#i love him so incredibly much and i am going to hold this art close to my heart forever more đ
misty invasion - omnipotent perception
â .á⧠PAIRING: rafayel x female reader (afab)
â â§.Ë GENRE: smut, porn with some plot, porn with feelings, angst with comfort
â .á⧠WORD COUNT: 6.5k (whoâs surprised)
â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, slight spoilers and alterations to âomnipotent perception (rafayelâs misty invasion card), slightly toxic relationship, m!receiving handjob, bathtub sex, pulling out, cummies in hair/face, lots of making out, hickeys, HEAVY references to rafayelâs lore (sea god and some abysswalker), references to rafayelâs 4* memory fragrant dream, so much angst (with comfort), soooo much feelings, sensory deprivation, sensory play, blindfolding, switch!raf, desperate rafayel, kinda withholding rafayel, clothes on in tub, p in v seggs, use of y/n, use of pet names
â .á⧠LINKS: video | ao3 | xav's version | sylus's version | zayne's version
â â§.Ë A/N: RAF IS HERE! sooooo this one is a long one. each one of my misty invasions got longer and longer, i am a menace to myself. but this one made sense, i felt as if rafâs misty invasion had the most lore subtly stitched into it and you guys know i always try and explore some angst/lore <3 i am very happy and excited to finally close out the misty invasion series.Â
iâm going to be taking a much needed break after this. iâll likely still be writing, but slowly and in my own time. I had a brief period of motivation, after the clarity of sharing my story, but now i am back to being anxious and exhausted.
that being said, please do not send anyone hate in my name or in my defense. I have never and will never ask for that. itâs enough that i have your support, i donât need more than that.Â
special thank you to my friend @myusuchaa for helping me SO much with the rafayel lore. definitely the biggest fish forker i know <3
as always, if i missed any warnings or used too specific physical descriptors, let me know and i can do better! thank you guys for your support. i love you!
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.
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âDo you feel lonely in this world that is totally different from yours?â
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Itâd been a beautiful summer day, riding bicycles along the Italian coast of Verona. Rafayel had just finished his piece for an art exhibition in the capital of the picturesque city, and youâd had time to soak in the summer breeze with each other. The air was wonderfully salty, just enough to remind you of the sea itself. Of Rafayel.Â
It hadnât truly surprised you when youâd found out Rafayel had lived here before, especially now knowing his Lemurian roots. Something about the way he walked through the Veronian brick paved roads, the rustic wind tousling his beachy waves, the cloudy sun shining on his effervescent skin. Like heâd belonged here, once upon a time.Â
It was the perfect day.
Even when youâd teased him about the Lemurian whoâd dissipated into sea foam for a mere human, and Rafayelâs expression misted over with a melancholic nostalgia. When his eyes glazed over with a torrent of inexplicable emotions, he could tell you wanted to prod him about it. But you didnât, and for that he was incredibly grateful. There was a part of him that longed for you to know, to remember, the truth of that story. But he couldnât trust you with that part of him again. Not yet.Â
Even then, it was a perfect day. The two of you in Verona, the city of Romeo and Juliet.Â
Two ill-fated lovers.Â
It was perfect, he was perfect.Â
Until you asked him that question.Â
âDo you feel lonely in this world that is totally different from yours?â
Suddenly, Rafayel couldnât look you in the eyes. Even when the rain droplets had started to patter onto your sun kissed skin, Rafayel holding you close under his favorite cardigan to shelter you from the onslaught of crystalline water. He couldnât look at you. He refused to look at you.
If he did, you mightâve seen the tumultuous storm flickering in his eyes. The violets in his irises bright with unshed tears, the blues dark with a bitter loneliness.Â
He didnât speak to you the entire way back to your hotel, heading straight to the bathroom. At first you think that perhaps heâs upset with you, but he only draws you a warm bath in the luxurious clawfoot tub overlooking the Italian night lights.Â
When he finally does speak to you, peeling off his layers of soaked clothing, you can tell heâs masking his true emotions under a facade of classic Rafayel sarcasm. Joking about whether he should write a Lemurian handbook for you or just read you 1,001 Lemurian stories. But he surprises you when his voice cracks with a raw genuineness, one thatâs masked under layers and layers of hesitancy and loneliness. You canât quite understand it.
âYou can be my caretaker. And I can tell you 1,001 stories,â he mutters, eyes trained on the ground once more, voice soft and vulnerable.Â
âIâm okay with every choice you provide,â he continues as he peels your wet jacket off your shoulders innocently. When his hand reaches the inside of your coat, grazing against your exposed waist, he pulls his hand back. His face is a storm of conflicted torment.
â...But you should take a warm bath first. Or else youâll catch a cold.â
As he turns to leave, the sight of his lean and muscled back making you blush, you muster all your courage and call out to him, âYou canât leave. You still havenât answered my question.â
You catch his wrist, using all your force to pull him back. Rafayel stiffens, unable to catch himself before he tumbles backwards into the filled tub.Â
Heâs able to protect his head from hitting the edge of the tub, the water sloshing around and splashing onto the tiled bathroom floor. Rafayel sits in the tub, not a semblance of annoyance on his face. Instead he looks flustered, the warm water clinging to his defined muscles.
âDo you want me to stay?â
Rafayelâs hair is disheveled, the water making clumps of his damp hair stick to his wet skin. His eyes watch you with inscrutable emotions, waiting for you to speak.Â
You donât answer his question, instead asking one of your own.
âYou can spare me the details, but thereâs something important you should tell meâŠâ you hum, walking to his side by the tub, leaning over him, âHow do Lemurians express love?â
Rafayel looks startled by your question for a second before composing himself, âDo you really want to know?â The fragrant candles in the bathroom flicker, the steam of the bath dancing against the soft flames. His words seem less like a genuine questionâŠand more like a vague warning.Â
Before you can respond, Rafayelâs fingers are closed around your wrist, tugging you into the tub on top of him. You squeal as Rafayel guides your body onto his, the violent crashing of water loud against the soft sound of the rain against the large glass windows.
Rafayel looks smug, his hand holding yours against his chest. Youâre messily sprawled across his half naked body when he shifts you off of him so that he can sit next to you, his strong arm wrapping around your body. The warm water is uncomfortable against your still half-clothed body, but you can only focus on the way Rafayel holds your fingers up to his mouth, pressing a kiss into the back of your hand like you were royalty.Â
âWhen Lemurians fall in love with someoneâŠâ Rafayel mutters, his warm breath fanning against your hand, âAll our senses are committed to perceive them without question.â His eyes are intense as he speaks to you, hoping to convey even an ounce of the love he speaks so honestly of.Â
You raise an eyebrow at him, âYour senses? LikeâŠthis?â You untangle your hand from his, bringing your index finger up to his lips. You barely graze his pouty bottom lip before heâs panting, struggling to speak.Â
â...Your way of triggering my âsensesâ has only touched the surface,â he mutters sulkily, yet he has to look away from you, cheeks rosy at your mere touch. He grabs your hand, eyes locked back onto yours giving you a silent warning.Â
But you only proceed further, your fingers grasping his chin, your eyes peering up at him with a faux innocence. Itâs not long before your fingers wander south, pressing into his heaving chest, flitting around his sharp collarbones. Rafayelâs reaction only fuels you with mischief and confidence, the way his breath matches his heartbeat: fast, erratic, and demanding.Â
He looks at you with almostâŠdisbelief. Disbelief at your actions, but more so disbelief at the way your simplest touches can have his body reacting so viscerally. It was a testament of just how much the dark-mauve haired Lemurian loved you, his every sense reacting to you so readily.
â...Are all humans idiots?â Rafayel grits, refusing to look at you again. But his body betrays his words when your hand ventures further down. Youâre barely able to register the shocked expression on his flushed face before your back is pressed into the edge of the tub, the water splashing wilding as Rafayel hovers atop you.
Heâs careful not to press his body into you, knowing heâd be an absolute goner once he felt your core against his. His thick muscles twitch angrily as he holds you down against the back of the tub, your hand clutching his shoulder for support against his erratic actions.Â
âSomeoneâs intentions are as clear as day,â he accuses you. Though his words hold not even an ounce of ill-intention, he narrows his eyes at you. Just then, the rain outside turns into lightning, briefly illuminating Rafayelâs ethereal features. The flash of light accentuates the tempest thatâs brewing in suspicious eyes.Â
As you watch the turmoil flicker in them, you suddenly think maybe you pushed too far, âDo you not like it?â Your voice comes out more insecure than youâd wanted it to, suddenly aware of how forward you were being.
Rafayel sighs, pausing before his voice comes out pained, âIf I said I didnât, would you stop?âÂ
At the hint of anguish in his voice, you move to pull your hand away. But Rafayelâs hand abandons its grip on the tub to clasp against your hand, holding it tighter against his neck, refusing to let you go.
You gasp, as his movements cause the warm water to swash around. With his forceful hand over yours, your flushed skin prickles against his alarmingly chilly skin.Â
âRafayel, your body is so cold!â you whisper worriedly, fearing he might be catching a cold. For a second you forget that heâs Lemurian, accustomed to the frigid depths of the ocean. As your eyes search his anxiously, hand still gripping his cold shoulder, Rafayelâs own eyes watch yours meticulously.Â
The swirls of blue and pink in his eyes have always been breathtaking, like the perfect mix of the most expensive paints. But now, as he watches you with the depth of the whole Lemurian oceans in his eyes, youâre completely speechless to the flickering of rampant passion behind them.Â
That is until he grabs your chin roughly. Rafayel was no stranger to taking what he wanted, but this was different. The way he grabbed you screamed ofâŠinsecurity. Demanding, but unsure all the same. His cheeks are tinged the prettiest of coral pinks, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly as he closes the distances between your faces. Quickly, so he canât change his mind.Â
His soft lips slot over yours in a bruising embrace of passion, need, and unwavering longing. Thereâs something mind numbing about how gently his lips take yours, yet the pads of his fingers hold your chin so forcibly, as if afraid youâd slip into the depths of the water and disappear from his arms forever.Â
The thunder rumbles deafeningly but all you can hear is Rafayel. He pants into you, his mouth claiming every inch of your lips, of your tongue. He kisses you like he knows nothing else, like he feels nothing else.Â
He doesnât let you go, although youâd never want him to. You only want him to hold you tighter, pull you closer, take you harder. You want to protest when he finally pulls away, gasping as a thin rope of saliva connects your parted and bruised lips.
Flashes of light illuminate his face, making him look as ethereal as the sirens warned about in ancient tales and myths. He hesitates to speak, trying to find the words to convey the emotions heâs been trying to control since the memories of Verona had begun to overwhelm him. The memories of his past. His past with you.
âAnd youâre warm,â he pants, still trying to catch his breath. His heart was pounding painfully, his body always so willing to react to you. All his senses, always so hyper aware of you, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. His thumb strokes your glistening bottom lip, fingers still holding your chin captive. His eyes watch you with an unbearable longing, the previously intense crinkle in them softened to a tender vulnerability.Â
âSo perfect for me.â
Butterflies wriggle in your tummy, and you reach your wet hands reach up to cup his cheeks.Â
âRafayel, you seem differentâŠâ you mumble, stroking the cold and smooth expanse of his cheek. He looks down, avoiding your gaze, clearly grappling with a turmoil of intrusive emotions and memories. Despite that all, his face softens under your touch, even unbeknownst to him.Â
Before you can ask him whatâs on his mind, heâs rubbing his cheeks into your palms. The warmth of your affectionate embrace makes it difficult for Rafayel to think clearly, and he canât stop himself from whispering, âWill you still love me no matter who I become?â
Youâre speechless at the blatant insecurity in his voice, in his eyes. Rafayel was always confident, years as a world-famous artist had made him self-assured in more ways than one. But now, as his shadowed and down-cast eyes searched yours desperately for an answer, you could see just how unsure he was. You could see the cracks forming in his polished shield, the fissure spider webbing uncontrollably, on the precipice of shattering completely.Â
His eyes pierce yours, fully intending to get an answer from you. You donât even think he notices how pouty heâs become, his bottom lip protruding in an tragically adorable show of just how badly he needs you to understand him. To love him.Â
To remember him.Â
Unable to withstand his paralyzing gaze any longer, you yank him down to you by the chain that hangs around his neck. The silver necklace matched the shimmering bracelet heâd gifted you, that currently sits on your own wrist.Â
Rafayel grunts as you pull him closer, clearly taken aback. His gaze doesnât lighten, only becoming more intense and heated as your breath grows more bated against his own parted lips.Â
âYouâŠâ he grumbles, trailing off, eyes flickering down to the beautiful sheen across your lips, before they dart away, looking to where his fingers grip the edge of the porcelain white tub. The rosy blush that dusts his cheeks gives away just how much he yearns for more, more of you.Â
You find him to be so irresistibly tortured that you canât help but hook your arm around his neck, pulling him further down until your lips collide with his collar. If you can take even an ounce of his tumultuous pain away, youâd do it.
The thunder roars violently as you kiss him, the water in the tub splashing over and hitting the bathroom tile. Rafayel is quick to relent all control, letting you take every inch of him. His fingers thread into your hair as you kiss his sensitive chest, teeth nipping at the cold skin on his collar. His whimpering gasps are audible, fingers tugging at your damp hair, as you suckle torturously at his chest, no doubt leaving a reddened bruise.Â
When he finally pulls away, thereâs a clear look of reluctance on his beautiful features. You try and pull him back, and he briefly lets you before pulling back, the look of hesitation returning to his thunderous eyes.Â
You give up, instead moving your finger to brush against the reddened hickey forming on his collar. Rafayel looks at you, pained and begging for mercy, as your fingernails graze over the sensitive skin.Â
âWhen humans fall in loveâŠâ you hum, admiring the beautiful bruise, âWe try to leave a unique mark on them.âÂ
At that precise moment, the moment you mention youâre in love with him, you can visibly see the fractured remnants of Rafayelâs walls come crashing down. He pants, eyes fixed on the way your hand presses over the right side of his chest, so dangerously close to where his heart was. To where his bond with you was etched into his very soul.Â
In that very moment, a flip switches in Rafayel. His eyes burn, not with anguish or uncertainty, but with a dangerous desire.
âIf you say soâŠâ he rasps, leaning in until your breaths mingle into one. As his eyes flicker closed, lips ghosting along yours, he whispers, just before his lips claim yours.Â
âJoin me, then.â His lips press into yours, holding back as to not take you completely.
âLetâs drown in the ocean.â He inhales your torrid gasps, his words deceitfully simple.Â
âTogether.â
Rafayel kisses you, instantaneously consuming you. He pants into you, unable to soften the way his body reacts to you, the way his senses consume you until thereâs nothing left of him. To him, loving you, losing you, and repeating the cycleâŠfelt exactly like that.
Like drowning.Â
He throws all that emotion into the way he kisses you. The embrace is so intense that it makes tears form in your eyes, emotions welling in your chest so tightly you fear you might burst.Â
When he pulls away to breathe, you look up at him, âYou never answered my question from earlier.â
Rafayelâs eyes widened, knowing exactly which question you were referring to. What he didnât expect was for you to be so direct. His eyes dart around, but you hold his face in your palms before he can physically turn away. He opens his mouth to speak, before pursing his lips again in hesitation.Â
You gently prod him, fingers stroking his locked jaw, âRaf?âÂ
âItâŠâ he starts, eyes crackling with emotions. Rafayel struggles to find the words. He knows exactly what he wants to tell you, but canât find the words to express it to you.Â
Itâs not that he wanted to be withholding, least of all with you. He would give you anything. He had given you everything, time and time again. To the point where it destroyed him.Â
But the fear of having it all taken away, again, had made him so reluctant to lean back into the wind, like heâd done so many times in the past. Too scared of how much of himself heâd lose again in the never-ending cycle of falling irrevocably in love with you.Â
And yet, as much as it took from him, it didnât matter. Because you were everything to him.
âIn this human worldâŠitâs not difficult for a Lemurian to become lonely,â he laments wistfully, eyes misted with a faraway look.Â
He continues. âBut in all the lives Iâve lived, I almost never felt lonely,â Rafayel gently smiles at you, a smile filled with a wistful sorrow.Â
âReally? Why?â you ask genuinely, still soothing his hardened jaw. His features had softened considerably as he peered down at your wet form, the tension between his legs growing visibly.
Rafayel chuckles. His answer was simple.Â
Because, there was always you.Â
But that was a tale for another time.Â
âAre you trying to trick a foolish Lemurian into giving up all his secrets again, my little human?â he whispers huskily, leaning down to kiss at the skin under your ear.Â
Youâre about to ask him what he means by again, but the words die on your tongue when Rafayel sinks his teeth into your neck. His fingers find the buttons of your drenched top, unbuttoning it feverishly, desperately shedding your layers of clothing off of you.
Before you know it, youâre naked in Rafayelâs arms, his own bare manhood pressed insistently into your inner thighs, dangerously close to your core. Though the rest of his body is chilly from the rainwater, his throbbing erection burns against your skin. Even submerged in water, you can feel his pre cum oozing onto your leg, hot and thick.
His lips trail down your shivering body, kissing the grooves of your collar, teeth grazing the swell of your breasts. Heâs nearly heaving, gasping for air like he canât breathe. And truthfully, he couldnât.
