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đ«PORN BOTS & MINORS DNI!đ«đNSFW WRITERS/IMAGINES BLOGS WELCOMEđ! For anyone whom it may concern no Iâm not a minor Iâm a woman in my early 30âs who loves otome and anime and sometimes ill come up with random ideas for stories/headcanons. Mainly involving Black Lagoon, Hellsing Ultimate, Berserk, Gankutsuou:The Count of Monte Cristo, Samurai Deeper Kyo, Mermaid Forest, Inuyasha, Saiyuki, Saiyuki Reload, Anything from the Saiyuki Series, Yuyu Hakusho, Fruits Basket, Bleach, Black Butler, Magi:the labyrinth of magic, Dr.stone, Dragon goes house hunting, Record of ragnarok, RoR:Jack the ripper case files, and more. Fair warning most of my ideas are fluffy/family/parental type stuff but I do like anime nsfw Headcanons and scenarios just not ya know REAL porn. But I suck at writing I can only come up with the story outline and the ideas the same goes for headcanons so if anyone is willing to write my stories/headcanons I will love you forever!
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JEALOUS MUCH? - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN
Warnings : subtle suggestiveness, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluff for shits n giggles
Additional notes : Another adorable request I loved making to show just how horrendously down bad they all are for MCđđœ Hope yâall enjoy it!!đ«¶đœ
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I love your PokĂ©mon x ROR work. Can I ask for something similar but instead of fighting during ragnarok, the Gods and humans meet some of the PokĂ©mon outside of battle? Like intimidating ones like Charizard to cuter ones like Pikachu whoâs still pretty strong. Theyâre confused on how to handle these creatures theyâve never seen before then out comes teen!reader who happens to be their trainer who easily takes over the situation. It be funnier with the gods reacting to a human child being able to tame and bond with the scarier PokĂ©mon aswell
-You hadnât meant to cause harm or panic in Valhalla, you had found a large park, one that was perfect for a picnic and relaxing, as you wanted to take a break with your team, who came to Valhalla with you after you passed in a rockslide accident.
-The park was perfect, there was a huge lake for your Gyarados to swim around in, and lots of room for your other Pokemon to run around, climb trees, or rest under trees in the shade, and just enjoy their second chance in this new life.
-You hadnât realized that Pokemon werenât something common in Valhalla, only god like ones, legendries, so when your Pokemon all ran off to go and have fun, they caused a lot of panic.
-Your Sylveon, Pikachu, and Mimikyu remand together, running off into a busy district where they were quickly surrounded by gods and humans, curious as to who they were.
-Qin Shi Huang kneeled down, looking curious as he held one hand to his chin, âHmm Iâve never seen creatures like this before.â He held out his hand and Sylveon called out happily, saying her name as her ribbons stretched out, grabbing onto his hand, as if shaking it.
-Ares was kneeling next to Pikachu, doing the same and Pikachu scurried up his arm, sitting on his shoulder, calling out happily while made so many grin on how cute it was.
-Jack was looking at Mimikyu, who had an uneasy feeling about him, like he was something dangerous as Jack tried to read him, âHmm how curious- it looks much like that one, but itâs different.â
-He touched Mimikyuâs head, to find it only to be a disguise, flopping over, breaking it. Instantly Mimikyu was crying, dark shadows coming from underneath itâs disguise, crying out loudly.
-Jack did his best to apologize, but seeing the dark shadows quickly had many running, Pikachu had nearly been knocked off Aresâ shoulders, but he caught him before, âPik-a CHU!!!!â and lightning surrounded him and the war god, making Aresâ skeleton visible as he was electrocuted.
-Sylveon was chill in Hadesâ arms now, while still holding onto QSH, looking completely unbothered as she called out, telling the other two to calm down.
-Many were prepared to fight these strange creatures, thinking they were a threat as Ares was twitching on the ground, charred before they heard, âHey you guys! You were supposed to stay in the park!â
-The three instantly called out, seeing you running over and jaws dropped, seeing a child as the three Pokemon ran over to you, calling out happily, Mimikyu scurrying up your arm and held you around your neck, hugging you.
-Hades was polite, inquiring about your creatures and you told them that they were Pokemon, your partners, and after explaining what Pokemon were, many calmed down, as they had seen them before, just not ones like this.
