#going to hide now hehehe

[teardropwolf]

I got merrymaker Weardrop done. I can start working on the thing I want to do :D (hopefullyi'llcompleteit)

Also that "quote" is temporary for this year. Should another year pass I'll be redrawing it with their new, actual quote.

[arcadian-asgardian]

I'm still processing how I feel about GOS2, but as a whumper with quite the penchant for nervous/scared/threatened/sad/crying Aziraphale, I must say I have been FED.

[jils-things]

Okay, Burgh is pretty cute... but nope! It's not Burgh! (at least, not yet.*Siigh...*) Hmmmm.... have any really popular YouTubers played it? Is it a game for kids, or adults? -Ekans anon

DAMMIT I THOUGHT I HAD ITTTTT AJDJSKAK (yet... you say? 👀👀👀) okay i suppose ill ask more then, is he someone you can battle? or just a supporting character?

OH MAN i don't really know what YouTuber can be defined as popular but the one that pops in my head is coryx.kenshin FHSHJAIDA he's fun to watch! its an adult game actually u.u.... mature themes and all that stuff

[countlessimagines]

Your World [ Wolverine x Reader ]

Summary: your Wolverine was your whole world.

A/N: I like writing angsty stuff and this movie provided me with the best possible scenarios <3 hehehe I love wolverine

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of blood

Marvel MASTERLIST Link here

SPOILERS BELOW

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It wasn’t an ideal love story that brought you back to Logan.

Being a mutant with incredible healing abilities and a broken heart made it so easy for Stryker to capture you. Your Wolverine had been the one to rescue you from the clutches of Stryker and the horrible fate that loomed over your head. All the days of experiments and cold rooms where you’d be injected with who knows what, it all lead to him.

But you always had to remind yourself that Logan had gotten you out, made you a X-Men, but found the brutal truth of how dangerous it was to be loved by you.

You loved deeply and endlessly, like a void waiting for eternity to be loved and to love. Logan was exactly what your heart desired for years.

Someone who could never die, never leave you.

Fighting alongside each other became a beautiful symphony. And God protect anyone who caused you harm, because Logan would only see red and slice them to pieces. It was a miracle none of the X-men had been torn to shreds, but Scott always came close.

The team would always joke about your relationship, saying how could an innocent soul be in love with such a brute like Wolverine.

But Logan knew the only way he could breathe was to be with you, to hold you, to kiss and love you.

He would always find his way to you no matter the circumstance.

Beast was holding you in the infirmary because he wanted to run tests? Logan was there.

Storm and Jean wanted to have a girls night? Logan was sitting outside the room in case anything happened.

Scott was training you in hand to hand combat? Logan was definitely there.

Your world consisted of him and him only.

And maybe that is why it hurt so much when he let your entire team die, because you had not made them your whole world.

You had been away on a mission by yourself when you received the news of their passing. You returned to a bloodied home, no sign of Wolverine to be found.

Life began to blur after what happened. You had to go into hiding, because people blamed you for what happened, too. And there was no one there to stop you from spiraling into a flurry of self hatred.

Hatred for what you had become. A love sick puppy so consumed with Logan only. Maybe if you had been there, maybe if you hadn’t put so much trust in him, maybe if you could have taken the hits for your team.

And the thought that stuck with you the most, if you had been there, screaming for help - would Logan had only saved you and left the rest to die?

Because the love you shared was slowly becoming so obvious to you that it was not pure or natural, but rather so simple it would have made you and Logan public enemy number one.

But you supposed that had already happened, too.

Your mutant abilities were the only thing you had left, so you consumed yourself in underground work. Becoming exactly what the X-men had fought against.

Shedding your uniform, you had to separate yourself from the X-men because people recognized you too easily. It was hard to find any work where people wanted a tainted mutant.

You tried your hardest to not let every moment be consumed by the thought of Logan. He had never reached out to you after the event, despite the grief between you so overwhelmingly strong. He couldn’t face you and love someone who would have stepped through hell and back for him.

He felt as if he didn’t deserve it.

So time continued to pass as the bond between the two of you was severed so deeply that it was suffocating to be apart.

But it wasn’t until Deadpool showed up to your apartment that you were finally addressing your past.

“Leave, now. I’m not hearing any of your bullshit.” You tried to close your door but he stopped it.

“Please, c’mon. I need you! Wolverine needs you!”

You tensed at the mere mention of him. “If he needed me so desperately, it is far too late for him to come back.”

“But you’re his one and only, for fuck’s sake! Every variant I’ve met of him has had a you stalking around like a lap dog. You know how many of you’s have beaten the shit out of me?” He rambled on, and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t care to understand what you’re saying, so goodbye, Wade!”

Deadpool sighed before kicking the door in and stabbing you through the chest with one of his blades. You stared at him in shock and couldn’t register anything as he flung you over his shoulder into an orange portal.

You landed on a hard ground that pushed the blade out of you. “Wade, you’re a dead man.”

He stepped through the portal and leaned over your body. “Sorry about that, but I can’t die so you’re stuck with not only me, but Wolverine!”

Deadpool giggled and ran off, making sure to rip the blade out of your stomach. You winced but felt your regeneration cells working to stitch you back together.

Slowly sitting up, you spat out blood.

“I tried to tell him not to bring you into this.”

You froze at the voice you fought to forget, willing calm into your fast beating heart.

Sitting up fully only made your legs wobble and your head spin. But you had to look up into the eyes of the man you still loved.

Logan looked different, healthier and happier. It only made you feel sick.

“I’ve been busy.” He said it so casually that it made you want to slap his chest for the lack of greeting. “Wade gave me a second chance. I helped save his world.”

“You haven’t seen me in years and you choose to brag?” You scoffed, removing your shirt to assess the damage Wade had done to your shirt.

Logan sucked in a breath as he took in your battle worn scars. Despite your healing factor, you still kept every scar from every wound you had endured.

He remembered the last time he saw you, you only adorned a few on your chest and stomach.

Now it was littered with them.

“You’ve been busy too, I gather?” Logan said with a hint of sarcasm.

You glared at him. “Why am I here?”

“Wade thought that I needed you.” He admitted it with such ease, like he knew it to be true in his heart.

“And? Do you need me?”

He hesitated before answering. “I’ve always needed you… and I think that’s why I let myself go for so many years. Because I knew that no matter what I did or said to you, you would never forgive me. I would always be the one who let our team die… let you go.”

��Well you’re right, because I never would forgive you. Not after abandoning all of us,” you choked out, the tears beginning to creep into the corners of your eyes. “I loved you fiercely, Logan. All it would have taken was one call during those first few days and I would have been there for you. We could’ve been healing together. But you chose this life of despair for both of us, Logan.”

“I know.” He said, his own eyes watering.

“I despise you.” You said, but your heart was breaking, letting out the true feelings. It was bleeding for him and for him only.

Logan stepped closer and you did not stop him.

“I want nothing to do with you.” You said, your voice cracking.

“I understand.” He said, five feet away from you now.

“I hate you.” You began to weep, the blood in your heart revealing what you wanted truly.

“I don’t blame you.” Logan closed the gap between the two of you, holding you close to his chest. You cried into his shoulder, holding on for dear life. “I’m never leaving you again.”

All you could muster was a small nod, your tears staining his shirt. His own were dripping onto the top of your head.

And in the empty apartment, you and Logan stood, holding onto each other.

Holding your world together.

[syoddeye]

you scurry into the bookshop from the cold, the door slamming shut behind you with the breeze.

the warmth inside feels like a slap after the bitter chill, and your glasses immediately fog over, clouding your vision in a steamy blur. you pause, fumbling with your mittens, distracted by your own breath bouncing back at you behind your scarf, making it worse. you step forward without thinking.

and immediately regret it. your shoulder slams into something hard and solid, like a wall. except the wall shifts, and a deep voice hisses down at you.

“fuckin’—we in a rush? watch where you’re—”

“sorry!” you blurt out, flinching back.

the voice halts. just stops, snipped mid-sentence. you’re scrabbling to pull your mittens off now, fingers clumsy and frantic. the fog persists, blinding, smothering, your breath quickening and making the condensation worse.

“shit, shit, sorry—”

then a hand settles on your shoulder.

a low, rasping hehehe rattles from above. “can’t see a thing, can ya? ‘old still.”

you freeze, mittens half-off, mouth hanging open in protest as something dark moves toward your face.

“uh, what are you—oh, you don’t have to…”

a thumb drags black fabric gently over one of the lenses. the fog clears in a small oval, revealing part of the stranger’s face, his deep brown eyes. you try to crane your neck for a better look, but the hand on your shoulder shifts to your chin, steadying it.

“keep still.”

your mouth shuts and your pulse stutters. his thumb and forefinger pinch just firmly enough to hold your head in place. he clears the second lens, and when he withdraws the fabric, you finally see him.

he wears a thick, cloth mask, the loops disappearing beneath the edges of a matching hat. though most of his face is hidden, you notice the faint scar cutting across the end of one blond eyebrow, a few faded freckles dusting his forehead. the scarf around his neck hangs loose, one end caught in his hand, which he drops once he seems satisfied with his work.

“there,” he says, leaning back a fraction to examine you. his eyes crinkle at the edges, amused. he must be smiling. “look at those eyes.”

you blink up at him, and you’re hyper-aware of your own breathing. careful not to exhale too hard, in case you fog everything up again.

“thanks.”

his thumb, still resting lightly on your chin, moves in a small, absent circle. he hums, low in his throat, and then lets go.

“of course, sweet’eart.”

for a second, you just stand there. five seconds, maybe. you’re the one who breaks the silence by awkwardly stepping away.