The dam of his emotional barriers absolutely decimated, the flood of his unabated passion overwhelming his senses. There is only you. The smell, the sound, the feeling, the sight, the taste of you.Â
A Lemurian in love. Utterly, brokenly, and wholeheartedly.Â
You try to match his intensity, pulling at his soft and wavy hair, drawing him closer to your naked body. You thrust your chest towards him, wanting him to claim you like heâd done so many times before.Â
Rafayel chuckles at your obvious desires, but more than willing to oblige. His Queen.Â
His lips close over your breast, his lips cold but his tongue wet and hot against your nipple. The warm water splashes messily against your clashing bodies. The lightning outside flashes, the shadows of your lewd acts dancing against the bathroom walls.
âNnghnh, R-Raf!â you wail, his skilled mouth devouring you whole. Your spine arches into his demanding mouth, the wet splashes of the bath and the ravenous slurps filling the acoustics of the hotel bathroom.Â
The pleasure of his tongue is so intense that your body canât help but squirm backwards. Rafayel chuckles almost cynically, as he captures the back of your neck with his long and slender fingers.Â
âIf I didnât know better, Iâd think youâre trying to run away from me,â he pouts, leveling with your drooping eyes, body already delirious from the pleasure Rafayel knows how to bring you.Â
âHey,â he murmurs, bringing your chin up so that your eyes meet, âDonât make me wait anymore, please.âÂ
You canât help but smile at his adorable pout, his eyebrows furrowed in a sulky plea. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, twirling his wavy hair into your fingers, bringing him closer until your foreheads are pressed together.Â
âI donât want to wait either,â you whisper breathlessly against him, his face so close you can feel the length of his eyelashes against your cheek.
Rafayel gulps, his neck bobbing with the pressure of how forcefully he has to restrain his senses, restrain himself. Itâs so clear how vulnerable he is to your every whim, so you take the opportunity to push him below you. His glimmering eyes shine with confusion, but he lets you climb atop him, hissing when your slick cunt presses down on his cock.
âWhat are you doing, Miss?â
You donât answer, leaning over the tub to grab Rafayelâs damp cardigan, bringing it up to his face. He raises an eyebrow in question at you, his palms resting in the fat of your hips as your bare pussy drags against his pelvis.Â
âDo you trust me?â you grin playfully at him, spreading the cardigan out and preparing to use it as a makeshift blindfold. Rafayel seems to know exactly what youâre planning. He looks up at you, inexplicable emotions reflected in his glassy eyes.Â
âI do,â he whispers finally. His worlds are simple, yet something about them rips through your consciousness, filling you with a torrent of bittersweet fractures of a lost memory.Â
A memory of another time Rafayel told you those same words.
I do.
Rafayel can read the confusion in your eyes, and squeezes your hips reassuringly. Youâre shaken from the confusion of your mind-bending memories. Trying to focus on the moment at hand, you clear your throat and carefully tie the soft and expensive cardigan around Rafayelâs head, effectively cutting off his vision.
You lean down to whisper against his ears, lobes pink with excitement and anticipation.
âLet me show you what else humans do when weâre in love.â
Rafayeâs entire body quakes, his chest rising rapidly at your unabashed words. His fingers dig into your hips as he does his best to limit his embarrassingly visceral reactions to your body. With his vision limited, all his other senses are heightened to your will.Â
With your lips at this ear, your neck is exposed to him. The smell of your pheromones mixed with your perfume clouds his thoughts, the urge to drive his teeth into your pulse so unbelievably overwhelming. But your palm on his chest pushes him down, your lips trailing down his ear, down his neck, and to his chest.Â
With his eyes covered, his skin is all the more sensitive to your touch,Â
âPlease,â Rafayel rasps, nails digging into your thighs, âPlease. I canât wait anymore.â
You giggle at how adorably needy heâs become. You can tell just how much the blindfold affects him, his body more readily reactive to your lips, your fingers, your words.
Even with his eyes covered, Rafayel canât help but pout. The inability to see you, his beautiful Queen, made him all the more desperate.
You decide to indulge him, fist closing around his cock under the water. Rafayelâs hips jolt violently, his lower half lifting to chase the friction of your soft hand. While he cries out in pleasure, you kiss down to where the water meets his defined chest.
âO-oh fuuck,â Rafayel hisses, his head thrown back on the edge of the tub, neck straining into the cool ceramic. His hips buck up into your fist wildly, your hand moving far too languidly for his taste. You continue to tease him slowly, his cock and your hand completely submerged under the surface of the water. He whimpers, teeth digging into his bottom lip, continuously thrusting up into your hand.
You take his desperation as an opportunity to torture him more, moving as gently as you can so that you can move up to his ear without him noticing. With your hand still pumping his oozing cock under the water, you whisper into his ear, letting your tongue graze his earlobe.
âWhen humans love someoneâŠwe want to make them feel good,â you whisper seductively into his ear, purposely letting your words come out in hot breaths. Rafayel jolts and squirms in response, fingers gripping the edge of the tub until his knuckles are pale white.Â
âSh-shiit,â he hisses breathlessly as your hand pumps up and down faster, the movements causing the water to ripple. His muscles flex under your touch, shining with a wet sheen against the flashing glow of lightning.Â
âSo? Does it feel good, Raf?â you murmur into his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to where his throat bobs with the heavy beat of his pulse.Â
He thrusts himself into your hand violently, voice coming out in a gravelly groan, âYes. You always feel so fucking good. S-so soft.â
Surprising him again, you take his lips into yours, insistently pushing your tongue into his mouth, all the while your fist continues to jerk him off. You catch every one of his unabashed moans with your own mouth, the muffled sounds of his pleasure mixing with the thundering storm outside.
Itâs a furious clashing of saliva, teeth, and pure unfiltered passion. His fingers digging into your waist, your fingers squeezing his cock so tightly it threatens to have him spilling all over you and the filled tub.Â
When you pull away, the spit dribbles down Rafayelâs chin and onto his damp chest. He looks adorably flustered, the cardigan still covering his eyes. With his sight gone, the feeling of your tongue against his, your fingers wrapped around his cock, your plush thighs against his twitching muscles is all the more intense. His body, all the more pliant for you.Â
âHah â if you keep going, Iâm g-gonnaââ
He doesnât even have time to finish his words when his cock lurches in your greedy hands, thick and burning rivulets of cum shooting into the lukewarm bathwater. Itâs strangely beautiful, like a ribbon of iridescent pearls.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â Rafayel gasps, nearly choking over his own rapid breath, his fingers gripping the edges of the tub.
His body convulses with his orgasm, a broken mantra of swears and lewd groans the only thing audible even in the roar of the storm outside.Â
âNnnghnh â b-baby,â Rafayel whines as you pump him through a mind-numbing overstimulation, desperate to see you. But you donât stop, only giggling as you watch even more cum spurt from his angry pink tip.Â
In a sudden flash of splashing water and strong fingers gripping your thighs, you find yourself under Rafayel again, his hand holding the back of your neck protectively as he slams you into the edge of the tub. His cardigan no longer covers his eyes, likely discarded somewhere on the wet floor.
Your eyes are wide from the whiplash of his sudden movements, âRafayel?â
His sunset eyes blaze wildly as he watches you, the sight of you so utterly indulgent and overwhelming after having his vision returned to him.Â
âWill you let me worship you?âÂ
His question is vulnerable, desperate. He looks at you so damn hopefully that itâd be impossible to say no even if some insane part of you wanted to.Â
You reach up to clasp his cheek in your hands, pulling him closer until your noses brush against each other, âYes, always.â
With the breathy desperate utterance of consent leaving your lips, fanning across his open mouth, he loses it.
He forces your thighs wider, gripping you by the fat of your hips and dragging you towards him until your bare cunt brushes right against once-again hard erection. You were used to Rafayelâs virtually non-existent refractory period, his cock upright and commanding attention so quickly after his orgasm.
The lukewarm bath water makes every touch feel much more fluid, all the more intimate and sensitive. Your grip the edges of the tub for support, Rafayelâs movements erratic and unpredictable. He leans down towards you, your bodies as close as the confines of the tub will allow.Â
âMy Queen,â he mutters under his breath like a vow, shifting to line himself up with your entrance. Without another warning, he pushes himself into you.Â
You squeal at the stretch, your arousal making it easy for him to push into you completely. Rafayel groans as he enters you, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his large hands wrapped around your thighs.Â
Rafayel is absolutely not shy with his cries of pleasure. His body shudders even though he hasnât moved since seating himself fully inside of your warm and impossibly tight walls.Â
When he doesnât move, you screw your eyes open in confusion, doing your best to speak through the wonderful stretch of his cock inside your quivering walls, âR-Raf? Are you okay?â
Rafayel doesnât speak, but the glow of the storm outside illuminates the way his throat bobs, every fiber of his body overstimulated with the pleasure of your body gripping his, refusing to let go.
You move to shift towards him, worried about the way heâs locked up, but that only causes your body to involuntarily squeeze around him. Rafayel hisses, pushing you back down gently, his fingers caressing your cheek.
âI-I just need a second.â
âA-are you okay?â you ask worriedly.
âYouâre so tight, so warm,â Rafayel chokes out, his fingers tightening around your cheek and thigh. You can vaguely feel his cock growing inside you, and itâs then you realize heâs paralyzed, not by hesitation or pain, but pleasure.
You canât stop yourself from teasing him, clenching down on his manhood snug inside you. Rafayel moans, his hands coming down to grip your thighs in a silent warning.
âNo more teasing me,â he cautions with a pout, one hand shifting to rest on your naval. At your mischievous grin, Rafayel presses down.Â
You cry out, eyes rolling back as he forces the walls of your pussy to rub against his cock. Rafayel wants to smirk at your helpless writhing, but the sensation is also overwhelming for him. His body heaves, nearly collapsing on top of you, only catching himself by gripping the sides of the tub.
Your fingers wrap around his trembling biceps, eyes urging him to take you.
Rafayel swears, obliging at the fucked-out look in your eyes. He unsheathes himself fully from your addicting gummy walls, barely even leaving his tip in, before shoving himself back into you.
The newfound vigor of his thrusts makes the water in the tub slosh wildly, splashing all over your face and hair. But you could care less, because the feeling of his excitement bruising its way in and out of your throbbing cunt is literally all you can think about. Pathetic moans of pleasure, the only sound you can make.
Rafayel fares no better, strings of beautiful grunts leaving his own lips. His pelvis slams into your soft inner thighs, the sound of the water against your colliding skin sinfully mixing with your combined moans.Â
âYouâre so â nghnh â perfect for me, Y/N,â Rafayel groans as he drives into you, the tip of his cockhead brushing into your cervix and g-spot all at once, at every thrust.Â
His hands clutching the tub on either side of your head cage you in, making it so the only thing you can focus on is him. And the only thing that his senses can perceive is you.
The only thing he can see is you, your tears mixing with the soapy water, the reddened love bites blossoming on your skin.
The smell of you heightened even against the fragrant scent of the bath soap, your pheromones driving him to the edge of insanity.Â
Your wanton cries for him, fueling him to fuck you harder, the sounds of your sweet pleasure making his own noises come out unabashedly.Â
The taste of you lingering on his tongue every time he bends down to capture your lips in his, saliva running down both your chins.Â
But mostlyâŠthe feeling of your perfect walls constricting him, pulling him in, refusing to let go. The feeling of your hands, pressed deep into his twitching muscles. Your soft thighs locking him against your sopping cunt.Â
God, he was so in love with you it was nearly pitiful.Â
âYouâll always be my Queen,â Rafayel babbles, thrusts becoming erratic as he becomes overwhelmed by the bittersweet memories thatâd resurfaced in Verona, âMy entire heart.â
You nod vigorously at his words. âAlways Raf,â you gasp, holding onto him as he pounds into you even harder, your spine thudding into the tub, the water cushioning the blows.
âYou better never leave me,â he broods, putting every ounce of emotion into the way his cock claims every inch of your poor cunt. The word âagainâ dies on his lips, the writhing artist above you opting to save that for another time.
âW-would â nnghnh â never leave you.â
His wild eyes focus on your words. He says simply, the subtleist hint of insecurity and doubt playing in his shaky voice, âIâm gonna â hah â hold you to that.â
You bob your head, wanting him to see how serious you are, see just how much he meant to you.
Your fingers venture to your clit, desperately pent up from all the sexual and emotional tension thatâd built up from today. Rafayel doesnât see you immediately, his head thrown back in a drawn out groan, his body glistening with sweat and bath water, chiseled muscles twitching with his impending release.
When he finally glances back down, he sees your fingers furiously pawing at your clit and he nearly growls at the sight beneath him.
His voice comes out broken and husky, uncharacteristically so for the normally charismatic and smooth-talking painter. He gently pushes your fingers away, his own lengthy and skilled fingers replacing yours.
âLet me,â he begs, hips stuttering as he nears his second release, âIâll take care of you Y/N.â
His sweet words make you shiver, your body convulsing around him. Rafayel shudders as you grow tighter around him. It felt like you were nearly cutting off his circulation, in the best way.Â
Rafayelâs fingers on your quivering bundle of nerves have you seeing lightning even with your eyes screwed tightly shut. He truly had the hands of a god, fingers slender and deft, the pads of his digits hardened from years of skilfully maneuvering expensive paint brushes. Your body was his canvas, and heâd spend hours creating art with you.Â
âR-Rafayel, Iâm soo â nngh â c-cloose,â you slur, your body arching into him, head thrown back until all you see is the ceiling above.Â
Rafayel heaves at the sensation of you coming undone around him, his fingers still rubbing furiously. Thereâs a bright desperation in his glowing eyes, the need to see you cum on him as strong as the need to fill you up with his endless seed.Â
As his body trembles above you, his fingers grip the tub so harshly his knuckles have turned taut and deathly white.Â
âI-Iâm close too, baby,â he groans, âPlease, can I cum?â
You nod vigorously, wanting nothing more than to feel him release with you But Rafayel wants to hear you.Â
âSay it, Y/N. Tell me,â he pleads, âI need to hear you.â His voice is so brokenly desperate it drives you closer to your release, the sound of his lewd pleas so utterly erotic.Â
âRa-Rafayel, n-need it sâbad. Shiiit â please!â you all but scream, his insistent fingers pushing you into your orgasm.Â
Rafayel chews on his bottom lip as he watches how beautifully you explode on him, so unbelievably close to finishing himself. He desperately wanted to cum inside you, but he knew if he did that he would be at the point of no return. Youâd very well spend the rest of your trip in Verona locked in your hotel room, his cock nestled inside you until you literally begged for mercy. And maybe not even then.Â
So with every ounce of will he had left, he pulled out of you as he came, standing on his knees so he could wrap his fist firmly around his cock as he came. The force of his cum so strong it shot all over your damp breasts and even your face, your expression still contorted in the ecstasy of your climax.Â
You watch in awe, your cunt convulsing around nothing, your orgasm tapering off, as Rafayel trembles through his own pleasure. His cum is hot as it splashes onto your wet body, some of it shooting into your hair. Honestly the sight of how powerfully his cock erupted makes your stomach lurch in arousal.
Rafayel whimpers through his endless orgasm, his fist pumping up and down as he finishes on you. Youâre left quivering beneath his imposing body, mesmerized by the white ropes of cum that shoot from his angry red tip.Â
When he finally finishes, his glassy eyes watch you, absolutely awestruck. He bends down, his forearms trembling as one grips the side of the tub, the other stroking your cheek. He catches a rivulet of his milky seed with his finger, grinning cheekily at your reddened face.
âIâve never seen anything so damn beautiful.âÂ
If itâs even possible, your cheeks burn even more furiously. You swat his fingers away.
âShut up,â you whine, looking around at your bodies, joined in the filled tub. You inwardly cringe when you notice thereâs more pools of milky white fluid than there are bubbles at this point. The amount of cum he gave you every time was nothing short of a phenomenon.Â
âItâs everywhere!â you shriek dramatically, hitting his chest above you, âWe need to get cleaned up!â
Rafayelâs grin widens, and before you can ask him what heâs scheming, he uses the finger still on your cheek to smear his cum around.
âRafayel!â you yelp, trying your best to inch away from his filthy fingers, coated in both your arousals, struggling due to the limited space of the tub.
âBut you look so exquisite like this,â Rafayel murmurs, fingers capturing your chin, pulling you up to look at him, his eyes hazy and sated, âMy beautiful QueenâŠâ
He dips down to press a lingering kiss to parted lips, mouth hitched open in excitement. When he pulls away he grins playfully at you.
âBesides, itâs good for your skin. Lemurians have a lot of uses, you know.â
You raise an eyebrow at him, âIs that why your skin always looks so flawless?â
Rafayelâs cheeks flare, his eyes averting from yours, âOkay! Letâs get cleaned up shall we?â
You smile widely, unable to contain your fit of giggles. Your body shakes with your laughter, making the water ripple, âYouâve tried it havenât you?â
Rafayelâs sheepish expression answers your question, âNo! Shut up!â
âI knew it!â
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BTS fic recs: July 2024
Hi! Thank you so much for looking at my fic recsâ I truly hope you find something that you havenât read, or something to reread maybe? Please show all of these wonderful authors some love on their original post to let them know they made something wonderful âš
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Emoji meaning â angst = đ©ïž, smut = đ„”, fluff = đ„°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đ», fantasy = đȘ.
