#Cocoa-Touch

[cookie-lore-keeper]

I have a strong urge to write a fanfiction about Mint Choco Cookie trying to ask Cocoa out on a date, but he's really nervous and Sparkling Cookie is his wing man but also it has Cocoa's POV as well and it shows Wedding Cake Cookie doing the same thing as Sparkling but I have a track record of not finishing fics😭

Alsoo....

LOOK AT SPARKLING AND TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BE MINT'S WINGMAN. Istg, he's been shipping these two since day one.

[kazunarei]

I'm so sad

I didn't want to fight Cocoa cause she cute.

Now I don't want to fight her cause she's kicking my ass. (´。＿。｀)

[ashmp3]

when will i find the perfect mini black skort that is not shorts in the back…

[solangelo-cocoapuffs]

The cacodemons now demigods?!do they have powers?who is they're godly parent?Do they go to school or they go to camp half blood to train?How is nico and will taking this?

[beyblaiddyd]

My hands and feet are so cold here feel [chases you aro8nd the room]

[phoenixinthefiles]

Not y’all arguing over Jesus being white or not at Christmas time 👀👀👀👀

If you don’t sit down somewhere…

[blacksmithgendry]

i miss yapping on here and i wanna know what y'all are up to :)

reblog with your sign and something you're looking forward in the near future.

[hellcatinnc]

A Cold Night Under The Blankets

Warning This includes: NSFW/SMUT (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: nsfw, fluff, mature themes, touching, consensual, smut, impey barbicane, code: realize, otome, clitoral play, masturbation, pining, touchstarved, impey x reader, impey barbicane x reader, edging, cum control, fingering, cock stroke, vampire biting, vampire, vampire sex, spooning sex, begging

Word Count: 2,116

Prompt List Words Used: touching under the blanket, cup of hot cocoa, favorite blanket

Feature: Impey Barbicane x Fem! Reader

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Its a cold night only a few weeks from Christmas. The tree is glistening in the dark room and fireplace is lit. Its such a cold night you have a cup of hot cocoa in front of you that you been sipping off of while having you favorite blanket wrapped around you. Been waiting all day for your love to come home. He has been busy working with Fran like always trying to figure out the next cool thing they can invent but it leaves you cold and lonely this winter night.

It was nearly close to midnight when you heard him walk through the door. You had already drank your hot chocolate still wrapped in your blanket on the couch dozing in and out of slumber. He saw you there waiting for him and he felt bad that he lost track of time. He scoops you up taking you to the bedroom and putting you in bed leaving your blanket wrapped around you. He kisses you on your head and gets ready to walk out the room when you reach out grabbing his hand. He looks down at you with a warm smile.

"Hey sleepy head, I'm sorry it took me so late getting home to you." He sounded so apologetic and you knew he meant what he said. Impey always cares about your needs just when him and Fran get together sometimes they lose track of time. "Come lay with me, my love." Your voice whispers in the cold room. He smiles then crawls in bed next to you. Your favorite blanket still wrapped around you, pulling around him too now. He leans in to kiss your forehead, he is always taking such good care of your heart.

Its been a few months since you two moved in together and you have yet to do anything sexually, he is such a gentleman but at the same time its hard to know if he wants you like that. He loves you and cares for you but he is never inappropriate with you at all. Being a gentleman is great but the entertainment you have gotten so far is walking in on him in the shower and that just left you pining for sex from this man since. Your touchstarved and you long to be fondled by him.

You never know how to bring it up because he is always so sincere, he is the guy that kisses softly not passionately, the guy who holds you door open, or calls you pet names. Even when he carried you to bed he had planned to cover you up and then go sleep on the couch not to disturb you. Yes you sleep in the same bed together but you still haven't crossed the line into sexy time with him. He wraps his arms around you snuggling you when you decide to make this happen on your own. You're tired of him not being dominate enough to take action.

You're laying with his arms wrapped around you and the warm covers on you, at least your nice and warm however you're getting ready to heat things up more. You push your body against his you hear him softly gasp as you grind your ass into his crotch. You wait for his reaction but it never comes, he never touches you more, he never even pushes into you or grinds his body back on you. Then you decide to reach your hand under the covers and slowly start rubbing him between his legs. You then hear in this dark room a gasp and heavier breathing as you continue.

You can tell this is doing something to him your just hoping its enough to make him touch you back. You feel his cock start to throb and start pushing against his pants. You turn around facing him seeing the expression on his face you can see the lust in his eyes but you can also tell he is trying to fight the urge from ravaging you right then. You unbutton his pants as a wicked little smile appears on your lips. You can tell he wants it just as much as you do but he just needs to be pushed a little more to take charge, or who knows maybe he wants you to control it all.