“okay, yep, thanks again.” you say, words knocking into each other like you knocked into him.

you retreat further into the shop, yanking at your mittens until they’re off and stuffed into your pockets. your scarf is next, practically ripped from your neck, the heat of your own embarrassment prickling at your skin all over.

what just happened? should you have said something? made a point of how weird that was? because it was weird. right?

you circle the horror section three times before your heart rate evens out, but even then, you’re not really seeing the shelves. the titles run together, and your mind drifts back to him—his hand on your chin, the soft way he said sweetheart.

your glasses are clear, but you’re stuck in a haze.

simon was just supposed to kill time, having arrived arrived early to meet price. except now he’s going to be late, for the first time in ages, to a meeting with his captain.

it’s difficult to hide in a shop where he’s taller than most of the shelves, but he’s careful. doesn’t take much of an effort anyway, she’s preoccupied by the shelves of the horror section. not his preference, but he likes the twist. likes the view, too. the profile of her face, her hair, the way her jeans fit snugly over her arse.

smitten. that’s the word, he thinks. charmed, maybe. pretty, sweet four-eyes all dressed up in knitwear. she probably made them herself. seems the type. he wonders, absurdly, if she’d make him something. a sweater, maybe. something that actually fits his shoulders.

then she suddenly moved, pulling out her phone, and he buries his face in the cookbook he’s been pretending to read. thai recipes, apparently. he flips a page, wondering if she likes thai food. he could try making it.

his phone buzzes and for a second, one irrational second, he thinks it’s her. like she’s sent a message telepathically from across the shop. but no. it’s price, blunt as ever, asking where the fuck he is.

he looks up again, and she’s gone. just like that. his stomach drops, and he straightens instinctively, scanning the aisles. he can’t help it, he turns—

“so…you like thai food?”

he looks down and finds her at the next shelf over, smiling shyly. something about it. it slips through his ribs and gets comfortable.

[http-shield]

"you need a seat? I’ll volunteer" -bucky barnes

more unhinged avenger!reader x bucky barnes honey is a replacement for y/n

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asks Sam as he closes the door behind him.

Sam sighs and turns back to look. "Why do you always sit behind me and then ask me to move it up? Move over!"

"I can't!" Bucky gestures over to you sitting on the other side of the backseat. "She's over there. What do you want me to do? Where do you want me to sit?"

"You can sit on my face."

The words tumble from you before you have the opportunity to stop them. You slap your hand over your mouth the second the last syllable leaves, your face heating to a thousand degrees as silence falls over the small car.

"I'm sorry, what?" Bucky demands and looks at you, shifting his entire body towards yours.

"You did not just say what I think you said." Sam throws his hands in the air in disbelief. "Say it again. What did you just say?"

You shake your head, unable to repeat the sentiment you had thought a million times out loud again.

"What...what do you mean by that?" Bucky stares at you, completely confused, but you are unable to meet his gaze. "How...what?" there is a desperation in his voice as he begins to ponder the answer to whatever situation you were thinking of.

"How would that even work?" Sam begins to twist his arms and body around as if acting out the positioning, the silence beginning to suffocate you as Sam continues trying figurations.

"You just get on top and-" You bury your face in your hands, cheeks burning hotter than the sun.

"On top of what?!" Bucky exclaims.

"Her face, man!" Sam yells, shoulders beginning to shake in laughter.

"But why would I be on top? Shouldn't she be sitting on my face?" Bucky clarifies, now looking at Sam as though he should have the answers.

"You want her to sit on your face? Are we confessing to things now?" Sam pins Bucky with a look, shaking his head as to garner some sense of direction the conversations is going in.

"Well," Bucky begins and shrugs his shoulders. "If one of us is gonna sit on the other's face, id rather it be her on mine."

"Oh my god, Bucky!" you groan, desperately trying to sink into the leather of the seat. "Can we stop talking about this, please."

"You brought it up!" he blurts out, attention now on you as you hide in your arms.

"It just came out!" you shriek, unable to stop the embarrassment flowing over you.

Suddenly, the car door opens, and Steve slides in, blissfully unware as to what just transpired.

"So what did i miss?" He asks, gunning the car to life.

"Nothing." You and Bucky answer in unison, a little too suspicious for Steve's liking.

The Captain looks in the mirror at you, then at Bucky, and back at you. A hum leaves him as he shifts gears.

"Bucky asked Honey sit on his face" Sam announces unprompted as Steve starts to reverse.

The car slams on the brakes before Bucky yells.

"She asked me!"

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a/n: vvvvv dialogue heavy but this was fun! i hope y'all like unhinged reader hehehe ^^

[aeyumicore]

hey I love your stories (I live on them). Can I make a request? Can you write a Zayne Fic where the Zayne is tired and she is giving him a massage but that massage escalates into a full blown love making. But Zayne is letting her top him, he let's her take control while he sits back and enjoy the so called massage. Squeezing his chest and then teasing him by squeezing his thigh muscles and maybe his *cakes* too...hehehe

know better

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: zayne x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ WORD COUNT: 2.2k unedited | ao3

━ .ᐟ✧ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, massage m!receiving, reader tops zayne, spanking, unprotected seggs, butt fondling m!receiving

━ ✧.˖ A/N: in honor of zayne's main story branch <3 again i don't typically take requests but i may start doing shorter scenarios like this! so feel free to send them :) hope everyone is having a good zayne day!! i haven't done the new story yet, but plan to soon! i don't mind spoilers so feel free to yap in my messages or inbox. this is not edited.

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

“Let me take care of you.”

Zayne should have known better than to trust those angelically unassuming words, his devilish little minx. But the thought of your delicate fingers kneading into his tense bundles of muscles, after he’d been on his feet for a 10 hour surgery, was too heavenly to give up.

He should’ve known you were up to something when you straddled him in just your panties, claiming you didn’t want to get your shorts greasy with the self-heating massage oil.

“Sweetheart…” he’d warned as your hands danced down the arch of his lower back, hissing as your nails grazed the contours of his back muscles. The feeling of your bare thighs sitting against the sensitive skin of the underside of his ass was enough to have him growing harder by the second.

He definitely should’ve known you were up to no good when your fingers cupped his rear, digging in so perfectly that he couldn’t help the sinful groan that escaped his lips. 

He tensed so adorably that you couldn’t help but continue to rub soothing circles into the plush mound of his ass. His strong glute muscles would squeeze every time you came close to the edges of his cheeks, daring yourself to go further. 

“I should’ve known you were up to no good,” Zayne moaned, his words muffled as his face pressed into the towel you had laid out on your shared mattress. 

You giggle, using your nails to gently rake up and down his rear, biting your lip as you can visibly see the goosebumps form on his pale skin. You bend down to press a kiss into his waist, dangerously close to unchartered territory.

Luckily for him, you save that for another night. Though it wasn’t necessarily something Zayne was opposed to, he was far too exhausted tonight to indulge in such unfamiliar endeavors. For tonight, he just wanted to submit to the pleasures of comforting intimacy. 

Though he couldn’t deny, the idea of exploring new heights of pleasure with you left him flustered and excited, evident by the way his now painfully hard cock was pressed into the bed as you straddled him. 

You begin to kiss up his spine, pressing your lips into his shoulder blades as you whisper into his neck.

“Does it not feel good?”

Zayne groans at your feigned innocence, his face turning to the side to try and catch your lips as they breathe into his sensitive neck. Your presence was having the opposite effect on him. With you around, he was more pent up than ever. 

But to his dismay, you pull back with an adorable grin on your face, returning your attention to the task at hand. 

You get off his thighs, “Turn over, please.”

Zayne hesitates, but knows better than to deny you. You had him wound so tightly around your fingers that there’d be no point to try and hide from you. Hide the way he was very much…pent up.

So when he finally does turn over, he doesn’t even try to cover his angrily erect cock. It stands so proud against his stomach, demanding attention. 

Zayne sits up on his elbows, his abdomen quivering as he breathes heavily. His eyes, intense and smoldering, watch you carefully, anticipating your next move. Glistening beads of pre drip down his cock like a melting popsicle, as if daring you for more. 

“Well? Will you take care of me, my love?”

And that was a request you could absolutely never refuse. 

-

Zayne’s skin is slick against yours, creating the most filthy clapping of skin against skin as you bounce on his lap. His face is buried in your chest, teeth capturing your poor and abused nippeles as he holds you tight, his thick forearms wrapped around your waist. 

He fights to keep his thighs still, wanting to let you “take care of him” like you so desperately asked to do. Though you have a paced rhythm, he wishes you’d go harder. 

Zayne leans back against the headboard of the bed, relinquishing your sweet and tender skin from his lips. His eyes can’t help but wander south, watching your thighs quiver as they bounce eagerly on his own bulging muscles. 

“You’re doing so well, beautiful,” he praises with starstruck eyes, hypnotized by the ripples of your thighs against his cleanly shaven pelvis. Your body never failed to amazon him, even as a physician and surgeon. The way your perfect taut walls could take all of him in; it was nothing short of mind-blowing. 

“Y-Yeah?” you whine, body tightening at the surgeon’s praises, “Does it feel good, Zayne?” Your hips roll furiously against him, eyes falling into your skull when his curved cock strokes against your spongy g-spot.

“Ah – You’re just what I needed,” Zayne grunts, eyes now watching the way your beautiful breasts bounce, right in front of his face like a damn taunt, “You’re dangerous.”

Your hips stutter at the guttural growl in his tone, his throat bobbing as he watches you, “What do you – ahngh – mean?”

Zayne grips your chin to steady your dreary head, watching with an amused glint in his hazel eyes as you start to lose yourself to the please, your rhythm faltering.

“I don’t expect people to be accepting of the idea that their surgeon is thinking about this,” Zayne grabs your clit, his hand slipping between your oiled bodies, “When he’s treating them.”

Your body convulses against Zayne’s expertly twisting fingers, as you nearly double over at his lewd confessions, “N-No! Let me.”

Zayne chuckles, knowing you want to be the one to take care of him. 

Reluctantly, he removes his fingers, settling his palms on your waist instead, looking up at you with all the wondrous adoration in the world reflected in his eyes. 

“Show me, sweetheart. Show me how you want to take care of me.”

His demanding purr fuels you with a need to prove yourself, your hips moving with renewed eagerness. With every roll of your pelvis, you clit brushes against the forming stubble on his crotch, sending sparks of pain singed euphoria straight into your core. It fizzles all throughout your body, making your fingertips numb with a pleasure you’re all too familiar with,

A pleasure Zayne has brought upon your body too many times to count.