âOurs @worldwidemochiguy [3.4k]Â
// knj x f.reader x myg x jhs // est. relationship, polyamorous, yandere, criminal!au, university!au // đ„”đ
đ youâve always known that Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are âdangerousâ, but when one of your classmates decides to try and approach you, you learn just how dangerous they really areâŠ.
đšïž utter delicious filth. That is what this is đ„” really good, and I weirdly wanna know more about all of rap lineâs background đ but holy shit, the smut đ„
âNext Level, Space Level @back2bluesidex [1.4k]Â
// knj x f.reader // idol!au, cheating!au // đ„”đ©ïž
đ how can Namjoon deny you when you are ready to give yourself to him?
đšïž I feel so bad for Jimin đ I hate cheating, but the story was really good and I loved that Namjoon knew and felt it was wrong, but poor man wouldnât help himself in the end đ OC was indeed a siren in this one đ
â1-Year Anniversary @johobi [7.8k]
// knj x f.reader // est. relationship // đ„”đ„°
đ your 1-year anniversary is fast approaching and youâre determined to gift Namjoon the one thing he would never dare ask for.Â
đšïž omg this was so utterly amazing and hot đ„”âš Another favorite and I loved everything about it đŻđ
âEmbrace @rmnamjoons [3.9k]
// knj x f.reader // bf2l, idol!au // đ„”đ„°
đ you and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and youâve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. Youâve always believed that Namjoon didnât feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoonâs cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.
đšïž this is so fucking soft, cute and sweet and the smut is just so tender đ„č a really awesome read and I really love it! Might read this one again sometime âšđŻđ
âMy Only Wish @ppersonna [15.1k]
// knj x f.reader // e2l, fake dating!au, coworkers!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ there are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange⊠But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoonâs girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.
đšïž the way that I am screaming and kicking because of how incredibly awesome this was đâš The tension? The built up?? God. That tension was so fucking thick and hot, I was going feral through most of the reading. I mean, what isnât there to love in this one? Amazing, I loved it so fucking much itâs illegal đŻđđ„č
âEverything I Brew, I Brew it for You @angelicyoongie [2.1k]
// ksj x f.reader // f2l, witch!au // đ„°đȘ
đ left intentionally blank by the author.
đšïž oh this was really cute and I loved their chemistry đ„čđ„°
â10 Years @yoonpobs [7.2k]
// ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend // đ©ïž
đ 10 years change people but you still remember.
đšïž I really like this because of the angst and tension in it and also, because of the ending! So so good, and I love that oc is being true to herself đ„čâš Itâs really angsty and on the sad side!
âReunion Sex @jeonsbabygirlsworld [1.7k]
// ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, marriage!au // đ„”
đ Seokjin has been now out from his military service, but he has buried himself with work and you miss him, miss sex.
đšïž so hot đ„”
âIâm All Yours @sailoryooons [2.3k]
// ksj x f.reader // bf2l, idiots2lovers // đ„°
đ youâve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him â except that he is also entirely in love with you. Â
đšïž soft, cute, sweet, sugary fluff đ Itâs so good, perfect and amazing. Loved it đ đŻ
âSit. Stay. @daechwitatamic [14k]
// ksj x f.reader // s2l, neighbors!au // đ„°đ„”đ©ïž
đ your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. Sheâs ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know itâs your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?Â
đšïž this was so fucking cute đ„č The plot was super cute and sweet, oc with her puppy, meeting Seokjin đ„č It was just so fluffy, I feel so warm and giddy after reading this. I loved it and a new favorite hands down đŻđ
âThose Eyes Chico [ongoing series] @kookslastbutton [n/a]
// myg x f.reader // idol!au, coworkers2f2l, slowburn, forbidden love // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ as the new marketing director for Min Yoongiâs upcoming D-Day album & tour, youâre expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldnât be a problemâyouâre the best in the business and youâre used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines youâve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?
đšïž this is so so so incredibly good! Itâs very cute and soft and itâs so nice to explore their relationship. Iâve read the first three chapters and theyâre so good! I canât wait to read more of this series âš
âWhirlwind @ysljoon [3.1k]Â
// myg x f.reader // e2l // đ„”
đ with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man youâve despised for as long as you can remember.
đšïž fucking hell, I love forced proximity đ and then you throw enemies to lovers in it? With Yoongi?? âš I loved the plot and the smut too! Jimin was indeed a sneaky little thing, and I think he planned this all along lol đ Seriously loved it đ
âSTEAM [completed series] @hoseoksluna [n/a]
// myg x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship, threesome // đ©ïžđ„”
đ one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.
đšïž Iâve finally read the whole thing and it was so fucking damn amazing! Incredible! Thereâs a lot of angst though, but itâs so so good.
âBetween the Titles @highvern [9.5k]
// myg x f.reader // f2l, university!au, library!au // đ„”đ„°đ
đ five days a week in the library means you're very familiar with the senior research librarian. It also means he has no qualms about making his own book recommendations either.
đšïž wow omg this one is amazing đ It is super cute, and funny too!!! I loved the extra books oc and Yoongi gave each other, very passive aggressive flirting and the titles was fucking hilarious đ I fucking loved it! Everything about it, the writing, the tension between oc and Yoongi, roommate Tae, Jungkook, well, everything was just so fucking perfect âšđŻ
âThree Tangerines [series; ongoing] @kithtaehyung [n/a]
// myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brotherâs best friend!au, age gap!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°
đ throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brotherâs older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong⊠and this wasnât a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.
đšïž 3tan is back on the list!!! đ„° In case you havenât read the new extra âLollipopâ please go do it now, itâs so fucking good, sweet and dirty âš
âSonic Rain @jungblue [25k]
// jhs x f.reader // s2l, dancer!au, college!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ feeling as if molasses coats his bones isnât a good metaphor for a dance major like Hoseok, but maybe youâre the girl that can wash his troubles away⊠Now if only heâd gotten your damn number.
đšïž wow. This was so freaking amazing Iâm slightly speechless! The plot was amazing, their chemistry exceptional. I really loved how cheeky and bratty MC was đ„” and the rain? Dancing in the rain? I just imagined that step up rain scene đ I loved Jimin and Sana too, such good and supportive friends and Hobi to them too đ„č And the smutâŠ.. Fuuuuccckkk it was so good đđ„” If you havenât read this one, please do it now! âšđŻ
âJealous @jamaisjoons [3.4k]
// jhs x f.reader // idol!au, est. relationship, pwp // đ„”
đ Hoseokâs jealousy really brings out the dom in him.
đšïž whaaaaat đ„”đ„”đ„”
âBlue Side @hamsterclaw [7.7k]
// jhs x f.reader // brotherâs best friend, criminal!au // đ„”đ©ïž
đ Hoseok's always known you as Namjoon's little sister. One day, he realises you're more than a match for him.
đšïž oh my, my palms were sweaty and my heart was beating so fast while I read this! The pacing and wording was so good! I loved the action scenes, the racing and all the projection from both Namjoon and Hobi đ„č so sweet đ„č I really loved it đ
âBlue Side Next Door @scriptaed [24.1k]
// jhs x f.reader // f2l, neighbors!au // đ©ïžđ„°
đ between the windows of two souls, one with a perpetually lone heart and another with the scar of an unfaithful partner, the blue side overlooking the roof of their neighborhood best friend is a solace that has stood against the test of time. they were there to lend the other a shoulder to cry on, to spend the entirety of dawn whispering the night away, and to treat them in a way they deserved, a way no one else was capable of; because for the two childhood friends blinded by the thin line between friends and lovers, the soulmate theyâve both been searching for far and wide has always been right next door all along.
đšïž this was so cute, sweet and fluffy, a bit bittersweet at times, but damn, it was just so cute đ„č It was a lovely and fantastic read âšđŻ
âExposed @jeonsweetpea [4.9k]Â
// jhs x f.reader // idol!au, coworkers2l // đ„”
đ you oversleep instead of getting ready for an interview shooting and your stylist is not pleased. The two of you rush to the elevator, only for it to break down. Now you both are trapped and he decides to give you a punishment.
đšïž WOW HELLO??? đ„” How Hoseok seamlessly switches between devilish Hoseok and angelic Hobi was so fun and hot, damn. He was really a menace to oc, but fuck it was so fucking hot đ„” I really loved it đ
âGleaming Silver @crystaljins [3.5k]Â
// pjm x f.reader // f2l, pirate!au, mermaid!au // đ„°đȘ
đ you love and trust your captain above all. But perhaps heâs not the man- or rather human you thought him to be.
đšïž this is a short one, but itâs so fucking cute. Thereâs some lore in it too, and itâs just so good! You have to read it âš
âInnocence @swanlakebaby [2.6k]Â
// pjm x f.reader // est. relationship, virgin!au // đ„°đ„”
đ jimin taking your innocence.
đšïž okay this a was really sweet and cute idol!au đ„čđ„°
âJust a Little Bit of Love (is all you really need) @gukyi [4.5k]
// pjm x f.reader // s2l, gymnastics/dancer!au // đ„°
đ jiminâs something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add.Â
đšïž this is so freaking cute and sweet đ€đ„č Itâs completely SFW, and so so good!Â
âThe Underneath @sailoryooons [1.7k]
// pjm x f.reader // s2l, monster!jimin, thriller/horror // đ„°
đâBattle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.â â Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil OR there is a monster under your bed and you've looked back at it for too long.Â
đšïž this was so so good! Itâs very thrillery with undertones of horror. I really liked it âš
âCherry Blossoms @chateautae [12k]
// pjm x f.reader // magic!au, mentor!jimin // đ„°đ„”đ©ïžđȘ
đ despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the schoolâs chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic universityâs top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of artâfucking.
đšïž omg đ perfection?? That is what this was! The story and plot is cool and cohesive, the dynamic between MC and Jimin, damn it was hot! She doesnât really believe in herself, but he believes in her, and tries to get her to see her own potential đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č Cute! But then it gets filthy! And hot! Thereâs rain!!!! Thereâs smut in the rain! What more can I ask for?? âš It was just amazing! I loved it! Also all the magic, MCâs ability and then Jiminâs magic! Theyâre almost a contrast to each other, which I also really like! This is hands down one of my all time favorites!!! đŻđâš
âCoffee Rings @tteokggukk [1.7k]Â
// kth x f.reader // est. relationship, grief!au, deceased reader // đ©ïž
đ itâs been a year since you and taehyung went your separate ways, but todayâs your birthday and he misses you more than ever. though he never really liked coffee, he drinks them now because it reminds him of you. to pass the time, he heads over to your favorite coffee shop at one in the morning. what he did not expect, however, was to see you walking in, smiling at him.
đšïž I cried okay đ it is sad, and cute, but mostly sad đ but it was really good âš
âKiss Me @euphoriyoongi [2.5k]Â
// kth x f.reader // e2l // đ©ïžđ„°
đ you and Taehyung didnât get along ever since you met. But as you both carried on with your life, it seemed like fate tied both of you together. One night you both discover your true feelings.
đšïž this was so sweet and cute, it almost made me tear up đ„ș really beautiful and I loved it đ
âThe Phantom @darkestcorners [8.1k]Â
// kth x f.reader // s2l, yandere, horror, paranormal // đ©ïžđđ»
đ spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isnât what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.
đšïž if youâre into thriller and yandere stories, this one might be for you! I was at the edge of my seat with this one and my heart was beating so damn fast trying to uncover what was happening while I read. It was a little bit predictable, but the ending blew my mind (and surprised me) âš
âWaterloo @kinktae [13k]
// kth x f.reader // s2l, photographer!au, art!au, slowburn, romcom // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°đ
đ Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesnât believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, âWell, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.â
đšïž such a beautiful love story đ„čđ I loved everything about it, how oc was not giving a shit about Taehyung, and how that in fact drew him in đ„°âš And damn the ending, I loved it so much đ„čđđŻ
âGood for Me @icedmatchatae [7.8k]Â
// kth x f.reader // est. relationship, bad boy!au // đ„”đ„°
đ you went home for the weekend, leaving a pissed-off and bruised-up Taehyung dry and devastated. So what does he do?âfollow you home. Insane? Probs, but youâre always good for him so why not?
đšïž weeee damn the smut was so hot in this one đ„” also, this is almost like a âforbiddenâ relationship đ€ I liked it very much đ
âChasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [n/a]
// jjk x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
đšïž are you really surprised to find this here again? đ I do have stuff to add this month, so! I really truly love everything that Ella writes, and this series deals with so much trauma, itâs insane. Itâs really heavy, but itâs so beautiful and delicate too?? I highly recommend reading itâ itâs still ongoing (on chapter 12 out of 18). Youâre in for a ride though, itâs pretty emotional. But itâs so human. It feels so real, deep and haunting. Itâs amazing âš
âBite Me, Jeon @sailoryooons [19.3k]
// jjk x f.reader // f2l, vampire!au, college!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ»đȘ
đ somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesnât expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him.
đšïž this one is insanely good! Itâs so amazing! This one reminds me of Ghostfacers from Supernatural, lol. It was so freaking funny. I was pleasantly surprised at the plot, and I loved it. If you havenât read this one yet, and you love vampires, this one is definitely for you!!! đ„°
âThe Boys are Back in Town @dntaewithluv [3.2k]Â
// jjk x f.reader x pjm // f2l, threesome // đ„”đ„°đ
đ getting stood up by your date definitely hadnât been on your agenda for the evening. Also definitely not on your agenda: bumping into Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Together. On the same exact night. Itâs been a while since youâve seen your two best friends, as well as lovers on multiple occasions, from your high school and college days. A chance meeting, some drinks, and a trip down memory lane is all it takes to reignite the attraction between the three of you. Old habits die hard, but these two? They just might be the death of you.
đšïž this was so good! I really love this one đ
âWhen Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [n/a]
// jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // đ„”đ©ïž
đ since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where youâre the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.
đšïž There was a new chapter released this month!! Itâs still so good! âš
âConfided @cravetive [5k]
// jjk x f.reader // neighbor!au // đ„”
đ y/n didn't think testing out a new sex toy would cause so much havoc but no worries, her next-door neighbor Jungkook doesn't mind lending her a bit of assistance.
đšïž holy shit it was amazing and the smutâŠ.. Fuuuuck Iâm not gonna lie here okay, I was dripping, I was feeling it so fucking bad and damn. It was hot. The plot was so silly and hot, like omg đ„”
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âLavender Lover @gimmethatagustd [20.3k]
// kth x pjm // f2l, vampire!au, soulmate!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïžđȘ
đ Taehyung broke all his rules for Jimin, even when it hurt.
đšïž I am literally screaming and kicking myself đâš This was perfect in every way imagined. Like fuck. And vampires? đ€§đ„” The smut?! It was so fucking hot, especially because Taehyung had practically denied himself for so long. Not wanting to put into words what was truly happening. Fuck. It was so good. Like the plot, the lore??? Come on! Amazing! I also loved Yoongi a lot, he was really funny đ€ And the ending đ I was a hopeless romantic sobbing my heart out đ€§đ€§đ€§ it was so incredibly good and beautiful âš I think everyone should give this lovely piece a read đ
âEnd of the World [21.3k]Â
// myg x f.reader // s2l, apocalypse!au // đ„”đ„°đđ©ïžđ»
đ your government has been telling you to prepare for war, just as a precaution given the recent political changes around your country. Did you listen and prepare? No. Are you paying the price now, friends all but gone, and your city burned to pieces? Yes. Survival instincts kicking in, you search for a place to rest, nourish your battered and hungry body, only to find yourself at the porch of a stranger. Will he help you, or leave you to your own demise?Â
âStuck in a Cabin [5.5k]Â
// pjm x f.reader // e2l, pwp // đ„”đ
đ cute and innocent looking Park Jimin is your lifetime nemesis that youâve already fallen into bed with not once, but twice. Will a snowy weekend trip with your friends to a cabin in the woods make it the third time you get with your enemy?Â
âto mend whatâs broken [1.3k]Â
// pjm x f.reader // established relationship // đ©ïžđ„°
đ struggling with childhood trauma, you believe youâre worthless and undeserving of love, but your fiancĂ© showers you in love and lets you know otherwise.
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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PART 2
02 : THANK YOU
SUM. : you thank your heroes with home made lunch at their work place, leaving with a temporary tattoo and three men wrapped around your little finger.
TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist sirius ; tattoo artist james ; piercer remus ; innocent reader ; all three are smitten with you ; all three also being casually dominant with you ; sweetheart reader x rough tough men is the trope! ; prepare to be as obsessed as i am over these men! ; marauders with tattoos and piercings are hot
LENGTH. : 2.6k
PREV. : 01 | RESCUE
âWell thereâs a familiar face,â Remus greets with a smile as you step into the shop. You timidly smile back and wait for him to wave off a customer with their care kit before stepping forward with your heavy tote strung over your shoulder, âdo you have an appointment for a tattoo or a piercing?â he asks, eyes trained on the tablet at the front desk.Â
âOh, no no,â you bashfully stammer, âIâm not here for any of that, Iâm scared of needles,âÂ
âThatâs a shame,â Remus contemplates and you look up to see him leaning over with a thoughtful look, his elbows on the counter as one hand holds his chin up - heâs so handsome. He has several piercings decorating his ears and an eyebrow piercing to accentuate the angles of his brows. As he moves his chin off his palm to caress it in contemplation, he continues to take you in as you also take the opportunity to admire some of the tattoos on his arms. There are some phrases in different fonts, an impressive vision of a wolf with a full moon and a minimalist set of the moon phases alongside much more, âyouâd look good with cute little piercings on your ears,â he finally comments, reaching out to point at your ear.Â
âTh-thank you,â you subconsciously reach up and touch your ear, his statement making you briefly consider his suggestion.
