#ok this is just me crying keep scrolling

[sleevebuscemii]

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[todayisafridaynight]

GLAD STREAM WENT SMOOTHLY THIS TIME had so much fun!!

BUT NOOOOOOO SOME OF YOUR FRAMING AND ANGLES REMINDED ME... We finished Hero recently so we rewatched Hero SP and watched the "sequel"… Hero SP is still my favorite thing to come out of it by far TBH but I was happy to see Nakai's character back in the latter [he's got this starting-to-grey beard, so Obviously I Was Thinking About Arakawa Aging In The Years Ichi Was Gone, and also he's smiling almost every second he's on-screen so I was :] ].

At the same time, because Takita's a Sympathetic Antagonist Who Went To Prison Returning In A Sequel… it put the fear of God in me with regard to Jo coming back because [spoilers </3] Takita's only in it for two-and-a-half scenes and he has cancer… I would say One Fear but again I have MANY FEARS when it comes to Jo and honestly MOST OF THEM are about not getting a satisfactory resolution [if there has to be one], like Aoki. I'd already made my peace with him not coming back at all in 2019 [2018 if I'm counting RGGJo]… pleeease don't do him dirty that's my emotional support shitty old bitch 😭😭😭

Extremely specific worries aside here are Nakai's dogs Kurumi and Pairan as promised :] Kurumi means walnut... if you even care...

STREAM WORKING MEANS I DIDNT HAVE TO PICK UP ICE FISHING YIPPEE !!!!!!!!

ABOUT JO THO AND HIS INEVITABLE-RETURN-BUT-UNCERTAIN FATE.... we can only wait... rgg wont let me in their basement anymore i cant leak secrets as to what could happen to him- at the very least i hope the rgg team understands people like satisfactory, Non Bullshit endings to character arcs.... so here's to hoping he gets that if possible :] if not uhhhh hope he gets the least cringe exit from the series :]]

BUT NAKAI'S DOGS HELLOOOOO THEY'RE BABIES I LOVE THEM HIIII !!!!!!! THEIR NAMES ARE SO CUTE PAIRAN AND CHESTNUT..... im ashamed to admit i already knew 'kurumi' meant chestnut.... as krillin's name from dragon ball derives from 'kuri'.... that doesnt make the name any less cute it makes them better TO ME (❁´▽`❁)

[apocalyp-tech-a]

I am about to go on a small rant, so if you're not a Tech fan that was holding on to hope in clown make-up, it's ok to keep scrolling.

The finale was good. But it could have been better. Not only was Tech's death mishandled, but CX-2's was as well. Now I would not have been so upset if they hadn't been stringing us along all season 3 with the hints that it's Tech, certainly most of you saw my and other's comparisons, the voice, the movements, the technology capabilities. Domicile. KRIFFING DOMICILE!!!! But the finale, no payoff for all of that anxiety, parallel analysis, and HOPE?! And on top of that, the cryptic tweets all season long. I'm sorry, but that was incredibly cruel. I'm crying, but not because it was a happy ending for the surviving CF99, because that was just absolutely unnecessary to set up CX-2 as Tech, to just have him unceremoniously killed as just another mindless regular clone.

Also, the ending felt rushed and unfinished like that really was supposed to be CX-2, it could have touched on the plot points of Crosshair knowing who CX-2 was and it being Tech very easily with 15 more minutes, even 10. And that scene with Phee before Eriadu left completely unfinished as well!!! No Phee in the finale!? They gave more wrap up time to Nala Se than to CX-2 who they built up half the season!!!

Did they have an alternative ending with Tech alive and CX-2 reveal, but some Disney higher up said they couldn't do it? I hope we find out some day.

I'm sorry, but ARE YOU KRIFFING KIDDING ME!?!?!?! I have been repeating this for an hour now. Seriously. I just can't. This is all I can manage at this time, But I imagine we'll all be thinking about this for a while. Thank the Maker for fanfic, jeez. Sending 💜 to everyone who needs one and accepting them also, lol.

[pathetic-tboy]

youre cuddling your older sister in bed, just on your phone with her arm draped over your stomach, when she moves her arm lower and starts groping your ass

"uhhh big sis? what are you doing?" you ask, squirming a little, a bit uncomfortable. surely shes not doing what you THINK shes doing, thatd be crazy. sure, youre shirtless wearing a pair of purple panties, and shes also shirtless in her underwear as well, but like, youve seen each other naked before! its no big deal! you dont like wearing a lot of clothes! youre family! its not weird!

"nothing?? we're just cuddling, its fine, chill out." she sassily retorts but doesnt stop squeezing your ass through your cute little panties

"uh, ok...." you shrug and get back to scrolling on your phone, trying to drown out the feelings this was giving you. surely this isnt weird. but she moves down to your crotch, and you start to grab at her wrist to push it away. she just holds it there, though, rubbing your tdick through your panties. "uhhhh big sis that's enough-" you start to protest, but she just flips you onto your stomach with your head down on the mattress and positions your ass in the air. you squirm, but shes too strong for you and shes grinding against you now

"sorry lil bro, you just look so cute in these panties. you must really want this if youre wearing these." shes pulling them down now, over your ass and past your knees until theyre off. you try to crawl away, but she tugs you back with a grip on your hips. she was rubbing the head of her cock on your tdick and hole, wet from the groping.

"uhhh, get off!" you try to get up but she pushes you back down into the mattress, while she keeps rubbing on you. you keep moaning desperately while you vainly try to shake your hips to get her off. "stop! you cant! this is wrong!"

"shut up, its going in." she grunts as she pushes her length into your pussy. you gasp as she fills you, gripping the sheets. "you're so wet anyway, dont lie to me lil bro. i know you want this." she begins pounding your pussy, holding onto your hips as she violates you. you only make little "uh uh uh" sounds as she takes you from behind

"fuck, good boy." she moans as she keeps fucking you. "slutty lil bro, wearing his cutest panties to lay in bed with his sister. what did he think was going to happen?" she taunts you as she thrusts in and out

then she grabs a pillow from above your head, and lifts you upper body up so your back is flush against her chest. you weakly struggle as she positions a pillow under your hips. she pushes you back down and re-enters you. you both gasp at the new feeling the pillow adds to it, and she fucks you hard and fast.

"uh uh uh" you can only moan as she roughly violates your pussy. youre drooling on the mattress and can barely even think about anything but the feeling of fullness and pleasure anymore. soon enough, youre cumming on her ever-thrusting cock, loudly

"yeah, cum on it, good boy." she slaps your ass with one hand and grips your hair with another. "take my fucking cock." she pushes your head into the mattress as she fucks you, muffling you pitiful little moans and weak cries.

then she flips you onto your back, and positions your legs around her waist. you kick weakly at her but she just throws your leg back around her back, and thrusts in again. you whine and moan and push at her chest, but she just laughs at you

"what are you grabbing my tits for? you little perv." she sneers and grips your hips harder

"im not a perv-" you manage to gasp out, but youre still moaning

"yes you are! youre literally grabbing my tits while i have my dick inside you, you sick little freak!" she taunts you as she pounds your pussy

"not by choi- ah-" you gasp as she pushes your legs up by your head, putting you in a mating press. "oh god-" you moan as she keeps fucking you hard and deep. "fuck- im cumming!" you cry out, gripping her shoulders.

"fuck, yes, good fucking slut, im gonna fill you up!" she hisses as she fucks you into the mattress. you try to push her off again, but youre pinned down

"no! dont cum in me! ill get pregnant! no-" you try to plead but she pushes her length all the way inside you and holds it there, errupting into your unprotected pussy. "fuck- pull out!" you whine

"fuck, its too late, lil bro, youre definitely knocked up." she pants, still twitching inside your used up pussy. she leans down and kisses you, shoving her tongue into your mouth while you gasp for air. then she pulls out, laying down on her back. you just lay there for what feels like hours

"well?" she looks over at you. "are you gonna clean me up or what?"

"what do you- ah!" she pulls your hair down to her crotch, shoving your face in it.

"i said- clean me up!" she uses her other hand to push the head of her soft dick against your mouth.

"fuck- youre sick for making me do this..." you grumble as you take it into your mouth

"im not the one sucking my sister's dick." she retorted

you grumble in response, but lick it and suck it as she grips your hair and moans. you can feel her hardening again, and you go to pull off but she holds you there

"i didnt say you could stop." she warns. you keep sucking her off, bobbing up and down on her hard cock "fuck, im hard again, think you could go another round?" she pulls your head up off her dick

"fuck.... do i have a choice?" you ask, but you know what the answer will be. you suppress a growing smile as she pins you under her body again.....

[yukyuki]

A Drunk Inc(h)ident CL’16

summary- Charles and Y/n broke up, maybe without reason and they both can’t seem to move on, they are just one cute and inseparable couple 🌷

warnings- language, angst, slightly suggestive (not really), cute, fluff ☁️ this is LONG but it’s worth it! not revised sorry!

a/n- it felt inspired for this after Charles said he went to Vegas to party and I just think this is so cute and funny ❤️ enjoy!

“Come on Y/n! It can’t be that bad! You can hang out with me in the Williams garage!” Lily insisted hugging your arm.

“I don’t know Lily…you know…um I don’t really want to bump into Charles…” you say as he came to your mind. You haven’t moved on from that break up and seeing him again might not do any good to you.

Yours and Charles relationship broke as you both became more successful and the internet got involved along with incidents in his life that made him take the decision of breaking up with you.

That night your heart shattered to pieces, you loved him and understood him and were willing to help him fight with whatever problem he was facing. Yet you never really understood his reason for breaking your 5 year relationship.

Present day you have focused on yourself after 1 year since the breakup you have been busy with your career it didn’t allow you to think back to him, or even cry about it anymore. You were a mess the first few weeks but after Lily and Kika helped to pick you up and become the women you are today.

“You don’t have a reason to bump into him Y/n…I won’t leave your side I promise…I’ll defend you if he gets close” Kika said laughing as you swung the extra pit pass in-front of me making me sigh with a smile.

“Ok…fine I guess it would be really lucky of me if I did bump into him” you said sarcastically as you girls giggled and headed to the hotel so they could meet with their boyfriends, you went with Lily and Alex.

• • • •

Making it in the Williams garage with Lily, you sat at the back scrolling through your phone. The news was quickly spread.

Breaking News: “Y/n L/n arriving at the Las Vegas Grand Prix”

Some comments were negative which brought back memories and reasons for the split with Charles. Not letting it bother you, you slowly smiled at the cute and nice comments from those fans that loved you and Charles as a couple wishing you two would comeback.

After a few comments you look up seeing Lily arrive.

“Let me just tell you I do not enjoy third wheeling” you say playfully to Lily making her laugh.

“Oh don’t worry there’s maybe another guy around here…we can find one” she said playfully winking as you rolled your eyes.

“I need to use the restroom…I’ll be right back” you whispered to her getting up walking to the back. Walking down to the bathrooms you looked around taking in the cool air of Las Vegas, your thoughts were gone when two little girls approached your. The number 16 adorned their Ferrari caps.

“Oh hello…” you say softly as the giggled and shy asked for a picture you thought they were so cute and accepted the picture with them. You smiled and suddenly…

“Y/n please get back together with Charles!” one of the girls said as the other one agreed. You just followed along and smiled nodding.

“um well…we’ll see what happens okay?” you say keeping up with the little girls fantasies but older fans started to crowd around you hearing what you had said.

“are you here to get him back Y/n?” one fan asked as you stayed silent soon it was a full mob of questions and pictures without consent and a few mean comments yelled at you. Suddenly someone grabbed your wrist and feeling scared you try to pull away but it was Charles. He quickly pulled you to him covering your face from all the flashing and breaking through the crowd of people helping you to an emptier area.

That was going on the news in a few minutes. Finally in a quieter place you rushed in your bag taking out your inhaler. Anxiety had been building up on you more and more this days but nothing you couldn’t manage. You look up meeting those two eyes again, those eyes that you loved staring into and getting lost in them.

“Um…I got to go…thank you for…helping me” you say wanting to leave as quickly as possible but he moved his arm blocking your way as he slowly opened his mouth.

“wait…um I was wondering—“

“Charles!” a mechanic yelled making both of yours heads turn.