Zayne groans at the feeling of your slick smearing messily against him, your bodies so slippery and sweaty with torrid pleasure. Though he wished he could take control, show you how badly he needed to pound against your cervix, force his way into your womb, watching you so prettily sob as you bounced atop him was nearly just as blissful. 

Your soft skin shines so beautifully before him, a heavenly light reflected against your resplendent curves. Zayne is so suddenly consumed with the need to feel your plush flesh against his itching fingers.

He takes two fistfulls of your ass, biting the inside of his cheek as he watches you with hooded lids. The sounds of your moans in response to his possessive hold ignites him with the need for more. 

So as you rock onto his thick manhood for all he’s worth, his palm comes down onto your ass with a force that makes your entire body quake. His hand comes down so strongly against the globes of your rear that the massage oil on your skin splashes, creating darkened splatters on the fabric of Zayne’s expensive comforter.

You’re so surprised by his actions that your bounces flutter to a halt, your throat eliciting a choked squeal of surprise and arousal. Your fingers dig into Zayne’s shoulders, the sting of his hand spider webbing from your ass, spreading all the way up to your spine. 

Zayne nearly cums right then and there, feeling just how excited and tight your cunt coiled against his cock, from him spanking you. But he bites his cheek, fighting the way his manhood fights to release inside you and the way his fingers itch with the need to spank you again.

“So tight,” he chokes out, cock lurching inside you, fighting against how fucking good you feel against him, how tightly you’re wound by him spanking you, “Hah – do you like it when I do that, sweetheart?”

Zayne had never been aroused by the idea of inflicting pain on you, even during sex. He’d never had the urge to spank you, never really saw the appeal in it. The most sadistic tendencies he had when making love to you was to grab your throat, squeezing just barely enough to make you whine. 

But now as you tighten in excitement in response to him smacking the soft fat of your ass, nodding so damn eagerly, as if you want him to spank you more…it’s enough to turn Zayne into a sadist.

So when you falter, nearly coming undone by the surprise of his demanding palm, Zayne’s hand comes down on you again. On impact, his fingers dig in, grabbing two handfuls of your luscious skin, forcing you to rock onto him. He helps you up and down, fingers soothing circles into the stinging skin that he’d struck. 

At this point you’re no longer doing any of the work, Zayne’s strong hands jostle you up and down, fucking you onto his cock like his precious little doll. Your body is far too gone, far too delirious from your newfound obsession with the way Zayne can blend pain and pleasure. You’re only capable of fucked out sobs, your head coming to lean against Zayne’s muscled chest as you come ever so close to your release. 

As Zayne rubs soothing circles into your prickling skin, he whispers huskily into your ear.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmurs, voice tinged with his own desperate need to release, “I’m always thinking about the next time I get to be inside you.”

“But I want to take care of you,” he pleads, giving your ass one last gentle smack, as if he can’t hold his hands back from the feeling of your delicious skin, “Will you let me do that?”

Zayne lifts your chin to look at him, his golden green eyes shiny with a fervent desperation, expecting you to answer him even though you were clearly in no state to speak.

When your mouth flaps open and shut, Zayne chuckles, pressing your head back into his warm chest, cradling you so gently as if he wasn’t actively rearranging your guts. He buries his face into the top of your head, enjoying the way your pheromones invade his senses and fill him with the animalistic need to mark you with his cum. 

“I’m going to fill you up, okay?” he breathes into your hair, “Don’t waste any of it.”

You nod vigorously, relieved you can finally let your orgasm take over. 

“I-I can take it all!” you squeal as he bounces you harder, desperate to cum himself, “I’ll be good Zayne, please!”

A growl rips from Zayne’s throat as a deafening smack! reverberates as he spanks you one last time, “Yes you can, that’s my girl.”

As the sting ripples out from your ass, you come so violently undone all over Zayne’s lap, the wet paps of his continued movements making your release smear everywhere.

Between that and the massage oil, it’s a slippery and moist mess of unfiltered heat. Zayne doesn’t take long to follow behind, pressing his lips to yours hungrily as he shoots inside of you. He’s so eager that his teeth knock into yours, but you barely notice, only focussed on the way his seed fills you, his cum so contrastingly hot compared to the icy feel of his skin against yours.

Zayne squeezes you so tightly against his body as he comes undone, making it nearly impossible for you to breathe. His moans are choked, strangled as if he himself is struggling to breathe. His hands slowly come to a stop, cock stilling as it spurts its very last drop.

Your bodies heave against one another, Zayne’s breath hot against your ear. He presses a languid kiss into your pulse, sighing in bliss. 

With the last of your strength, you use your fingers to dig gently into Zayne’s back, trying to smooth out the remaining knots in his muscles. Your head is still propped against Zayne’s pecs, your thighs caging his, and your cunt still snugly wrapped around him. 

Zayne groans at the feeling, “What are you doing?”

You mumble tiredly against his heartbeat, “Need t’finish your massage.”

Zayne curses, grabbing a hold of your wrists in his long and slender fingers. You look at him in surprise, eyes wide in question.

“I’ve had back to back surgeries every night this week.”

“I know,” you tilt your head in confusion, “That’s why I want to finish your massage.”

Zayne sighs in frustration, before leaning into your neck, your wrists still captured by his grasp. 

“Do you have any idea how…starved I am? You’re provoking a ravenous animal right now.”

The realization of just how touch-starved Zayne has become this last week sinks in. How even the innocent touch of your hands against his back has him alert and ready inside you. Your stomach flutters.

“Then…let me take care of you.”

And even though Zayne should have known better, he can’t help but once again give into the whims of the woman who had him utterly and completely wrapped around her finger.

© aeyumicore 2024.

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[peachyprophets-blog]

DROWNED LOVE

How the gods would mourn after the reader died

A/N: Heyy!! I will be working on an alternative version in the next few days, what if one of the gods (who knows heheh) helps the reader to get back to Ithaca (she probably only returns to her family after the events of the Ithaca Saga).

And no, we don't greet happiness with open arms :)

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Zeus:

જ⁀➴Would mourn you for thousands of years.

જ⁀➴ Created a cloud that has your shape.

જ⁀➴Despairs because the cloud is not exactly like you. If you are mentioned near him, he would look at the person threateningly.

જ⁀➴Blames others for your death.

જ⁀➴"My beloved, not a day will go by that I won't miss you!"

Poseidon:

જ⁀➴After your death, the seas trembled and for years they were plagued with violent storms

જ⁀➴Tries to carry on as best he can Often argues with Zeus about who is to blame

જ⁀➴Would build you a monument that he would put in his palace

જ⁀➴All mortal women he fell in love with always resembled you in appearance or character.

જ⁀➴"My beloved, may the waves sing you to sleep, no matter where you are"

Hades:

જ⁀➴He mourned most of his brothers

જ⁀➴It tore him apart to see his brothers like this, but he knew it was best for you

જ⁀➴Yet he watched you every day from the underworld

જ⁀➴Even when you died, he immediately welcomed you into his home, but didn't say anything to the other gods.

જ⁀➴"Find peace in your end, rest now little one"

Apollo:

જ⁀➴THIS MAN IS SUFFERING

જ⁀➴He has lost the protégé he loved so much

જ⁀➴It seemed as if the sun wasn't shining as brightly anymore

જ⁀➴He dedicated songs, poems and works of art to you

જ⁀➴What had happened was something he never wanted to happen, he had lost the person he loved again

જ⁀➴He transformed something that had once belonged to you into a beautiful flower that could bloom even in the worst of circumstances.

જ⁀➴"The sun protects you everywhere, my sunshine, bloom where no one else can bloom"

Hera:

જ⁀➴Look you might think she would not be sad, BUT SIKE!!!

જ⁀➴Hera felt very sorry for you, you were just an innocent soul who couldn't do anything about the fate that had befallen you

જ⁀➴Hera grew fond of you and saw you like a daughter

જ⁀➴Hera took out her anger on her husband, how could he take her beloved girl!?

જ⁀➴Hera sees you everywhere, whether under the tree in the Garden of the Gods or in the Great Hall.

જ⁀➴"At least you don't have to put up with my husband anymore, my little girl"

Hermes:

જ⁀➴This boy will hide his sadness behind his usual smile

જ⁀➴He will crack jokes and play pranks on people as usual

જ⁀➴I would say he lives in a world where you are still alive

જ⁀➴He will look at others and think that you are standing right next to him

જ⁀➴He will not accept that you are gone, and the other gods will have to watch the messenger of the gods living in this illusion

જ⁀➴"What do you say Dawling? Oh I love the idea!"

-Peachyprophet

[rafecameronssl4t]

Bringing another girl home || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Rafe pranking his family by saying he’s bringing another girl home 🫢

Warnings: mentions of drugs, fluff? other than that nothing!!

Word count: 877

A/n: hehehe loved this. does anyone have any dad!rafe requests??? haven’t wrote one in a hot min

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“That’s so cruel, Rafe,” you say with a playful edge, delivering a light slap to his shoulder. He bursts into laughter, his wide grin never wavering. “It’ll be funny, you’ve got to admit,” he says, nudging you with a glint of mischief in his eye. You roll your eyes, trying to keep a straight face. “Fine, it would be pretty funny,” you concede, chuckling despite yourself.

Rafe’s plan to prank his family by claiming he’s bringing home a girl—who isn’t you, his girlfriend of four years—sounds completely bonkers. Yet, the thought of how Rafe’s family will react had you intrigued. You lean over to set your glass down, asking, “Are they all home?”

Rafe hums thoughtfully, scrolling through his contacts until he finds Rose’s number. You sit up, facing him as he tries to hide his grin, pressing the call button. After a few rings, Rose answers, “Hello?”