âSo what are you here for if not for a piercing or tattoo?â straightening up into his full height, Remus lets a light scowl take over his face, âIs that bastard troubling you again?â
âItâs alright, donât worry, I told my manager and heâs been banned from the pub I work at so I havenât had anymore bad encounters,âÂ
Remus smiles at your precious appearance, you really look adorable being all timid in front of him, âIâm glad,â his voice is warm and comforting, different to the roughness brought on by the ink on his arms. He was dressed in a white shirt under a sleeveless brown sweater vest, high-waisted, tailored pants with the bottoms just about reaching his Doc Martens - heâs a good balance of soft but edgy. Itâs a unique charm of his, you gather.
âI-I just wanted to say thank you to you guys,â you gesture to your tote bag, âso I made you some lunch, I hope thatâs okayâŠâÂ
âFree lunch, home cooked by the most beautiful lady Iâve ever seen?â Sirius interrupts, stealing your attention as he appears from a corridor to your left with a boyish grin. He reaches for your hand and brings your knuckles up to his lips for a soft kiss, âwhat an honour,â
Your cheeks heat up incredibly at the gesture, âitâs really nothing, you guys saved me last night, itâs the least I could do,â
Sirius smiles down at you and after sharing a look with Remus he begins to lead you down the same corridor he had just appeared from, âwell, you have the most perfect timing, darling because itâs a slow day and almost our lunch break,â
âIâll tell James and help him finish up with his last client for the day. Weâll see you in a bit,â Remus announces as he flips the sign at the door to âCLOSEDâ. You wanted to protest and say that you didnât want to waste too much of their time but the mousy haired piercer smiled and that was enough reassurance for you to hold your tongue.Â
âLetâs go love,â Sirius leads you down a corridor to a room with rock posters and varying pieces of art decorating the wall as sofas lined half of the walls with varying aesthetics, one was very much distressed but still cosy looking, as the other was of a sleek, black leather. Thankfully, there was a pretty large coffee table that you could set your tote bag on and slowly began to take out the food you had cooked. On the distressed sofa behind you, Sirius admired your tentative figure and appreciated your stark difference in aesthetic to the room around you. Your style fits close to Remus although more feminine and carefree. There was a cosy structure to Remusâs fashion but with your long flowing white skirt, chiffon blouse and delicate jewellery, you embodied a breath of fresh air under the summer sun, âwhat a beauty,â Sirius says to himself, arms resting along the back of the sofa as you finally settled down.
Thinking he meant the food in the tupperware, you smile, âyou like the food already?â
âIâm talking about you, darling, although the food does look delicious,â Sirius chuckles under his breath as you timidly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
âTh-thank you but really, I hope you like the food,âÂ
âIâm sure I will,â silence slowly permeates the space between you as you wait for Remus and James but it was still comfortable, not awkward at all. In that time, you both take in each otherâs appearance. Sirius wears a white tank that clings to his toned figure and ends just under his belly button, showcasing a majority of the tattoos that embellish his skin. Heâs also in black jeans and a pair of worn combat boots. The tattoos on his arms and those that peak out from his torso and chest donât have a visible theme but they all still go together somehow. There are many unknown symbols and long winded sentences written decoratively around said symbols and the occasional elaborate illustration. There are some doodles dedicated to music, some to inside jokes you would guess and you want to ask questions but you bite your tongue. You didnât want to be rude.Â
âCurious?â Sirius asks, having noticed your wandering eyes and smiling at your kitten-like interest.Â
âA little bitâŠâ
âAsk away,â
When James and Remus finally join the two of you a few minutes later, they see you fully turned towards Sirius on the sofa, eyes focused on a tattoo on his chest that he was explaining the meaning of, catching you in a trance with his voice. The tattoo artist has his tank top moved down and to the side as you absentmindedly reach your hand up to his tattoo, almost tracing the ink on his skin with your delicate fingers. From the grin on Siriusâs face and the love-eyes he was watching your face with, they could tell he was smitten with you, which was rare. Sirius was very much a ladies man but youâve managed to rope him in with hardly any effort put in. Remus doesnât blame his friend, though, youâre very captivating.Â
The chuckle from both Remus and James pulls your attention away from Sirius who smirks up at them, unbothered by their interruption. Â
âI heard a pretty lady was treating us to some home made lunch today,â James eagerly sits down in the space beside you as Remus sits atop the far right of the coffee table.Â
âY-yeah, I hope you like it, please dig in,â
âDonât mind if I do!â James cheers and promptly consumes his share of food, giving the occasional groan of satisfaction from the taste in his mouth, âSho good!â
âDonât speak with your mouth full,â Remus corrects with an amused smile before turning to your with an appreciative grin, âThank you, truly, (Y/N), I was getting tired of take out,â
âHome cooking is the best,â Sirius groans from your other side, already half way through his share, which makes you giggle in happiness. Your heart swells with joy knowing that you could properly thank your heroes. Speaking off, you finally get to admire James in better lighting than the street lamps. He isnât nearly as decorated with ink as Sirius but there was a pretty illustration of a stag on his forearm that you admired. You hadnât wanted to feel awkward so you brought some lunch for you too and ate alongside the trio, stealing secret glances at James who remained oblivious, too engrossed in his food. Heâs in much cosier attire compared to Srius and Remus. Hanging from his broad shoulders was an oversized, faded shirt and washed-out jeans with the bottoms rolled up to showcase his high converse shoes. Framing his face was a charming pair of round glasses and, matched with his unruly curls and tattoos, made him a pictured balance of casual and wild that suits only him.
Lunch passes and James was the first to finish between the trio, quickly proceeding to pull puppy eyes at his two friends in a soft plea for them to surrender some of their food to him but they firmly decline.Â
âIâm not letting you have some of my lunch just because you finished yours too quickly,â Sirius huffs, pulling his tupperware closer to him.Â
âSorry Prongs,â Remus laughs, âthose puppy eyes arenât going to work on me, our doveâs cooking is too good to share,â
Unable to resist Jamesâs pouting face, you hold up a spoonful of your meal, âitâs okay James,â you bring your spare hand to sit under the spoon and move it to Jamesâs lips, âhere, say âahhâ,â  Â
With a boyish, golden-boy grin, James happily accepts the mouthful and moans in happiness, chewing away like a happy squirrel. Enjoying his glee so much, you happily feed him the rest of your lunch, saying that you were already far too full to eat any more so that Remus and Sirius didnât scold James too much. It was partially true though because seeing James eating was enough to make you feel full already.Â
Once done, you set aside the tupperware and was completely unprepared for when James kissed your cheek as thanks for feeding him the rest of your lunch, âyouâre too kind, angel, thank you,â he whispers into your ear, his breath brushing against your sensitive skin and sending a shiver down your spine. You could only muster a timid nod in response.Â
When lunch ended, casual conversations started which slowly divulged into the boys wanting to give you a temporary tattoo as thanks. You wanted to protest the redundancy of their actions but were quickly convinced by the verbal pleas of Sirius and James as Remus simply stared at you with interested eyes.
âWhat tattoo would you like, doll?â Sirius asks, smiling at your pondering face. You're far too cute for your own good.
âSurprise me!â you finally chirp, missing the roguish grin the three men share.Â
Not too long after, you were brought into a room with a computer connected to a specialised printer against one wall of the room. Remus and Sirius immediately move to prepare the temporary tattoo on the screen and set up the printer while James leads you to the tattoo bed in the middle of the room.Â
âThis can fold into a chair but thatâs a bit of a hassle right now, do you mind sitting on the bed instead?â James asks as you shake your head and reassure that itâs alright. He loves how compliant you are and watches for a moment as you struggle to get on the high bed before offering assistance, âMay I?â his hands hesitates just before they reach your figure but you pay his touch no mind and nod, moving your hands to rest on his shoulders as he secures his hold on your waist. With a small countdown, James lifts you onto the tattoo table with hardly any effort.Â
Shuffling back, you smile up at James who remains taller than you on the table as he stands between your thighs, âThank you, James,â the tattoo artist smiles when you say his name but frowns at the distance youâre sitting at the table.Â
âNo worries sweetheart but you we need you a little closer than that,â without another word, James grips your thighs with his large hands and pulls you with some force to sit closer to the edge of the table, which also pulls a surprised squeal from your lips, âsorry sorry,â James chuckles softly his hands still on your thighs and shudders at your proximity when he looks down to see your skirt bundled up, accentuating how close your hips were to his. Stepping away, James tidies up your skirt as you giggle and thank him once more for his assistance. He smiles at you before being called over to the computer, trading places with Sirius.Â
âWhere would you like your temporary tattoo, love?â he asks gently, opening a packet of sanitising wipes as the sound of the printer starts and whirrs in the background.Â
âHmmmâŠeven though itâs temporary I want it to be easily hidden,â
âSuch a shy princess arenât you?â Sirius comments with a smile, âitâs so cute,â
Ignoring his comment, you rush to think of the perfect place for the tattoo and distract from your racing heart, âhow about here?â you point to your chest, just above your breasts and below your collarbone. Sirius immediately recognises the placement and raises an amused brow.Â
âLike my tattoo?â
You timidly smile, âyes please,â
âVery good choice,â Sirius praises playfully as pride swells within his chest, âbut we need to get to that spot first, love,â you look down at your blouse and curse under your breath.Â
âUmmâŠâ you try to pull down the collar but it was a small cut and the fabric resists. The temporary tattoo finishes printing and Remus approaches the table with James to see you struggling with your blouse.
âWhere does she want it?â James asks as Remus carefully holds the small tattoo.Â
âWhere mine was,â Sirius points to just below his collar bone, âbut her blouse is in the way,â
Remus nods and approaches you, âthat blouse is going to have to come off, dove,â his brown eyes watches you gnaw at your lip, itâs a hesitance heâs familiar with so he knows what to do, âdonât worry, you have nothing to be scared of, okay?â he gives you a warm smile when you look up at him and soon feel assured enough to untuck your blouse and pull it over your head, âgood girl,â he praises with the same soft tone. You feel silly, these men give tattoos and pierce peopleâs skin, youâre sure that theyâve seen plenty of shirtless women in only their bras. Remus especiallyâŠheâs an expert piercer and has probably been asked to pierce lady parts that werenâtâŠvery common.
âIâve got to prepare your skin, love,â Sirius holds up the wipe and once you confirm exactly where you wanted the tattoo again, he wipes the area clean. Your skin is soft and slightly bouncy as it leads down to your breasts that makes the tattoo artist wipe at your skin a little longer than normal. After Sirius finishes prepping your skin and letting it dry, Remus steps up and applies the tattoo as best as he can without wrinkles. He swipes over the tattoo with his fingers and smiles at the handiwork. Beside him, Sirius and James admire the temporary ink, all three internally screaming at what you had let them ink you with.  Â
âWait a full hour before you peel off the applicator,â Remus gently instructs, âand try to avoid sweating or showering for the next 6 hours okay?â you nod and Remus pats your head in approval with a contented hum. You put your blouse back on and let James help you down, laughing brightly when he raises you up high and spins you in the air before he finally sets you down, laughing alongside you.Â
The boys still have a business to run so you collect your empty tupperware and wave the three goodbye before hurrying home, excited to see what tattoo they had given you as they were adamant at keeping it a surprise from you. When you finally arrived home and got a hold of a mirror, you examined the tattoo with your blouse off and felt your cheeks gradually heat up as you trace the differing fonts of the three names decorating the space beneath your collarbone.Â
Their names in their handwriting. James, Sirius, Remus.
NEXT : 03 | GROCERIES
NAVI. | HEROES IN TATTOOS SERIES
A/N : i'm becoming more and more obsessed with this au - i couldn't stop writing! if i'm going down, im bringing your darlings with me! no survivors allowed! maybe i'll make a part 3? i don't know yet. again, i've added additional tags of the people who have expressed interest in more parts for the timestamp. tell me your thoughts, lovelies!
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đż | đ đđđđ đđđ: drabbles
â°â†how would the ninjas react to you telling them that you love them for the first time?
đ WARNINGS: fluff, sarcasm, minor wound (Jay), mentions of cursing and self doubt (Kai), nightmares (Lloyd)
đł CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Cole, Jay, Kai, Lloyd, Nya, Zane (separately), x (gender neutral) reader
đŽ AUTHORS NOTE: tehe first writing post, hi buddies!! :) A bit of OOC Nya but I still think what I wrote for her was too cute to change <3
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"Cole⊠Thatâs too much sugar-" You interjected, grasping your boyfriendâs arm before he could empty the sugar into the mixing bowl.
âOh.. my bad, (Name)." Cole chuckled sheepishly, his smile betraying his embarrassment as he glanced at you, âSorry,â He added.
With a playful roll of your eyes, you aided him in adjusting the sugar amount, "No wonder youâre a sucky chef, Cole," you teased, prompting a scoff from him.
âMe? A sucky chef, please!" He exaggerated the âplease,â earning a knowing look from you.
âWhat? Did you know Iâm secretly Gordon Ramseyâs love child?" He grinned.
âIn your dreams you probably are," you laughed, causing his face to drop in mock disbelief.
âHow dare you? Take this." Cole took the flour that was laying on the counter, grabbed some from the packet and tossed it into your face.
âCole..! Stop!" You squealed, shielding your face with your arms.
âNuh uh, you are going to face my flour wrath, (Name)!" He persisted, continuing to shower you with flour until you managed to wrestle the packet from him. Soon, both of you were engaged in a flour war, filling the kitchen with laughter.
Eventually, his arms found their way around your hips, pulling you close as you leaned against his chest, both of you still giggling,
"Cole, I love you so much," you said playfully, feeling him freeze at your words. His pause prompted you to furrow your eyebrows and stare up at him. Cole gazed at you with eyes filled with passion and adoration before he leaned in to peck your lips,
âI love you too, (Name)."
He kissed you again, and again and again. Until you both were just contently sitting in each otherâs arms, embraced within the euphoria.
Unfortunately for the two of you, the euphoria was to be put on holdâYou both had a bit of some cleaning up to doâŠ
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The brown haired boy seemed to be bubbling with anxiety, fidgeting with his fingers as he kicked his feet against the medical bed. You grabbed the first aid kit, placing it beside him with a huff, meeting Jay's eyes.
âDo we really have to do this?" he whined, but you reassured him with a smile.
âOf course, dear. We don't want your boo-boo to worsen, do we?" His ears turned pink at your pet name as you dabbed antiseptic on a cloth.
âIt's just a cut, (Name)! I don't want to go through all this," Jay pleaded as you brought the cloth closer to him. You looked at him sympathetically,
âExactly, it's just a cut, so why are you so scared?" You paused, a playful glint in your eye, "Aren't you supposed to be my brave boyfriend?" Jay's expression softened, a grin spreading across his face,
âYou're right! I am your brave boyfriend!" he proclaimed proudly. You grinned as you brought the cloth to his cheek.
He winced softly at the burning sensation before the feeling got replaced with your delicate fingers. You applied a Thomas the Train band-aid to his cut and swiftly placed a small kiss on your boyfriendâs cheek, âThere you go, your boo-boo is all better now,â
âThanks doc,â Jay said, his smile cheesy and so incredibly contagious that it brought a smile to your own lips. His bright brown eyes staring into yours as though you were a delicately painted painting, simply a work of art for him to stare at. You cusp his cheek as you both continue staring at each other, you caressed his soft yet warm skin under your fingertips,
âI love you, Jay," you spoke softly. He grinned cheekily, his cheeks lightly dusted pink at your words.
"Well, I love you more!" he retorted playfully.
âNo, I love you more," you countered.
âNope! I love you the most mostful and mostest!" he declared, pulling you into a tight hug and nuzzling his head into your neck. As you let out a small giggle he whispered into your ear,
âI love you, (Name), forever."
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After enduring the agonizing training, you found yourself sprawled on the floor, Kai, your boyfriend of two months, grinning down at you, his weapon by his side.
His sweat-dampened hairs framed his face as he leaned closer to tease you, but suddenly, his playful smirk fell. He tumbled forward, landing directly on top of you. He muttered a curse as his eyes locked with yours, and your breath hitched. You both were merely centimeters between each other and in that moment, you swore the world seemed to stand still.
"Hey, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, âSeems like I fell for you,â
"Hi Kai," you snickered, finding his attempt at being flirty endearing. "Seems like I caught you."
"Sorry about that," Kai chuckled, rolling off to lie beside you on the dojo floor. Together, you gazed up at the ceiling, embracing the silence in the room, until you couldn't resist stealing a glance at his side profile. Holding back the urge to caress his face, you traced the features with your eyes. You met his gaze as his smirked, his eyes staring into yours knowingly.
He wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he teased you, "Like what you see, sweetheart?"
"I love it," you whispered sweetly, brushing a strand of his hair before meeting his eyes again. "I love all of you."
Kai froze, his confident demeanor crumbling as a blush painted his cheeks. His face turning as bright as his gi. His face faltering into a slight frown.