-You apologized to Ares who told you he was fine, just shocked, literally, that Pikachu was so strong! You went to speak before you heard another of your Pokemon call out and you turned, seeing Snorlax gorging himself at an outdoor restaurant, âSnorlax!!â
-They all followed you over to the massive Pokemon who called out happily, seeing you while you apologized to the restaurant staff who were fine, as Snorlax didnât break anything, he was just eating his fill on the endless food that was available.
-Hercules was impressed, âThis is one of yours too?â you beamed, putting a hand on Snorlaxâ belly, âYup- this is my cuddly fat boy- isnât that right?â Snorlax, hearing your pet name, pulled you into his arms, hugging you close which made you laugh.
-You recalled him into his Pokeball, followed by the others before you heard Gyarados calling out loudly, as if he was ready to fight as the sky darkened, âOh no!â
-You all turned, seeing the lake in the park, seeing Gyarados stretching out of it, glaring down at Lu Bu, who was holding halberd, looking feral himself, ready for a fight as everyone scrambled after you as you shouted out Gyaradosâ name.
-Seeing this massive Pokemon instantly calming down, hearing your voice, turning from this human that seemed so adamant to fight him, lowering his head as you leapt, hugging at his face.
-Jack was in awe, seeing this massive creature being so gentle with you while Lu Bu was pouting that you took away his opportunity to fight something strong.
-You recalled Gyarados back in as you apologized to everyone for causing so much trouble before Hercules pointed back at where a picnic was set up, your picnic, âWhat about that one?â
-You turned, seeing Charizard snoozing on the blanket, fast asleep and you beamed, âThatâs my Charizard! He likes to sleep a lot but heâs just as strong as any of my Pokemon!â
-Charizard, hearing his name, woke up, sitting up and yawned loudly before walking over, hugging you from behind as you told your tale about how you died, taking your Pokemon with you, and now you were all here in Valhalla.
-Charizard rested his head on top of your own, still looking a bit sleepy, but Jack, Hercules, Lu Bu, and Ares were all easily able to tell that he was insanely strong, despite looking so unassuming.
-You were happy to have them all join your picnic, calling all your partners back out, telling them to behave this time, as you talked about your world, about all the different types of Pokemon you had seen, which they enjoyed.
-You were only a child, but you were a warrior, just a different type of warrior then what they were used to, but that didnât make you any less of one and they wanted to know more about you, and what drove you to become a trainer.
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Put up for Adoption
Reader: *walking by kitchen, seeing Nikola mixing chemicals* Brunnhilde said if you blow up the kitchen again, she's putting you up for adoption.
Nikola: Nonsense! I would never blow up the kitchen again- oops...
Reader: *diving out of the way as kitchen explodes*
Reader: *quickly rushing from area*
Brunnhilde: Who blew up the kitchen?!
Nikola: *singed and smoking, running after Reader*
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ÊáŽáŽ áŽÊáŽáŽÉȘáŽÉŽs ! ËË°âą*ââ· ÊáŽÒáŽÊáŽÊ
*part two / continuation of mistaken identity. can be read as a stand-alone but i recommend reading part one first.
đ°đŒđ»đđČđ»đ đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ ⣠smut ( minors dni ), fem!bff!reader, sex toys mentioned but not used, mentions of condoms but not used, cum marking, playful objectification / name calling ( toy, fucktoy), has absolutely no spoilers or deep lore, all characters featured are aged 18+
đ¶đșđœđŒđżđđźđ»đ ⣠please reblog && leave feedback.. not proofread so thereâs probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
where was it?
where was it?!
your heart was thumping rapidly against your rib cage as you hurried to the wardrobe in Rafayelâs bedroom and grabbed the latches. flinging it open, youâd hoped to see that damned fake ass sitting in a corner under a lump of his laundry. unfortunately, you dug and dug and dug, and hit only the bottom of the closet.
damn it, Rafayel, where did you hide it?!
although you hadnât exactly expected it to still be spread eagle on his bed by the time you crept away from a very distracted painter, you were starting to panic. it wasnât in any of the drawers beside his bed or in the closet. you took a step back with a soft breath, placing both hands on your hips. wrapped between your fingers in your dominant grasp was the cerulean lace that you were very, very well acquainted with.