“Hey Rose, what’s up?” Rafe says with a casual tone. “Just got back from picking up Wheezie. Are you guys out on the water yet?” Rose asks. You exchange a nervous glance with Rafe, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re out here. Y/n’s just taking a nap right now,” Rafe replies smoothly, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Rose’s tone shifts to one of concern. “She did seem tired today. Have you told her to take it easy with work? I know she’s been working hard for her boss—”

“Yeah, yeah, listen,” Rafe interrupts, “Could you do me a favor and take Y/n’s stuff out of my room?”You slap your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter. “What?” Rose’s voice is tinged with confusion. “What do you mean—“

“Well, at least the stuff lying around and the pictures,” Rafe continues, muting himself briefly as he suppresses his laughter. Rose’s confusion turns to frustration. “Rafe, what are you talking about? Take Y/n’s things out of your room and get rid of the pictures—what’s going on?”

You hear rustling in the background and a faint voice that you recognize as Wheezie’s. “What happened?” Wheezie’s voice is concerned. “Your brother is acting very strange right now,” Rose responds, her voice growing more exasperated.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Rose’s tone is incredulous. “I’m bringing a girl over,” Rafe says nonchalantly, and you struggle to keep a straight face. There a brief pause on the other line.

“What girl? I hope this girl is Y/n, your girlfriend, Rafe!” Rose speaks up, her voice now angry. You hear Sarah’s voice join the conversation. “What is going on?”

“Your sisters are here. Tell them what you just told me to do,” Rose says, her frustration evident. You and Rafe exchange worried glances, realizing the prank is escalating.

“Uh, I want all of Y/n’s things out of my room and the pictures as well,” Rafe repeats. The silence on the other end is thick with disbelief. You quickly take Rafe’s phone and mute it, both of you breaking into laughter.

“What the hell, Rafe? Who is this girl? Do I know her? Why are you bringing her home? Are you out of your mind?” Sarah’s barrage of questions makes it hard for you to keep a straight face.

“This has to be a joke, right? Y/n’s right beside you, isn’t she?” Wheezie’s voice is tinged with suspicion.“She’s not, she’s asleep,” Rafe replies. You hear a flurry of voices in the background as Rose, Wheezie, and Sarah talk urgently.

Then Wheezie’s voice rises, “Dad! Come here and tell your son he’s an absolute idiot and loser for cheating on Y/n.” Your eyes widen at the mention of Ward. “What?” His voice is loud and filled with anger as he joins the call.

“Rafe, please tell me your sister is just joking and you’re not about to fuck up your life,” Ward’s stern voice cuts through. You grab the phone again, muting it. “This is going too far, Rafe,” you say, worry creeping into your voice. Rafe snatches the phone back, a mischievous grin on his face.

“What do you mean? It’s just getting started,” he says, unmuting the phone. “No, they’re not, Dad. I’m being serious. Can you guys just do this for me? She’ll be over for dinner too,” Rafe continues, as Rose gasps in the background.

“No way in hell am I letting—” Rose begins, but Ward cuts her off. “Son, you better think long and hard about this because you will not be welcomed home, alright? I don’t know what drugs you are on right now and I couldn’t give two shits about it, but you are not bringing another girl over here other than Y/n, you’re girlfriend, for heaven’s sake! Do you understand?” Ward’s voice is stern and unwavering.

You and Rafe are taken aback slightly by the intensity of the reactions on the other end of the line. Realising the prank might have gone too far, you quickly grab the phone.

“Uh—” you cut Rafe off, your voice steadying as you say, “Guys, he’s just kidding! I’m right here beside him!” The relief is palpable as you hear them all collectively sigh on the other end.

After a few more minutes of the Camerons giving you both a hard time about how the joke was way out of line, you finally hang up the phone. Rafe pulls you close, guiding you to lean against his chest. His arms envelop you in a warm, reassuring hug.

“My family just loves you, don’t they?” he says with a smirk, his voice full of playful sarcasm. You look up at him, laughing softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the love from his family. Even with all the chaos, you can’t help but feel good knowing they care so much about you.

[tonycries]

daddy Tony do you think we could get a ranking of the boys favourite positions to eat you out in?

OUUU OKAYYY OKAY I LOVE THIS- I'm not sure how to rank them though so I'll just list 'em heheh 🤭

Toji and Kuna - now now listen- they're both the biggest n' meanest teases so I just KNOWWW they do it from the back. Easy access AND it lets them give you a good spank or two when he's feeling devious, just know that they will go WILD with this one 😩

Nanami - two words: FACE. SITTING. Does not care for your weight, does not care for whether you'll suffocate him - just sit on his face, girl.

Gojo - Gojo can NOT stay still oml he changes up every few seconds and it makes you dizzy 💀 The only real thing that stays the same in each position is that he WILL kick his feet in the air 😭😭 straight up wagging those things n' giggling 😭😭

Geto - kneeling at your bedside- but you're never gonna guess why. Guess. Go on, just guess- because man always, always gets himself off while he eats you out (he just loves it sm 💔) and wants to hide it.

Choso - sprawled out in sniper position and humping the bed SEND TWEET-

[dissociativewriter]

Unnatural Affinity- Part 7

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: 2.3k

cw: angst, cussing, cheesy nickname (sunshine), allusions to self harm, implied stalking, yandere tendencies, forced imprisonment, existentialism, depressive thoughts (REMINDER: YOU MATTER AND I LOVE YOU ALL, OKAY?), panic attack, manipulation?; not proofread

Synopsis: The plan was for you and Em to finish up the mission tomorrow. Sure, it was hard getting Em to agree since she was so worried about you, but you eventually got her to. And she wouldn’t break her word, right?

author’s note: The plot’s picking up now that Reader has met all five Love Interests! I’m gonna be honest, I took a lot of inspiration from parts 2 and 3 of Self Aware Caleb AU by @jinwoosbabyboo which is funny because they’re not all that similar. Also thank you to @junni-berry for helping me brainstorm nicknames! Sunshine works perfectly and I’m going to have so much angst with it heheh. Anyway, I hope y’all like this part, I’m trying to keep it mysterious but we are going to get into yandere territory sooooooo buckle up! :)

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Caleb’s apartment was… empty.

Modern. Sleek. Beautiful.

But empty.

Like a museum.

You felt on edge the entire time, like you couldn’t touch anything for fear of messing it up. Caleb assured you it was fine, noticing your tense figure, saying you could throw eggs around the entire apartment and it would be okay.

Obviously, you looked at him like he was crazy.

There was something so unnerving about certain parts of this world, you thought, certain parts that you just couldn’t get used to no matter how much time you spent with them. They always seemed to serve as a reminder that this was just a game. It wasn’t real. Not really. It was all manufactured, something made to look pretty without having any real depth.

Skyhaven. The Hunter’s Association. Em’s eyes.

You’d come to hate her eyes, constantly unreadable, two-dimensional. It seemed like no emotion ever passed through them, and yet you couldn’t help but think of all the secrets hidden in their depths.

The clink of dishes in the sink brought you back to reality.

You sat with Em at the kitchen table, watching Caleb clean up the kitchen. You’d offered help earlier, but he dismissed it immediately.

“I’ll take care of it, sunshine. Don’t you worry.” He winked.

So instead you sat perched on the table, subconsciously pulling your shorts further down your thighs to hide any scars you’d made. Em sat beside you, a pile of files between you.

You sifted through the various data reports, getting closer and closer to finding out your target’s location. “If this information is right,” you began. “We should be able to take him into custody tomorrow. It’ll be dangerous, but we’ve gotten a good bit of data on any guards he keeps around, so we’ll know what to expect.”

“That reminds me…” Em said, rubbing her hands against her thighs as she glanced over at Caleb. “We think you should sit out for this part of the mission. It has the highest risks, and with your wound…”

“We?” you interrupted. “Last I checked, I was on this mission, not Caleb. I’m not just going to do nothing because you think it’s not safe. I know it’s not safe, but that’s not going to scare me away!”

“I just don’t want your wound to get worse, or for you to get hurt again! You’re not trained for this like me or Caleb,” she sighed. “I won’t tell anyone you sat this part out, so will you please just stay here and rest?”

“I’m not worried about what people will think if they know I sat out on part of the mission!” you exclaimed. “I want to come with you on this mission because I want to help.” You took a deep breath, softly continuing, “I know it’s risky, and I know you’re worried about me, but that’s my risk to take. I’m going to help whether you like it or not,” you finished firmly.

Em was quiet for a few moments. “Why are you so fixated on helping on this mission?” she muttered.

“Because for so long, all I felt like I could do was survive. I didn’t have the motivation to do anything else, it all felt so meaningless.” Your hands itched at your thighs, feeling the cuts beneath your shorts. “Now that I have this, I feel like I have purpose. I’m helping something, and I know the work I’m doing matters. I don’t want to lose that.”

Em briefly looked to Caleb before looking away from both of you. “Fine. If you really want this, I guess I can’t stop you,” she said quietly.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

Silence filled the apartment, broken by the squeak of the faucet as Caleb turned the water off. He clapped his hands together, walking over to you and Em.

“That was tense, pips. Why don’t we all watch a movie to wind down? You up for it, sunshine?” He grinned.

Em shook her head, her fingers twitching slightly on her lap. “It’s getting late, we should probably get to bed soon.” She looked at you, brows furrowed. “I know you say you’re fine, but you really should get some rest.”

You smiled. “Alright, alright. If you insist.” You ruffled her hair as you hopped off the table.

“Well, maybe a movie’s a little much. How about we just sit around and talk? Forget about the mission,” Caleb offered. “I’d like to get to know you better, anyway, sunny.”

A small smile made its way onto your face. “Get to know me how? Want to know my zodiac sign?” You laughed.

He shrugged. “I just think you’re interestin’ and I want to know more.”

You felt your face heat up and looked away.

Keeping his eyes trained on you, Caleb suddenly asked, “Pips, when did you say you two became friends?”

“Not long after I joined the Hunter’s Association,” Em answered. “Why?”

Caleb waved off the question. “Just wonderin’ if we’ve met before. Sunshine here seems familiar, somehow.”

“A lot of people seem to think that,” she muttered under her breath.

You cocked your head. Had Em heard what Zayne said that day? The words had never left your mind:

Like I’ve loved you before.

What did that mean, anyway?