âYou don't mean that," his voice dropped low into a whisper, insecurity lacing his words. You could tell he was feeling incredibly vulnerable.
"Of course I do," you promised him, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you stare into his crestfallen eyes, âI love you Kai.â
He stared into your face, trying to decipher if you were truly being genuine with him. His face brightened up as he realized you were. A sly grin returned to Kai's face, but his eyes held a warmth that made your body melt. He grabbed your hand from your side and put it up to his lips,
âI love you too, sweetheart."
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Lloyd woke abruptly, his body drenched in sweat, heart pounding against his chest as his nightmare caught up to him. Theyâve begun appearing more frequently the last couple of years⊠His eyes darted anxiously around the room, paranoia lingering in his gaze.
âLloyd?â You whispered, concern lacing your voice, you could barely see him though the darkness.
"Sorry for waking you, darling," he murmured back, his voice quivering. Sitting up, you touch his trembling arm softly,
âAnother bad dream?â you asked. The boy didnât vocalize his thoughts but instead turned to you to nod his head at you like a sad puppy.
"You're okay, Lloyd," you reassured him soothingly, you brushed a strand of his sweat drenched hair away from his troubled face.
âYouâre okay,â you repeated, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him crumble beneath your touch, he sunk into your chest as he stared into your eyes. Searching them for reassurance. You begun playing with his blonde locks, a soft hum escaping your lips. You stole a glance at him. The moonlight cast a gentle glow upon his face, revealing the subtle contours of his gentle features. His eyes closed, his breath steadying into a rhythmic pattern,
"Lloyd?" you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. There was no response, only the soft sound of his breathing filling the room. Did he already fall back to sleep? You paused, carefully staring down at his face,
âWell, good night Lloyd... I love you," you murmured softly, turning your gaze towards the window.
Unseen by you, a small smile graced his lips, a ghost of a whisper that you unfortunately didnât pick up,
âI love you too,â
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You sighed softly as you slipped into your gi, the weight of your mission pressing against your shoulders even before the sun had fully risen. With your weapon at your side, you gazed out at the horizon, thinking about the mission you had to do. It was a task that demanded your immediate attention, one that couldn't wait for the rest of the ninja to stir from their slumber.
As you prepared to summon your elemental dragon, a familiar voice yelled out to you,
"(Name)! Wait!" Your girlfriend, Nya, still in her Spiderman pajamas, dashed towards you with urgency in her step,
âNya? Whatâs wrong?" you asked, concern knitting your brow.
"Nothing! I just wanted to say goodbye to you before you left," she replied, quickly kissing you on the cheek. A warmth spread through you at her touch, a feeling of comfort and belonging that only she could ignite.
"Bye (Name)," she said, her smile gentle, but then she hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.
âWhatâs up?â you prompted, curious about the sudden change in her facial expression.
With a sheepish grin, Nya shook her head and presented you with a basket of food. "I um... I also wanted to give you this basket of food. I didnât want you to be hungry while on your mission, so take it as your breakfast... I mean itâs obviously not going to be as great as Zaneâs cooking, Iâm sureâ"
You interrupted her rambling by accepting the basket with gratitude, your heart swelling with affection for her thoughtful gesture,
âThank you, Nya,â You stared into her eyes in adoration. Sincerity seeping through your words.
"Of course! Stay safe, (Name)!" Nya beamed, her happiness contagious as she pulled you into a quick one-armed hug.
"Bye Nya, love you," you said absentmindedly, your focus already shifting towards the task at hand as you climbed onto your dragon's back. You werenât paying attention to her flustered behavior.
You soared into the sky, leaving Nya behind on the ground. Little did you know, as you flew off into the distance, Nya was left beaming with joy, her heart bursting with the simple words you had spoken.
"I love you too, (Name)!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with happiness as she watched you disappear into the horizon.
With a gleeful bounce, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "THEY SAID THEY LOVE MEââ She quickly scowled to herself,
âControl yourself, Nya, but still!! They said they loved me!!" she squealed, her laughter echoing in the quiet morning air. Most likely awaking most of the Monastery.
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You sighed in frustration, your forehead meeting the cool surface of your desk with a dull thud. The blinking cursor on your computer screen taunted you as you tried to summon the words for your research paper. Procrastination had led you to this point, with the deadline looming close.
Lost in your thoughts, you barely registered the muffled noise at your door until it creaked open, revealing the analytical gaze of the ice ninja, Zane,
"Forgive me for interrupting, but I heard sounds of frustration and thought I would offer my assistance," he said, his voice calm and measured.
You managed a weak smile at his considerate gesture. "It's not a problem, I've just hit a roadblock," you admitted, gesturing helplessly towards the computer screen.
"I see no genuine roadblock, do you perhaps mean that figuratively?" Zane inquired, his literal interpretation of your words drawing a chuckle from you. As he approached your desk and effortlessly began typing away at the keyboard, you watched in awe as he swiftly completed the research paper that had been taunting you for hours,
"I believe this should suffice in terms of information. All that's left is to write your conclusion," he remarked, turning towards you with a straightforward expression.
You were dumbfounded by his efficiency, unable to believe he had solved your problem in mere minutes,
âYou didn't have to do that!" you exclaimed, your gratitude tinged with surprise.
"I was simply assisting you," Zane replied, his tone neutral, mistaking your reaction for displeasure. You rose from your seat suddenly and enveloped him in a grateful hug,
"Thank you, Zane. I love you," you murmured against his shoulder.
For a moment, there was silence as Zane processed your words, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he brought his arms back up to exchange the hug,
"(Name), you are the optimal configuration for my circuits, the irreplaceable code for my function. To put it in simpler terms, I love you too," he finally responded, his words tinged with a hint of warmth that belied his nindroid nature.
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are you open to doing hcs or a fic with johnny (mk11 or mk1 variant idc lmao) and reader with dacryphilia? i just know the sex is so good he can make a mf cry. đđ
stares at this anon with incredibly wide eyes
mk11 & mk1 johnny cage > dacryphilia
warnings: nsfw, overstim, johnny being a dickhead, author struggles to write dominant johnny bc they know deep down he's a pathetic little bitch boy
notes: oh my god i am . i am so excited. i love this so much i've been holding onto this for .... days . ilysm i'm writing for ALL THREE. lh ymg OGLDJRKSKWJD
masterlist <3
âĄ
dilf >
âą by FAR the most dominant of the three. he's been around. he knows how to please a woman and he'll make that abundantly obvious when you're reaching your fifth orgasm of the night and he's still pumping into you.
âą while he's the most dominant, he's a soft dom! he absolutely worships his love like a goddess and will put her pleasure before his. but he's gonna have his fun while he does!
âą johnny loves to please you with every inch of his body. facesitting, fingerfucking, thigh riding, cockwarming, humping his boot, eating you out, he will get you all fucked out one way or another. there's a lot of ground to cover on his huge body, and he devotes every square inch to your pleasure.
âą he'll mix his praises in with degrading when he's really into it. he blabbers on and on and he gets closer, the degrading taking over when he's about to cum.
âą johnny, on really good days, won't be done fucking you until your mascara drips down your cheeks. he's mastered the art of lasting during sex, so he will be hard for quite some time. and even if he goes soft, he'll just stop and eat you out until the erection returns.
âą "such a pretty girl... my needy whore... oh fuck, baby, you're killin' me here..." he loves to just say things into your skin. he'll bite your shoulder or bury his face in your folds and still have something to say. a ball gag wouldn't even stop this man from yappin'.
âą "just one more, love, i know you can do it for me," he groans into your ear as he plows his fingers into you again. by now, they're nearly pruned from how much he's been fingerfucking you. his other hand is wrapped around your waist while you sit on his lap. when you reach the next orgasm, he gently caresses your thighs. "there we go, good girl. that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
âą when you reach the point of mentally breaking, tears prick at your eyes and fall down your cheeks and you pathetically squirm in his grasp. you don't even know how many times you've came, but this man has somehow found a way to make it happen so many times all you can do is sob.
âą in his younger days, that wouldn't even be close to implying a finish line for his torture. but now, with age, he knows better. he sees you cry and stops being as rough. he knows it'd just stop feeling good and start hurting or go entirely numb. johnny would still squeeze in one more orgasm though, just for good measure. just to prove that he can.
âą aftercare KING. you just lay there like a little soggy sock and this handsome devil will wipe you clean and pepper kisses across your body, telling you how well you did for him.
âą "sorry to make you cry, sugar, i just couldn't help it. you looked too damn pretty," he'll mumble into your neck. "every time you cum for me, i just wanna watch it again and again..."
âą your coworkers keep asking if you're okay the following morning from how puffy your eyes are and how sore you claim to be from... training.
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younger >
let me just say first that it is so unbelievably funny that he is looking at himself on imdb in that gif
âą he's so mean. SO MEAN!
âą degrader to the max. bro is the definition of a cruel and unusual punishment.
âą and yeah the jacket stays on during sex.
âą "you like being a filthy whore for a movie star? you gonna take it like a good slut? yeah you are," he'll yap and yap while he downright uses your body. he doesn't rub your clit to make you feel good, he rubs it so you spasm around his dick more. he wants to feel how much you crave his cock, his touch. it's all about him, baby!
âą more than anything, he just loves to fuck you in every position imaginable. he wants to be buried in whoever fell victim to his charms, dammit!
âą mirrors. send tweet.
âą no fr, this guy loves having mirrors in every place he could picture himself having sex in. he'll pull your hair and force you to look at your reflection.
âą "no, no, no, baby, don't look at you. look at me. look who's fucking you nice 'n good," he wraps his hand on the front of your neck to make you watch him rail you.
âą at this point, his dick is painted with your orgasmic fluids and he's still not done. you're so fucked out you can't even think straight. your body has gone entirely limb and you're just in a hazy bliss. you've finished so many times your entire body is trembling and jerking around, and your cute moans and whines have just turned into gasps but the skin on skin slapping is incessant.
âą "you gonna cry?" he asks menacingly, holding your face with one hand. "yeah you are. good fuckin' dick, isn't it?"
âą you lazily nod as the gasps turn into sobs. you're just so full of pleasure and pain that you don't know what emotion to feel anymore.
âą "pathetic girl, can't handle this much boom?" he chuckles breathlessly, approaching his own high. "just stay like that, baby, i'm close. tell me how bad you need me."
âą that doesn't even sound possible in your current state. he may be talking, but all you hear is distant sounds as tears streak down your face.
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new era >
âą this johnny is like a mix of the former two, but with his own little quirks! i believe this man is a switch through and through with a heavy preference for submission. but, yknow, that being said, sometimes a man just needs to fuck his girl's brains out and watch the tears flow!
âą he's a man that's desperate for reassurance and this carries through during sex. he's not insecure, he just loves inflating his own ego.
âą "you like that? you like how i fuck you?" he asks with deep whines in between. "tell me how much you love this, baby, please â aah â"
âą he'll wipe your tears but secretly pray they keep flowing. it gets him off so good to see how much he affects you.
âą also, ngl, i feel like he loves to be overstimulated too. a long ass day of shooting, he comes home and literally wants to get edged and overwhelmed for hours just to release all that pent up energy. he's a crier too <3
âą đš đš IPAD BABY đš đš
âą he looooves to record you guys have sex, and if he even hears the slightest sniffle from you, the phone shoots to his hand like telekinesis. he's gotta capture every time he fucks you crazy, it's his favorite little memento to hold onto.
âą "you look so pretty when you cry," he purrs out, stroking your hair as you choke on his dick. "could never get tired of this sight." he'll play with your hair but also use your throat as his own personal fleshlight. angle or debil.
âą if anything, he loves to ruin pretty things. he'll feel accomplished when your lipstick is a mere memory, your clothes are missing buttons and your mascara is now painted down your cheeks. his favorite part of sex is cleaning you up, and his second favorite is ruining you to begin with.
âą johnny would honestly love to keep going after you start crying, but he literally can't. he cums the second you're overstimulated because the sight alone gets him there so damn fast. as soon as the waterworks pool in your eyes, he's already getting sloppy with his thrusts and his groans turn into whines.
âą he'll kiss your eyelids after sex, the heat of his body providing comfort after the rounds upon rounds of ruthless orgasms. he'd probably also lick your cheek to rid of the tears because it's funny.
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Hey I saw your spider verse post on makeup, could you do one with the like the opposite effect? Like I donât wear a lot of makeup (mostly because I am lazy lol) but maybe the Spider verse sees them with makeup for the first time?
Thanks! Have a lovely day! Xoxo
Donât forget to eat, drink water, and get rest!!!!
seeing you with makeup for the first time
characters: miles morales (earth-1610), miguel oâhara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar
notes: thanks for requesting and for ur kind words! ur the first one to send me a request so thatâs :)) this is basically the opposite of my other post about them seeing you without makeup for the first time. so sorry if this isnât want you wanted! i did more of a spin on this than the previous one lol #creativefreedom (not proofread sorry)
warnings: none lol
Prom was an extravagant event at Brooklyn Visions Academy, so Miles immediately knew that you were going to go all out for it. Though, he was a bit happy that you told him you didnât want him to do some over the top promposal. Miles may be well-versed in subjects like art and physics, but his mind went blank when it came to stuff like that. Miles was really anxious about coming to pick you up, as your dad was super protective of you, but his own father gave him a pep-talk. He felt much better. When he saw you in your glamorous dress/suit, he was taken aback almost instantly. Heâd never seen you in such magnificent makeup before. He feltâŠ. bewitched. âW-wow,â He stuttered. âYou lookâŠ. great.â He found himself at a loss for words. Your heart stuttered, and you felt like youâd never been happier. âYouâre not too bad yourself,â You giggled. The way you smiled that day made Miles glad he got it in a picture.
Miguel knew that he shouldnât get involved with one of his subordinates, especially if they were new, but he wanted to break the rules as soon as he saw you. You wereâŠ. beautiful, to say the least. The way your makeup perfectly complemented the color of your eyes and skin was glorious. Naturally, you were a bit shy because of your newness, so Jessica accompanied you on your first day with the permission of Miguel. He was very glad someone he was close to was helping you so he could get another good look at you. He felt a bit perverted, like a voyeur, but you were just so⊠alluring. The smile you radiantly gave him as you shook his hand for the first time was addicting. He wanted to know more about you, even if you were just meant to be a secretary to Jessica. Maybe it wouldnât be too bad if he asked you out for coffee? It couldnât be, right? Heâd just have to make sure Lyla wouldnât find out about it, as he wasnât looking forward to being made fun of for weeks.
Hobie loved it when you attended his concerts, so when you came with makeup inspired by his own, he went wild. He found himself being much more clingy than usual, wanting to get a good look at your pretty face and hold you. It meant so much to him that you were involved in his music career⊠so many people in his life had dismissed it, or had told him to get a âreal jobâ, so your support mattered so much to him. Hobie complimented you multiple times, each comment more sweet than the last, and so by the end of the night you were beaming. The firm kiss youâd given him backstage after his show had ended was something he wouldnât trade the world for. It was so satisfying, so lovely, soâŠ. you. He loved you. Hesitantly, Hobie asked you if he could walk you to your apartment. When you said yes, he found himself even more ecstatic than before. You were very tired after his show, and so was he, so you both took turns cleaning each others makeup off. You took your time, your hands gentle and benign. Hobieâs hands were a bit rough because of all of his calluses, so he was careful. âThank you,â heâd whispered to you sincerely later in the night. âI love you.â
Gwen had done your makeup for you, and the way it turned out made her very happy. You looked absolutely incredible, and she almost wanted to dramatically drop her jaw to make you laugh the way she liked. The two of you were supposed to go to Milesâ state championship basketball game, so you both wanted to look nice for pictures later. Gwen spent a lot of time meticulously doing your makeup, wanting it to be exactly tailored to your taste. Any mistakes sheâd made sheâd immediately wipe off and start again. Excitedly, Gwen had you twirl around in your nice dress and makeup in a mini-fashion show. âYou look beautiful,â she told you. Her voice was warm and genuine, her smile heartfelt. That night, after youâd gotten home, sheâd kissed your soft lips tenderly, telling you how much she loved you. âEvery time I look at you, you seem to get even more beautiful. Iâm glad that in this universe, weâre happy together.â
Birthdays were really important to Pavitrâs family, so you wanted to go all out for it. You planned a perfect surprise party with his wonderful auntie. It was really hard to keep it a secret, but it eventually worked out. You were glad you never told him about it because of the joyous look on his face when he realized what was going on. Privately, he gave you a kind kiss and a warm hug, telling you how happy he was. The smile on his face was absolutely adorable and you wanted to squeeze him but you didnât, not wanting to embarrass him. It didnât take Pavitr long to compliment you on how beautiful you looked, especially with your amazing makeup. Mushy words were uttered that night, making you both cringe and smile at the same time. It was marvelous. His family had whispered to his aunt asking you when you were to be married, and she just shrugged happily. âYoung love,â she muttered. It reminded her of when she was Pavitrâs age.
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Hmm.
What are you two up to? đđ
Where are you carrying the sleepy boy?
What is he dreaming of?
What's on your mind?
Is he heavy?
Is he a squishy, soft teddy bear?
So many questions.
Drabble :
âCarry you in my embraceâ
Notes comments:
Thank you so much for this! I love the whole piece so much!