the panties youâd had no choice but to wear lest you dribble your best friendâs cum from your freshly fucked cunt as you wobble-snuck out through the back doorâ the same panties that belonged to Rafayelâs sex toy. it was unfortunate that heâd moved her, and had you not known Rafayel well enough to know that he probably hadnât noticed the missing panties, you wouldâve been concerned that you were busted. thankfully, however, his sheets and the duvet were still wadded haphazardly atop the mattress. it looked like the same, warm mess that youâd crawled off of after heâd fucked you.
however, there was still the issue of the disappearing rear end.
âWhereâŠâ your whisper trails off, eyeline drifting to the bed again.
under it, perhaps?
quickly, you lap the room, past the door ajar, and drop to your knees. flipping the sagging sheets over the corner, your shoulders wind as you lean as close to the floor as you can, worming partially beneath the bed frame. your phone makes an appearance, clicking the flashlight button, you illuminate the narrow gap between his bed and the floor. surprisingly lacking junk, a discarded paintbrush with a maroon hue hardened on the bristles exempt, there was nothing of note. âReally?â you whisper, exasperated, before you heard a soft chuckle.
nearly bumping your head when your muscles jump involuntarily when youâre startled, you shimmy out from beneath his bed and look over your left shoulder. much to your dismay, the owner of the bed was propped against the frame of his open door, his arms crossed over his chest, the buttons on his white shirt unbuttoned just below his throat, flashing a glimpse of his collarbones.
crap.
the way that his ombrĂ© eyes followed you, twinkling mischievously, made a knot form in your stomach, but you slowly sit up, leaning back into the mattress. âIâI didnât hear you come in.â you tried to sound casual, but Rafayel had just caught you red-handed, halfway underneath his bed and you had absolutely no idea how you were going to explain this away.
âI could tell by the way you jumped,â Rafayel counters, quirking a brow, curiously. âWhatcha doing?â
double crap.
your mind races, trying to come up with an answer that would be funny and misdirecting at the same time, but all that came out was the bogus reason youâd given him when you crept away in the first place. âI told you I was going to the bathroom.â you offered halfhearted.
Rafayel wasnât convinced. âUhhuh,â he replies, faux pensive as he takes a step closer, âdid you forget where it was?â finally revealing what you dreaded, a smirk tickles his soft, pink tiers. âOr were you looking for something?â
you start to reject the notion adamantly, but when you sucked in the breath, you paused, and looked down at the scene he witnessed. you, digging under his bed, with a flashlight in one hand and a pair of panties that he probably bought in the other. your heart sinks to your stomach at the prospect of coming clean, but you knew you didnât have a choice. âRafa, listenââ iâm so sorry, please forgive me. i didnât mean for it to go that far. i shouldâve told you. i promise iâm not a total creep. you didnât know which of these sentiments were going to win the race to the tip of your tongue.
âI threw it out.â Rafayel interrupted, crossing the bedroom to stand in front of you in a couple of swaggering steps, before he extends one hand for you to take so he can help you up. at the moment, though, you merely stare at him, perplexed, so he adds in a soft, telling tone. âI didnât need it anymore. After all, I got a new one this morning.â instead of offering it anymore, Rafayel flicks his wrist and the tips of his fingers dance along your cheek, warm as a toaster. your eyes widen slightly at this, your lips parting, but no sound comes out as youâre sat in stunned silence. his fingers, however, do not pause and trace the shape of your open lips, his eyes following the movement for a moment before his smile softens, his lips hardly moving as he murmurs, holding in a breathless chuckle. âYou didnât actually believe that I had no idea it was you, did you?â
âI⊠had hoped.â you mumbled hopelessly, inching up the side of the mattress until you can sit on the corner, looking down at the evidence in your hands as you sheepishly as your fist swallows the panties. your shoulders slumped in hopelessness, âYou knew all along?â but Rafayel only lets free a chortle.