Breaking the short-lived silence, you blurted out, “I’m pretty tired. Where…?” You trailed off.

“You can sleep in the bedroom I usually use,” Em volunteered.

Caleb chuckled. “Offering up my room so easily, pip-squeak?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you use it while I’m here, anyway.”

“Still could’ve asked.” He shrugged.

“It’s fine, I’ll just take another room,” you said, waving your hand.

You were led down the narrow hallway, Em in front of you with Caleb following close behind you. After passing a few doors that made you wonder what hid behind them, Em stopped near the end of the hallway.

“You can use this room,” she announced.

“I’ll be right next door, so just holler if you need anythin’, sunshine.” Caleb grinned again.

“And I’m on the other side, so you can come to me, too,” Em cut in.

“Thanks, you guys. I’ll see you in the morning, goodnight,” you said as you opened your door.

“Goodnight.” Em waved you inside the bedroom.

“See you in the morning, pips. ‘Night, sunshine!” Caleb said as he shut his own door.

After going through your nightly routine, you finally settled into bed, watching the curtains drawn over the floor-to-ceiling windows sway from the air conditioning. Your eyes quickly grew heavy, the strain from the mission finally getting to you. As you became drowsier and drowsier, you didn’t notice the quiet opening of your door.

And once you were completely asleep, you didn’t hear the soft click of the lock.

The old-timey alarm next to your bed rang bright and early the next day.

7:30.

You groaned, rolling over again. Sunlight streamed in, hitting your face. Damn Skyhaven. Being above the clouds meant there was nothing to block the bright sun.

Sun?

You sat up.

Didn’t you draw the curtains shut?

You shrugged it off, thinking maybe you just imagined it. It was pretty likely you’d forget to shut the curtains, anyway. You dug through the covers of your bed, looking for your phone.

“Where did it go?” you muttered. “I thought it was right here…” Another thing to write off, you figured. You probably just left it on the kitchen table when you were chatting with Em and Caleb.

These inconsistencies were probably nothing to worry about, you told yourself. You’re just paranoid, and what for? It’s just the unusually empty apartment putting you on edge, nothing more.

You tossed the covers aside, pushing yourself out of bed. You slipped on some comfortable pants and a shirt, something you figured would be good for this mission, before heading to the door.

Your hand closed around the knob, but it wouldn’t twist.

You tried it again, getting more and more panicked and aggressive as the door wouldn’t open. You checked for a lock on the knob, but there wasn’t one on this side. You pounded on the door, yelling out, “Caleb! Em! The door won’t open, can you let me out?” You continued to jiggle the doorknob as you waited for one of them to come to your rescue.

Minutes passed, and you finally came to the realization with horror.

“Holy shit, he pulled a Main Story on me!” You backed away from the door, feeling your chest tighten as your eyes scanned the rest of the room. You spotted a small bin with a note on your dresser, but whose handwriting it was, you couldn’t place.

This is for your own good, I promise.

Be back soon! :)

You dropped the note, feeling yourself lose balance. You drop to the floor, your breathing becoming unsteady. “I’m fine, it’s fine, I’m fine…” you whispered. Your hands shook as you hugged your knees to your chest.

In all your panic, you didn’t see the swirl of red and black outside your window, much less the falling crow’s feather.

“You were never going to let me go, were you?” you cried.

It was 8:00 a.m. and Caleb and Em sat in their uniforms, listening to your banging on the door with somewhat worried expressions.

“Is this really the best thing to do?” Em asked with her seemingly default neutral expression.

Caleb’s brows furrowed. “It’s hard but… it’s the only way to completely ensure safety.” Em nodded, and Caleb’s expression only deepened. “Do you really think it was the best idea to take the phone, though? What if something happens?”

“We needed to limit communication. Everything will be fine, anyway. There’s nothing dangerous in there,” Em said, pulling her bag over her shoulder. “We should leave soon. This mission might be a bit harder than necessary since I don’t have all the information.” Catching sight of the flash of metal outside, Em opened and leaned out of the nearby window. “Go away, Mephisto! What are you even doing in Skyhaven?” She stood back in the apartment, making sure the window was locked shut.

“Mephisto?” Caleb asked, stepping towards her.

“One of my friends has this mechanical crow, that’s basically his second set of eyes, that just watches me sometimes. It’s so annoying, like he doesn’t realize I can handle myself.”

Caleb took a deep breath. He could address this friend later, but first, “Pip-squeak…” he began. “Isn’t that what we’re doing with your little friend in there?”

Em shook her head. “It’s different,” she insisted.

“If you say so,” Caleb sighed. “Let’s get going, pips. The faster we’re home, the better.”

The first hour was painful.

You were sad, angry, upset.

Vengeful.

All you could think of was how hard you would beat their asses when they let you out.

Who were they to think they knew what was best for you?

This was your life, not theirs. They might think they know what’s best for you, but aren’t you the only one to decide that?

And on top of that, no matter if it’s a stupid move, it’s your decision to make!

The anger, though, quickly gave way to tears. Were you really so helpless that you couldn’t get out of this situation? Were you so weak that they thought you couldn’t handle the mission, that you would just be a liability?

By the second hour you were laying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts swirled around you, your doubts holding you like a vice.

Maybe you were interfering too much. Messing up the story. You were never meant to be more than a secondary character, so who are you to try and insert yourself next to the Main Character?

You’re not important. Not in this life and not in the last.

So why are the Love Interests showing interest in you and not Em?

The question tortured you to no end. It just made no sense; all five men were so secretive, so defensive. They didn’t open up for anyone, most of the time not even Em. They’re not easily comfortable around someone, so why are they so comfortable around you?

And what exactly was the deal with the Relax Times?

You thought of how you’d giggled, blushing and nearly kicking your feet whenever they would do them in the game. It was so sweet, making it seem like you weren’t alone.

But now they were actually happening to you, and you’d gotten three out of five so far.

It made you think of all the self-aware fics you’d read, how Destiny Cafe was their place to truly bond with their person beyond the game. After all, all the affinity earned there was done completely by the player. It was the player’s choices that made them closer to the Love Interests, not the Main Character’s.

If you’d been more focused, more conscious, you might have finally connected the dots right then and there.

But the third hour came and went and your thoughts only grew heavier. The gray skies were growing darker and darker and you had no one there to help you calm the storm.

You were starting to think that you were stuck here. That you would be trapped here, all alone. That no one would come to get you. Who would care enough anyway?

Who would notice you missing?

At your apartment complex, Xavier waited nervously outside your door for an unheard knock to be answered.

At Akso Hospital, Zayne waited eagerly for his afternoon appointment with the Hunter’s Researcher who wouldn’t show.

At Mo Art Studio, Rafayel waited eagerly for his dozen or so texts to his new friend to be answered.

Deep in the N109 Zone, Sylus watched from the eyes of a mechanical crow, wondering just what he should do with this recent development.

And outside your locked bedroom door, Caleb debated telling you the truth as he watched Em fill out her mission reports, completely unbothered.

On the other side of the door, you were still limbless on the floor, holding back the sobs and screams trapped in your throat.

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[foreid]

Can you write a fic about Josh dating Chris’s younger sister

࿁ 𑄹 ˙ — ❝𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 !❞

ও ₊ summary: joining your step-brother on his 'ski trip' meant having to be extra sneaky with his best friend, whom you were romantically seeing behind his back.

be cautious: smut, p in v sex, fem!reader x bbsf!josh, sort of breeding kink, semi-plot, teasing, use of pet names, riding!!

wrds: 3.1k

a/n: im back on my joshy grind! anon u are so smartsies for this hehehe… i missed writing for this hunk of man, so i hope u guys enjoy !!!

because of the minor age gap between chris and you, it led to the introduction of his friend group. eventually meaning that sometimes you’d hang out with them without chris present.

hang out with one person in particular outside of everybody else. 

chris had announced to you that he’d be spending the week up at the ski lodge, he didn’t formarlly invite you, but his tone indicated that you should come.

you tried to act clueless about the plans, when in reality,  josh had told you about the trip almost week ahead of time. and you were already planning your outfits.

arriving at the lodge was new to you but it seemed to be familiar for chris and everyone else. 

you two seemed to be the last to arrive and chris was quick to blame it on your slow packing. 

when everyone was in their own personal rooms, unpacking and getting ready for whatever josh said he had planned for tonight. 

josh wasn’t one to hide his bias, which is why you got a room to yourself. mainly because he was one to sneak in mid–night to ‘surprise’ you and he didn’t want any cockblockers.

while unpacking, back turned towards the door of the room. it was a strange and hollow silence that fell through the lodge but it was comforting, everyone in their own niches, doing their own stuff. it felt nice. 

you didn’t hear anyone step into the room, because the feeling of rough hands snaking around your hands made you jump up a lot harder than expected, causing your heart to temporarily stop.

when you turned to meet the hands with a face, you glared at the familiar pair of green eyes met yours.

“shit, josh! you can’t just do that to a girl. scared the crap outta me.” you muttered the last sentence, resting your hands flat on the shirt beneath his flannel. the smile that was on his face was killer, immediately calming all of your nerves.

josh let a hand laze against the small of your back, the other one tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

it was an intimate act you were used to, meaning that he wanted to see more of your face which he liked so much.

“sorry. y’know i mean well.” he teased you, holding you flush against his chest, his face only an inch away from yours. 

you almost pushed yourself back, not trying to escape his grasp but keeping a respectable amount of space between you. “mm, door ‘s open, someone could see.” you muttered, staring over at the open grand door to your bedroom, holding your bottom lip between your teeth when you looked back up at him.

all he did was hum back in response, ducking his head down to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing the skin slowly. in a way that caused you to melt against him. you weren’t slow to respond, mewling between closed lips at the physical affection.