Sans's expression is so soft, serene and beautiful! I love the way you drew him wrapped around me!
I love how I'm holding him!
I love the hair etc.
The colors are also so soft and a beautiful combination.
I love it thank you so much! It gives a soft, beautiful, cozy aura.
As always this is one more beautiful piece of art, that I receive from you!
Each drawing has its own story to tell!
You are an amazing artist and great inspiration! Fudgie! đ
Thank you so much! đ
Now unto the Drabble!
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We were sitting on the couch watching TV.
At some point I noticed Sans dozing off.
He couldn't stay awake. I saw his eye sockets closing. His head falling forwards.
I chuckled. Hehe!
How can he be so adorable? He was such an adorable baby boy. A baby girl. A cutie pie! I wanted to squish him mercilessly in my embrace!
He just looks so cute when sleepy.
Okay, he looked masculine and adorable anyway. But even in sleep he looks handsome and adorable!
I shuffled closer and wrapped him in my embrace. He smiled in his sleep.
His cheek bone on my shoulder. I brushed my hair at my back, so they won't bother his face.
We stayed there for some time. Just cuddling.
There were many thoughts on my mind.
One thing is sure tho; that, I loved him so much.
I didn't know what he was dreaming but, I could tell he was happy.
There was a soft shade of blue hue on his cheekbones and a relaxed genuine smile on his face.
As much as I loved cuddling him. I knew, that the couch wasn't comfortable.
I was thinking how to carry him. «Will he wake up? Be scared? How will I lift a well build skeleton man?
... He is all bones. He can't be that heavy. I'll try to lift him. Worse case scenario.. Is that he falls on the couch and me on top of him. I am quite heavy. He doesn't have organs like me. He doesn't have skin like me.. How heavy can he be? Well... Let's find out»
I picked him up softly. He wrapped his bones around me.
Hm.. He wasn't as heavy as I was expecting him to be. Heh! He was a bearable comfortable weight.
I could carry him as I carry a child.
I was surprised I could carry him around with so much ease. Truly fascinating. Heh!
Another thing I loved; is how soft he is. How squishy.
Despite him being made of bones; he was pleasant to touch, hug. Physical contact with him felt incredible.
He was warm, soft, squishy. A teddy bear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
I could feel some of my hair touching his face. Heh, our souls were close to each other.
He was content and calm.
I walked upstairs to his room carrying him in my embrace.
Heh, he was doing an effort to keep it as clean as possible.
I laid him in his bed carefully. As I attempted to untangle him.
He took a hold of my clothes and refused to let go.
A soft whine left his teeth.
Welp, okay then. So be it.
I laid next to him and cuddled him closer. I could smell his clothes amd bedsheets. So, his bedsheets smelled like green apple. While his clothes smelled like green soap. It wasn't bad. I.. liked it!
Soon enough I covered ourselves with the weighted blanket he had.
I kissed his mandible and got comfortable next to him. He hummed softly.
I closed my eyes too and joined him for a nap.
"I love you sans!" I whispered.
He smiled and mumbled "i love you too".
The end đ
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HSUDHDBD!!! I love your work sm and I really enjoy reading it đđ (tears of joy) they're literally works of art and honestly I hope that someday that I'll be better at writing than how I am now :' also a lil request i have in mind is a lil Miguel x Reader sort of thing like,, aftercare after a night of some rough seggs?? That or just taking care of said Reader when they're in any sort of pain (ex; period cramps, dealing with trauma, etc)
OMG THANK U SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAA AND YES THIS YES
i chose to write on miguel taking care of reader when they're on their periods (because i am, endometriosis is hitting hard af DFQZRESG)
summary : Miguel takes care of you when you're on your periods
content warnings : mentions of menstrual blood (reader is on their periods), other than that it's absolute fluff - so sweet you'll get cavities after reading this, afab reader, no use of Y/N
word count : 2k
tag list : @fandom-ash
status of my requests according to the date of this post : CLOSED (asks are open though)
Fuck.
You'd woken up in the middle of the night with a terrible tummy ache, a hot, heavy pain felt in your lower abdomen accompanied by an intense hot flush that took over your whole body unpleasantly. You had a good suspicion of what it was, so you got up, trying not to make too much noise, although every movement seemed to give you incredible pain, making you whimper.
Miguel groaned in his sleep as you stood up, bent over as your belly and the low of your back ached excruciatingly. You made your way to the bathroom, which fortunately wasn't too far from your bedroom, each step making you feel as if your thighs were about to separate from your pelvis.
You pulled down your panties, a dark stain soaking the fabric. You sat down, taking the opportunity to really go to the bathroom, and when you wiped, the vibrant carmine color covered the paper.
Fuck. Shit. Son of a bitch.
You had your period, and it was never pleasant. You knew they'd be coming soon, it had been at least three days if not more since you'd started to feel cramps in your lower abdomen and pain in your breasts, the only surprise you had left was when they'd arrive.
And they'd chosen the delightful moment of the middle of the night to wake you up, how thoughtful of them, how generous. You sighed, your panties were full of blood, you had to get yourself another pair, which meant coming back into the room and trying not to make too much noise for Miguel.
You stood up, putting your knickers in the laundry, unable to find the strength to clean them now. You opened Miguel's cabinet, but found no painkillers... You'd forgotten to stock up on painkillers for your period. An umpteenth sigh of desolation took hold of you as you came to pinch the bridge of your nose.
You closed the cabinet door and turned to see Miguel, which surprised you a little. His eyebrows were furrowed, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled.
"Something's wrong?"
It had only been two weeks since you'd moved into Miguel's quarters, and before that you'd avoided seeing him when that time of the month came around for you. The smell of your body and what it was expelling must have alerted him to your condition. You inhaled, rubbing your eyes as your belly suddenly clenched and you had to sit back down on the toilet.
Miguel immediately knelt down in front of you as the cramps made you bend double until your forehead touched your knees, completely distraught by your condition.
"Nena, what's going on?" he asked, stroking your back with one hand and your leg with the other. "Please tell me."
You breathed in, trying to articulate as the pain brought you to tears.
"I'm on my periods," you managed to say through clenched teeth.
He said nothing, and you wiped your eyes as you looked down at your knees.
"I'm so sorry I woke you up," you said, trembling as you tried to breathe properly, the wave of cramp easing slightly.
"Hey," he says, taking your chin between his fingers, bringing your eyes to his worried ones, "don't apologize. Just tell me what you need me to do right now."
You looked up at him, eyes moist.
"I need another pair of panties, a pad... I put some here in the closet," you said, pointing to said closet in the room, "and a painkiller for now." you said softly.
Miguel nodded, kissing you gently before standing up.
"Don't move," he said before leaving the room.
It was probably the easiest order you'd ever get from him, if not the nicest. So you just sat there, completely folded in on yourself, waiting.
Miguel returned with one of your panties in hand, opened the cupboard to grab the packet of sanitary pads you'd placed there, and came to kneel before you again, handing you both items.
You took the undies and pulled them down to your ankles, mechanically opening your sanitary towel package and placing it over your underwear. You then stood up in front of him, pulling the panties up over you, sitting back down.
He watched you, his tongue creating a tent in his cheek.
"For the painkiller, I don't have any pills. I only have one that's... peculiar." he told you as he stroked your calf gently.
"Which is?" you asked softly, feeling a little safer from creating stains now that you were carrying something against you.
He said nothing, simply opening his mouth and pointing to his slightly extended canine.
You knew that Miguel had an antidote in the venom he secreted that acted as both a painkiller and a sedative. The latter, come to think of it, would not only allow you to sleep peacefully, but also to feel less pain.
"Bite me, Miguel," you asked, almost desperate for him to bring you any sense of relief.
He inhaled, nodding.
"Open your legs, the closer to the pain the bite the faster the venom will act."
You bit the inside of your cheek, this will be unexpectedly sexy, you thought.
So you spread your legs, moving closer to the edge of the toilet. His warm hand came to rest on your thigh, Miguel coming as close as possible to the inside of it as your hand caressed his hair.
You felt his hot breath on your skin before he bit down. The abrupt sensation of his canines in your skin made you tighten your grip on his hair, but he didn't flinch. He let the venom spread, then retracted his teeth as he ran a gentle stroke of his tongue over both slits, finishing the act with a gentle kiss over them.
"Good," he said simply as he straightened up.
He brought one hand behind your back, the other coming to rest behind your knees, and raising you against him princess style. You brought your arms around his neck, as he led you out of the bathroom.
"I can walk, you know that right?" you smile against him.
"In this state? I won't let you move," he replied.
He led you into your bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He came to lie behind you, pulling the comforter up over you both as he curled up against you, becoming the big spoon. He placed his hand on your lower belly, the warmth of the latter soothing a little the fire dwelling there.
The venom was also starting to take effect, making you want to sleep again and greatly easing your pain. He kissed the back of your neck and you drifted off to sleep.
You felt so soothed. You'd been dreading a situation like this, but in the end Miguel had reacted perfectly, and you fell asleep much more relaxed.
When you woke up, the antidote was gradually fading from your blood. You were wrapped up in your comforters so snugly that you didn't want to move, and you weren't going to.
You opened your eyes, and on your bedside table were four different boxes of medicine, with a glass of water beside them. Miguel must have got some painkillers for you, and probably not knowing exactly which brand you preferred, he'd taken several.
You smiled, straightening up slightly to sit down and pick up the box you were most familiar with to take a pill and drink it immediately.
"Lyla?" you asked, putting the glass back down.
"Well hello," the little orange pixel cloud materialized before your eyes.
"Is Miguel away?" you asked.
"In truth, he's in the kitchen right now, preparing..." she checked her data, and quoted the name of your favorite dish.
You made a little pout mixed with a smile, Miguel was really taking care of you till the last bits of himself.
You straightened up, placing your foot on the floor as you grimaced. You had to go and change your pad, and although the deal was unpleasant, you got up to go to the bathroom. But first, you made a detour to the kitchen to at least say hello to Miguel.
You arrived in the kitchen, the smell of your dish's ingredients wafting through the air.
"Buenos dias, bebé", you smiled as you entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall.
He turned immediately, surprised not only by your little use of Spanish, but especially by the fact that you were standing. He approached you, smiling gently as he kissed your forehead.
"I told you that I wouldn't let you move," he said, coming over to stroke your hair.
"I just came to tell you good morning," you assured him as you brought your hand to his waist.
He pretended to think, "not a sufficient excuse to move."
"I have to change my pad ?" you offered as another explanation.
"Still not a valid excuse, nena." he smiled before taking you by the waist and raising you against him, his hands resting on your back and thighs as he led you to the bathroom.
You sighed, but couldn't help appreciating the attention he was giving you. He set you down in the bathroom, letting you change your pad, then taking you back into his arms as he led you back into the bedroom.
He laid you gently on the bed.
"Don't move," he said again, "really."
"I won't, I promise." you said, putting your hand on your heart as you covered yourself with the comforter.
He smiled softly, kissing you before standing up and leaving the room.
"Lyla," you called again, the cloud appearing once more, "report on Miguel's occupations since waking up."
"As good as done, Chief," she smiled as she brought up a small timetable showing each of his activities. "Miguel woke up this morning at eight o'clock, his first demand being to give him as much documentation on menstruation as possible. After reading a number of articles, he asked me questions about what to do for a loved one at a time like this. Subsequently, Miguel went to the various commercial areas of the society where he made several purchases including: a hot water bottle, a whole bag of snacks, a variety of ingredients for lunch, a dozen packets of sanitary pads, and four tablets of different pills to treat the symptoms." You glanced at your bedside table, "Finally, he filed for leave this week. Since his return, he has begun preparing the dish. Shortly afterwards, you woke up."
Your heart clenched with emotion. Miguel had done all this? For your sake? You could feel the tears welling up, the sensitivity brought on by the periods not helping your situation.
Miguel came back into the room, hot water bottle in hand, but noticing your shining eyes and trembling chin, he rushed over to you.
"Is everything okay ? Why are you crying, nena?"
You're the why, you thought, in the most adorable and safe possible way you are the one making me cry.
You threw yourself at him, taking him in your arms and holding him close as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.
"I love you," you whispered against him.
You felt him relax under this revelation, coming to wrap his arms around your back as he pulled you into his embrace.
"I love you too, nena." he whispered as he came to cup your wet cheeks, kissing your lips softly there.
You looked up at him, your eyes tender with love.
"I brought you a hot water bottle," he smiled, showing it to you.
You gave a little laugh, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.
"Thanks," you grinned as you took it in your hands, its comforting warmth perfect for your body's torment.
"Would you like to watch something? Just tell me what you'd like and I'll take care of it."
You smiled wider, sighing lovingly as you offered to watch one of your comfort movies. He nodded, coming to kiss you again.
These would probably be the best periods you'd ever had, and it was all thanks to him.
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Happilyfeatherafter's ficrec Fridays
Back for my second week of fics I've read and loved recently, as well as a couple of throw backs. If you missed last week's you can find it here for more!
12 January 2024
Altitude by enochianprayer (@chapeldean, art by @hornystiel here and @naughtystiel here) is a wintery delight, in which Dean is a seasonal worker in a mountain lodge and Castiel is a hiker who's passing through. Enchanted by their brief encounter with each other, Dean can't get Cas out of his head, and Cas' questioning leads him to find something holy in the revelations he stumbles upon at the lodge. Sweet and romantic, wild and wandering, cosy and brave.
boy leave your boots by the bed by an_ardent_rain (@alulangel) is a post-canon fix it, a smutty cowboy kink (shh yes this WILL be a recurring theme on my rec lists), wish fulfilment fic for the spn bang bang with one of my favourite tropes of Dean and Cas going on little dates without really realising they're going on little dates, whilst pining. Plus absolutely wonderful banter:
Cas squints and ignores that. âTechnically, you could say that this heaven is still âin betaâ now,â he says, and he uses the air quotes and itâs so adorable Dean bites the swell of a bottom lip to hold in a fond smile. Cas is, as always, a giant dork. âBut we are soliciting feedback.â
âYeah, you got a heavenly suggestion box? Hotline for complaints? Five stars, would die and spend eternity here again?â
âThere are⊠more than five stars, Dean.â
Sweet Science by emmbrancsxx0, (@valleydean) is now complete, a 12 days of smutmas challenge continuation to the incredible destiel 1930s boxing au Heavyweight. Cas and Dean are on a romantic winter retreat to get out of the spotlight against the backdrop of the burgeoning economic depression in New York, both seeing the boxing world become harder to maintain a living. With Cas secretly planning to retire, and not yet letting on to Dean, can they navigate their future whilst still maintaining their hard fought for trust? I love these guys so much and am so glad to be back in their world.
The Root of this Love by kathscradle is for all the bearded!Misha fans. May he have survived the acrylic paint incident. The very short and sweet and sexy premise: Cas is hairy, now that heâs human. Dean canât get a grip on himself. (But he sure can get a grip on Cas!) Smutty body hair celebration and body worship.
Just Being and Just Having by Englandwouldfall is the post-canon fic series I drop everything to read every time there's a new update. It delves so incredibly beautifully into Dean and Cas' history of miscommunication and gives them the chance to truly talk things out, finding themselves falling more deeply in love as they do so and understand their own mistakes but also what makes them work so well together when they're no longer under Chuck's thumb. Each chapter feels like therapy and a brain and heart massage! Two chapters left to go of Just Having, dive in now so you can lose your mind with me when it's complete.
Solitudes by ilovehowyouletmefall (@angelinthefire, art by @hawkland) is set in season 12 after Cas is nearly killed by Ramiel. Dean is close to acknowledging his feelings, whilst Cas is weighed down by the responsibility to find Kelly, but he agrees to help out on one more hunt before he leaves. Trapped, they encounter a monster which makes both of their nightmares come true...or so they think. Witnessing each other's despair, this is a haunting and genuinely creepy story that will make your heart ache.
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WIBTA if I confronted my boyfriend about not feeling praised enough? Over dumb D&D shit?
Background - I (20s F) live with my boyfriend (30s M) and things are usually great. He's always been supportive, emotionally intelligent and caring and we've had no major problems. We met via D&D several years ago so it's pretty important to both of us, and I'm a DM. Before we met, he was involved in a years-long campaign with some friends and is generally more experienced in D&D than me (I've been DMing around 5 years, he's probably closer to 10).
The current campaign that I'm running is something I'm really proud of. It's a mid-length campaign and I made the story myself (I typically plan mine to be 6-8ish months to avoid things fizzling out) and I've tried really hard to step up my writing and story planning for this one.
I've put in a LOT of extra time and effort and have been holding myself to a much higher standard than I usually do. As a DM I get self-conscious over how much time people are spending with me each week, and I want to make sure it's REALLY worthwhile. And because my boyfriend is more experienced in D&D than me, I've been looking to him for feedback and/or praise, as it would mean a lot to me coming from him.
And I've been getting close to nothing. At the end of each session he immediately falls asleep and doesn't talk about it at all. It makes me feel like I'm keeping him up/boring him. So I started asking him things like "hey what did you think about how I handled X" and he'll give a brief response like "yeah it was great" without explaining anything.