You decide to take it further you pull his throbbing large prick from his pants and he softly moans to your touch. You start to stroke him and his groans get louder. The quiet room and all that can be heard is his heavy breathing now with soft groans and the friction from your hand touching him under the blanket. It doesn't take long of hearing him before you can feel your pussy getting so wet for him. Your body yearns for more, to feel him more. You kiss his lips "Do you like that?" You whisper these naughty words into his ear and he bout drools at the satisfaction you are giving him, he can't get anything to come out of his mouth all he can do is nod yes to the pleasure.

You have never heard Impey not have something to say, he is always so talkative but you have found a way to get him out of his own mind and to start thinking with whats between his legs. Before you know it he has leaned in kissing your lips with more passion than you have felt from him til this day. You're caught off guard but it doesn't take long to fall into them warm passionate kisses and how his tongue is now heating your mouth up with his saliva. You muffle your own moans by this and continue to stroke his cock. The faster you do it the more reactions you get from him like that he is going to lose control at any moment and have his way with you.

The longing for these touches have gotten to you. How much more can you take with out feeling him inside your hot wet hole. Your body yearns for him then you feel his fingers sliding down between your thighs. "Yes, Yes, Yes!" is all you can say as you feel him coming close to your wetness. As his fingers slide into this sopping mess you have between your legs you let out a large moan stroking his cock harder and faster. You can feel his precum dripping on to your fingers you know if you keep going like this he won't last long. He surprises you though he takes your hand off his member and wraps both arms around you now.

The warmth of his body burning into every inch of you. He rolls you around facing away from him keeping his fingers buried into your pussy he takes the other hand playing with your round hard nipples. His lips start to touch your neck as you push against him you have never felt this much passion between you but you had lost all control he could do anything to you at this point. The more he kisses your neck the heat from his breath sending shivers down your body. The whimpers coming from your lips as he rubs your clit making you squirm with pleasure. He softly pinches your nipple as he feels your body muscles start to tense.

He can tell he is going to make you cum and he suddenly has gotten a interest in making you cum to the sound of his voice. Impey has never been overly dominant he lets you do much of anything you want but this moment he whispers in your ear "Cum for me, NOW!" Your body reacts in a way you never thought it would. You feel a wash of pleasure hit every ounce of your body as your wetness grows around his fingers that he is plunging in and out of your hole. You moan uncontrollably feeling your orgasm hit its peak. He doesn't stop though he keeps rubbing your clit sliding fingers in and out of your drooling pussy wanting to get it so wet it will drown his cock in your juices.

He brings you to your breaking point on the edge over and over again, you're so soaked with your own cum your thighs are soaked in it. The smell of your juices fill the room and he still has yet to stop. You long for something to make you shake from this pleasure. Impey is a vampire and you two never really touched upon it much but you told him once you wouldn't mind him biting you, well guess he remembered. He got you to a point where you were going to cum hard again he grazes his fangs against your skin teasing you with them. He has yet to bite yet but that was enough to make you explode again.

You find yourself now begging him for more. "Please, please fuck me! I need to feel you so deep!" You mewl over this like a cat in heat needing it, wanting it, craving something, craving him to be deep in your folds you have to have it. He doesn't leave you begging before long before he spreads your legs and slides his cock to your entrance from behind. You whimper at the size of his cock you can already tell it is going to break you with its massive size, but you want it still. He starts to push himself into you its slightly painful at first with his size but he keeps pushing in deeper. You feel it stretching your walls to squeeze his cock so tightly.

After he is all inside you he starts to thrust slow at first making your body squirm and feel like its on fire. You moan louder begging him to fuck you harder and he complies. He starts thrusting harder and faster into your fuck hole he feels your pussy tightening on his cock which makes him groan louder. You can't take much more before your juices start flowing down his cock dripping on to his balls as he keeps plunging deeper into you. Its not hard to see he was holding back until this day and now he couldn't get enough of you.

Right when you're on the edge this time you don't hear him saying anything you just hear his heavy breathing as he bites into your neck making your little pussy gush with your juices, turning you on like you have never felt before. You can't take it not only do you cum but your body continues to cum, multiple orgasms spewing out of your body as you can feel your blood slowly drip down your neck. He slams faster and harder into you then you feel him stop, he then pulls out and slams it back in making your body convulse. He lets go of your neck with his fangs then plummets his cock in and out of your wet hole. He can feel your pussy tightening around his cock milking his throbbing manhood with every time you cum more.