“Your race is starting you should go get ready” you said making a run for it into the bathroom, going into a stall you take a deep breath and try to process what had just happened. You didn’t want to feel like this crazy teenage girl but your heart was beating like crazy. After calming yourself down and fixing some of your makeup you return to Lily.

“Hey girl…woah you look like you saw some things” she said laughing handing me my headset.

“I…I did…starts with C”

“ends with S”

“most definitely”

“Oh god”

Telling the whole story to Lily had her giggling and fangirling over you two.

“Oh my god Lily be quiet…the race is starting we”ll talk about it later” you said putting your headset on watching as the race began. Charles was starting from 2nd and the start of the race had you so nervous.

Through half of the race within you, you were hoping that Charles could get the win but the power of Max’s Red Bull was making it difficult. You bit your lower lip gently, close to the end you cover your mouth worried when he had lost control of the car and was close to losing it all. You watch him get back but he was down to 3rd.

On the last lap he soon got his 2nd place back and finally crossed the finish line you smiled happily and wanted to run into his arms like old times but you soon realized that wasn’t going to happen anymore. Turning your head you see Lily already looking at you,

“W-what?” you asked nervously

“Congratulations on your man’s podium” she said giggling as you shushed her and noticed the cars of the top three parking as the drivers got out and ran to their teams. Your eyes then caught Charles, he looked so happy and you were too.

• • • •

You had left Lily and Kika to go party and explore Vegas with their boyfriends while you took a walk by the Forum Shops, looking at the pretty bags and dresses you were distracted when your phone started ringing.

Charles…

Why was he calling? I couldn’t really process what was going on or why would he be calling me at this time. As much as you tried to ignore the call your heart betrayed you and you swiped to accept the call.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Y/n? Thank god you answered we need you to come and grab Charles, he’s drunk and won’t stop talking about you…and no one can take him to his hotel at the moment…” You heard Carlos voice come from your phone as you widened your eyes.

“I…me? I…but why me? Call one of his—”

“Just this once Y/n…he could get in trouble for drinking too much” Carlos explained making you sighed.

“okay…where are you?” you asked starting to walk as he gave you the directions and hung up hurrying to that party.

After rushing through the casinos and finally arriving you saw Charles gambling as Carlos was next to him with Rebecca looking out for you.

When you got to him, you smiled at both of them and looked at Charles.

“Um…okay…is he staying in this hotel?” you asked grabbing his jacket.

“Yes, 37th floor, room 1586” Carlos said as you said goodbye to them and they wished you good luck, you approached Charles slowly grabbing his arm.

“Charles…stop we need to go…” you said pulling him away as he fought it.

“No! Just one more! I…Y/n?” he said quickly looking at you drinking another shot which you quickly took away.

You looked at him and started to walk him out soon he wrapped his arms around you resting his head on yours.

“Ah…Charles stop it you’re drunk…we need to get you to your room before anyone sees you like this” you say as he laughed and started rambling things that you didn’t quite understand, maybe french words.

Reaching the elevator, you walked Charles inside and pressed the button. Once the doors closed Charles placed more of his weight on you making you hug him from his waist, his eyes were half open but looked at you.

“Charles…”

“Shhh…god I was so dumb you know?” he said softly as his hand slowly touched your soft curls. You tried to not fall for his touch and turned your head away letting go off him as he fell on the floor making you gasps.

“Oh my god! Charles get up!” you say grabbing his hand but he only sat down with his eyes closed. As the elevator stopped the doors opened and revealed an elderly couple.

It was a miracle they didn’t seem to recognize the famous Charles Leclerc drunk on the floor with Y/n L/n trying to pick him up. He leaned on you and you struggled to get him out, apologizing to the elderly couple you walked out into the hallway and Charles moved away stumbling through the hallway.

“I can’t believe Y/n is taking me to my room…god…” he mumbled reaching to his door almost falling.

“Charles do you have your room key?” you say looking in his jacket but he got closer looking at you. You look up and his breath hit your lips.

“Charles…we—”

“Can you stay with me tonight?” he asked softly slowly cupping your cheek with his hand, it was cold.

“Um…I don’t know…please just tell me where your key is…” you say sighing “god I’m sorry for this” you whispered as you stick your hand into his pant pocket and took out his wallet looking through.

“got it…” you say opening the door helping him inside to his bed, letting him fall on it he pulled you down with him by your waist, squealing softly you look at him in shock his eyes were closed and your were panting for air.

“Fuck…you’re so heavy…” you say getting up pushing your hair back and started to fix his stuff before going to him taking his shoes off and grabbed a blanket putting it on him.

This was so bad, you shouldn’t be here with him. Tomorrow he won’t remember anything and this might’ve been a mistake, as you thought all this you found yourself seating on his bed watching him sleep. You gently move some of his hair off his face and gently brushed your thumb over his eyebrow admiring his features.

“why do you do this to me?” you whispered glancing at his soft pink lips shaking your head not wanting to fall into temptation. Yes you missed him but you wouldn’t kiss him just like that. Getting up, Charles grabbed your hand and you fell back to the bed, next to him facing him.

“my head hurts…” he whined softly looking at you with half open eyes and your hand slowly touched his cheek feeling his facial hair against your soft palm you felt him move closer.

“come back to me Y/n…I was so stupid…I…I miss you more everyday…”

his words reached to your heart and you didn’t know what to do. Your heart went crazy but you wanted to fight it and not fall so easily.

“I can get some soup tomorrow for your headache”

“Y/n listen…I can’t live without you…” he said meeting your eyes, as you kept changing the subject he pulled you close and shut you up with his lips on yours. You started to push on his chest and fight him, but his strength was much stronger than yours as he held your hands to the side he deepened the kiss, to which you gave in, returning the kiss and closing your eyes, he moved your arms around his neck and his hand slid down your arms to your waist, seeing him starting to reach for the hem of your shirt you stopped him.

“Charles…no…not yet…you’re drunk and…we don’t know if you actually…have consciousness for this” you say sitting up.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep…” you say getting him to lay down again, but you sat down on the couch trying to forget about what had just happened and what could have happened.

• • • •

Little did you know you didn’t leave the room last night. Charles woke up, rubbing his face gently he looked around the room trying to make out what happened. Until his eyes widened seeing your small frame on the couch in an uncomfortable position. Getting up quickly he picked you up slightly laying you down making sure to not wake you up he placed the blanket on your cold body.

“god Y/n…what are you doing here?” he whispered to himself groaning softly at his headache starting to kick in.

Your phone rung and he quickly grabbed it putting it on silent. But he couldn’t help and read the texts from last night and the most recent ones, even though he tried to not get into your private life.

Kika 🩷

3:07 am

- what do you mean he kissed you??

- he wanted to fuck??? OMG—

8:47 am

- did it happen??? 😏

- girl answer!!!

Lily 💙

9:00 am

- wake up Y/n!

- Alex told me what happened last night!

- Are you w Charles rn??? OMG 😏

- You better explain!!

Charles eyes were widened and he didn’t know what to do. He saw you move and quickly put back your phone.

“Charles…what? Oh my god” you mumble realizing you had fallen asleep. Apologizing you start getting up but he held you down.

“no no please…I…I’m so sorry I must have given you problems last night…I don’t remember much but…um” he said his mind drifting off to the text messages he had just read.

“no! I mean…um Carlos called me to come get you…so I…I guess I got myself in this…” you say massaging your neck from the uncomfortable position you had slept in.

“I have to go through um…I would get some warm chicken noodles soup for the headache and it’s nice for the cool weather” you say smiling at him trying to make this situation less awkward.

Reaching the door handle his voice said your name making you turn around.

“Y/n…”

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❤️ There will be a part 2!!! ❤️

[pepsiboyy]

Could you do one where the boys are on a tour (in Australia maybe😏) and the reader gets like a backstage pass for her and he bff and reader is talking to Chris in the meet greet(earlier cause of the pass) and Chris seems to take interest in her so he slips his number in her pocket and she eventually finds and called the number confused and he picks it up and then after awhile of them talking back and forth Chris asks her out and they start dating blah blah blah (sorry for the in Australia maybe lol I just want them to do a tour here so I can meet em)

SAVE MY NUMBER.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: the triplets are finally having an abroad tour and the reader purchased vip tickets with their best friend to meet them. what happens when she finds a stray set of numbers on her postcard when she gets back to the hotel? warnings: cursing, use of y/n!! a/n: thank u for the request love <3 i hope this is awesome sauce !! i tried so hard to make this enjoyable LOLL but i think it may have come out ok!! <3 lowercase intentional !!

my fingers anxiously picked at my shoes with one hand as my other hand scrolled through instagram.

"come on, y/n, aren't you excited!?" my best friend, harper, exclaimed as she gripped my shoulder and shook me rapidly.

with a soft nod and a small chuckle, i nodded as i locked my phone and let it fall into my lap. "of course i am. i'm just tired of sitting here."

we had been sitting in the sun on the side of the venue in line for the last hour and a half. it was that point in the day where the sun was beating directly onto us.

i had managed to get my best friend and i some tickets to the triplets' tour with the meet and greet pass. counting down the days was grueling, but we finally made it and the hardest part was now. waiting outside to be let into the building.

"it'll be worth it. who even cares?"

i nodded softly as i looked her up and down. she was decked out in purple, some purple stars drawn on her cheeks under her eyes and some purple cargo pants with a let's trip tee and some white air forces.

i, personally, was drowning in orange. with an orange crop top and deep gray ripped jeans, my outfit was topped off with orange nike high top dunks and an orange belt. my friend had helped me out with the orange stars, mine on the opposite side from harper's.

"y/n, the line is moving!"

i turned my head to harper, being ripped from my thoughts before quickly standing to my feet and moving up in line.

the line moved slow, but it was something.

we still had a long way to go.

-

the line for the meet and greet felt like it was forever, but as we got closer, i felt like no time had passed at all. i could see them every once in a while through the lit cloth between the line and the boys, and my eyes shifted to harper. "dude, we're almost there." i chuckled, trying to keep myself as calm as possible as harper made noises i didn't even know were humanly possible.

"y/n, i don't know what to do or say, i think i might shit myself."

i slammed a hand over harper's mouth and let out a cackle, shaking my head. "shh, say that less loud." i scoffed and before i knew it, harper was next in line.

my hands toyed with the orange belt that helped my jeans hug my hips, my eyes glued in front of me as i watched the three boys.

the three boys i watched at first every once in a while when they appeared on my for you page, but i quickly became a huge supporter of the triplets, and they were somewhat a coping mechanism for me when things were hard.

and now i'm meeting them.

"next!"

i shot harper a smile and tapped her shoulder. "you got it!" i smiled brightly and waved as she approached matt.

i felt a lump develop in my throat. this was bad.

it wasn't a crying lump, but an anxious lump. unfortunately, when i get nervous, i can't help but ramble and yap.

"next!"

no way time flew by that fast. as i approached matt, i swallowed and smiled brightly as i felt like each step that i took was in slow motion.

matt's arms opened and i quickly stepped towards him and hugged him tightly. "hi, matt," i breathed, taking a deep breath as the reality of the situation began to settle.

"what's your name?" he asked softly, picking up his photo and signing it quickly.

"oh, it's y/n," i breathed, the smile on my face so wild you could have probably found me in a horror movie.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i hope we haven't kept you waiting too long?" he questioned, and i quickly shook my head.

"i'm just happy you guys are here," i breathed and smiled brightly at him before my expression fell. "oh my god a picture-" i scrambled to reach and get my phone from my back pocket, opening my camera and lifting it up.

two bright smiles later, matt pulled me into one more hug and smiled brightly, while i wished him luck on the rest of the tour.

i turned to see nick and smiled brightly, pulling him into a deep hug. i always had a theory that nick gave the best hugs of the three. so far, my theory was correct.

"hi, friend!" nick cheered, signing his card and smiling at me. "your star makeup is so cute, your friend had the same thing, no?"

i smiled brightly and nodded, biting my lip. "yeah, she did them for me actually! she's the best." i smiled and pulled out my phone.