âWhat a shameful expression.â he notes aloud, before his fingers tuck beneath your chin and tilt it upwards, urging you to look up at him. it is only when you do that you realize heâs leaned down, his chin jutted out, his lips inches from yours. his voice is low and husky, âIâd be truly clueless to mistake a tight, warm pussy spasming and stretching around me for a lifeless, boring slab of silicone.â his eyes search yours as he speaks, looking for any hint of reluctance for him to be so close, but when he sees none, he adds, âI havenât been able to think about good you feel. Your grip on my cock when I pushed it in,â breathing out each syllable, Rafayel places one hand behind you, moving closer. upon instinct, you scoot back. he inhales, his other hand planting itself at your side as his knee digs into the mattress to walk you back with torturous slowness, âhow wet you became when I fucked you hard, how your pussy clenched and siezed when you cameâŠâ both knees now nudging your own apart, he crawls over you, until you fall back against the mountain of feather-soft pillows youâd been hidden under only hours before. youâre flat, staring up at his lean, looming figure, his face lingering close enough to feel the heat from his own, pinkened cheeks as he sighs, allowing a fraction of his weight to press against you, pinning you to the bed.
a very familiar shapeâ his hard cock through the stiff fabric of his trousers, prods at the inside of your thigh, eager to feel the warmth that your pussy provided, and Rafayel whispers to you an admission of guilt. âI tried to replicate that tightness, the warmth, when I jerked off in the shower, but I couldnât make it feel as good as you. I only frustrated myself, and have been suffering ever since.â
âSuffering seems like an exaggerationâŠâ you whisper only half joking, but youâre distracted; your eyes flicker down to where his body rubs against yours, the garments shifting and creating an annoying friction. he seems to feel the same way, because Rafayel is stripping you even as you speak, pushing your top and your bra up into a bunched up mess around your neck and jerking your shorts and panties down. you donât resist in the slightest, even going so far as to lift your bottom so he can undress you easier. both of your hands let go of their anchorsâ the phone and the cerulean panties, and go to his shirt, instead, unbuttoning it with eager, quick movements.
âDonât pretend that you donât also feel it.â Rafayelâs gaze is deep and longing, his voice thick and accusatory. âItâs been torturous, and itâs all your fault. This is your fault.â his voice is pointed, and he grasps your wrist, guiding your palm to press against the throbbing tent in his pants. your fingers twitch, desiring nothing more than to tighten, to massage and fondle the package so tightly wrapped, so you do just that. you feel him fully in your hand, and Rafayel moans a soft, encouraging moan. âLet me fuck you again, just lay here for me like a pretty, little toy.â it wasnât quite a demand, but also not entirely a pleaâ something in between.
but when his voice lilts with unbridled desire, you almost canât help but melt to his whim. you thought about telling him that you were not a sex toyâ not at all a hunk of silicone for him to fuck when he felt the urge, but you didnât. in fact, you swooned at the thought of being that worthless junkâs replacement.
because, truth be told, you hadnât been able to stop thinking about the way Rafayel felt when he throbbed inside you.
âThis is going to ruin our friendshipâŠâ you offered a half-hearted argument, but your fingers were already scrambling to unzip and free his cock from the cloth restraints of his pants. when your fingers wrap around skin, getting a feel for him, he moans, and shimmies whatâs left of his garments down his legs, kicking them into the floor.
âIt already has.â
those three words rang truer than youâd been prepared for, even huskily breathed as Rafayel leans over you, his palm smacking against the bedside table. ever since this morning, when you so much as sat close enough to feel his body warmth, youâd remembered for and longed to feel him fucking you with reckless abandon once more. every breath he took, every sigh that left his lips, reminded you of how he sounded when he was inside of you. and, if his confession was to be believed, he also couldnât stop thinking about it.
the friendship was already fucked.
all you could do now would be to nurture this new development.