He didn't even give much thought into the character he's playing either - for his old campaign he created a HUGE story for his character, background, goals, etc. I know for a fact he's an incredible creative writer and could have come up with something wonderful for this. But he didn't put down anything other than basic character sheet stuff. When I asked him about it, he says he only goes deep into character when it's "long campaigns like my old one" and "too bad a long campaign like that will never happen again. That's D&D at it's best but now we're all adults, and we're too busy to ever do that, half my friends have kids, it'll never happen again and it's so sad" etc etc.
It made me feel like shit - like anything I try to do is a waste of time and pointless compared to this legendary "old campaign". Like it's barely worth staying awake for, like it's some kind of chore he has to sit through every week just because I'm his girlfriend and he's just humoring me.
The other players have been EXTREMELY enthusiastic and supportive - they send me art they make based on the campaign after every session and have contacted me privately to compliment me on certain aspects of the campaign. I want to make it clear that this is NOT something I EXPECT, but moreso I just really really love and appreciate that they do this for me, especially while my boyfriend is kind of leaving a void where I'd want this kind of praise.
Full transparency, one of my worst fears is forcing people to play along with something that I am passionate about, but bores them to tears. I never want to make a big deal over something that means a lot to ME but doesn't mean that much to someone else. So maybe I should just let this go because, at the end of the day, it's just a game? And taking it so seriously makes me an asshole and I should touch grass? I feel like potentially starting a fight over stupid nerd stuff would be pointless on my end. But at the same time, the more we play the more I feel deflated and I really hate feeling that way. I'm not sure what to do tbh.
What are these acronyms?
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Damian Wayne SFW Headcanons
word count: 2,300~
warnings: none
Today is officially my first day at school in person after 2 years, I'm officially at Big Boy College, boyos. I am posting this during my Phonetics class which tracks for me.
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Damian is incredibly loyal and affectionate to those he loves, it just may not be very traditional ways of showing it. He shows his affection through Acts of Service the most: cooking for you, folding your clothes, driving you places, etc. He likes to feel useful and know that his actions are making your life easier. Deeper into the relationship youâll start to see the physical affection grow steadily: letting you fall asleep on him, holding your hand in the car, wrapping his jacket around you, etc.Â
B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)
Most likely from school. You two met and slowly became close friends. A relationship with Damian takes time, so school is the perfect place for you two to steadily grow beside each other until you become inseparable. Outside of school, you two could meet at coffee shops, art shows and galleries, and dog parks. Bumping into each other frequently is enough to catch Damians eye.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Damian will deny it until his dying breath, but he adores cuddles. He loves to lay on his back and let you snuggle into him, heâll patiently wait until you let out a sigh and fully melt into him so he can place his hand on your head softly. He radiates heat so he is an amazing cuddler in the harsh Gotham winters.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)Â
Settling down was never even a thing Damian considered until a few years flew by and suddenly Damian wanted to go grocery shopping with you, he wanted to come home to you singing in the kitchenâhe wanted a home with you. He finally found a person who made home seem possible, it just took a few years for him to realize it. He is a god at cooking and cleaning so you will never have to worry about the house being unclean.Â
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Damian would be very straight to the point with you. If he doesnât think it's working out or the relationship is more of a hindrance for either of you, heâll call it out. Heâd be swift about it and youâll probably have to remind him you need more closure than that.Â
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Damian doesnât enjoy being tethered to someone permanently, he hates feeling like his individuality is being erased. Heâd much rather give you a promise ring more than anything. It's a way to symbolize heâll always want a future with you and beside you, and a thank you for your patience with him. Marriage seems so far away for him because of the way his life is, but his promise to you is just as endless as any legal documents.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He can be brash and blunt in nature but heâs slowly unlearning it from his family and friends. Heâs gaining more emotional maturity with each moment so when you two get together, heâs more than ready. His work can be rough and brutal, but he leaves it all behind the second he sees you, you always manage to smooth out all his hard edges simply because he wants to better for you.Â
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Despite Damian being a major cuddler, heâs not big on hugs. But ever so rarely, heâll hold you so tight it was like he was made for hugging. His hugs are usually after a close call or a long mission whenever heâs reminded that the time in the world is finite. Heâll hold you when heâs afraid to lose you, and those hugs are so precious.Â
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Very slow. It takes him ages to realize that the feelings he has for you are love and not adoration or curiosity. Heâll care for you so deeply but the word âloveâ is so foreign, he barely even knows it. When he does realize it, heâll say other words that mean the same thing to him: beloved, habibti, or nip at you. Heâll show his love so much that when he says âI love youâ for the first time, itâs just another layer of his love.Â
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
Damian can get very jealous and very territorial very quickly. Heâs competitive by nature, so if someone swoops in, he sees it as a threat to his place and therefore a challenge. When he gets jealous heâll seem more arrogant than usual, heâll boost just a bit more, puff up his chest a little more than normal, and butt heads with whoever is the source of that jealousy until his place is secure again.Â
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Kisses with Damian develop over time as he learns what makes you tick. He tries to lead as much as he can but eventually he finds more fun in reacting to you so he can get better. Most often, his kisses are quick and short on your forehead, top of your head, cheek, etc. He likes to save mouth kisses to make the best of them, because once he gets a taste of you, it's hard to not want more.Â
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
As most of the Batfam, Damian needs to be good with children as he works with survivors constantly. Heâs able to keep them entertained and calm them down swiftly . . . but that doesnât mean he likes them. He hates kids most of the time because theyâre immature and idiotic, they barely have any function aside from annoyance. Yet somehow, kids swarm to him. So heâs wonderful with kids, but he will shoot you a pleading look while heâs being used as a jungle gym.Â
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Damian is a very early riser. He enjoys waking up with the sun and starting his morning routines to wake up his mind and body. If you join him, mornings are quiet and blissful. Yoga, soft ambiance music, and a soft smell of breakfast being cooked. The first words of the day are spoken silently through touch and acts, all to say good morning.Â
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights with Damian are rare as he usually spends them on patrol. He tries to give you a goodnight kiss before he leaves and silently returns in the night so you wake up in his arms. Sometimes neither happens and youâre awoken to the sounds of a hurt bird, others he doesnât return until sunlight is already shining. But rest assured, heâll always make it up to you.Â
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
As with most things with Damian, he takes his time opening up. Heâs in no rush, everything will happen with time. So he reveals small stories here and there, stories about his childhood or his future, slowly revealing what makes him, him. When a story is told, there are more layers that will be unraveled in a few moments, never being revealed all at once. Damian is a puzzle, but heâs fascinating to figure out.Â
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
It truly depends. When someone is new or learning, Damianâs patience is unfathomable, especially with those he cares for. With you, his patience is endless. With others that he puts to a high standard or people who should know what theyâre doing, heâs very quick to be angered by their incompetence.Â
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Damian tries to remember as much as he can about you. He remembers the most important parts of you, from your ambitions to your creation, he knows you like the back of his hand. But man, he can not remember for the life of him what the difference is between your favorite shoes or your favorite jackets, theyâre just functional to himââSo why do you need so many for different occasions when they serve the same function?â
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The moment Damian realized you didnât view him as anything other than himself. He wasnât a monster in your eyes, he wasnât a byproduct of those who came before him, he was just that, himself. He revealed his deepest wounds to you and you never viewed him differently. That was his favorite moment, when you looked into his green eyes and saw emeralds instead of a lineage.Â
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Damian is the most protective person you will ever meet. He is fiercely loyal and protective of those he cares about and that means you. He would happily burn the world down if it meant you remained unscathed. On patrols, he fights enemies with the reminder that with each one thatâs put away, the more safe you are. However, he is competent enough to protect himself, he doesnât need any protectionâbut reminding him youâre there after a long patrol is more than enough security for him.Â
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Damian is insufferably good at planning dates and gifts, not because heâs experienced, but because heâs surrounded by hopeless romantics that rubbed off on him. Now heâs naturally a romantic. He doesnât even have to try or think too hard, heâll just always manage to leave you breathless. Art dates, museum walks, handmade gifts, and romantic gestures, he does them without even thinking because he simply wants to share his world with youâand that is truly romantic.Â
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He speaks before he thinks a lot. His entire life has been trained on instincts: act now, ask questions later, donât think just do, etc. So sometimes his mouth speaks faster than his brain does and he can say some harmful things when heâs worked up. Itâs rare he ever gets that worked up with you but when he hears what comes out of his mouth, heâs quick to take a step away from you to calm down. But that usually means him storming off until heâs calm enough to talk to you. He hates that he has to do this, but heâd rather wait and talk to you with respect then keep talking with ferocity.Â
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Most of the time he genuinely does not care, looks have never been detrimental to his lifestyle so why should he care how other people view him? But when heâs representing his family at a gala or being photographed, or even going on a date with you, he is incredibly nitpicky with his appearance. He cares what his family and you think about his appearance because he values your opinion, so heâll trap himself in the bathroom for hours preparing.Â
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Nope. In the nicest way possible, no. Damian prides himself on his independence and self-reliance, that doesnât change when he falls in love with you. The best part of your relationship is that you two are whole individuals who chose to spend their lives building something together that doesnât erase what you have already. You compliment each other so well because of this.Â
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He bounces into different languages sometimes. From Arabic to the language of the League, he slips into his natural tongues whenever he gets really angry or really sleepy. The first time you witnessed it was during a fight with one of his brothers. Suddenly they were both shouting in a language you didnât quite understand. Another time was while Damian was half asleep and he started mumbling something to you in Arabic, you didnât catch much, but the words of endearment werenât terribly foreign to you.Â
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
A partner who needs constant reassurance. Damian is more than happy to provide reassurance but he would like a mutual trust in the relationship that Damian loves you, even if he doesn't voice it. He needs someone who can understand Damian's language of love and find assurance in his actions. He also canât reassure someone constantly when he has three separate lives to maintain as well as vigilante stress on top of that, he just doesn't have the time or energy. He needs someone who can be there through the chaos of his life and ground him.Â
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
Damian doesnât snore but he does breathe deeply when he sleeps. His breaths are very slow and soft, if you try to follow them youâll probably get a headache. When he wakes up you canât even tell because he keeps his breathing pattern the same and slowly brings it to his normal pace. He does it without thinking but itâs a byproduct of his training so as to not alert anyone heâs awake.
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bruh i posted my fucking hcs while i was in middle of writing them đ anyway here it is copied and pasted:
omg aiku is so fucking ajfsdkhjbf every time i see him i go feral,,,, ALSO YES MORE PEOPLE NEED TO READ GOKURAKUGAI THE ART IS BEAUTIFUL +++ i'm pretty sure this is gonna be ooc because i'm really just making shit up so i apologise in advance lmaoo +++ also im sorry its so short i have no idea what to write đ
cw: swearing + not proofread because who wants to relive this nightmare??? + probably really ooc but this is my blog so i will do as i please honestly đ + suggestive but nothing sexual
LEONARDO LUNA ăŹăȘăă«ăă»ă«ă
his love language is either physical touch or giving gifts
he absolutely adores holding you and he always physically on you, either an arm over your shoulder or a hand on your knee, sometimes he even makes you put your legs on his simply because he likes it that way
but at the same time he is 100% the most infuriating person alive and he prides himself in being annoying
at least he's funny ig
he's constantly teasing you, flirting with you excessively
if he hadn't already told everyone in his life that you were his s/o people would've still been able to guess as much
he's like an annoying puppy who always follows you around asking you to play
he's also incredibly petty, like if you ignore him by mistake or leave him on read because the conversation had ended he's purposefully going to do the same to you
even if the subject of the conversation is actually quite important
nothing can get in the way of his pettiness
"leo, can you please fucking answer me???"
he only looked at you briefly before continuing with his stupid hair. it had only been like this for about five minutes but you honestly felt like it had been a century. he was being so fucking annoying.
"leonardo luna i swear to god, if you don't fucking answer me this instant i'm going to bash your head in."
"i'd still be really attractive though, so i don't really-"
"will you please stay on topic for once in your life?"
"annoying isn't it?"
"THE CONVERSATION HAD ENDED YOU SAID 'OK' AND THAT WAS THE END WHAT ELSE WAS THERE TO ADD????"
"you can always add an 'i love you'."
"boy. be fucking for real."
forgot to mention that he's also rlly vain
by that i mean he pretends to be vain
he pretend to care about his looks more than he actually does because he thinks its funny
it is sometimes
i am a firm believer that he was one of those kids that was fascinated by the ocean and just any type of water body
he wanted to pursue geography and maybe be a marine biologist before he became a football pro
that's why is his ideal date is renting a boat and going to sea caves to scuba dive in
he insisted on the two of you taking scuba diving lessons together because he wanted to swim with sharks and sea turtles
i feel like he was a summer baby, specifically a leo
because my irl best friend is a leo leonardo
he's also the type to collect shells and make shell necklaces for you
once tried convincing you to change your name to sally and start a seashell business because he thought it would be really funny???
concerning
he's naturally funny but at times he says the dumbest things unironically
his favourite way to destress is to have long bubble baths with you while you both chatter about your day
not necessarily in a sexual way
he just enjoys being physically close to you while also being surrounded by water
leonardo luna was exhausted. you could tell as soon as he entered the house. his usually bright and blindingly positive aura had dulled. his eyes looked distant and he walked with a sway. fatigue made his limbs heavy and he hummed softly before he collapsed on the sofa.
"are you okay? leo?"
he had already begun snoring slightly when you finally reached him. you chuckled a bit. you wouldn't mind leaving him like this. he looked so cute. his silky hair falling gently on his nose and his cheeks a bit red from the slight chill in the air.
but he smelled. reeked of sweat. he must've been too tired to even shower after practice. you weren't about to let him sleep in his sweat, it was simply gross.
so first, you tried pulling him off. but not only was he a massive man who weighed a lot more than the usual groceries you carried. he was also resisting making it even harder for you make him budge.
so you kissed his forehead, hoping it would wake him up.
nothing.
this time you pinched him.
which worked, because now he was stirring. he opened his eyes which burned with anger and frowned at you.
"come have a shower with me."
suddenly his eyes were wide and bright again. he basically jumped off the sofa and carried you to the bathroom. he was tired but he didn't mind the extra exhaustion that would come from carrying another human being, since it was you.
as soon as you got to the bathroom he basically ripped your clothes off and you were in the shower giving him a massage. then washing his hair and running your hand over his back soothingly. he didn't look tired anymore, it seemed like your presence had woken him up. or perhaps he just didn't want to miss out on your touch.
"how was practise?"
"couldn't stop thinking about you."
his kisses are always hot and passionate
loves holding your face when he kisses you
as if its the last time he will
he loves how his hands are big enough to hold your entire cheek
your first kiss wasn't awkward at all except for the fact that it was in front of the paparazzi because he loves PDA
unless you genuinely hate it he's always holding your hand in front of the cameras, kissing you, full on making out and everything
is a failure in the kitchen but is surprisingly good at following instructions
you'll never have to cut an onion when he's around!!
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OLIVER AIKU æç©ș
you've made it
you are now dating the hottest man on earth, the biggest playboy in the world has settled down
cuz you're just as hot
but that's exactly what makes him so possessive and jealous
it's not that he doesn't trust you he's just a little insecure, why else do you think he always broke up with his previous flings?
he's scared that if you got to see him for who he really was (as if you haven't already â ïž)
however, whenever he sees you talking to someone he doesn't particularly like he'll come up beside you and pull you close to him by the waist
and if you look uncomfortable he'll literally take you to another setting so you feel better
his love language is words of affirmation!!
he loves hearing how much you love him and how much you wanna spend time with him and how you'd kill for him
but at the same time he absolutely loves teasing you and making you get all flustered
oliver had been feeling down. he didn't really know why. it was 3am and he had this deep pit of despair in his stomach. you looked so peaceful on the bed, sleeping softly and scrunching the blanket up a bit.
"how can someone so perfect want to be with me?"
"if you're going to be so depressing i might actually break up with you..."
you had turned around to stare at him with your tired barely open eyes. you weren't a light sleeper per se but your deep connection to aiku meant that you could feel something was off even if you couldn't see if with your own eyes.
"sorry, did i wake you?" he moved back into bed. pulling the sheets over you a bit.
"you know i love you right? and i wouldn't even dream about leaving your or whatever you were worrying about."
"but-"
"no, shut the fuck up. it's late," you pulled his arms around your body and placed yourself right onto his chest, " and i'm cold, so do your job. warm up the bed."
bought you an emerald promise ring after the first date because he instantly fell in love with you and he's suddenly discovered that he was actually a big romantic
(emerald to represent his left eye, left being the side the body your heart is in)
as a playboy, the first date was all a ploy to impress you but also give the impression that he wasn't available so breaking things off or ghosting you wouldn't be a hassle
he took you to a fancy restaurant
for once he wasn't two timing you
anyway after all this he took you to the beach to go on a walk where he asked you if you wanted to go skinny dipping
it was his first challenge, if yes, it would be fun, if no, then he had a reason to break things off with you
but the look of indifference you gave him made him crave more
he could already feel his cheeks heating up and from that day onwards he couldn't stop thinking about you like at all
after you got into an actual relationship you both avoid going back to that restaurant because of just how dull that night was
now your dates consist of going to the arcade, doing some karaoke and then maybe watching a movie while living off of buttery popcorn
he honestly has such a beautiful singing voice
would definitely be an idol if he weren't a footballer
he's a huge ABBA fan i can feel it in my soul
his ideal date is having a picnic by the beach and then playing beach volley until you both decide it's too hot and go for a swim
honestly any summer activity would be his ideal date
oliver aiku was probably breaking countless laws right now. it was the end of summer, the nights were short but warm with the skies clear, starry and gorgeous. aiku wanted to celebrate by firing his homemade fireworks he had spent about 2 months making. and you were certain that this was illegal. but he didn't care.