"i'm so glad you guys could come." he stated as he wrapped an arm around me and held up a thumbs up in the camera.

i smiled brightly as i pulled away and gave him one last hug. "you guys are amazing. i just thought you should know, i'm proud of you guys. good luck tonight!" i told nick as i pulled from the hug. nick shot me a soft and quick thank you as i was rushed off to the final triplet.

christopher sturniolo.

i felt my entire being crumble the moment i took a few steps forward.

of course, i loved all three of the triplets with everything i had.

but chris.. i related to him in many ways and always found my eyes gravitating to him while watching their videos. he's a silly guy, and it doesn't help that i find him insanely attractive between the three.

"you in there?"

my eyes shot to chris as i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.

i literally just spaced out in front of chris, who waved his hand in front of me to snap me out of my trance.

not to mention i'm decked out in his color.

"hi!" i squeaked, and he pulled me into a hug.

i bit my lip as i hugged him tightly, taking a deep breath.

the hug lasted for a little longer than needed, but i wasn't complaining.

not sure if it's because it's chris or not, but i think nick has some competition for best hug.

"i like your outfit," chris stated softly as he pulled away from the hug. i smiled brightly at him, and i couldn't tell if i was gaslighting myself or if he licked his lips while looking at my orange self.

"thanks, i don't really wear much orange," i stated and i felt my face heat up.

"it's definitely your color more than it is mine. consider wearing it more often?" he asked, writing on the card and pausing before deciding to hand it to me. "wanna take a selfie?"

i nodded quickly and shakily took out my phone and began to raise it, but chris carefully took it from my hands and raised it himself, wrapping his other arm around my shoulders softly.

he took about four photos and handed me the phone back.

after signing the card, taking a little longer than usual, he looked me up and down one more time.

we stood there for a few moments, simply looking at each other and i noticed my friend waving at me from behind chris, about ten feet away.

"you're gonna do great tonight," i quickly said to him, and he simply smiled at me and nodded, running his fingers through his hair to adjust his bangs.

holy fuck, this guy isn't real.

"i'll do great because you came. thanks for coming." he stated softly, and brought me into a tight hug.

i bit my lip hard as i hugged him back, taking in a deep breath.

-

the night went incredibly well. the show was enjoyable with the games they all played, and i told harper about the interaction i had with chris.

harper was in the shower. i had just gotten out, my pajama pants and small black tshirt hugging my body perfectly as i laid against my bed in the hotel.

i turned to the postcards, smiling brightly as i took them into my hands and admired them. i turned them in the light to look at the layered marker, holding them towards the lamp. as i got to chris's, i noticed some writing on the back through the light and my heart jumped out of my chest.

i threw myself up off the mattress and flipped the postcard over, feeling my heartrate pick up at the phone number written against the back.

"dude, the shampoo in there is awesome. you weren't kidding." harper stated as she dried her hair in a towel as she sat in front of me, also in her pajamas. "you okay?"

i looked at her and slowly held up the card, pointing at the number.

"holy fuck, is that..?" harper trailed off, and i bit my lip.

"oh my god, i need to call it." i stated as i searched for my phone under the comforter, quickly retrieving it and dialing the number.

i put my phone on speaker as i looked at harper, my leg bouncing anxiously.

"hello?"

my heart sank.

"h- hello?"

i mentally cursed at myself for stuttering.

"who is this?"

"uhh, it's y/n, i found this number on the back of my postcard-" i was quickly cut off.

"y/n!" he cheered. "it's chris."

"are you fucking for real?" i whispered, biting my lip.

"yes ma'am." he chuckled, and i shook my head. there's no way this is fucking happening right now.

"i know it's late and you guys probably have jet lag, so i'm sorry, but i just found it-"

"it's fine, really, i was running fortnite with matt." he stated quickly, cutting me off.

i snorted. it made sense.

"well, get a victory royale ok?"

"for you, i will. save my number, i'll text you." chris stated, and i looked at harper who was in utter shock.

"right, yeah i will." i stated quickly, and hung up afterwards.

silence overcame harper and i before i bit my lip and we both screamed at the top of our lungs at the same time.

there was no way this was real.

-

my eyes were beginning to shut as the video of the triplets from a few weeks ago seemed to be watching me.

i turned to harper, who had fallen asleep a little while ago and blinked a few times when my phone vibrated and chris's name appeared on my screen.

a bright smile took over my face as i began texting him, and my night was made even more. somehow.

[critterbitter]

HELLO HI ID LIKE TO ASK WHAT PROGRAM AND BRUSHES YOU USE CUZ IM LITTERALY EXPLODING EVERYTIME I SEE YOUR ART

actually actually... *pulls out whole stack of paper*...I have. a FEW,, a good few,, questions to ask. they are not many I swear 😇

OK SO FIRST OF ALL HOW DO YOU DRAW SO FAST???? everyday I log onto Tumblr I always see something new from you and I get very very happy. But then I start to question my own existence because not even I CAN SPEED RUN ART LIKE THAT. AND SO SPECTACULARLY TOO

Last question! how do you color and make it look so well?? just. How. I need to know. This is a CRY FOR HE-

anyway thank you for being one of my favorite artists that always feed my brain rot, pls keep making amazing art because like a little yamper I will follow behind and stay updated.

(Stands there)

Response and thoughts under cut!

First question! What art program I use!

Mostly procreate, along with a handful of brushes! (Specifically the Jing Set and some custom stuff, which is really just a circle brush with the shape changed to a square.)

Second question! How do i draw so much!

Okay so. I am. Ahhah. Unemployed,,,,? No, I do freelance illustration, but hmm. A studio job would be nice.

i graduated college last year and I’m very used to eight hour art shifts. The body sort of remembers to keep working, even though I no longer have storyboards or visdev homework to do.

Also. The hyperfixation is a deep vast tunnel I STILL have not seen the end of the light to, good golly. (I have dreams now about the kids committing shenanigan crimes. I wake up in cold sweat and write them down in a journal. It’s like being the mouthpiece to an angry god.)

So the overall gist is: I was trained to be a storyboard artist with a visdev background, and I’m using that higher education to draw funny muppets because my brain’s funny.

I also DO have a queue, and I’ve been treating this as a sort of inktober project. I am definitely going to slow down soon though! Maybe. Hopefully. Ah… (sheepishly drops my kofi here)

Third question! How do i color!

I. I, uh. I dont know man the coloring demons have a grip on my soul and i just go along for the ride. But also, if it helps, i prefer to limit my pallets to only a few colors at a time. Lighting is king, so if you can figure out if you want to focus on either on your lights or shadows, you’ll have a much easier time composing. That, and symbolic colors— idk, something hits different about art drenched in gold with a tiny hint of a man staring into the blinding horizon, or a green leafy environment with a single dot of artificial red. I also like using blue and purple for shadows, and I’m a big fan of muting colors with only one or two that pop— one of the reasons why I was so attracted to submas in the first place is because from a design aesthetic, they’re both super funny muppet men AND really cool train guys that have a limited pallet and thematic apparel.

Overall response! THANK YOU SO MUCH. This goes out to a BUNCH of people who sent me inbox queries— sorry for not responding, it’s a tad overwhelming because some of them are story questions even I don’t really know will go yet, and others are words of praise and I’m selfish and like scrolling through the inbox to look at them when I feel down. I am more of an artist who sits in the corner and sprouts like a potato rather then a branching vine who socializes, but I really do see people’s responses and they make me go :)))))

Okay ramble over. Thanks for coming to the soapbox, and good luck on creating!

[87kelce]

—can we please get back to loving?

summary: you knew the term exclusive was never something travis would ever use when it comes to your relationship. but you seemed to be the only one he called when he wanted someone around.

warnings: angst, smut (18+ only, no minors), arguments, slow sex, riding, pussy eating, spooning

word count: 2660

notes: title taken from the song written all over your face by louis tomlinson. not proofread so if there's any mistakes i apologise. again likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶

You never seemed to get a moments peace at night anymore. You knew better than to answer his calls, however the majority of the time, he was already waiting outside to be let in. But you just couldn't deny how good the sex was. He's barely doing anything and you're coming undone beneath him every time, his soft lips and wandering hands doing wonders on your body.

But then there were times he called and it wasn't for sex. He'd maybe just lost a game and he needs a pick me up, so he calls you. You talk for hours until he hears you yawning and then he thanks you for calming him down and tells you to get some rest. He also apologises for rambling on and keeping you awake for so long, but you tell him it's fine and you'd rather sit up and talk to him if it meant he was ok. You're always worried about him after a loss, he always blames himself for not doing enough and it hurts you that he feels that way.

Then you invited yourself over to his place one day, and he gladly let you in. You knew he had a game the next day so there was no chance of having sex, but at least you could help him focus on the game. He seemed to be in a good mood—he was making you laugh, you were watching TV together and you, slowly but surely, were falling for him. You were falling for the way his eyes practically disappeared when he laughed, falling for the way he always looked at you like you were the only thing in the room, falling for the way he kissed you softly and gently, falling for the way he felt so comfortable around you all the time.

But it was never exclusive, you knew he didn't want that. You were just there for a hook up and to hang out sometimes. If you didn't stop the whole ordeal, you were afraid you might get too attached and he won't reciprocate those same feelings. So you started ignoring his calls, and when he'd text you and ask what's wrong, you make up lies.

I'm too tired. I'm not feeling great. I've got friends over.

But he knew you better than that. After the third excuse he just invited himself over, making up his own excuse of I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And you knew better than to invite him in. But now he's on your couch, flicking through the channels on your TV, completely making himself at home.

"Why didn't you want to be exclusive with me?"

"Hm?"

Travis turned to face you, eyebrows raised. He clearly hadn't heard you, too focused on the TV and you just sighed.

"Why didn't you want to be exclusive with me?"

"Let's not discuss that.. I don't want to start a fight."

"Was I the only girl you were seeing?"

"Don't.."

"I want you to be honest with me."

He sighed, switching off the TV and getting up, walking to the kitchen. He opened your fridge and grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip before coming back to the couch. But he didn't say anything, just sat there in silence before he took his phone out and started scrolling through it.

"Travis.."

"I'm just.. I don't know."

"Is it me? Is it something I've done?"

"No."

You just sighed, getting up and going to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you and flopping onto your bed, crying into your pillow. He's like a completely different person now, compared to the person he was last week, laughing with you on the phone and being so sweet and kind to you. You're just waiting and hoping he knocks on your door, apologises and sweeps you off your feet again, like a knight in shining armour. But you're pretty sure he couldn't care less, and honestly, you're not even sure why he invited himself over in the first place. If he was worried about you, he could've called. You don't know why he was so adamant about being here with you, but not actually being with you.

After one of his games, he gave you an old jersey and you still kept it under your pillow, claiming it helped you sleep better. You reached under and grabbed it, bunching it up and cuddling it. Maybe if you hadn't tried to push him away, he might still be the nice Travis you knew two weeks ago. You kept blaming yourself, putting yourself at fault for everything between you and him, until a knock at your door startled you. You wiped your eyes, getting up and opening it.

"You okay? I was gonna check on you when you slammed the door but.. thought I'd give you some space."

"I'm fine, you can go home if you want."

"That movie you like is on, wanna watch it?"

"Just.. go home."

"I can't go home, not when you're like this."

"I said I'm fine."

"You're not."

He's being pushy but he needs to be, he needs to get you to admit that you're not okay. He knows you better than yourself sometimes and you just roll your eyes, pushing past him to sit on the couch, watching the movie starting. He threw his head back and sighed, but just as he tilted his head back and went to turn and follow you, he noticed the jersey. He remembers giving it to you, smiling when you immediately put it on and twirled round in it. Truthfully, although he won't admit it, that was the first moment he fell in love with you.

He walks into your room, grabbing the jersey before going back to sit with you on the couch. He just throws it down on the middle section of the couch, before sitting down and turning to look at you.

"You keep it on your bed?"

"Under my pillow.."

He just smiled, still watching you until you smiled back at him. He was almost magnetic, pulling you right back into him whenever he could. You let him in so easily and you know you shouldn't.

But then he's pulling you onto his lap, his mouth on your neck, lips soft against your skin. Your hands move up to the back of his neck, fingers scratching gently at the nape of his neck.

"Trav.."

"Shh.. feels good right?"

You just nodded, eyes closing shut.

"Then let it happen.."

As you pulled back slightly, his head tilted, lips moving to the other side of your neck. You felt like you were spinning, feeling all dizzy when he kissed you, ultimately making you forget you were mad at him in the first place. Then you remember he has practice again tomorrow, and it's important.