Rafayel hooked his fingers around the gilded handle of the drawer and pulled it open, before fishing around blindly and retrieving a prophylactic between his first, two fingers. had you been his friend in that moment, you mightâve teased him for having condoms readily available. after all, youâd not known Rafayel to date many women. however, as his lover, your heart leapt into your throat in anticipation. but that condom that he was about to tear open with his teeth would rob you of that delicious, raw feeling of him with nothing in between. so, your free hand fled to clap against his wrist and stop his movements. âNo need for that.â Rafayel pauses, staring at you perplexed, his plushy lips parted. your eyes sparkled as he poured his ombrĂ© gaze into yours, reading everything left unspoken. the time to take care has fled with the friendship, because you craved his cockâ and would refuse any alterations. your back arches, and you writhe on his bed, slinking down underneath him until your body is in the perfect position to be taken. legs bent up towards your chest, feet sticking out on each end, and you keep your grasp on his base until you can give him a light and persuading pull, guiding the flared tip to split your sticky folds. âJust fuck meâŠâ your breath whistles in a soft hiss through your teeth when the first couple of inches slip inside, slow and steady, and your hand moves from his base to plant itself flat against his pelvis, feeling the muscles beneath your fingers tighten as he pushes inside you. âFuck your toyâŠâ
Rafayel grunts upon entry, because your walls spasm and ecstatically welcome him home. âI missed this pussy.â smiling, practically drunk on the scent of your arousal and his own thickening the air surrounding you, his hands push against your knees, spurring your legs further apart, as he sets his pace. long, deep strokes with firm, punctuating hip snaps so that his cock could pummel your spongy nerves. each time he bottoms out, the force coaxes a moan from your open lips, your body bucking beneath him, breasts jiggling in tandem with his pace. at first, you close your eyes, brows furrowed close as you focus on the sensation of being pounded and listen to Rafayelâs panting above you. thereâs not a sweet spot that he didnât reachâ from the bulging veins on his length rubbing against the grooves in your walls, to the bulbous head of his cock battering your g-spot. it was a much more calculated fucking this time; Rafayel was going to have you in the most carnal of ways. he made that clear.
your nails dug into the warmth on his hips, but you only used your vices to pull him in deeper, demanding with grips and moans that he give you everything he had to offer. you hear him hissâ whether from the pleasure of your cunt tight around his cock or the pain of your nails biting at his flesh, you canât be too sure, but he obliges, pounding deeper. harder. faster. âMâmore!â you cry out, your body undulating beneath his, eager to take every inch. small droplets of perspiration escape from his jaw as it lingers over you, raining on to your cheeks. âMore!â
âFuck,â Rafayel moaned out loud, pushing your legs back even further until he could lay his chest on the backs of your knees, pinning you to the bed with his body weight. âIâve never had such a greedy fucktoy before.â thereâs a playfulness in his strangled tone that is truly and utterly Rafayel. your eyes open, and glare at him, as if youâre ready to snap back, but he bottoms out inside you again, choking whatever sarcastic remark you had back into a pathetic gurgle of pleasure before he leans in and sighs heavily against your lips, âDonât you dare give me that look, I wasnât done. I was going to say that I love how greedy you are.â from this angle, with every inch of his body slick with sweat and pressed against you, he can reach even deeper. his balls, warm and heavy, smack against your ass when he pumps against your limit over and over, almost as if he wishes he could worm his way into your cervix. âTake it deep for me, greedy girl. Come on, come on,â he croons and his head droops forwards, closer to your face. his own is a pretty scarlet-kissed hue, his typically clear eyes are dark and stormy with lust, and you knew before he moaned, âIâm so close. Gonna cum.â
you werenât quite there yet, you needed a little more, but you could do very little than to grip the sheets underneath you when Rafayel rode out the force of his orgasm. rough, eager thrusts that had your head spinning, and your body twitching and jumping when he suddenly ripped his cock from inside you, leaving that familiar, sickening hollowed out feeling. he did so just in time to cast streamers of warm, white release over the lips of your used pussy, moaning your name as he sat up on his knees, one hand jerking himself off to ensure he got every last drop of his cum on your cunt. your thighs were trembling so Rafayel kept his free hand on one of them, holding you steady so he can finish his masterpiece on you.
âYou were almost there, werenât you?â he asks, breathlessly, when his satiated cock lays against his thighs. he releases it, and instead, runs his fingers up between your nerherlips, pressing the pads on your clit to rub it in fierce circles. the motion smears his release deeper into your folds, fully marking you as his plaything, but youâre much too focused on how good it feels when he strums you like this. âI want to make my pretty, greedy little fuck toy cum, too.â your button throbs against his fingers, your back arching, so he focuses the pressure a bit more precisely, scrubbing his fingertips back and forth over your clit. your eyes, eyelids droopy and all, peer up at the sight of him kneeling between your quaking thighs, his hand moving back and forth, his stare glued to your soiled pussy, and you come undone right then and there, swimming through the sea of bedding as your orgasm possesses you.