“j– josh…” you weakly protested, his hot lips on your skin making your entire body feel warm.

your reaction only made him move his lips up higher, biting your ear and inhaling your scent. “i’ve missed you, doll. don’t you miss me?” a warm whisper against its shell, his hands grabbing the fat of your hips in response. 

the way he spoke to you sent everything rushing right to your core, along with the idea that anyone could walk right past the open door and see what was going on.

his lips were like drugs, every time you two were alone together he couldn’t keep them or his hands off of you. you weren’t complaining, but right now, it was far too risky.

anyone could see. chris could see. and the first thing that he ever told josh when introducing you two was to not fuck you.

it’s safe to say josh went far beyond that boundary.

a sudden grab against the fatty tissue of your ass made you yelp, jumping up against him then staring at him with a familiar glare. 

he chuckled down at you shaking his head. “whoops. ‘m sorry, pretty thing. my hands, they got minds of their own.” he said as he placed an apologetic kiss on your jaw, simultaneously placing a quick slap against your ass cheek.

with that, he slipped away from you, walking out of the room with his hands behind his back and whistling some stupid tune like some cartoon character.

you just glared at his sexy back while he walked away. the way his arms filled up the flannel, how his forearms looked with the sleeves rolled up, and his messy hair shaping his face.

there was no way you were going to be able to keep your hands off of him for an entire week. 

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

the night came quicker than expected. everyone seemed to be cozied up on the living room floor by a fire, watching some 2000s slasher film and playing twister.

you were contorted somewhere between emily and ashley, holding yourself up with the strength of your right arm, practically collapsing and ruining the entire tower.

after lying on your back and choking on laughter, someone mentioned playing drinking games and you were so in. 

‘never have i ever’ someone makes a statement, if you’ve done it, you drink.

at first, it was simple things like: “never have i ever blacked out” or “never have i ever shoplifted.”

until somewhere, everything got lost in translation.

it was emily’s turn to speak, running her finger around the rim of her solo cup. “okay, okay. never have i ever… fucked somewhere i wasn’t supposed to.” she was clearly drunk, but there was a quiet giggle behind the words she slurred against.

josh sat right across from you, staring right at you and no one else when he lifted the cup up to drink from it.

unfortunately, you did too, taking a small sip.

the only other people who did were jess and surprisingly… matt?

but for some reason, emily only questioned you. “well look at that, she isn’t a prude after all! share with the group, y/n.” she leaned in a bit, as if she wasn’t budging.

your lips were pursed into a tight line, shaking your head. but as you stared at her, you couldn’t ignore the green eyes that beared into the side of your face. “y’know… that’s a story for another day.” you weren’t at the state of drunkenness where you share all your personal business yet.

thank god.

“yeah, good. i don’t wanna know anything about that.” chris blurted out, shivering in a grossed out way. you totally forgot he was even sitting there, alongside ashley, who managed to giggle at every little thing he said. 

you shot him a stare, flipping him off but disguising it as if you were holding up your cup.

the game ended with jess and emily drinking the most. not a shocker if you were honest, but it was still funny seeing them escorted upstairs because they could hardly walk. 

you insisted on staying behind to clean up, denying help from anyone else. as the living room began to empty up, the trash bag was only filling up. 

looking outside to a pitch black forest sent a certain chill up your spine, you didn’t hesitate to walk over towards the large window, closing both curtains.

turning around on your heels, you were met by a familiar, broad and tall figure.

josh’s sudden presence earned him a squeal from you.

“fuck! i need to put a bell on you or something.” you said, craning your neck up to get a good look at him. poking whatever part of his chest was right in front of you.

he just responded with a chuckle, letting you push past him so you could finish cleaning up. “oh. i didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, princess. i don’t mind trying it out.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, taking in the way you walked. how your shorts rode up each time you bent down to grab something. 

somehow, in some fucking way, he was hard as hell. the way your hips swayed, how you were just pressed up against him, and the way your perfume teased his nostrils even if it was from a few feet away.

his erection dared to tent up against his pants, it’d been a long ass time since he’d fucked you, and the last time you guys did– a phone call from chris interrupted it. ruining the mood completely. 

so to say he had been craving you for a while would reach the brink of an understatement.

when you finished tidying everything up, you stared at the living room while standing beside him.

“good as new, yeah?” you chirped up at him, staring at him from where you stood, your fingers threatening to intertwine with his. he felt it, the space between you two being almost illegally small. he let out an exhale through his nose.

somewhere, deep down, you wanted to jump his bones so bad. but you thought you had to be mindful of the people around you. too scared of getting to caught up and being discovered mid-session.

josh gave the living room a good glance over, grabbing your hand and tugging you against his chest. he grabbed your hips, a familiar and warm feeling. 

“mmm… good as new, baby.” replying to your question with a charming and pantie-dropping grin that almost made you audibly moan out. without even letting you think, he was crashing his lips with yours, sliding a hand down the back of your bare thigh, grabbing at it and manuevering your entire leg to over against his side.

taken aback at first, you were somehow hypnotized, grabbing at his face and neck while kissing him back. lips bashing against each other in a familiar dance.

his tongue teased your lips for entrance, once allowed, he was completely attacking your mouth. he was hungry. free-hand grabbing at your ass while the other kept your leg stable by him from beneath your knee.

if he hadn’t been cradling you the way he was, you would’ve collapsed into putty on the ground. 

the once quiet living room was full of lip-smacking and harsh huffing the two of you created, it was overbearing, making you beyond dizzy.

at some point, josh rushed his lips to a spot where your neck met your shoulder, attacking the soft skin with his tongue and teeth. 

when you felt the formation of a bruise you tugged at the hair on his nape, signalling him to stop. “hey—! stop that…” you tried your best to protest, but he just kept kissing your neck so delicately, it made your lest few words fade out into a soft moan. 

at some point, biting your jaw and tugging at your bottom lip, he rutted his hips against yours. groaning against your lips. you could smell and taste the alcohol. “wanna fuck you… s’bad. miss you, miss you so much–” he was so drunk. maybe even more drunk just from kissing and rubbing all upon you.

it was all too much, you felt like the walls were closing in and as if the air was being bumped up at a thousand degrees. 

you wanted to be in some kind of control. fed up of being caged in against a wall.

pressing your lips against him in a softer and delicate kiss, you pushed your feet against him, shuffling throughout the living room until you reached a part of the sofa. you broke the kiss, earning a sound of discontent from josh.

which was quickly replaced by a soft ‘oh?’ when you pushed him down onto the couch, straddling on top of his manspread. 

reluctantly, your hands made their way to his shoulders, elbows lying on top of them. 

he grinned up at you, grabbing at your hips from beneath your shirt. the cold of his hands made you shiver. 

josh’s lips found yours again, kissing you sloppily and with more fever than before. his hands rode up, when he felt that you had no bra on, he let out a content-filled groan into your mouth.

the second he got his hands on your bare breasts, he rubbed both of your nipples within his thumbs, earning a soft mewl from you.

your back arched in place, body overwhelmed from the sudden pleasure after not feeling him against you like this for so long. you grabbed at his hair in the way you knew he liked, being unable to control the way your hips rutted against him.

the more you reacted, the more he played with your tits. a look of complete hunger and lust painted over his face as he watched you. “could make you come just from this. ‘s been a while, you think you could just sit on it, no prep?” he murmured against the skin on your neck, his fingers never ceasing on your buds. 

his voice rang through your ears, in all honesty, your mind was too blank to even fully understand what he said. all you did was reply meekly with a soft nod and a quiet moan.

josh flipped your shirt up, locking his lips around one of your nipples, his thumb flicking the other.

jaw slack and hips ruttening, you moaned out, unintentionally. it echoed through the bottom floor– causing the two of you to stop completely. 

josh’s eyes were locked on you now, wide and he looked as if he was trying not to laugh,

a hand slid its way to your face, his palm cupping right on top of your mouth.

“i’m gonna fuck you now, want y’to ride me. but you gotta be quiet,” his mouth moved against your ear while his free hand tugged your shorts down, you held yourself up so they could fall past your knees. “can you do that for me, baby?” a soft stripe against the shell of your ear as he felt you through your panties, grinning against your skin at how soaked you already were.

at some point in time, he freed himself, a hand hovered on the bottom of your bare ass, holding you up. “shit. sit on it, c’mon… need it bad.” he was on the pitch of a whine, but right against a gruttal groan.

you did just that, his command didn’t even need you to think twice, you were doing it the second he asked. 

as you sank down on it, just from the tip, it was like being cracked apart. you knew it had been a while, but you didn’t realize how long it had been until now.

he had bottomed out. all seven inches. you dared to scream out, his hand quickly rushed to your mouth, he looked at you, scolding you without words.

“gotta be quiet, baby. d’nt wanna get caught.” josh spoke to you breathlessly, letting you grow comfortable before he stared moving your hips for you.

you were moving, hard. eyes shut and jaw slack as he was hitting every spot inside of you. your hands were grabbing at his shirt for stability, everything was being thrown at you all at once.

it was when he started pushing his hips up against yours that you snapped. your rhythm met his as you completely forgot how to think. you lost control of the noises that slipped out of you, blabbing out things before thinking.

josh’s teeth sank into the exposed skin of your shoulder, hands grabbing onto the flesh on your ass. he gave up on trying to keep you quiet, the obscene noises of your wet cunt and skin slapping masking any moan you let out.

with every timed he thrusted up into you, a louder noise was pushed out of you. your hands lifted up majority of his shirt, nails managing to dig into the skin of his back as he fucked you.

josh’s words were on the line of incoherent. “missed t’s pussy so bad. tell me you’re mine, all mine, baby.” he slurred out in a low growl, grabbing at your skin in a way that would leave it marked up. 

the physical pleasure of being so full and stretched along with his words made you rut against him at a quicker pace.

it was when he started to match you that you lost all sight of your surroundings. the more he fucked you the quicker you lost all of your self control.

already clawing at him and yowling like a wild animal, there was no window open for self-respect any more.

legs trembling and mouth wide open, with every quick thrust you were closer and closer, the more he hit a specific spot, the closer you became.