"We can't do this.. not tonight."

He ignores you at first, kissing along your collarbone and you have to push yourself away from him so he looks up at you.

"Listen to me.. we can't do this.."

"You still mad at me?"

"No, but you have practice again tomorrow."

He just sighs, hands fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. It then hits you that he probably came here just to have sex, his excuse of making sure you were okay was just a lie. You push off him completely, sliding to sit next to him on the couch. But one of his hands is still on your waist, thumb circling gently on your skin.

"I need you to be genuinely honest with me, okay?"

"Okay.."

"Did you come over here for just a hookup?"

"No. You just.. kept avoiding me and I wanted to make sure you were alright."

You stood up from the couch, starting to pace around the room. Sure, he's cared about you but you just can't seem to figure out why he came over to make sure you were alright. He always just calls you, talking your ear off for hours on end and making you laugh to forget about why you were ever upset in the first place.

"I can't keep just having sex. But you don't want to be exclusive with me."

"You want the truth?"

"Please."

"I think you're so fucking cool. I get so happy when you answer my calls, those conversations we have are the one thing I look forward to on my off days. I push all these feelings down because I'm fucking terrified, my work is hectic and I.. I just don't want you to get overwhelmed by it all."

He had sat up now, head facing the ground after he spoke. You slowly sat down, one of your hands reaching for his.

"I remember giving you that jersey.. the way you got all giddy and excited when you put it on. I.."

You squeezed his hand gently and he turned his head to look at you. Then he sat back and once again, pulled you into his lap.

"Ever since then.. I can't stop thinking about you. It's just.. the travelling for away games, you wouldn't be with me for a few days and—"

"Trav.."

He looked into your eyes, feeling your hands cup his cheeks.

"I can handle a few days without you every so often.."

"Are you sure?"

You just smiled, kissing his forehead.

"I'm sure."

You let go of his face as he pulled you in against him, his forehead resting against the side of your neck. Everything felt so heavy with him before, but you didn't know that it was all on him. You had doubts that if you told him how you felt, that he wouldn't reciprocate those same feelings. There was no way you could've predicted him actually being in love with you. Especially with the sex, but now, as he moved his head back and kissed you softly on your neck, he could be sweet and gentle with you.

He moved his hands to your waist, shuffling forward on the couch before standing up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Walking you to the bedroom, you dropped your head to his shoulder, tilting your head to kiss the side of his neck. You unwrapped your legs from his waist when you felt the bed dip beneath you as he lay you down. One of his hands fumbled with your shorts as the other bunched your shirt up, his fingers brushing over your nipple, making you gasp slightly.

His head was resting against your stomach, lips leaving lingering kisses all over your skin, and you couldn't help but watch him, eyes closed and savouring every moment with you. He had managed to wiggle your shorts and underwear off, and now his mouth was kissing the inside of your thighs. You were still looking down at him when he flashed his eyes up at you, his mouth hovering over your core. He moved your left leg over his shoulder, while he pushed at the back of your thigh on your right leg, keeping it open. The hand that wasn't holding your leg open, wrapped around your other leg, trying to keep you in place while he buried his head between your legs. He could feel you squirming underneath him and almost anticipated your movements, his head moving in time with you.

You threw your head back when he delved his tongue inside, mouth still attached to your folds. Again, he flashed his eyes up at you, grinning when he saw you slightly arch your back up off the sheets. He licked through your folds a couple more times, before you reached one hand down, pushing against his forehead.

"Trav.. please.. too much.."

But he didn't stop, he just pushed his tongue deeper, licking faster, your whines and moans only egging him on further. But just as he knew you were close, he pulled away, reaching down and wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. He then shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up in between your legs.

"You close?"

"Mmph.. mmhm.."

You slowly opened your eyes, watching him walk round the bed, before sitting down and patting his thighs. You slowly turned over, crawling up the bed and swinging your leg over his thighs. When his hands found your waist, he smiled up at you, brushing your hair out your face.

"There's my girl.."

You just blushed, lowering yourself down and hiding your face in his neck.

"Does my girl wanna come?"

"Please?"

He reached behind you and pulled at his shorts, dragging them off. He returned his focus to you, realising still how sensitive you already were and started to move his hands up and down your sides, squeezing gently and almost trying to massage you. While his hands were occupied, you lifted yourself onto your knees slightly, reaching down between both your bodies and adjusting yourself onto him, sinking down and sighing into his shoulder when he was fully inside.

"Take it easy, baby.. nice and slow."

You were feeling so overwhelmed that you couldn't move much, rather just grinding against him. His hands on your waist made you move, lifting you off him slightly before pushing you back down. His lips were kissing your neck, softly and sweetly, and you could feel him smiling against your skin.

Since he had basically eaten you out to almost orgasm earlier, it didn't take long before you let go against him, mumbling out that you were close.

"Let go.. I got you.."

You sighed out in relief, legs slightly trembling around him as he shh'd and cooed at you. He gave you a few languid thrusts himself to ride you through it and over it, before you felt him grunt in your ear. He was close and although you were still sensitive and still coming down from your own high, you wanted to help him get to his. Grinding your hips down onto him, he threw his head back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut and his mouth open.

"Unless you want me to come inside you, you better get off my dick.."

You pulled off him and heard him sigh against your neck, dropping his head back to your shoulder. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a tissue, cleaning himself up. You then slid off him, laying down on the bed, feeling him drag his shorts back on before laying down behind you, arm wrapping around your waist.

"I hate when we fight.."

"I know, baby.. but if we hadn't had that fight, I wouldn't have realised what a dick I was being and wouldn't have told you how I feel about you. I could've just left when you told me to leave.."

"I'm glad you didn't.."

He just smiled and kissed your shoulder, before nuzzling his forehead against it.

"Now.. you gotta sleep, you have practice tomorrow.. and I don't think Reid will let you turn up late.. again.."

He just laughed, kissing your shoulder again before resting his head into the pillow. You felt his hand play with the hem of your t-shirt for a while before he stopped and you knew he'd drifted off to sleep. You stayed awake for a while after that, unable to think about anything except Travis. Eventually your eyes fluttered closed and you drifted off to sleep, warmed by his arm around your stomach.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Imagine how double heartbreaking it would be for the Noodle Gang + Macaque to watch the memories of how Wukong finds and then takes the stone egg back to his hut. The Monkey King had no way of knowing what this mysterious egg is or what creature will come out of it. Yet, he loved it immediately regardless and took it in. He would keep it clean, swaddle in blankets and pillows during cold nights. Sing and talk to it, telling it "I can't wait to get to know you once you get here!" Like a parent talking to a baby still in the safety of their mother's womb.

He was so excited, and gentle. A complete juxtaposition to how Peaches thought/feared his past self to be like. Peaches only had stories to go off of, as well as the biased perceptives of his past enemies. As he "grew up" under the care of Dadsy and Papa Tang, the Monkey King seem like such a distant figure that his baby brother was obsessed with, but he personally didn't worry about. Like, yeah, folklore figures do messed up stuff but those are all legends. No big.

Even if he never admitted it out loud, he had this fear in the back of his mind. That his past self truly was bad, a monster. All the people who knew the Monkey King personally are all unreliable narrators, so that didn't help his anxiety. And perhaps, he was scared, and maybe even unwilling to gain his memories back.

Because what if he becomes that person again. And loses his identity as Peaches. He loves being Peaches. He loves his family. What if gaining back his memories means he loses that loving family?

Prev.

All of this! ^

btw shout out to @soniclozdplove cus we be busting this au out in the dms

Peaches sees so many of his worries about "old him" get tackled inside the Scroll.

Because although Sun Wukong was hesitant to share his issues with others, he shared them with The Egg.

Wukong, watching the Egg: "You know I've been wondering... would you even like me if you knew who I was? I have done some stupid stuff in my life. I don't want any of that to affect you." Stone Egg: (*silent. Tiny brief pulse of magic glows from within*) Wukong, climbing up to curl around it: "You're right. I shouldn't let my past control my future. And you are my future." Wukong: (*rubs face against Egg affectionately*) Wukong: "I've been thinking about names recently. It's a big decision. The Stalwarts gave me my first, and Subodhi my second, and Macaque well... I've already told you how many he gave me-" Stone Egg: (*makes an almost annoyed "kick" of energy*) Wukong, laughing: "Ok, ok! I won't go off on a tangent like last time. Just know that *Peaches* is already taken, so you can't have it. Let's see..." Wukong, thinking hard: "There's one name I think would be perfect, but I want to run it by you first. I focused so much in trying to secure Heaven for my loved ones that I failed to see the Heaven before me... wish I had known that back then so you could have met him..." Wukong, wipes tear from eye: "So! How do you feel about Xiaotian?" Stone Egg: (*pulses happily*) Wukong, fond smile: "I knew you'd like it. My Little Heaven. I can't wait for you to get here. This world is so beautiful, I want to share every piece of it with you. Nothing matters more to me than that." Stone Egg: (*humming pulse of magic*) Wukong: "You're right, I'm getting sappy again... I love you, bud."

The Noodle fam stare wide-eyed at how the Monkey King had dubbed the Stone Egg the same name Peaches would suggest for his baby brother - the name MK was legally known by. How he treated the mystery egg as softly as one would a newborn baby.

The scene turns to the raging king ready to rip the Not-Mayor limb from limb - the Stone Egg held precariously in the Thrall's hand.

How the memory-stealing soup had been forced down the King's throat, the Monkey King distracted by the sounds of the egg's shell cracking prematurely.

And how he made good on his threats to the Thrall the second he heard the first cry of a newborn monkey.

How even with his memories failing; how he crawled over to shield the baby from the rain, cooing in-between worried calls for his long-lost friends and beloved.

Wukong, golden eyes streaked with tears: "Mihou! Please don't let me forget my Yuèhuā! Please! Yuèhuā!"

Macaque gasp at those words. To think he'd believed his mate willingly forgot him when the names he'd given him were the last on his lips?

The family sees how the Monkey King's last act of lucidity was to rip the royal cape from his back and wrap the little one in the red fabric. His golden eyes scanning the horizon for familiar souls.

When his mental slate had cleared, he immediately held the baby close and wandered for hours looking for someone in the direction his gold vision pointed him.

How the monkey demon suddenly paused on the road like a deer in literal headlights as a delivery truck hit the brakes to avoid collision. And how Peaches seemed to recognise the spirit of the driver before him...

Pigsy, getting out of truck: "The Diyu are you doing in the middle of the road, kid? You trying you get yourself killed?!" Peaches: (*scared/hopeful monkey noises*) Pigsy, expression softening as he inspects them: "Wait... are you... gods you're hurt. Do you got anywhere to go?" Peaches: (*thinks hard and looks down at baby in his arms, cooing sadly*) Pigsy, trying to hide worry: "Crap... look, I got a place nearby. You and the little guy need to get out of this rain and get some warm food into ya. Then we can figure... whatever the hell this is about." Peaches: (*hoots happily, following the pig man to the truck, limping from an earlier injury.*)

The memory ends, leaving the Scroll's explorers inside a vision of Pigsy's restaurant.

The memories of thousands of warm mornings and hugs, and meals rush past them. Bright and happy and oh so normal.

Sun Wukong fought for centuries to give young demons the chance to live amongst humans and celestials as equals. And that effort was not in vain as Peaches and MK grew to experience a rich childhood impossible for demons of the King's time.

So many happy memories are playing all around them that the Noodle Family are able to slow down and get a look at one another.

Peaches can't stop crying as he turns to his little brother, someone he'd thought he'd never even consider if he had kept his memories. Memories of a Him that he'd feared was an unfeeling monster. Regained memories showing a side of Sun Wukong that Peaches had not considered - that he had always been the sweet, shy, nerdy, family-driven monkey he was now.

And that he had loved his family from even before the start.

MK can't stop crying either as he slams into his big brother in a mortal-crushing hug. He had feared that Peaches wouldn't care for him if he could remember being the Monkey King. But now he had seen his goofy bog brother singing and caring for him long before MK had ever been born. That the song the Monkey King sang to the Stone Egg was the same one Peaches sang to MK when he was a baby.

Following after them is their parents, the two souls that raised them into the happy demons they are today. Turning to Pigsy and Tang, he asks something thats been plaguing him for a long time.