Rafayel didnât seem as though he was totally finished, even when the aftershocks wracked your body, because his fingers still teased your poor clit; and when you inched back, he followed. âTâtoo much!â you squeal, flipping over on to your belly. youâre entangled in his sheets, damp and smelling of sex, with your ass jumping and overstimulated, squirming until youâve managed to scramble away from his devilish, svelte fingers. he chuckles at the sight, and allows you to escape, before he crawls over to you and rubs your back to ease you out of this stimulated state. âI never thought youâd cum so hard, Iâll have to be careful with you, hm? Donât want my new toy to break.â he chuckles, his slick fingertips tracing your spine. he leans down, kissing your shoulder with parted lips. âMy new, favorite toy.â
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Since now we have Tsum Silver in JP, I just want Lilia to go through absolute baby fever.
HE NEEDS TO TREAT SILTSUM LIKE HIS BABY ALL OVER AGAIN!!!
" . . . I suppose I might have known," Lilia hums, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he lounges against the doorframe and crosses his arms. "Is this where you've been hiding all along, hm? You've given him quite the scare, you knowâ he's running frantic all around the castle grounds trying to find where you've wandered off to all on your own."
Nestled between the bat-patterned bedsheets and carelessly scattered homework assignments, Silver's tsum blinks sleepily up at him, the picture of unrepentant, bleary innocence. It makes no move to wriggle itself out of the cozy little burrow, and Lilia's grin only softens. In a funny way, he's all too suddenly reminded of those early cottage daysâ of Silver buried so far into his quilts during the bitterly cold Briar Valley winter, that stubborn tuft of moonlit hair poking out from the blankets like a beacon, a lighthouse drawing Lilia close until he could wrap the child up in the warmth of his arms instead and pepper his giggling face with good morning kisses.
A strange pang pricks his heart at the memory, and Lilia shakes his head with affected disappointment at the once again dozing creature, rubbing a hand absentmindedly against his chest. "I ought to scold you for distressing him so," he mutters with no real heat behind the words, floating the short distance over to the bed and settling down among the mess. "He's a good child, too good for his own heart. I won't have you causing him any grief, no matter how adorable you areâ do you hear me?"
A gentle poke to the tsum's plushy cheek begets no response, not that Lilia was truly expecting any with how eerily similar the creature resembled his son in not just looks, but behavior. It merely snored on in complete disregard to Lilia's words, and yet somehow . . . Lilia could swear it looked even more at peace than it had moments prior. Up close like this, if he ignored the uniform tucked around its tiny body, he could believe that he'd somehow found himself seventeen years in the past. He could believe that they were tucked away in the serene safety of their forest home, and that he was once again watching in the dumbfounded awe of a parent in breathless admiration of their baby's first slumber.
Deep in the pocket of his uniform jacket, Lilia can hear his phone buzzing, texts no doubt from Silver asking if his father has had any luck scouting out the dormitory for his wayward tsum. He'll text him back, of course he willâ he doesn't want to prolong his son's distress anymore than it already has. But for now, for a moment, he can't bring himself to glance away from the tsum happily sleeping in his bedâ perhaps it just might open its eyes and look at him. Perhaps it might yawn, stretching tiny, perfect little arms and sharing a crooked, perfect little smile under those silvery bedhead bangs.
"Good morning, Toto! I had the most interesting dream last night, do you want to hear about it?"
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Y'know, what if Silver and Yuu started crushing on each other?
Hello Kataba đžđ·đ
You know the White Festival Bunny Event had me giggling and reminded me just how direct and funny yet awkwardly cute Silver can be.
I can imagine both Silver and YN developing a crush on each other. Silver doesnât realize it at first, but everyone around him does. He gives you that bit of attention more. He seems more alert around you. Itâs probably Sebek who points it out and then Lilia comments on young love. Malleus is happy that both you and Silver like each other and how humans grow up quickly. đđ«¶
You developed a crush on him. How can you not? Heâs funny and cute in his awkward way. Heâs direct and not one lie to you. You know you can depend on him.
