim and you can only moan at the warming feeling of it. Gojo is loud with every rope inside of you, bright eyes falling closed behind his lids as he leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder.
He catches his breath after a few seconds, and speaks against your sweaty skin.
“Think I might’ve discovered something about myself.” He whispers, circling your waist when you release him to pull you in closer to him, making you both hiss.
“That was nothing new for you, Satoru.” You sigh softly into his hair. He laughs at that, and doesn’t deny it. He thinks he might be more transparent than he realized.
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the way that all the ratgrinders are infamous archetypes of D&D players, but then you get to Lucy Frostblade.
sorry, i’m just enchanted by her. i mean… she’s a character i would’ve played. she’s a gentle soul, a cleric who would revive rats after her party killed them.
was she the “all too kind” player? the pacifist? the one who would refuse to attack and kill, preferring to heal from the back lines? did she study all the buffs and heals she could apply, knowing that was most likely the best way to help? or was she fierce and loyal, protecting her friends with all she had? frivolously keeping them alive, only to be…
i hope we are able to find out more about her. dude, i hope kristen can access cassandra’s forest and meet Lucy and talk to Yolanda again — she did bring them from the beyond to a place to rest, after all.
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