Peaches/Wukong: "Am I... can I still call you guys baba and dadsy?" Pigsy and Tang: (*pull their son closer to them, both teary-eyed*) Pigsy, looking Wukong in the face: "Kid, immortal monkey superhero or nothing, you're my son. My stubborn, brilliant, son who'd do anything for his family. I am proud to be your and your little brother's father." Tang, unintelligible blubbering: "I can't believe you still want to be ours! You're so wonderful! I thought you would have abandoned us after you learned who you were!" (*blows nose into tissue*) Peaches/Wukong, also blubbering: "I would never leave you! I love you guys so much!!"

Both sons and their fathers join together in tight hug. Not even godhood or the powers of the Underworld could tear them apart.

To the sidelines of this sweet scene is a shadow monkey feeling conflicted

Macaque hesitates. Although his heart ached from seeing how much Wukong still thought about and grieved for him, he still hurt him terribly. Peaches is a good man, why would he have anything to-

Peaches extends his hand out towards Macaque.

Peaches/Wukong, smiling in a painfully familiar way: "My beautiful Yuèhuā. I'm sorry I made you wait so long."

Macaque leaps forward to grasp the open hand in his own. The mated pair rub their faces against one another, cooing and chirping as they did as young loves without a care in the three realms. Regaining his memories did not quench the love in Peaches's heart, but set it aflame with the love Wukong had fostered for his lost mate for thousands of years.

Their relationship is not fully repaired no, but healing - and thats all they can hope for.

MK's indignant *chirp!* Interrupts the lovebirds' song. He empathetically points at the cracks in the universe, averting his gaze from the sappy pair.

So much joyous crying and hugging had taken place that they need to be reminded that there's still a world to save and a Lion's butt to kick.

[myfictionaldreams]

Omg, could you do a challenge like reader see's a challenge on tiktok ,, no kissing" and she doesn't kiss and avoids kissing Steve. Steve gets annoyed and ask her whats wrong and at the end of the day they do cuddles and fluff and smut

This started as a drabble and ended up taking a life of its own.

tags: 18+ readers only, smut, slight angst, teasing, begging, sad boy steve, overstimulation, edging, crying because of mean!dom steve, aftercare

You thought it would be easy not being able to kiss Steve for a few hours and it was only a silly little TikTok challenge that had you laughing as you scrolled through the tag on the app watching other people's attempts.

You even contemplated involving Bucky but then it would be too much work so you just kept it to yourself, deciding to start whilst at the office. It didn’t help matters that you were wearing Steve’s favourite dress so his eyes seemed to be constantly glued to your exposed legs and pushed-up breasts. Ok, maybe you were playing up to the challenge and wanting to look as irresistible as possible to the mafia boss but then he always explained that you could be wearing a plastic bag and he would still find you captivating.

Sitting in your little lounger to the side of the office, you hide your phone camera and wait. Like clockwork, two minutes of glances was all it took for Steve to stand tall from his desk and walk over, squatting in front of you and taking the book you were pretending to read from your grasp. His face inched towards yours and you almost forgot about the challenge as you craved to meet him in the middle but in the last second, you turned your head.

“I was reading that”, you say innocently, plucking the book back and beginning to read. Steve frowned, trying to think back to the thousands of times the two of you had kissed and if you’d ever avoided him and came up empty. Maybe you were just distracted he decided and kissed your temple and moved back to his seat looking like a puppy with his tail between his legs.

He wasn’t the only one who was suspicious as you caught eye contact with Bucky who was squinting his eyes at you in confusion. You shrugged your shoulders and continued reading.

This all happened once more half an hour later as you stood and approached Steve, arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck to take his attention from the screen. Immediately his hands settled on your waste as he pulled you onto his lap. Steve dipped his face towards your lips and you turned in the last moment so he kissed your cheek.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt or annoyed, he wanted to feel your lips against his, why were you denying him? Had he done something wrong, he thought.

“Doing what?”, was your nonchalant response as you continued to act as normal.

Steve leaned in again, his hand on your chin to try and keep you in place and now the only way you could escape was by standing and announcing that you were going to the toilet. However, on your way past Steve, he grabbed your arm, his fingers on your chin just like Steve’s and you didn’t shy away from the kiss which only made him more confused as you walked off. You actually did have to use the bathroom so you weren’t lying. As you exited though, you were greeted by your other boyfriend, standing with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

“You sent me this TikTok two weeks ago, I know your little game”, he informed you, your rouse already up.

“Please don’t say anything to Steve, I want to see how far I can take him before he snaps”.

Bucky stepped forward, towering over you as he contemplated for a moment. “You know he’s going crazy in there right? I don’t think it’s getting the desired effect you were hoping for, he looks more upset than anything. He thinks he’s done something to upset you”.

A sinking feeling came over your heart as you felt bad that he felt like he’d done something wrong. Maybe you would go and tell him about the trend but then again… it had only been an hour, you could always make it up to him later.

“I won’t do it for much longer, I promise just please go along with it Buckaroo”, you begged, fluttering your eyelashes up at him until he succumbed and pecked your lips.

Back in the room, Steve’s eyes followed you as you now sat at the main desk with your book, flicking through the pages and feeling his eyes burn a hole into your body.

30 seconds. 30 whole seconds ticked by and Steve was out of his chair, dropping to his knees as he moved yours back until you were looking down at him.

“What did I do? Please talk to me, what can I do to fix it?” Steve begged sincerely. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you reached to cup his cheek, instincts taking over to care for him.

“Nothing Steve, you’ve done nothing wrong, I promise”, you tried to reassure him.

“Then kiss me baby”, he implored, his hands settling on the outside of your thighs.

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek and moved back again to see him frown.

It was Bucky who spoke next as he sat opposite you at the table, “For the love of God, please can you tell him what you’re doing, he’s breaking my heart, Mama”.

Steve’s frown deepend until there was a deep line in between as he looked between you and Bucky. Sighing you stood and picked up your phone, stopping the recording. “It’s a TikTok trend, ‘no kissing on the lips’, I was seeing how long we could go but we only got… just under an hour”.

Whilst you explained, you didn’t see the calculating, predatory gaze Steve was giving you. There he was, frightened he’d hurt his best girl and there you were teasing and laughing at him. He stood, taking swift large steps towards you before halting, taking your phone and throwing it onto the lounger.

You stared up at him with wide eyes, swallowing audibly as he tilted his head and looked up and down with a hungry gaze. “My funny, sweet girl with your fun little games”, he mumbled, lifting his finger and stroking over the tops of your breasts causing you to shiver at the rough feeling of his calloused fingertips. “I guess then you won’t mind if I play some of my own?”

Steve’s game was not as fun as yours, in fact, you could safely say it was anything but fun to be edged for hours on end. All office work was cancelled for the day and given to Sam and Natasha to do as Steve had Bucky hold your hands on the table, your dress ripped from your body as his face between your legs, then his fingers, then his cock. Each stroke, thrust, and lick had you whimpering and begging for more but Steve would always pause, letting the pleasure feelings disperse before starting again.

It got to the point where you were crying and shaking for him to let you cum, repeatedly apologising for teasing him but he just continued until you were so overstimulated that he stopped altogether. You were in Bucky’s arms, his strong hands under your legs to keep you upright as Steve was pumping his cock into you when he finally decided that you’d had enough.

Stroking away the sea of tears dripping down your cheeks, Steve carefully lifted your face more towards him, “I love you”, you said without needing any prompting, pouting out your lips to get him to kiss you.

“I love you too, you’ve done so well for me, Honey”, he kissed your lips slowly, moaning into it and then began to provide aftercare, taking you from Bucky, cleaning your body of the sweat and juices, making sure you had a glass of water and a little snack before dressing again and preparing to go home.

[lovesickonmybed]

Flash Cards | 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Bully!Eddie Munson x Nerdy!Female Reader | Word Count: 1146

Summary: Eddie invites you over to study and punishes you when you've given the wrong answer.

Warnings: Swearing, thigh riding, humiliation, dub-con, degradation, dumbification?, wedgies.

A/N: If you're gonna kinkshame keep scrolling lol.

Bully/Perv!Eddie starts being nicer to you and one night invites you over to his place to help him study for a big test he has coming up. But he has no intentions of studying anything besides your body. You let him drive you to his trailer after school and you’re wearing a white t-shirt with a thin bra, a pair of already tight blue jeans, and your favorite shoes. When y’all first get to Eddie’s you do actually study, your books are laid out on the coffee table and he’s actually paying attention…until he gets handsy.

It starts with his hand on your knee, and then he creeps it to your inner thigh. You blush but you continue to help him study, talking him through different definitions and helping him understand the material. After doing amazing when you do flash cards with him he tests you. You’re doing great until you fuck one up. Eddie chuckles when you answer incorrectly and leans forward smirking. “Not as smart as you look, are you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, come on, Eddie. It was just one question.”

“You still got it wrong, why don’t I give you a little motivation to get the next question right?” He smirks as he leans over, your brows furrow in confusion. He grabs the front waistband of your jeans and tugs it up harshly causing you to cry out in pain and confusion. He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied with the front wedgie he’s given you even though you try to tug his hand away. 

You get up to readjust but he pulls you back down onto the couch, “Did I tell you that you could fix that?” He asks sternly, grabbing your face with one hand to make you look him in the eyes, his other hand holding your wrists together.

“N-No…” You stutter nervously, you keep trying to avoid his eyes but he keeps forcing you to look into them.

“Then be a good girl and leave it, yeah?” 

“O-Ok.” You don’t have to do what he says, you just have to say the word and he’ll stop, but you don’t want to, you want to see where this is going.

“Good, let’s keep going then.”

You continue to do flash cards with Eddie and continue to get them right; you decide to see if he’ll do that again when you get one wrong. So you answer a simple question incorrectly. “That was the easiest one, how did you manage to fuck that up, nerd? C’mere,” He says, pulling you closer by your belt loops. He slips his hand into the front of your jeans and curls his fingers around the lacy waistband of your white panties.

“Lace? Oh, darling you’re gonna regret this,” Eddie says before slowly pulling them up by the waistband. You feel the rough fabric slowly situate itself between your lips, squirming and whimpering as he pulls. He doesn’t want to tear this pair off, he wants you to feel it. The lace fabric brushes against your clit, causing you to buck your hips and gasp softly, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to savor the feeling. 

“I should’ve known you’d like this…pathetic little nerd…I bet every time I’ve ripped your panties or pulled them up to look at them you’ve gone home and touched yourself thinking about it. Dirty girl likes it when I’m mean, when I’m rough, doesn’t she?” Eddie teases. 

You whimper in response, biting your lip. Eddie tugs on your panties harshly, making you jolt forward, resting your head against his shoulder as you whimper and whine. “Be a good girl and tell me how much you like it, baby.”

“F-Feels so good…hurts but in a good way…” You mumble into his shoulder. You’ve felt nothing like this before, you feel humiliated for being so turned on by something like this but the pleasure you feel is making it so worth it.

“Did you get all dumb from getting your panties pulled? God, you’re fucking pathetic. If this gets you soaked and stupid, I wonder what my fingers…or fuck what my cock would do to you…” He teases, continuing to tug on your panties. 

“I-It feels good…I can’t help it,” you mutter, your face heating up with embarrassment. 

“Stand up and take your pants off for me, baby,” Eddie commands. You do as he says, standing up and taking a minute to tug off your pants. Eddie smiles when he finally sees his work, your white lace panties pulled tight between your lips. He smirks to himself when he sees a little wet spot on your panties. He pulls you down onto his thigh, situating your legs on either side. He leans in and gives you a soft kiss, it’s the first time he’s kissed you and it’s not what you expected. He pulls away, knocking his nose with yours playfully.

“Can you make yourself cum on my thigh, little nerd?”

You nod quickly and he laughs, leaning down for another kiss, “Such a good girl.”

You grind against his thigh as his fingers curl around your waistband again, clasping it so it’s pressed against your clit. The feeling of the rough fabric pressed against your clit combined with the friction of you grinding your core against his jean clad thigh is enough to make your body feel weak. You groan and whimper into his neck, biting down when he pulls a little too harshly, mumbling curses against his soft flesh. Eddie can’t get enough of it, if he could he’d watch you come undone like this every hour of every day, he loves how something so humiliating is what gets you going dumb against him.