The hard part would be, well, you know his personality. đ If heâs giving hints of liking you or compliments, itâs hard not to think thatâs just him being sweet and his blunt self. đ
Iâm pretty sure Lilia is having fun laughing about the whole thing đ€Ł
At one point, I think he would straight up tell you he likes you for it to get into your head. You canât help but get flustered and recall all those previous moments.
But thatâs what young love is, isnât it? You learn as you go and communicate. From that point on, your relationship truly blossoms. đđ
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Of course Zayne's home is beautifully decorated đ„č
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Zayne is just so adorable. The way he allows himself to be vulnerable around us, makes my heart swell with love for him.
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Idk about y'all, but i love his sense of humour so much đ«¶đ»
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ê± ! reaction to you having medical anxietyâ
a/n: no in depth medical terms/procedures used, anxiety talk obvs. only the three main boys this time, hope you enjoy âš nonnie <3
zayne ! uses his status within the medical field to his advantage, as soon as you make it known which doctor will be overseeing your appointment he's straight to his emails- typing out a well worded paragraph in which he all but directly threathens the poor recipiant. it's not in bad nature by any means, in an ideal world he would love to be the one resposible but making the relationship offical meant he had to follow professional protocol. a few tiny favours would slide under the radar.
he'd hit you with an "im assured everything went smoothly?" when your back by his side, an almost none existant smirk lingering on his lips when his hand reaches out to offer you a small boiled sweet. he's a firm believer in sugar following procedures after all.
other doctors in the hospital start to get nervous when your name crops up but dr zayne doesn't care. not when your needs are met every time and you come back to him safe, each appointment becoming easier with his help- unbeknownst to you.
xavier ! is also the anxiety patient, offering to come with you to as many check ups as he possibly can- even if the white walls make his heart begin to race too fast and his palms sweaty, he'd sit by you the entire time. both your legs bouncing in place agaisnt one another, conversation almost non existant and your shoulders jolting when a name is called forward to the examination rooms. he'd squeeze your thigh when it's finally your turn, grounding both you and himself before speaking.
"do you need me to come with? or wait here?", you'd nod- not fully hearing the latter half of his question in your unsettled state but he'd know. rising to his full height, hand in hand as he led you down repetative corridors.
throughout the consultation itself, xavier would continue lettling you hold his fingers- your skin sticky as your thumb idly traces his knuckles. he'd notice when the words are getting stuck in your throat, pushing his own troubles aside to answer anything he could on your behalf.
rafayel ! would plan as many activies as he can either side of your arrangement so that you can't possibly spend the day focused on one little aspect that may or may not go well, something your prone to doing- even when the appointment is in the later hours of afternoon. your booked in at 5pm? okay, so he's going to take you for breakfast, maybe a walk along the beach afterwards. probaly some form of shopping, hit the claw machine as usual- that alone kills 3 hours.
before you know it, rafayel would have gossiped with you all the way to the waiting room, keeping you focused else where everything running as smooth as possible- in an out in a matter of minutes, "see not so bad right?"
he'd pull you off to dinner straight after, ending the night on a high that puts a positive outlook on a day that terrorized you for hours before hand- doubts long forgotten.
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Hereâs Thomas.
Profiles of Secondary Characters in Love & Deepspace
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TOY REVIEW - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN
Warnings : NSFW obviously, mentions of toys and masturbation, mentions of sex, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : smut (but lowkey funnyđ)
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So I donât know if itâs just me but I keep thinking about the bonus Apollo chapter and I have a thought that keeps coming back.
At the end we obviously see Python, which is super cool! Yay, heâs back. The besties are back, we win.
But there is one thing Iâve noticed.
Python is the only one waiting for Apollo.
There is no one else. His father and other family isnât there to see him, it is only Python. Yes Zeus and the others are busy with Ragnarok, but they couldnât take a second to congratulate him and his victory?
Nothing?
Only Python showed up for Apollo. In a sense, it proves how much Python cares for him, and possibly how much Zeus and the others care only care about Ragnarok at that moment.
I could be overthinking it, but it wonât leave my brain and I just need to share my thoughts.
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