"oli- i don't think this is safe..."
"don't worry about it, i'm here to protect you." you could almost hear the smirk he was wearing.
"you're no lawyer, i won't be breaking the law with you."
"oh you're no fun."
he looked at you with fake disappointment. frankly, if you weren't in a good mood you would've just left him to his frolicsomeness but you were also sort of intrigued. you really wanted to see what two months of firework building could get you.
"make sure we don't get caught."
"i'm no amateur love."
likes pulling your hair when kissing
and he's not one to give one quick kiss and run, they need to be deep every single time
pecks on the lips are meaningless in his eyes
he's also one to engage in PDA
he absolutely loves kissing in front of people he dislikes
to sort of one-up them
kisses you all the fucking time for absolutely no reason
you'd think the novelty would have worn off after being kissed so much but it really doesn't
somehow he keeps getting better at kissing
is he practicing behind your back????? (no, i'm jking)
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your art makes me wanna start testosterone
i can't read tone well, so this is either an incredibly touching ask, or an extremely funny one, and in the absence of confirmation: both!
i'm in a chatty mood, so i'll share some thoughts about testosterone and my art.
i liked being on testosterone a lot. i had an IM injection every two weeks (on tuesdays!) and because that's a sizeable dose every 14 days that slowly disperses, it can cause some mood fluctuations (every other friday i would have a crisis about not feeling like the world had a place for me in it) but even those were far more manageable than the ones that would come with my previous and current monthly hormone cycle (every month i spend a solid week thinking the world will never have a place for me in it)
It gave me a patchy little bit of scruff on my chin and a whispy mustache under my nose that still struggles on, despite adversity!
It redistributed my fat a little bit, but that's long since gone back to pre-T shape.
it lowered my voice! that hasn't changed :^)! even if i never go back on t, that won't change. it was the thing i most wanted, and its the one i'm most grateful for. Pre-T, I didn't speak much. I'm getting better and better at talking and getting more and more comfortable communicating with people because of it.
having been off t now for 3 years, i don't pass anymoreânot as a cis man, or a cis woman, certainly not as anything approximating straight. if people look at me and see anything, i'd hazard a guess that they see me as A Queer (the nounâfor all it's complicated connotations).
i'm not surprised that my art might make somebody want to start testosterone! a lot of my art was made out of the aching grief that came with being kicked off of testosterone, and how neatly that loss of autonomy over my own body knits in with yamato's loss of autonomy over his own.
how my body started doing things i disliked, how i didn't have the support necessary to access the healthcare i neededâhow my inability to give myself what i needed made me feel as though i were trapped inside of myself and abandoned (by both myself and the world at large)
when i write comics about yamato as a trans man, i don't take away his testosterone, because that hits a little too close to home for me. for Ninja War Town Reasons, he has plenty of access to all the HRT he could ever need and nobody questions his need for itâinstead, i project my own horrors onto the way DanzĆ defined his identity for him as a child, the way that Kabuto and Obito dehumanize him as an adult in their war efforts, and reduce him to the thing his body holds (the Mokuton). I give him a kneejerk compulsion to dehumanize himself (out of a feeling that he has a duty to his community to do so) and I give him a slow-growing resistance to that impulse (which comes out of a feeling that the people he loves would frown upon seeing him reduce himself like that)
it's dysphoria! it's not gender dysphoria, but it's a loss of self, and a need to reclaim it. it's a war between the hollow shell of a thing he thinks he has to be, and the vibrant and messy person beneath it that he is. it's a desperate need to say "this is who i amâonly i can say it"
I enjoyed HRT a lot. it was a really useful tool in helping me feel like my body was my own, that i didn't have to fight it, that we were the same entity. It's not the only tool, but it was a really good one, and one day I hope to use it again.
(as for the being off of itâit's unpleasant, but i'm enduring! being somebody who now doesn't really pass as anything has put me in a weird and interesting position, where I'm constantly having to declare myself to people, because nobody knows what to make of me on any front. they don't know if i'm a man, a woman, nonbinary, nor even what age i am (Augh!!!!) it forces me to be brave and vulnerable more than I'm comfortable withâif I tell somebody I'm a man, there's no way that they will believe I'm cis, but I'm not about to recloset myselfâand I don't think I could at this point anyway.)
(there's something fascinating about the position i find myself in, and while i'd leap back on t the moment that an opportunity presented itself to do so, i do feel like i'm experiencing something interesting and important in this weird zone i find myself in)
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PLEASE talk more about DurgeWyll and Hozier, PLEASE... I am rotating the songs you posted and the vision is so good
thank you for asking me :) (the doors close sealing you in the crypt)
i joke. ok first of all i need to cite ten @bladesmitten as a resident durgewyll expert and direct you to his blog... she's written some incredible fic & analysis of the durgewyll romance and made a lot of gorgeous wyll edits and art in general, can't rec his blog enough.
i have sadly never played through the durgewyll romance & only watched it so there are undoubtedly story details i am unaware of. alas i have only played the tav version of his romance so far
some spoilers for durge beneath the cut. i tried to be vague but a warning there. also i didnt stick my oar into unreal unearth or any of the adjacent eps for that album .. sorry
all that being said here are my 2 cents
i think the main draw for picking hozier songs for durgewyll is that incredibly sexy dynamic they have of being each other's foil as well as each other's love interest. both wyll and durge are bound to an inescapable doom within the story: to pay with their body and soul for the fate of baldur's gate. durge must destroy it to please their father, wyll must save it. (wyll's saved it already, at the cost of his soul, and durge has to sacrifice their soul to destroy it as (redacted), but i wont go further on that tangent lol. its fascinating though.)
i think a core concept of wyll to focus on here as well is his faith. in his act 2 dance scene, in response to one of the dialogue options, wyll replies that he 'still keeps faith in the old tales of true love'- this is crucial. wyll is the man to whom the gods gave a cold shoulder. he has no love or faith for them. but he keeps faith in the old tales- he keeps faith, specifically, in durge.. 'his greatest adventure'.. and if durge chooses to resist their father's authority, they spurn a god for wyll's sake. there's an incredible amount of mutual devotion there.
there is also the monster hunter/monster dynamic. i haven't delved into it much here bc i am more interested in how eerily wyll and durge parallel each other as twin mirrors and exiles from the gate, the light and dark sides, sharing almost a common doom, trapped in the long shadows of their fathers.... man. but the monster dynamic should absolutely be examined and explored, it's fascinating. i think it's another compelling aspect of wyll's character. he's a man with a lot of resonant contradictions. a monster hunter who refuses to hunt the monster of baldur's gate and instead severs them from the one who made them .... a monster hunter who holds out his hand to the monster he is supposed to kill... wyll's love of the mysterious and strange and his kindness, i think, predispose him to see durge as an ally and a friend. not from naivete, but from an open heart
my hozier picks for durgewyll overall:
it will come back - i love the way the view shifts in this. one of my top durgewyll picks for the way it evokes a lot of the horror & tragedy that wyll looks into and doesnt flinch away from & the hunger durge has toward wyll extending his own lonely & friendly hand
shrike - i see this as primarily from durge's view. picked for the devotion & regret
NFWMB - applies beautifully to both of them. theeeee durgewyll song to me from andy's works... consider the lyrics from both person's perspective to feel the world open beneath your feet lol
as it was - ditto, i think it encompasses both perspectives. also one of my favorite songs he wrote so im biased lmao. i think this is another very resonant choice for the durgewyll dynamic
like real people do - feels an overly obvious pick but it could work especially well for a resist durge
no plan - could be an intriguing choice. i can't quite swing it but some of the lines in this for durgewyll... i like them...
you could definitely make a case for from eden for another from durge's view. gives me a feeling of a durge who's not resisting but idk
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if touch prompts are open: spooning with whichever tma ship you're feeling at the moment please?
This got a little angsty
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"I don't like this place."
Michael's voice was as unexpected as his arms sliding around Gerry's middle, and his tall frame pressing against his back. Gerry screwed his eyes closed, a tiny piece of him regretting getting involved with one of the best Assistants the Magnus Institute had ever had. How else could Michael have found him?
"Why are you here?" he asked dully.
"Because you're here," Michael answered, tucking his face into Gerry's dark hair. "Where else would I be?" One of his hands found Gerry's, fingers squeezing his. "Why are you here?"
"This is where I go when I feel like shit," Gerry admitted, feeling like his chest was cracking open with each word. "I spent so much of my life feeling like shit in this place, so..." he trailed off, hoping Michael could understand. Misery felt more familiar in his childhood bed.
Michael hummed, his legs sliding up on the dusty bedcovers and pushing Gerry's up with them. Usually it was Gerry clinging to his back, as Michael slept deeply in an impossibly tight curl. But now it was Michael closing in around him, surrounding him completely in his embrace, and the dark horrible thoughts in Gerry's head were almost drowned out by the feeling. "Do you know why you're feeling that way?"
"Because everything in my life besides you is pretty much awful." Gerry sucked in a deep breath, his chest feeling heavy and tight. "I never know what I'm doing, or if I'm missing something I'm supposed to be doing, and I have no idea how to do what I am supposed to do. I have so many questions but I don't know who to ask."
He knew...these were the things his parents were supposed to teach him. Like how to do taxes, and take care of himself, and how to be a proper person instead of a broken brittle shell. Someone who would be a worthy partner for the incredibly understanding man who was still pressed to his back and holding him tight. There was so much, too much, and he had no one to help him, and even if he did he couldn't be a burden on them anyway.
Especially not Michael.
Michael sighed. "I understand that," he agreed. "It can all be very...overwhelming." The hand pressed to his middle stroked a calm slow pattern, up and down. It was probably the best hug of Gerry's life, if only he were in the mood to appreciate it.
Gerry could have hardly imagined, in all those awful years of trying to sleep under his mother's roof, that there could ever be a boy in his bed with him, much less one like Michael. He could never have imagined anyone willingly following him into his personal hell of Pinhole Books and not immediately being scared off. It felt like such an indulgent fantasy, but it was real.
He could almost sense Michael studying his room, taking in the posters and art on the walls. The mural Gerry had added to on his worst days, when he felt similar to how he currently was, and had no other outlet. It practically dripped with his pain.
"I know you said this is where you go when you...feel bad, but can we go back to mine? Please?" Michael accompanied his request with a deep squeeze. "I can take care of you there. You might not be so miserable there too."
Gerry almost refused on instinct. He was no good company when he felt this way. And yet, if the situation was reversed, he knew he'd bend over backwards to make Michael feel better. He'd light himself on fire for Michael if he needed brightness in his life. And it seemed that somehow, impossibly, Michael felt the same way, for him. That was one of those things that...couples did. Support each other. Work things through. Stick around. Gerry knew all of that, but applying it to himself was...difficult.
"Yes," he quietly agreed, and felt Michael sigh with relief. Michael sat up and pulled him up with him, his gentle hand cupping Gerry's chin to tilt his head back so they were eye to eye. Michael looked so worried, but still so lovely as he kissed Gerry's temple.
"It's going to be okay," Michael promised, his breath brushing over Gerry's skin. "We'll get through this. I'll help you however I can. Just..." he gave Gerry another comforting squeeze around the middle. "Come home with me now. Please."
God.
"Okay," Gerry agreed weakly, his chest feeling thick with complicated emotions. Michael's words didn't solve anything, not really, but they did make him feel a little lighter, just a bit. Enough to make him believe everything would be okay.
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Weyler fluff idea: Wednesday doesnât know how to show Tyler that she wants to hold hands, be kissed etc. And itâs not that Tyler doesnât want to do that but itâs because he thinks Wednesday doesnât like it that much but deep down she wants it (he respects her borders)
I had a lot of fun with this one.
It was a beautiful day, cloudy and gray with bits of rain here and there. The rain wasnât so potent that it soaked clothes and hair, it was a perfect, infrequent sprinkleâ Wednesdayâs favorite type of weather.Â
She and Tyler sat shoulder-to-shoulder beneath a maple tree in the Jericho Cemetery. It had become one of their favorite places to go ever since he brought her to see his motherâs grave. Wednesday loved cemeteries her entire lifeâ especially the family cemetery back home. They were creepy, quiet, and full of history and ghosts. She could always clear her mind among the headstones, new and old, and the smell of mown grass. And she found that dead people made great company.
But right now, her mind was far from clear. It was ruminating over something silly, something she could hardly admit. It clouded her usually confident and logical brain and left her feeling horrendously frail.Â
She couldnât figure out how to hold Tylerâs handâ or really do anything else besides kiss him. It should be easy to do such a thing, all she has to do is grab his hand with hers and the rest should flow from there. But when? How? Can it be too abrupt? What if she takes his hand too roughly? Would it be weird? She didnât usually care about peopleâs feelings like she did hisâ the hold this boy had on her was, at times, incredibly frustrating.Â
She still had no idea how she so abruptly kissed him that one time at the Weathervane, it was like some sort of love demon possessed her. Ever since then, when they kissed they leaned in simultaneously. And as strange as it was theyâd kissed many times, usually when saying goodbyeâ but never held hands. Tyler respected her boundaries a little too much for her liking. It was sweet, his gentleness was endearing, but she wished heâd just grab her hand and make it easy, she knew he wanted to.
One time when they were driving in his car, their hands touched. Tyler had his right arm resting on the middle console when Wednesday dropped her pen on the floor of the passenger seat. When she leaned down to grab it she held onto the console for support, placing her hand near his. After leaning back in her seat, she noticed the close proximity of their pinky fingers, her heart jumped. She left her hand there in hopes heâd take the next step, her heart missed another beat when his own hand gravitated towards hers, hovering over it for a split-secondâ but then he stopped, quickly placing it on the wheel instead. It was terrible, bad terrible.Â
Tylerâs voice yanked her from her thoughts, âAre you good? Youâre real quiet.â
âYes, I am fine. Iâm just thinking.â
âAbout?â
What was she supposed to say? âAbout holding your hand, Iâd like to hold your hand.â?? Well, thatâs exactly what sheâd say, but she couldnâtâ it was like her mouth was a venus fly trap, and the words were but a helpless arachnid struggling to escape its marginal spikes.Â
Tyler furrowed his brows while she wordlessly stared at him.Â
âAbout⊠Just aboutâ My homework assignment. I must finish it later.â
âYou told me you didnât have any homework?â
God damnit, Tyler.Â
He studied her with his eyes, tilting his head to the side, âYou can tell me anything, you know.â
She did know that, although telling him things was something she greatly struggled with. She wasnât very good at talking about her feelings, in fact she was absolutely horrible at it. She was good at many difficult thingsâ cello, fencing, lock-picking, martial arts, and archery to name a fewâ but she wasnât good at being social. She couldnât even tell her own boyfriend she wanted to hold his hand. Pathetic.Â
âIâve been thinking⊠That I want⊠Iâd like,â her face felt hot.Â
He seemed amused by how flustered she was, a smile was creeping on his lips. She looked down at his hands; large, warm, and resting in his lap. She wanted to grab oneâ No, she was going to. There was no going back, sheâd been staring at them for far too long as Tyler grew increasingly confused.Â
Impulsively, she grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm from his lap, and put her palm under his. Just as she hypothesized, the rest of it flowed from there. He chuckled and laced his big, warm fingers through her smaller, colder ones. It felt just as sheâd imagined it, but better, his hand enveloped hers like a warm blanketâ or, even better, a toasty straight jacket.Â
He gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, and she gave into her urge to explore the skin of his hand. With her free fingers, she traced his smooth knuckles and a scar on his dorsal side from the fight with Enid months before. His hands were soft but sturdy, there was a mole on the knuckle of his thumb and another on his ring finger, his nails were freshly trimmed.Â
âSo, this was what you were thinking about?â He smiled cheekily.Â
The corners of her lips turned upward a little, âYes.â
âI would have done this already if I thought youâd like it.â
âYou didnât think I would?â
âNo, Iâve been under the impression that you donât like being touched.â
âI like being touched by you.â
He grinned, âNoted.â
Wednesday leaned further into Tyler, pressing their hips and shoulders firmly together, and rested her head on him. He placed his head atop of hers and gave her hand a squeeze. Soon, the sky darkened as evening approached, so they drove back to Nevermore.Â
Before departing to their respective dorms, Wednesday kissed Tyler. For the first time ever, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. She didnât understand how kissing felt so drastically better with something as seemingly miniscule as his arms around her back, but it did. The kiss felt much more intimate with their bodies pressed togetherâ she wondered if she closed her eyes long enough if sheâd be able to tell where her body ended and his started.
âKeep doing that when we kiss.â She asked when they pulled apart.
âI will.â
Wednesday entered her dorm feeling like a weight was lifted off of her chest. Holding hands was easier than she thought and she felt foolish for being so bent up over it. Her anxiety subsided, she was pleased to find that initiating touch wasnât so bad at all. Tyler wanted it just as badly as she did.Â
And, of course, Enid immediately noticed something was different about Wednesday.
âYouâre nearly smiling. What happened?â She blurted out.Â
She couldnât hide anything from that girl.
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