He whispers to you as you get yourself off against him, “So pathetic aren’t you? The smartest girl in school but you can barely form a sentence right now, all you needed was a bit of attention, huh?” You nod and whimper against him. When you feel yourself getting close you can’t even speak, your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut as you rut against his thigh. He smirks as he watches, he’s wanted this for years and he can’t believe he finally gets to see it. 

“Fuck…” He mutters as he watches you cum, soaking his thigh and mumbling his name against his neck, whimpers and whines falling from your lips. You rest your weight against him, catching your breath. Your face is hot and your hair is a mess, your makeup is too, mascara tears running down your face. Eddie plays with your hair as you catch your breath, whispering praises into your ear, making you smile. 

When you finally can stand you remove your underwear and hand it to Eddie, “You made me ruin these, you can keep ‘em.”

He chuckles and kisses you, “Thank you baby, I’ll add them to my collection.”

[akq96618]

[ 💜💛🖤❤🤍💙]

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(this is just my rambles , pls scroll if u dont want to read jdakjsa ;-;)

ok i'm not good at it, but i'll try to be more serious.

King Ohger is my first sentai after about…10? 11? years since i watch toku as a kid (for sentai, i used to watch shinkenger and power rangers dino force). I start to watch toku again last year because of KR Den-O, simply just bcs i want to rewatch one of my fav childhood tv program. And i cried a lot, not just because of den-o's story but also I remember that I still love toku as much as little me back then

after finished den-o, i crave for more toku to watch, then my older sister told me there's this super sentai that all of the sentai is leaders/kings ((SHE HAVEN'T WATCH KINGOH UNTIL THIS VERY DAY DESPITE BEING ONE OF MY REASON TO WATCH KINGOH, I HATE HER////jk i love u sis)). I didn't watch kingoh while it's ongoing, i binge watch it from ep 1 while it's around eps 20-25. And i regret nothing, i feel a lot of emotions, be it's the good one or even the bad one. I laugh and I cry. I didn't live for 2000 years like jeramie, but i relate to him about dealing with grief and keep everything to yourself bcs you don't want others to worry about you. And the happiness of finally found someone you can rely on, someone that won't say anything but will pat your shoulder and reminds you that they will be on your side no matter what.

I learn a lot of thing from other king too, i learn to be kind from gira and himeno, i learn that it's okay to not care about what people say and be myself the way i am from rita, i learn to stands for what's wrong and didn't back down like yanma, and kaguragi uhm…* shake hands with kagu * yes ur my buddy bro (i swear i have one thing i relate to kagu, i just don't want to tell what it is-)

people can call it 'childish show' (my friend said that when i tell them abt kingoh and kr ;-; that's why i stopped telling abt toku to others and just keep my excitement to myself) and they're still right, but still, kingoh is special to me.

I was ready to be alone on this (I always be), i draw fanarts because i want and i like them so much, and didn't expect at all that i'll found other people that excited about the same thing like me. thank you to everyone who liked, reblog, comment, send asks, i can't always answer everything, but pls know that i appreciate every single of you,

artist, writers, gif maker, friends, everyone.

one day will come the day that my interest maybe will fade away. Until that day come, I'll enjoy my time here and drawing what i want. (((actually this applied to my other fandom too ;-;))))

for you who read this so far, thank u again <3

+ pls have this happy spiders, they're my favorites from all of the finale moments ;-;

[pianocat939]

I stumbled across your blog, and from one writer to another you make excellent work. So I bring you this.

*sips tea*

Three words:

Sick

Yandere

Turtles

In the episode “Down with the Sickness” there’s a stage where the patient becomes very and I mean VERY affectionate, (it was the Captain Cuddle-Cakes stage if I remember correctly) I rewatched the entire series and I couldn’t stop thinking about this when I watched this episode.

Like imagine them getting all needy for affection and attention while the reader is taking care of them. The shenanigans would be unreal.

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You started to sweat under the hazmat suit still confused as to how they managed to get anything done in these things. For once Donnie’s insistent medical procedures came to your rescue, because all four of the turtles managed to come down with the infamous “Rat Flu”.

You remembered how the illness came with several stages, one of which being the Must-Say-Yes stage (as Leo called it). If you could manage to not get sick, you could finally be free from this nightmare.

“[Name]~”

“What is it Leo?” You groaned, somehow the slider managed to be more needy while sick.

“Can you come into my arms so I can be whole again, Mi Vida?~”

It was going to be a long day

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- 🫖 Anon

I shouldn't be taking this since requests are closed but um

Tw: MC gets hit into a wall but no major head injury, forced cuddles at the end-, mostly turtaleles begging for affection

Sickly in Love

Ok, so the five of you are trying not to get sick with the rat flu. With only the biohazard suits made by Donnie as your only protection.

So far, everything is great, until Leo decides to be a little idiotic and not keep his suit on. Which ended in him getting ill.

He's locked in the quarantine area with his only companion an empty space. He complains endlessly about the heat, which is ironic considering he's a reptile.

And before you know it, he hits stage 2.

While the others go off and attempt to contain Splinter, you're stuck with a red-eared slider who is absolutely in love with you.

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"Mi cariño~ won't you come closer? I want us to hold hands." He calls, his palm scraping against the plastic barrier.

"No, Leo. You might infect me if I do." You retort, scrolling through your phone.

He pushes himself against the temporary wall harder, wanting to be closer to you. "Oh but if I infect you, we can cuddle and give each other love!”

“Mh yeah but the group might need me so…No.”

Leo whines in response, clearly unhappy with the situation. He can’t help it! He wants to be held and adored by you so desperately! He longingly stares at you through the transparent cage, the urge to cry swallowing his entire being.

Just then, Donnie barges through the tunnel or rather thrown. He lands clumsily on the floor, a bit shocked by the impact. He groans in pain, rubbing his arm.

"Quick! Get 'em in there!" Raph commands, carrying Mikey in one arm. He then dashes off, escaping from the murderous rat behind him.

You lightly guide Donnie to the containment area, unsure of what else to do. Right before you open the zipper, he snatches the end of your sleeve, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "I am not sick thank you, I just happen to- achoo!" He's interrupted by a high-pitched sneeze, his body hunched from the sudden action.

Skeptically, you move an eyebrow muscle; unamused by his statement. "Mh yeah, let's get you inside." You reveal the entrance, gesturing for him to enter.

Once he's inside, he shivers, rapidly rubbing his limbs. "Ugh, it's freezing in here..."

Leo snickers from a distance, pointing a finger at him, "That's the first stage kicking in!" He turns back to stare at you, hearts practically floating from him.

"So...Who would you rather have as your significant other, me or Donald?" Donald Duck Leo inquires, still pressed up against the barrier.

"Ronald McDonald. This situation is only getting worse."

"Wha- EXCUSE ME? I'm obviously the better choice than some ketchup clown!"

As Leo rages about how he's the superior one, Donnie stops shivering, his eyes blank. He glances up at you, holding his knees to his chest. He rocks back and forth a little, seemingly pondering about something.

"Donnie? You good?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I hacked into your enemy's bank account? I took vengeance for you." He smiles slightly, tapping his feet against the floor.

"I- what? Who?"

Donnie breaks out into a psychotic grin, emotion waving through him. "Your enemy~ The ones who hurt you!"

"The fact you're grinning either means you're really happy or a maniac. I'm scared it's a mix of both."

"Why wouldn't I be happy? I protected you from those evil, disgusting heathens!"

Offended, Leo hisses, "Donnie back off! They're mine, you weirdo nerd!" He claws at the plastic, wanting to engage in a fight with his brother.

"Please no. Leo, don't hit the 3rd stage I'm begging you."

And as if things couldn't get worse Raph walks in, his walk agonizingly slow. "Ugh...Gettin' sick is not fun."

You frown, realizing the situation is much direr than expected. "That means Mikey is the only one left. Maybe I should leave to go help out." You ponder to yourself, grimacing a little when Raph collapses into his little chamber.

“No! You’re not leaving me! You’re staying right here with me!” Leo pounds against the transparent wall, angered by the statement.

Donnie whimpers, “What? No, don’t leave me! I get anxious if you do!” He taps his feet faster than before, his stims taking over.

“But if I don't go help Mikey, then you guys will have no chance of getting what you want!"

"Y/n, you listen to me right now. I don't care if we won't win if it means you'll stay. Now come here before I try to destroy everything." Leo hisses out, stomping his food and starting to hit the flexible barrier, trying to break it.

You look in the direction where Mikey is dealing with Splinter and back to Leo and Donnie who both stare at you longingly: one of aggravation and the other of fear. You can't deny, their faces make you want to calm them down so you sigh and sit next to their individual quarantine enclosures.

"You guys are seriously going to be the death of me..."

The two turtles only chirp and churr joyfully as they sit as close as possible to you (while still in their enclosures).

"Sweets! C'mere! I want snuggles please!"

You hear Raph exclaim as he motions for you to come closer to him, and you form a slight frown on your face realizing that Raph has already advanced to the 2nd stage in such little time.

"Raph, you know I can't. You're contagious."

He makes dejected whines from his throat as he presses his face against the wall, pouting with puppy eyes.

"Please...?"

"No, sorry Raph-" But you were interrupted by Donnie who sneered at his elder brother, "Stop it. You're making me want to gag at this lovey-dovey affection you're begging for." You give a short, small glare at the scientist, not enjoying his sudden cruelty. Looks like he's forwarded to the 3rd stage.

"I don't care...I only care for cuddles and kisses from you sweets!" Despite Donnie's harsh comment Raphie seems to bounce right back up and ignore him, which was quite unusual for the watchful turtle. For a split second, you look at Leo's area and notice he's sleeping on the floor soundly, occasionally letting out a small snore.

"Hey, hey! Your attention should be on me! Not him!"

As you were about to turn your head back to the big guy, a sudden weight crashed into you, slamming you against the wall.

"Agh!" You yelp, wincing at the throbbing pain in your head that came soon after you were hit. "What the..." You were then met with the youngest one, Mikey, snuggling into your abdomen with a grin on his face.

"I love you so much, my divinity!"

And before you know it, all four brothers are surrounding you (Leo somehow woke up out of nowhere) with smiles so big it's unnerving.

"We all love you so much,"

"And we think it's best~"

"If you stayed with us forever,"

"So that you can always be happy!"

You then find yourself in an enclosure of your own, except this time it's not for quarantine; no, your enclosure was their arms that wrapped around you so tightly, not letting you escape for freedom.

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This was sitting in my drafts for a long time so I decided to just finish it and get it over with- so the ending might be rushed. Apologies.

- Celina

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my lovelies, I hope you weren't stewing in anticipation for too long hehehe. I am so tired, I will say I had plans for this chapter to go a different way, but it just didn't make sense for the plot line at all or the characters, so here we are. This is a long one because I refuse to cut it. Enjoy! &lt;3

Chapter 70: Return to me

It felt like time moved slowly. 

So surreal. 

Like wading through murky waters. 

You blinked, spinning to face the voice which called your name. 

There, standing in your chambers, was Aemond.

He was back.

Early.

He stared at you in confusion watching your body heaving. The Prince stood beside the table, scrolls pilled atop a tome in his hands. 

It looked as if he had only just arrived back. As though his first thought was to return to you.

He was back.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you looked at him. 

He was back. 

He was back.

“Are you alright?” The One-Eyed Prince asked, placing the scrolls and tome on the bare table in front of him. 

You blinked at him.

Were you ok?

Were you ever going to be okay?

You thought of Aegon’s hands.

Before you could even stop yourself you were across the room, throwing yourself into his body, wrapping your arms around his waist. Aemond stumbled back a step from the force, arms open at his side as he looked down at you in confusion and concern. You tucked your head into his chest and breathed deeply. 

He smelt of him.

He smelt familiar.

Sandalwood, sweat, musk, and a hint of dragon.

He smelt safe. 

Why did he smell safe?

Slowly, Aemond’s arms wrapped around you, holding him to you tightly as you struggled to keep your composure, to keep the tears that threatened to overflow at bay. He held you to him until you calmed, and all sense flooded back into you.

This was Aemond.

Aemond. 

And where had he returned from?

Sheepishly, you pulled back, not daring to look up at his inquisitive eye. He released his hold on you reluctantly, yet kept his hands upon your shoulders as you stepped back. 