“y– yes.. holy sh– shit, right there…!” you rode against him, trying to match his pace as you bit against his ear, riding towards your orgasm.

and it hit you hard. you came with a loud moan, body freezing up, and back arching so your chest was flushed against his. you swore you saw some kind of stars, vision spotting and brain melting out through your ears.

your eyes rolled into your skull but he kept fucking you.

the way your walls squeezed against his girth, he was biting on his bottom lip as he held you in place, using you to finish. 

his brows were knitted and furrowed, eyes low and dazed. “f– fuck, g’nna fill this pretty pussy up. ‘m bout to fill you up, get you so pregnant.” josh could only babble out, pussy drunk out of his damn mind.

with three more, hard and quick thrusts, he was spilling a thick and messy load deep inside of you with a low, bass moan.

sweat was pooling up against his forehead, hair sticking against it, bottom lip permanently stuck between his teeth.

you slumped down against his chest, resting your head against his shoulder.

he stayed inside, letting you lie there on top of him as he ran a hand along your head, placing a kiss against your forehead.

in a quick moment, you twitched, a sign that meant you fell asleep.

josh smiled against your hair, taking in your smell. 

usually, he’d clean you up then put you into bed and move to sleep in his own, but this time it felt different.

he felt, comfortable. like he wanted to be here just a bit longer and take you in.

fuck. he was in too deep. and no one was getting him out of this one.

what’d he get himself into?

[eepy-cookies]

Characters: Shadow Milk Cookie x G/N! Reader Content Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Spoilers for Beast-Yeast episode 8 of the finale Disclaimer: If the characters are ooc, remember that this is made for fun. (ngl its been a while since I type a fanfic, but I am still rusty on that so bear with me, plus I found a post on twitter that SMC could also be Blue Moon Cookie but its just a guess.)

After the defeat of the jester that got away...

There was a memory in the distant past, WAY before he himself was created. Surely you have heard the tale of the first five cookies that were made before they become the beast cookies, a cookie one of the beast fell in love but...

The witches had to hide a terrible secret that if a cookie has the most missing incomplete ingredients, that said cookie is sick and cannot live until old age.

??? Cookie: "Um... Are you sure that there is a way to create a cure?"

??? Cookie: "There is a possibility I believe, as a fount of knowledge I will find the cure. But if I kindly ask"

(I remember the first meeting we have (Y/N) Cookie, it pains me to know this...)

That unfortunate cookie named (Y/N) Cookie has an incurable illness, due to the Witch's mistake, The Fount of Knowledge was desperate to find the cure for (Y/N) Cookie, the very first friend who greeted the pre-corrupted beast in a kingdom that was now long gone. One of them falls for that unfortunate cookie, their kindness, patience, and confidence they had charmed him even if he was at his lowest. He knew the pain in the future and yet, he yearned for more.

They both get along well, it was peaceful for them. He never felt any happier just being by their side, but not all happiness last much longer.

One day he was about to give (Y/N) Cookie a gift, a love letter that will never be opened and read.

???: "(Y/N) COOKIE?!" ???: "PLEASE WAKE UP!"

He stood there shocked, (Y/N) Cookie was on the floor struggling to get up. He knew (Y/N) Cookie was sick and yet their own health is getting worse by the minute, in a act of desperation he decided to look further into knowledge casting a spell on (Y/N) Cookie to keep their health in check, but as the years go by madness took hold of him and decided to cast a spell on them.

???: "My love...I am sorry...."

Madness CLEARLY took a hold of him.

Shadow Milk Cookie: "I can't afford to lose you! So I will make you as one of my puppets! Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"

And yet...

Tears fell from his face, he drops down to his knees leaning closer to them.

He can't do it.

He can't harm the one he love dearly.

Leaving only behind a kiss on the forehead, and the unread love letter in their hands. He casted the spell that would last much longer in hopes to find a cure while he is away. After all he will just lie to himself that he killed them, it's no big deal.

----

Pure Vanilla Cookie: This must be the place.

Wizard Cookie: A coffin? Why this place?

Gingerbrave Cookie: !!! Look a cookie is inside!

Strawberry Cookie: Are they...still breathing?!

Pure Vanilla Cookie watch as the sleeping (Y/N) remained in the coffin, sleeping peacefully. To which he now understands why Shadow Milk Cookie was trying to preserve some of his energy, casting a life lasting spell was taking a toll on him even if he was sealed.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: I hope this spell allowed you to wake up...

With no other explanation another spell was casted, pure healing magic was casting on (Y/N) Cookie. Pure Vanilla Cookie witnessed this tragic memory, and yet he had to secretly admit, he is evil but his capability of magic was greater far from what he had imagined.

But all that's left was silence, and yet...

Everyone: !!!

??? Cookie: ...W....Wh....

Gingerbrave Cookie: Look their awake!

Pure Vanilla Cookie: (Y/N) Cookie..... are you awake?

(Y/N) Cookie: ...H...hung.....r..y...

Strawberry Cookie quickly pull out an extra supply of royal bear jellies and gently feed (Y/N) Cookie as the others watch in concern. In the corner of Pure Vanilla Cookie's soul jam they aren't the only ones who witness a miracle that was tragic yet so real.

---

Arriving at a safe in (Y/N) Cookie was put on a wheel chair carefully eating the jelly soup one of the cookies made, they themselves were confused knowing that they would pass on and yet here they are somehow alive, still sick but still living, as if someone was carrying the burden off from their shoulders.

(Y/N) Cookie looked at the letter that they kept and had not opened and kept it close to them at all times. They need to know what happen, what year is it, and most importantly...where are their only friends?

...

..

.

That night when everyone is asleep, (Y/N) Cookie wheeled their way to the balcony watching the stars holding the letter close to their chest. Wondering where did their friend go, glancing at the letter that was remained fresh despite how many years has passed. They opened the letter carefully just to give it a read.

But before they can actually read it...

??? Cookie: ...(Y../N) Cookie?"

That recognizable voice from behind, (Y/N) Cookie looked to see that what was once the one they knew was in a different appearance of a jester. They were supposed to feel fear and yet...

(Y/N) Cookie: ...Are...you.... Blue Moon / Blueberry Milk Cookie?

He walked closer to see if they are actually alive, (Y/N) is still sick but cannot walk properly. Their hands reached out to him, gently touching his cheek. His face was unreadable and yet...

Shadow Milk Cookie: Are you....awake? (Y/N) Cookie?

There was no voice is mischief or anything, just pure vulnerable voice he has left of them. (Y/N) Cookie nodded as he kneel on the ground gently yet carefully hugging (Y/N) Cookie hiding his face to their chest. (Y/N) Cookie gently hugged him back remembering the usual scent that they personally love.

His own body shaking which (Y/N) was crying in turn, wondering to themselves what happened to him when they are asleep for SO very long?

[rhaenyra-storms]

Aegon x healer!reader where reader is affectionate yet professional? She's taking care of him like a child and Aegon, being a meow meow with mommy issues has fallen hard.

oh, we all know aegon has deep mommy issues, so this is definitely something i can imagine happening heheh

pairing: aegon targaryen x f!reader warnings: aegon is falling hard AND FAST, mommy issues, description of an open wound, blood, he just wants to be cared for, aegon could be a warning (but he's soft in this), alcohol addiction words: 1.5k

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Aegon didn't want to fall in love with you. It was really more of an accident in his eyes. Growing up with his mother's influence and going through a phase of defying her and then obeying her, he could maybe trace his interest in you back to that.

He always wanted to impress his mother like Aemond did. He wasn't as gentle as Helaena or as strong as Aemond.

Maybe he just wanted someone to care for him and just him. His mother had always been bouncing between the realm, his father and his siblings. All those expectations set upon him from a young age had made him turn to alcohol and it was the only thing strong enough to numb his thoughts in a sufficient way.

Until you came along.

You were meant to check in on him, making sure the king was healthy and well. Most of his servants didn't really engage in friendly conversation with him, so he didn't expect you to be any different.

It was a rainy day when you had come in to check out a bruise on his skin that didn't seem to disappear for weeks. It wasn't anything serious, based on your knowledge, but you took your time that day and it was just you and the King in the room. Aegon had been in a rather bad mood the entire time you had been here, but the silence was uncomfortable as only the storm could be heard raging outside.

"Did you plan on going outside today, your grace?” You asked him as you stirred the ointment you had prepared a few minutes ago.

Aegon never liked to talk and he loved to avert his gaze from you all the time.

On the few occasions you had met his brother, Prince Aemond, you could tell that this was a key difference between them. You often felt like the younger prince's eye never left you, burning holes into your back even when you didn't look at him.

Your presence seemed to annoy him. So you didn't really expect him to answer at all, but at least you would have tried to make a bit of friendly conversation.

"Not really. We're having a council meeting later on."

Aegon's voice was more quiet than usual, his gaze distant as he watched the rain pour in buckets outside.

You tried to hide the surprise you were feeling. This was the most words Aegon had ever spoken to you, but you didn't want to ruin the moment by telling him that. "I hope it goes well, your grace," you replied instead, moving closer to the King.

"Would you mind showing me the bruise again?"

Aegon complied without another word, stretching out his arm and pulling his sleeve up.

He noticed how gentle you were when you applied the ointment to his skin and for a short moment, he even took a closer look at you. The King had met a few healers throughout his life, but none of them had been as pretty as you were.

She is not yours to desire.

His mother's voice echoed in his head. When he was younger, Aegon took whatever he wanted, but he felt too exhausted for that now. While the wine was able to drown out his worries, he always felt like catastrophe was right around the corner. They were heading towards a war and in the private confines of his chambers, he didn't have the energy to act confident anymore.

He didn't even thank you when you were done with your work. You were just dismissed, as usual, but you couldn't help feeling a little satisfied that you had coaxed a few words out of the King at least.

Most of your meetings with the King followed the same pattern. However, he did let a few more words slip each time.

Once, you even managed to make him laugh with a simple joke of yours.

You had heard Aegon laugh before. It was always a loud and menacing one, but that one time you had joked with him, his laugh was gentle and almost too quiet to be heard.

It had been two weeks since your last visit to the King and there wasn't any scheduled meeting ahead of you. You had done your routine checks the last time you had seen him and unless he hurt himself badly, you wouldn't be called upon.