He can't take it any longer he thrusts one more time into you releasing his hot seed so deep in your womb you both are pure shaking. He holds you tight after as both of you try to recover from everything that just happened and catching your breath too. Your favorite blanket was now covered in both juices from the each of you. He pulls out letting both your juices mix and spill out on to the sheets. You roll over facing him and your met with a smile with blood stain on his chin. Weirdly enough you find it quiet hot that he gave into that animalistic instinct while fucking you.

He holds you whispering into your ear "I have wanted to do that for a long time now." You are surprised by his confession you always assumed maybe he didn't like this kind of affection or just wasn't interested enough in you and hear this all changes. "Why did it take you so long." There was no way you couldn't ask this question because its why for months you have felt a bit lonely. He chuckled "I didn't want to scare you or hurt you. I wanted you to be ready for me." You realized he was the same man you fell in love with, he was always worried about you and what you could handle. There was no doubt this man was the love of your life. You met his smile as he pulled you close holding you as you two fell asleep in each others arms.

[slippery-soapbox]

I saved you, now you save me.

thinking about the mirrors and reflections that dark swan could have given.

[beaniebitch69]

ok soooooooo

[novaimperia]

★ popular girl!reader distracting nerd!nanami during a study session

“p-please don’t. you have to pay -ngh- attention,” nanami mutters, hands waving in the air frantically, unsure where to land. 

under the desk, you mouth at his cock – he’s being so boring, reading off the textbook and bossing you around. so, of course you had to take matters into your own hand, or rather, into your mouth, to liven things up. otherwise you would have lost your mind in boredom. “no, i want to have some fun.”

“but you promised me that after i -ah s-slow down- after i ate you out you’d work hard for an hour.” the nerd’s mouth is saying no but his cock is throbbing yes in morse code. he really ought to be more honest, especially when you can tell he showered right before you came; his hair is slightly wet, his skin supple and smooth, smelling of cocoa butter, and his cock of lavender soap. 

mouth full of his heavy balls, you tease, “i am working hard, kento. you think milking your pathetic cock is easy? hmm?”

nanami flushes a pretty pink, teeth biting into the plump of his bottom lip, desperate to stop the groans and moans from leaving his mouth. unable to help himself, his hand flies down to your hair and faces an internal battle: to push you away or to pull you down his long length until your nose is buried in the blond hair at his base. 

“this is -oh, f-fudge- unfair. ngh! i-if you fail the exam, you’ll -hah- get mad at me.”

that’s true. last time you failed, you didn’t speak to him for a week, choosing to ignore him on campus, and you certainly never let him touch you, not for quick hookups in the janitor’s closet or in the toilet stalls, not for a handjob in his car or some pussy eating behind a tree in the fields behind the science labs. honestly, you weren’t even planning on torturing him like that – you knew it was your fault to begin with – but he gets so needy and pitifully sensitive when you finally give him attention, almost as if he craved to be punished, to earn you and your pussy. 

nanami would rut his softening cock into your pussy well after he came, driving himself into oversensitivity until he’s shooting blanks and drooling all over your chest. he’d whimper your name over and over again, moaning about how he missed you, how he’s sorry and he’ll tutor you better so please don’t replace him. then, when you mercifully give him another chance as you push him back to sit on his face, he whines ‘thank you’ endlessly right against your clit.

in a lot of ways, it was actually a reward for him. 

you’re charitable like that. 

“ugh, shut up, nerd. hurry up and cum down my throat so you can eat me out again. if you do a good enough job, i’ll go through a practice paper with yo–mghm!.”

his hands shove your head down his cock, suffocating you and making you gag, eyes watering. hips thrusting up in unrhythmic pulses, nanami practically uses you like a fleshlight. when you give him these kinds of commands, it’s hard to tell whether he’s more pleased about you actually doing some studying or if he’s eager to have you sit on his face again. either way, you suppose, you’re both getting what you want. 

when he finally paints your throat white with his salty spend, you come to straddle him, pinching his chin. thoroughly pavlov’d, his jaw hangs wide enough for you to spit his own cum back into his mouth. he swallows. his eyes roll back. “hmm, you’ve been -hah- chewing cherry bubblegum again. you know what that does to me.”

“i don’t know what you mean, kenny baby.”

something begins to grow hard again beneath your ass. 

pathetic. 