“Y/n?” 

Two large hands came to cup your cheeks, tilting your face to look at him. Aemond’s brow was drawn, his eye searching your face with worry. It made your heart clench, and the tide of emotion rose again.

“Zaldristos.” Aemond whispered, and that was all it took.

Your face crumpled and the tears you had desperately tried to keep at bay overflowed, rolling down your cheeks as you looked at his face.

It was too sweet. 

It was too kind. 

It was not him, you told yourself.

Sway him, echoed Lucerys’ voice.

Don’t let him see.

Lie.

“I’m sorry.” You cried, “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.”

Thumbs came to brush the tears that fell from your eyes, Aemond’s lips pursing together tightly.

“Mirre iksis shijetra.” All is forgiven, He uttered.

A small sob lifted from your lips as he held your face. 

Aemond pulled you back against his chest and let you cling to him crying. You let the anger and frustration, the fear and sadness rush out of you and flood the room. The leather of his tunic wet beneath your cheek.

Aemond held you against him until the tide rescinded, and your crying turned to sniffles. He had shushed you, and brushed a gentle hand against your back as he let you open up the doors to the tide that had swallowed you whole.

Only then, once you had calmed in his grip did he let you go. Aemond wiped the remaining tears from your face gently, and whispered assurance that he was not angry at you. 

He thought you were worried about him.

“Please don’t leave me again.” You sniffed, watching as he sighed sadly, lips coming to press against your brow that was furrowed.

He made no move to promise you that he wouldn’t, or assure you that he would try to stay. He simply looked at you sadly and held your face in his hands. 

“What’s happened?”

What’s happened?

You leave the Kingdom to go fuck your whore, and leave me with your monster King.

I am alone. Alone as I can be. 

Alone with you.

What has happened?

“I am frightened.” You whispered. 

Aemond stooped his head, face lowering to your height.

“Iksā iā zaldrīzes, skoros issi ao sȳngagon hen?” You are a dragon, what are you frightened of?

You. 

Aegon. 

The war.

My mind.

You closed your eyes shut tightly and nibbled at your lips. 

Could you trust him? 

What would you tell him? 

Could you tell him that Aegon has been making himself present when he was absent? Could you tell him that his brother gets closer and closer each day that he is gone?

Could you tell him that the anger and fear brings the visions?

The voices?

“Tell me.” Aemond cooed, concern laced in his voice.

You shook your head again, turning your face down as you kept your eyes screwed shut. The image of Aemond bent over Aegon as he lay his fists into the King’s face flashed in your mind.

The rage on Aemond’s face as he stood at the table, staring his brother down. 

The words of an angry, second son. Resentful of the eldest who had no care for the throne, or duty.

Tell him.

Tell him.

Tell him.

“Tell me.”

“Aegon.” You whispered.

Your entire body tensed as soon as the name left your lips.

How was he to react? 

Would he take it out on you? Would he blame you? Could you tell him what happened? Could you trust him with this? Would he not believe you?

Or would he believe you and take it out on you anyway, raping or beating you as he saw fit to soothe his own rage.

“Aegon?” Aemond parroted, voice sharper. His hands slid to hold your shoulders again.

You slowly nodded your head, letting your arms curl around your middle.

Be small. 

Look weak. 

Look timid.

Look frightened. 

But you did not have to pretend you were frightened. 

You were.

“Has he touched you?” Aemond growled, his fingers curled into your shoulders sharply, the sheer rage in his voice causing you to flinch. 

Aemond stiffened as he saw you react, and as if caring for you, he released his tight grip on your shoulders, fingers smoothing where they had dug into your flesh meanly. An attempt to calm you. To soothe you.

An attempt of kindness. 

Had he touched you?

Just my hair. 

Just my breast.

“No.”

Dracarys, Lucerys uttered in your head.

Dracarys.

Dracarys.

It was like the beat of a drum.

Dracarys!

Dracarys!

You dug the palms of your hands into your eyes as Lucerys continued to chant inside of your head. His voice getting louder and louder with every second. The voice twisting and crackling, grating against your mind. 

Then, the screaming started. 

The wailing and mournful cries of Helaena. The screams of her torment. The screams of her terror. The cries she had let loose when Jaehaerys was slain. The anguish you had been forced to listen to for days on end until it quietened. 

Until her cries were extinguished by her own hand.

“Y/n?” Aemond noticed your sudden discomfort.

You rubbed at your eyes sharply as you shook your head. 

You wished it would stop.

Dracarys!

You wished he would stop. 

You wished she would stop screaming. 

Dracarys!

You wished they would-

“Shut up!” You screamed into the room, and suddenly your head fell quiet.

No more Lucerys. No more Helaena. 

No more Dracarys. 

No more screaming.

Just a ringing in your head and a sickness that turned your stomach.

“Look at me.”

You shook your head again, keeping the heels of your hands pressed so tightly into your eyes you saw stars.

“Zaldristos, jurnegon rȳ nyke.” Little dragon, look at me, Aemond spoke gently, hands coming to pull your own from your eyes. 

You opened them slowly, the world around you blurred as your vision adjusted. Aemond was searching your face, fear present in his lone eye.

He knew something was wrong.

“Kesan daor ivestragī zirȳla renigon ao.” I will not let him touch you, He promised.

But he has. 

And you can’t stop him.

“Please don’t leave me with him.”

Aemond pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

His mouth was warm, and you let yourself melt into the tenderness. You let yourself sink into the second of kindness and care. Something that once you were surrounded by, and now was rare to find.

When Aemond pulled back, he brushed your hair away from your face, watching his fingers move through your silver locks. 

“Kessa daor renigon ao.  Issa sepār sylugon naejot sȳngagon ao.  Gaomagon daor ivestragī zirȳla ūndegon bona issa.” He will not touch you. He is just try to scare you. Do not let him see that it is.

How you wished he was wrong. 

Aemond breathed out of his nose sharply and pulled you over to the chaise to sit you down. You sat and stared into the fire. The ringing in your head making your mind feel fuzzy.

Was this how it felt for Helaena when she had her dreams? 

Aemond left for sometime and you waited anxiously for his return, picking at the skin around your fingers, pulling it away from your nails with painful tugs as blood rose to the reface.

It stung. But it grounded you.

You needed something to ground yourself with, lest you float away. The more you stared, the more you thought of it. The more you thought, the more you thought of him. The dungeons. All of it. Until the thoughts tumbled and spiralled and your breath held in your chest.

You could feel the cold, biting stone beneath your back. You could smell the dampness of the cell. Could remember the green mould growing in the corner, the bitter cold that settled into your bones. The small window. The dripping of water. The pacing. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

“The King asked us to dine with him this evening.” Aemond pulled you from the memories, the maids following behind him with trays of food and decanters of wine.

You felt your stomach roil at the thought. 

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Aemond moved across the chambers to stand in front of you, taking your hands in the both of his as he rubbed a soft thumb over the top of your knuckles. Pulling your hands toward him, he helped you to stand before moving you to sit at the table with him.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

“I told him we would dine alone this evening.”

Aemond watched your reaction carefully as you looked up at him.

And just like that he began to eat with you, as if he had not just told you, that for the first time ever, he had denied the King’s request. You stared at him in shock.

Aemond had said no to Aegon. 

Aemond had said no.

“Thank you.” You didn’t know what else to say, your mind still feeling fuzzy and jumbled, as though your head was the yolk of an egg that had been stirred by a whisk, or a careless hand.

Aemond simply hummed, as though it was not an incredibly big deal, and continued to eat his meal.

It was silent on your end, you found you could not find words to say, or things to relay to him, or ways to offer your gratitude. You knew you had to give him gratitude. And yet, nothing came to mind.

But Aemond had sensed this, and instead filled the space. Telling you of his trip, avoiding the topic of Harrenhal, and all the things he had achieved and done.

He told you of his ride to the South, to the Hightower lands and holdings, of his reunion with his uncle Gwayne Hightower, who he had not seen since his youth, a man who you had never met before. He told you of how he and Vhagar had flown through a storm to get to the Golden Tooth, but after noticing you shift in your seat, he had changed the conversation, swiftly and well. The way you had been taught to with the Septa.

And you were grateful for it.

For this little effort he was making. Tiptoeing around topics that could further trigger you, likely beginning to fear the madness that had caught up to Helaena, was coming for you.

When you had both finished your meal, and your heart had slowed in your chest, the maids came to ready you both for bed and cleared the room. Aemond had crawled in first, leading you with his hand as he sunk beneath the sheets, before pulling you in beside him. Not aggressively, nor forcefully, but with kindness and patience and open, waiting arms. You had curled up against his side, and he had held you against him. 

You both fell to sleep with an uneasiness surrounding you and the knowledge that you would have to offer him thanks, and show him in a way he would understand.

When you rose from the depths of your dreams, you found Aemond wrapped tightly around you. His warm chest pressed against your back as he held you to him with his large arms. His legs were curled beneath you, almost wrapping you in a tight ball. You shifted, trying to create some space, Aemond waking up from the movement. 

His lips pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder as your moved, his legs stretching to give you space to straighten your own. You shifted in the sheets, turning to look at him.

His eye was already on you. 

“Hm.” He grumbled, sleep in his voice, and body seemingly not wanting to get out of bed. 

You gave him a small, and short smile. 

“I am going to spend my day with my wife.” He purred, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You blushed, closing your eyes. 

You felt his length twitch against your side. 

Heat curled its way around your gut.

You needed to show him you were grateful.

Aemond shifted, grinding softly against your leg, rubbing his hardness against you as he groaned. The noise only making you burn hotter. His hand came to cup your cheek, dragging your lips to meet his as he pulled you in, pressing his mouth against you sensually. 

He was hard. 

The Prince groaned again, hand moving to tighten itself in your hair as he ground up against your hip. It made your core clench and your heart thump loudly in your chest. Your hands grabbed his wrists as you let yourself kiss him back.

Aemond pulled you closer, wedging a knee between your thighs as he ground the muscle up into the crux of your legs. A breathy moan flitted past your lips as he ground you against the muscle, pushing and pulling you with his hand. You felt yourself begin to wet against his thigh. 

“Good girl.” He cooed, pulling you back and forth as he continued to kiss you. 

You melted into the touch, letting a hand trail itself along his chest, slowly dipping to feel the muscles of his stomach. Your hand played with the tight cords on his hips, fingers delicately brushing under the hem of his breeches.

Aemond sighed into your mouth happily, thrusting his hips up into your hand, a wordless consent to continue. And so you did. You let your hand disappear beneath the material of his pants, brushing against his throbbing member. 

Sway him.

As your fingers grazed his length, Aemond let out a soft hiss into your mouth before kissing you bruisingly, drawing your bottom lip into his. You heart raced as you let your fingers wrap around him timidly, your grip loose and unsure. He was heavy in your hand, and twitched as you wrapped around him. 

With an experimental tug, you pulled your hand up and then back down his length, feeling his veins beneath your hand. Aemond was velvety soft, and your hand brushed the course hairs at his base with every movement. 

Aemond moaned loudly into your mouth as you began to glide your hand up and down him with more confidence, fuelled entirely by his reactions. His hips would stutter and buck up into your hand, and breathy moans tumbled from his lips and into yours.

When your hand reached his tip, you moved over it, feeling the wetness that had begun to leak out of it, slicking your palm with his arousal. It helped you guide your hand easier as you began to pump him in a rhythm. You ground yourself down on his thigh in return, enjoying the feeling that sparked up your spine.

As you felt his pre-cum coat your palm, you thought of what it would taste like. 

You had heard that women often took their husbands, or men into their mouths, Aegon having loudly boasting about it. You remembered how he had looked when you had stumbled upon him in the gardens, how he had groaned and his face had been red. 

And then you had thought about Aemond.

About how he had been between your thighs and brought you to your peak. How it had felt good, and wet, and warm, and unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You wondered if it was the same for men.

Would they feel just as good? Could they be brought to their peak with just a mouth?

“Aemond.” You whispered into his mouth as he began to fuck himself into your palm, his thigh grazing your pearl with every movement, aided by the slick that leaked from you. 

“Aemond.” You whispered again, pulling away from him and releasing his cock from your hand. 

His eye opened and he looked at you. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing you.

You looked down shyly.

Sway him.