The sun had already disappeared behind the trees of the King's Wood as you prepared to call it a day for now. You were on your way back to the castle gates, having finished a visit to the King's brother, when a Knight of the Kingsguard caught up with you in the hallway.

"I am sorry to disturb you, m'lady, but the King has hurt himself and needs your assistance."

There wasn't any room for you to argue here. You were tired and wanted to go home for the day, but if the King was in need of your help, you weren't in a position to deny it. You didn't even find yourself wanting to. What had Aegon gotten into this time?

His guard didn't follow you inside the room. Instead, he closed the heavy doors behind you and for a moment, you couldn't even spot Aegon in the room.

However, you could hear quiet groans from behind the blinds opposite of you. "Your grace?"

Aegon tumbled towards you eventually, clutching his left hand with his right one. "I need your help."

His pale skin was stained with blood. The red liquid dropped onto the floor and your breath caught in your throat. You placed your pack of supplies down, grabbing the first towel you could find in it and rushed over to him.

Aegon's face had turned red, his eyes fixated on you as you gently manoeuvred him over to a chair, wrapping the towel around his injured hand.

"What happened, your grace?" You asked, pressing the fabric against the wounds.

"I cut myself." His right hand wasn't injured, but it was covered in blood. He pointed to the other side of the room where glass shards were scattered over the floor and more bloodstains could be seen around them.

"I need to clean the wound first. Stay here," you mumbled quickly and rushed over to retrieve a clean wipe before soaking it with alcohol. You didn't want to risk the king getting an infection and you definitely had to talk to the maester to keep a close eye on him from now on. If he was showing the slightest signs of a fever, you should be called immediately.

Aegon's head hurt, but it didn't stop him from staring at you. The worried expression in your eyes... he was rarely able to see it aimed at him. Everyone always looked at him greedily or with hatred glowing in their eyes. He wasn't loveable and everyone around him made sure to tell him that.

But when you cleaned and bandaged his wounds, talking softly to him while doing so, and looking like you cared, he for once felt like someone could genuinely like him. It didn't have to be love, of course, but he felt like he was experiencing it in some way.

You were smart and beautiful and you cared enough for Aegon to let his guard down. Enjoy your beautiful eyes and bathe in the feeling of genuinely being cared for.

It was happening fast. Too fast.

But all he had ever known were the cold stares from his mother, his brother and especially his wife and sister.

"You need to be more careful, A-"

Your breath caught in your throat. "I am sorry, your grace, I-"

Aegon lifted his healthy hand for a moment. "Don't worry about it. I prefer Aegon anyway."

Had he ever allowed a servant to call him by his name? No. Did it feel right to have you do it when you always gave him those sweet smiles? Definitely. "It's just Aegon," he clarified.

Your eyes visibly widened at the correction. It was surprising that the King would allow you to call him by his first name, but you wouldn't complain. He looked more content after he offered it to you and that expression looked good on him.

"Of course. Just Aegon," you smiled, closing the bandage around his hand once and for all. You then filled a cup with water, handing it to the King and your patient. "Drink. It would be best for you to rest and not put too much pressure on your left hand."

While Aegon always loved to defy whatever someone told him to do, he was happy to oblige this time. He took the cup from you and downed it in one go, placing it back down on the table afterwards.

"Thank you. For..."

When had he ever genuinely thanked someone in the last few years?

"For helping me."

You let out a small laugh, looking at the man in front of you. "There is no need to thank me, Aegon. It's my profession after all. Helping you and looking after you."

Your voice was so sweet and soft, it sounded like music to Aegon's ears. He wanted to hear it play more often from now on.

He couldn't keep cutting himself on purpose to make you care for him, but he could invite you to more joyful meetings.

Because it felt good to actually be cared for. Especially by someone as beautiful as you.

[charchev]

Blue Lock characters when the reader runs their hands through their hair!

bllkxgn!reader

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi leaned into your touch like a lazy cat, his eyes half-lidded as you combed your fingers through his silvery locks. “Mm, feels nice,” he muttered, voice drowsy, as though he was seconds from falling asleep. He didn’t move, except for the occasional tilt of his head to guide your hand to where he wanted. “Keep going,” he murmured, utterly relaxed. “It’s too much of a hassle to stop now.”

Rin Itoshi

Rin stiffened the moment your fingers brushed his hair. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice sharp despite the faint redness dusting his ears. But when you didn’t stop, his gaze softened ever so slightly, though his expression stayed guarded. He sighed, barely audible. “Just… don’t mess it up,” he mumbled, his eyes flicking to the side as if to hide his face from you.

Sae Itoshi

Sae arched an eyebrow as you ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re awfully bold, huh?” he teased, though there was no malice in his tone. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he leaned back slightly, allowing you better access. “I guess I’ll let you, just this once,” he said, his voice smooth, though the way his eyes lingered on you suggested he was enjoying this far more than he let on.

Yoichi Isagi

Isagi froze, his face flushing immediately as you started playing with his hair. “W-what are you doing?” he stammered, trying but failing to hide how flustered he was. When he realized you weren’t stopping, he gave up, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I guess it’s fine,” he mumbled, his cheeks still pink. But he couldn’t stop the small, shy smile that tugged at his lips.

Bachira Meguru

Bachira practically purred, tilting his head into your hand like he was starved for attention. “Hehehe, this is fun!” he giggled, his golden eyes shining with delight. “Go on, more! I bet you can make me fall asleep like this.” His grin widened as he reached up to tug at your wrist playfully. “You better not get bored, okay? I wanna keep this up forever!”

Reo Mikage

Reo blinked in surprise when your fingers slipped through his hair, but he quickly adjusted, his confidence kicking in. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked with a playful smirk, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed his composure. He leaned closer, resting his chin in his hand. “You know, if you like my hair so much, I wouldn’t mind you doing this more often,” he said casually, though his eyes were warm and earnest.

[buckiverse]

hiiii, im callista, the one who actually made the CAWK ANALYSIS DIAGRAM, and im begging you to talk about xav and raf too so i can add them to our very important research <3

☆ warnings: mdni, a cock analysis for rafayel (including lemurian form) and xavier

☆ a/n: when i saw your post on twitter I was so shocked >< (in a let me pick up a mf pen and paper type of way) but, when I started cooking this one I did in fact realize I am a monster fucker when it involves rafayel (and sylus too who am I kidding fr), so I am looking forward to the updated research hehehe

sylus, caleb, and zayne ver.

R6.76GGPV - #dc9ca2

Rafayel’s physique is striking. He’s tall, with a lean, wiry frame that speaks to his grace and agility. Don’t be fooled by his size—this man is one with the water. His strength is deceptive, fluid, and undeniable. And, let’s be real: he’s lean, he’s sculpted, and damn, he looks incredible. His stamina is off the charts—of course, he’s a God of the sea. Hello?

Now, let’s get to the real topic at hand: his cock. It’s not the biggest—6.76 (17.1704 cm) inches, rounded to the nearest decimal—but Rafayel is a grower, okay. And what he has is a masterpiece. Gorgeous. I mean gorgeous. The kind of cock that makes you want to worship him, offering yourself up at his altar. There’s a bit of girth to it, too, and trust me, it’s a blessing in itself.

The head? Perfectly shaped, a stunning, pretty pink—honestly, it could be my new favorite lipstick shade. As for his pubic hair? None. Nada. Rafayel is smooth, clean, and pristine. (or he has designs because, yes the fuck he would) But here’s the thing: he doesn’t care what you do with yours. Whatever you’re working with, it’ll drive him wild.

Oh, and the veins. He doesn’t have many, but each one is perfectly placed like his cock was crafted by the gods themselves (maybe because he is one). No more than three, all connecting at various places on his shaft, and if you trace your fingers on it—even if it's a feather-light touch, his cock will jump. It’s almost too pretty—like a work of art you can’t stop staring at.

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Now, let’s talk about Rafayel as the Lemurian. His cock in this form? Thick. Fat. Gloriously imposing. At a solid nine inches (22.86 cm), it’s crowned with a knot at the base that’s thick and impossibly enticing. And his shaft is covered in soft, smooth scales—silky to the touch, like oiled skin or delicate petals. That knot? It’s primal, and when he’s overcome by the need to breed, it’s game over. Once he’s inside, don’t even think about running. You’re his, and he’s not letting you go until he’s filled you with his little sea heirs.

Oh, and just imagine him murmuring in that low, teasing voice: “Isn’t this what you wanted, pretty girl?” And you know his eyes are dark and overcome with need.

The scales don’t stop at his cock, either. They trail up his sides, climbing his torso, adding a texture that’s as sensitive as it is otherworldly. When you run your hands over him, he’s electrified, almost trembling with the intensity of sensation. And his cock? Hyper-sensitive. In this form, he’s consumed by the urge to breed, to claim you completely.

Careful what you wish for—because when Rafayel takes you, there’s no turning back.

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As we all know, Xavier’s figure is quite shrouded in clothes. But truly—his figure is imposing. He’s tall, surprisingly muscular, it’s easy to forget this man is a trained (experienced) hunter. Of course he’s in good shape—it’s impossible for him not to be. He needs to be agile and perceptive—just like how he fucks by the way (like a jack rabbit).

So, his cock. Well, it's pretty—too pretty. A solid six and a half inches (16.51 cm), and yes, he’s a grower. Like I said, his clothes hide everything. And it’s thick, too thick for his own good—Xavier has a habit of reveling in your reaction to it—everytime. When he pulls his pants down and he watches your eyes grow big, your pupils dilate, he can see the wheels turning in your head. 

The head is like a mushroom and is so pretty pink, it has a beautiful red tint to it. So thick and it stretches you out everytime, and the tears pooling in your eyes get him going, he might say something like “You’re everything—do you know that? Everything.” Oh gosh and he keeps the hair low and trimmed or he’s bald—a perk of aging slowly is that everything grows slowly too.

And did i mention—he can make it glow. The craziest thing about him is that he's a come machine. He has this innate ability to pump endless amounts of come into you—he needs too. He has too much stamina and can go forever.

He’s literally fucking insatiable, once he has a taste of you. 

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