[damneddunya]

Snowflake & Cocoa's weekend adventures 🐇

[ineffably-poetic]

the way he raises his eyebrows, looks away and blinks to prevent tears, and still gets choked up. his voice goes up in pitch a bit when he says they’ve been pretending to not be a team.

he’s been waiting 6000 years to say this. and under these circumstances, after what aziraphale said? it’s too much.

the acting is superb in this scene. it’s so good.

inspector constable, I would like to report a murder

the way Crowley keeps tilting his head up during the confession

the way he tilts it up even more just before putting on his glasses

he is crying by then, and he doesn’t want the tears to roll down

[bourbontrend]

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[beyblaiddyd]

Freezing to death even under blanket goodbye every1

[whenstarsundress]

hello! i wanted to ask if you could write a scenario where the boys find the reader's self harm scars that the reader has been hiding for years? i know it's a difficult subject and feel free to ignore this ask or change up the request however you wish if it's something you're not comfortable with. no pressure at all! my favorites are zayne and sylus but i'm not picky, you can write the prompt for someone else if you'd rather! your writing is amazing and i really appreciate you sharing your work! :)

an: thank you for trusting me with this request, wherever you are, I’m sending you love.

sylus – protective, soft but quietly wrecked

he didn’t mean to see. he was tracing your skin with those featherlight touches. his usual calm reverence written into every movement.

but then his fingers stilled. “…angel,” he murmured.

you froze. he didn’t ask what it was. he already knew. his jaw clenched and for a second his fingers tightened around you. but when you tried to move, tried to hide, he caught your hand and kissed the scar instead. then another, and each that he could find.

“this… this doesn’t scare me,” he said thickly. “but it hurts that you went through something like that alone.”

he held you all night and whispered that he was proud of you. that you were still here. that he’d protect you from every shadow, including the ones in your own heart.

zayne – devastated, gentle, desperately wants to understand

he spotted it when you were changing. your shirt had barely lifted before he saw the marks. his entire expression dropped, his entire body went rigid.

“…baby?” his voice cracked. “can i… ask you something?”

you turned away, but he rushed to you. not to demand answers or to see, but to wrap you in his hoodie, pressing his forehead to yours.

“i’m not mad,” he whispered. “i just… i wish i’d known. i could’ve held you when it was bad. i still can. please don’t hide from me.”

that night, he made you hot cocoa and wrapped you in his clothes, in his blanket, in his arms. and let you talk or cry or say nothing at all. he sat beside you on the floor, lacing your fingers together, as if to silently say, “you’re not alone anymore.”

caleb – quietly fierce, immediate emotional anchor

he noticed the scars when you reached to grab something. you didn’t even realize until you saw his eyes on your wrist. he didn’t speak right away, because what do you say when the love of your life was hurting and you didn’t know?

“tell me who hurt you,” he said. “and if it was you… tell me what made it feel like the only choice.”

his voice didn’t carry judgment. just fury that something in this world—something in your past, or even right now—could carve that pain into someone he loved. he kissed the skin gently and said, “scars don’t scare me. but not knowing what you’re carrying does. so talk to me. or let me hold it with you.”

and he did. whatever you need, caleb would give it to you. forever.

xavier – emotional, deeply shaken, poetic and present

you didn’t think he’d notice. not through the long sleeves, but xavier always noticed everything about you. one night, curled in bed, you shifted, and your sleeve rode up. he saw. his heart dropped before beating so fast, like it tried to claw out of his chest, and to yours. to surround you with love, warmth and protection.

his fingers ghosted over the mark. “was this pain?” he asked, his voice hollow. “or… silence?”

you didn’t answer right away. but your eyes brimmed with tears and that was enough. he took your wrist in both hands, kissed every inch with reverence, like he could rewrite what had happened with softness.

“these scars,” he whispered, “don’t define you. but they’re part of your story. and i’m not afraid of your shadows. i love all of you. even the aching parts.”

rafayel – surprisingly serious, stays with you through every emotion

he usually makes everything lighthearted until he saw the faint scars on your thighs. his voice dropped to a serious low. “you did this to yourself?”

you nodded, too scared to look at him. he didn’t joke or tease. he stepped forward and knelt in front of you, resting his cheek gently against your leg, as a quiet act of devotion.

“i’ve made mistakes, too,” he said softly. “you don’t have to hide the hurting from me. i want the real you, even the parts you think are unlovable.”

he pressed a soft kiss to the scar before he got up again, and wrapped you tightly into his arms. “i got you. no matter how heavy the pain is, we’ll carry it together. okay?”

final words - you are not your scars. you are not broken. you are worthy of gentle love, understanding hands and unwavering presence.

and my dear? you’re so strong for being here.

these boys—sylus, zayne, caleb, xavier & rafayel—they wouldn’t run from your past. they’d stay, heart first.