“Do you want to…” You began, not sure how to ask, “I want to…”

What did you want?

To taste him? To feel his weight on your tongue and his musky seed?

What did you want?

How had he said it?

“I wish to taste you.” You whispered, not sure if Aemond would be opposed, or excited by the offer. 

You opened your eyes and looked at your uncle.

His eye was hooded and he gazed at you hungrily. Lustfully. Tongue darting out to wet his lips. Aemond shifted beneath you, knee coming away from your core, brushing against your pearl as it moved causing you to mewl. 

He lay back against the pillow before he slid the sheets down his body revealing half of his length that peeked through the top of his pants. The tip was hard and red, and weeped against his stomach. Aemond brought his hands to either side of his breeches before slowly sliding them down his body, revealing his whole length to you. 

He grasped his cock and slowly ran his hand up and down it, watching you as you could not take your eyes away from the act. 

A thousand thoughts tumbled through your mind. 

How do you do it?

What do you do?

What if it was bad?

What if he didn’t like it?

“I’ll guide you.” Aemond whispered, sensing your anxiety.

You nodded gently before crawling between his legs, unsure of where to sit, or lay. He kept his hand on his cock, slowly travelling up to the tip where he would squeeze, running a thumb over the slit where his arousal leaked free.

“Come here.” He cooed to you, grasping your cheek with his free hand as he lowered you down towards his length. 

He smelt musky, salty, with the undertones of him. You looked at his length as he stroked it and wet your lips. 

“You can kiss the tip,” He began, running his hand up the length as he held it for you, “Be gentle.”

You leant forward and brushed your lips against his tip, feeling him shift beneath you and a sigh falling from his lips. You opened your mouth and kissed him softly again, the tip of your tongue darting out curiously to touch the velvety skin.

Salty wetness spread across your mouth, and you licked at the slit again, hoping to capture more.

Aemond moaned below you, which emboldened you to lick at him more.

“Thats it.” He purred, watching as you licked and kissed at his tip, spit beginning to dribble down his length into his hand as he held it for you, “Take me in your mouth.”

You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, an uneasy anxiety settling in your body. His chest rose and fell sharply, as though he was restraining himself, and his pupil had swallowed the violet of his eye whole, leaving a dark black orb.

Opening your mouth, you took him on your tongue, slowly sliding down, tasting his saltiness as you went. Aemond groaned, moving his hand down to allow you for room.

You swallowed around him and heard him curse beneath you, “Just like that.” He stroked himself in your mouth as you held him on your tongue, saliva rolling down into his waiting hand. 

His free hand came to tangle itself inside of your hair and you flinched at the contact, sucking in. Aemond’s hips thrusted upwards into the heat of your mouth and you felt him prod at the back of your throat, a small gag falling from your lips. Aemond shushed you as he tightened his grip, before pulling your head upwards, his length almost falling from your lips before he pushed you back down it.

“Sȳz riña.” Good girl, He moaned as you let him guide you up and down his cock, wetting it with your mouth.

The praise went straight to your core and you felt yourself moan around him, thighs rubbing together beneath you to ease the heat between your thighs. 

“Hollow your cheeks.” Aemond commanded, and you did, hollowing your mouth around him and sucking. His hips bucked into your mouth, hand holding you down on his length as you tried not to gag, feeling him at the back of your throat. 

Sway him.

He was heavy and hard and musky, but the taste was not unpleasant, and you oddly enjoyed the feeling of him in your mouth. Aemond’s grip in your hair loosened, but still held onto you, and you let yourself follow what he had told you to do, bobbing your head up and down his length as he moaned and writhed beneath you, his hand still at the bottom of his shaft. 

“Keep going.” He groaned, hips rising from the bed to thrust into your mouth. 

You moaned around his length, feeling his cock throb on your tongue, his voice spurring you on. 

Pleasure him.

“Sīr gevie lēda ñuha orvorta isse aōha relgos.” So beautiful with my cock in your mouth, He moaned, and you clenched around nothing, bobbing your head faster with vigour.

The praise making you want to bring him to his peak.

“Ao hae bona?” You like that? He asked.

“Ao hae ñuha orvorta isse aōha irosh?” You like my cock in your throat?

You hummed around him, pulling up to suckle at his tip, tongue lapping at the underside of his cock.

“Fuck. You do.” He groaned, hand tightening in your hair, "Vaogenka riña.” Dirty girl.

Aemond’s hand tightened back in your hair, holding you still as the other came to pulled the rest of your hair into his hands, holding you in his mercy as you lapped at his tip. He began to guide your head down his length, forcing you to swallow the whole of it now that his hand was removed. 

You gagged around his length and felt tears begin to prickle at your eyes, the wet sound of your throat around his length as he held you there, pushing up into your heat. You couldn’t breathe and began to panic, pushing back up against his hands. Aemond let you come up for air, gasping as his length fell from your lips and slapped heavily against his stomach. 

Aemond huffed a laugh as he looked at you, wiping a tear that had fallen down your cheek.

“Issi ao jāre naejot gūrogon ziry?” Are you going to take it? He asked you.

You nodded catching your breath and swallowing tightly. 

You wanted to please him.

“I'm going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to take it.” He told you, eye darkened and lips pulled into a smirk. 

You could feel the wetness between your thighs as your core throbbed in want.

Fuck.

Why did this make you so aroused?

Why was his voice so enticing?

“You ready?” He asked, gathering your hair back into one hand as he grasped his length in the other. 

You nodded and he guided his cock back into your lips sliding in against your tongue, his hand gripping your hair as you bobbed your head with his guidance. His pace quickened, fucking up into your waiting mouth, and you could taste more of his arousal on your tongue as you went. 

Aemond's hips thrusted up from the bed and into your throat, though not quite as deep as he had gone before, only just avoiding the back, allowing you to breathe through your nose. You sucked your cheeks in and revelled in the feeling of him sliding across your tongue hotly. Heavily. 

You moaned again, shifting on the bed.

“I bet your cunny is wet.” He purred, and you whined in embarrassment. 

You were wet. 

So wet in fact, it had begun to trickle down your thighs.

“Such a good wife for me. Such a perfect mouth.” He praised, beginning to fuck into you farther and deeper, his tip beginning to bully the back of your throat. 

Small gags fell from your mouth which only seemed to stir him more. With every gag he heard, the harder he became, groaning and rutting into your mouth without any cares as he chased his peak. 

“Going to give you my seed, and you’re going to take it.” He moaned, your throat tightening around him as he fucked roughly into your mouth. 

“Fuck.”

You could feel his thrusts begin to grow sloppy, tears rolling down your cheeks from gagging as he neared his release. His hands tightened in your hair painfully and you felt his member throb on your tongue.

“Fuck, fuck-“ His hips began to stutter, and Aemond thrusted deeply into your mouth, causing you to splutter on his length. He pulled back and groaned loudly, softly thrusting into your mouth as his salty spend flooded your tongue. 

Aemond continued to thrust into your mouth softly, prolonging his release as you felt rope after rope of his hot seed coat your tongue, pooling in your mouth. The room was hot and the air around you was stifling, your legs rubbed together beneath you as you tried to relieve your own need. 

Aemond breathed heavily on the bed below you as he slumped into the pillows, “Fuck.” He whispered, hands loosening their grip in your hair as he began to run his fingers softly through it. You held him in your mouth with his seed, unsure of what to do. 

Do you swallow it?

Were you to spit it out?

You could still feel Aemond’s cock twitching in your mouth, your tongue trailing the underside of his cock softly in thought, unaware that you were doing it.

Slowly, he pulled his cock from your mouth, the softening length laying against his stomach with a wet slap. His hands held your face as he looked at you, his spend still on your tongue.

“Open your mouth.”

You opened it, showing him the seed that pooled on your tongue.

It was certainly not what you had expected, salty and musky, not repulsive as you had thought it would be. In fact, you felt that you did not mind the taste at all. It was proof of your triumph.

Aemond groaned, and you saw his cock twitch below you. 

“Such a good girl for me waiting.”

You keened at the praise, mouth still open showing off your success.

“Now swallow it.” His eye locked onto yours. 

You closed your mouth, looking him in the eye as you swallowed. You fought to not gag, the sensation foreign and not entirely appealing. Aemond’s mouth parted as he looked at you before he sat up, face hovering in front of yours. 

“Open.”

You opened your mouth to show him that you had swallowed his seed, tongue poking out between your lips. 

You felt an odd sense of pride.

“Sȳz riña." Good girl, He praised you, before pressing his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. 

His tongue pressed against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You let him in, and felt him seek out the remnants of his seed, tasting himself on your tongue as he held you against him. 

It was vulgar. 

Deprived.

Filthy.

And you loved it.

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[thedevilrisen]

can you do a jack hughes imagine after a break up inspired by the song logical???

i love you’re writing

Sure thing angel!

-:-

Master manipulator 

God, you're so good at what you do

Three dates and she was a goner. 

His charming smile, charismatic, playful tone, gentleman like manner when he picked her up, dropped her off and was with her in public.

Jack Hughes was, in her opinion, destined to be her forever. After three dates turned into daily events, whether it be Netflix and chill, a fancy dinner or just a spontaneous late night drive. Three months in she met his family and when the season approached with an unsavory haste she made the bold move to follow him to Jersey.

Then it started.

And I'd put myself through hell for you 

Hear all the rumors lately

That you always denied

Throughout the preseason, you were just naively learning the lay of the land. Jack being his usual charming self helped, he introduced you to the other wags and showed you around the city, he quelled your fears and held you while you cried about missing home.

Scared and quite frankly, alone in this new city you just continued following blindly.

Three weeks into the season, Jack had seemed to settle back into his habits. The good and the bad.

Partying most nights after wins, most you weren’t invited to go with him to. You always obeyed him, if he asked that you stayed home, you did. Even though this meant you spent most nights at home, crying yourself to sleep after scrolling through social media and seeing the various photos of Jack with other girls. Close enough with these girls that the tabloids were speculating about who he was dating.

How silly you were to trust him when he came home, kissed the tears off your cheeks when you confronted him about them and reassured you that you were the only one he wanted.

You mean all the words you said.

I’m sure that girl is really your friend.

“Jacky, talk to me. What’s going on, you barely talk to me anymore!” she had exclaimed in frustration after Jack had again stumbled in reeking of floral perfume and alcohol.

“What are - hic - you talking about, baby! We live together, it’s hard not to talk to each other!” he grinned dopily at her whilst toeing out of his shoes, shrugging off his jacket and stumbling towards her. “Let's go to bed, I’m tired!”

“Alright Jack.” she sighed disappointedly accepting his over the top embrace as he pulled her clumsily down the hallway to their shared bedroom.

-

“Hey Jack, could we talk about something really quickly please.” she called out into the hallway from the door frame of the bedroom.

“Yeah sure, but make it quick. I’m going to Nico’s for drinks and I need to leave soon.” he spoke distractedly looking at his phone as he walked down the hallway and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

“Ok, uh. It’s about more photos that have surfaced of you… with other girls.” you spoke quietly but after the look that crossed Jack’s aggravated face your rushed, “I know you wouldn’t do anything! I just get scared.”

She had every right to be.

“She’s just a friend Y/N! You have no right to be scared! Are you really that insecure!”

'Cause loving you is loving every

Argument you held over my head

Brought up the girls you could have instead

“Y/N I swear to God! If you talk to me about one more picture of me with girls I might be dating! I might just!” Jack screamed

“You might just what Jack?” You yelled back “what might you do!”

“I might just go to some of those girls! They’re perfect Y/N, they would bug me about this plus, they have very nice bodies!” He yelled, and under his breath I swear I heard him mumble “better that you.”

And now you got me thinking 

Two plus two equals five

And I'm the love of your life

'Cause if rain don't pour and sun don't shine

Then changing you is possible

“Y/N, you can’t keep coming to my place like this after you and Jack have a fight saying you can fix him.” Your friend chastised, soothingly rubbing your hand and you sobbed in her arms on her entryway floor.

“But I can!” You sobbed “I can-plea-let me!”

“Honey, for your own sake.” She whispered resting her head on yours.

-

‘Goodbye Jack,’ you mumbled to the apartment you once called home. ‘I hope your happy.’

A single tear rolled down your check as you dropped the note.

No, love is never logical.

[headcanonenthusiast]

Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