#Cast RP

[maybanksprincess]

thigh riding.

warnings: thigh riding, fingers in mouth, kissing, jj cumming in his boxers, palming, tiny aftercare at the end.

summary: jj cums in his boxers to his pretty girlfriend riding his thigh <3

requested by this ask, (thank you anon!🤍)

it was 9:56 on a saturday night. your at jjs house and you had grown bored several hours ago. you were sick of scrolling on ur phone and seeing peoples instagram posts about their boring life.

you look over at your boyfriend in his gaming chair. he's wearing a wife beater and some grey sweatpants, his foot tapping the floor, softly drumming against the wood of the floorboard.

you can't help but bite your lip as you look at him, the way his arms flex, along his hands quickly pressing the buttons on his controller. you catch yourself pressing your thighs together in attempt to get some relief from the throbbing on your core.

you would've said something way sooner about wanting attention, but you couldn't bring yourself to draw your eyes away from how sexy he looked playing his video games.

you decide you want some attention, so you stand up, adjusting your shorts and then walking over to his gaming chair where his setup is.

He has his computer screen on the desk, along with a keyboard with crumbs of weed on it, (of course). Theres a joint, freshly rolled, beside his mouse.

you take a seat on his lap, straddling his thigh, and wrapping your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his shoulder and try to forget about the ache between your legs.

JJ immediately pauses his game, turning his attention to you, and setting down his controller on the messy desk.

"hey baby, what's wrong?" he asks in that raspy voice that never fails to turn you on. he looks at you with those baby blue eyes that make your heart race and your thighs clench.

"jus' wanted to be held..." you mumble, a little pout forming on your lips.

he can see the way your thighs clench as you look at his arms, and his lips involuntarily curve into a smirk. "yeah? you jus' wanted some attention, huh baby?" he can already feel his cock start to stir in his pants, and he shifts around, trying to get comfortable with you sitting on his leg all pretty like that.

in the process of him shifting around, his knee bumps up to your core, your eyes fly open and go wide, a high-pitched moan falling from your lips suddenly.

his smirk grows even wider "did that feel good mama?" he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it out of your mouth.

you nod and start to ground your pussy on his thigh, the wetness in your panties starting to seep through onto his grey sweatpants.

jj groans at the sight, "mm your gettin' so messy f' me baby. keep riding my thigh. mhm jus' like that" he bites his lip to keep himself from pathetically groaning at the sight of you riding his thigh.

he reaches over with the hand that isnt on your waist to palm himself through his sweatpants. his eyes roll back, and he thinks about how good it would feel to be inside of you.

he starts to hear your breathing get heavier, your movements more frantic. "are you close baby?" he asks in that soft voice, gently tracing his veiny fingers along your thigh.

you nod, and your eyes roll back as you continue to ride his thigh. you can feel the pressure in your core building up and his sweet praises have you at the very edge.

"cmon sweet girl, 's okay. you gonna cum f' me?" he asks while using one hand to brush your hair away from your damp forehead, pushing your hair gently behind your shoulders. he sticks his two long digits into your mouth to help with the pressure.

at his praise, and warm fingers gently weighing on your tongue, the pressure in your stomach snaps, and your orgasm rips through.

at the sight of you riding out your orgasm, and the feel of your warm cum coating his thigh, his cock twitches in his pants and he cums, shooting thick ropes of white cum in his black calvin cleins.

he groans softly, still caressing your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh.

after a few moments of silence, he speaks. "you good baby?"

you continue to pant softly, mumbling out a soft "mhm"

he nods, and turns off his gaming device, and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you over to his bed and you two cuddle for the night <3

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prove you wrong | r.c.

synopsis: in which Rafe might just love you after all

a/n: based on this request !!

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You should have known from the very beginning.

Everyone had tried to warn you about getting involved with Rafe.

He’s bad for you.

He can’t love you, he doesn’t know what love is.

He’s going to hurt you sooner or later.

You knew what everyone thought of him, and for once in your life, you didn’t care at all.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been together for so long, because you didn’t care if he was going to hurt you in the end. You just wanted to be with him, no matter what.

Bur you couldn’t do it anymore.

You couldn’t keep asking yourself every single day if he loved you, if he really wanted to be with you, if he truly even cared about you. You couldn’t keep second guessing everything about your relationship. You were supposed to feel safe and secure when you were with him, but lately, you felt nothing.

Ever since the beginning, Rafe had explained about his struggles when it came to showing you emotions and really expressing his feelings. Having grown up in a family where he wasn’t allowed to show vulnerability and weakness, you understood him.

You tried to help him come out of his shell, and you succeeded up until a point. But it wasn’t enough anymore.

This wasn’t a way of living, this wasn’t how someone was supposed to feel in a healthy and happy relationship. You were supposed to feel over the moon just at the sight of Rafe, not asking yourself if he really feels anything at all for you.

It wasn’t fair towards you, you were slowly realizing that.

No matter how much you loved Rafe and how much you truly wanted things to be okay, you knew that Rafe was in no place of becoming better at the moment.

You knew something had to change in order for Rafe to find himself and really figure out what he wanted from his life and your relationship.

And frankly, you had to be the one to make that step, because he would never even think about it.

Which is the worst part.

♡♡♡♡♡

The sun was shining brightly over the Outer Banks as you made your way towards Rafe’s house.

You had been up all night the day before, thinking and thinking about what you had to do in order to get your life in order.

And yet, no matter how many scenarios you went through, they all ended with the same conclusion: you had to break up with Rafe.

As painful as it was for you to come to that conclusion, you figured it was the best decision for the both of you, even if he wouldn’t see it like that at first.

That’s how you found yourself in your car, driving towards Rafe’s house at 10 am, determined as ever to finally put an end to things.

You had let yourself into the house, having been a key by Rafe after a year of being together, for emergency purposes as he had said.

Slowly making your way up the stairs, you made your way towards Rafe’s room, opening it without knocking when you heard the shower in his room was on.

“Rafe?” you called out twice, standing in the middle of the room.

“In the shower, I’ll be out in a second” he called from the bathroom, his voice slightly muffled by the shower jet.

You sighed and looked around the room, the room which held some of your best and worst memories with Rafe. Everything in the room screamed Rafe, and then there would be little trinkets that were so obviously yours, bringing a little personality to the otherwise dully-decorated room.

Smiling fondly, you took a seat on his bed and started playing with your fingers so you could pass the time, until something caught your eye.

Wide open on the bed next to his jeans lay Rafe’s wallet, but that’s not what had caught your eye.

You picked it up in your hands and inspected it closer, biting your lip once you realized what you were looking at.

There, right next to his driver’s license, lay two pictures you had not known were in his wallet. The first one was a picture of you he had taken while out at the beach and the second one was your absolute favorite picture of the two of you, taken by Wheezie at Midsummers earlier that year.

You smiled fondly as you looked at the pictures, the gesture so simple and yet in that moment, it meant everything to you.

All those thoughts about Rafe not giving a fuck about you or your relationship, all those insecurities about what Rafe really felt for you slowly disappeared as you stared at the photos he carried with him every single day to remind him of the one person he cared about more than anything in his life.

You.

And in that moment, your entire plan and speech you had spent hours perfecting, everything went out the window. In that moment, breaking up seemed like the stupidest decision in your life.

Faintly hearing the shower stop, you snapped out of your thoughts to see Rafe standing in the threshold on his bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist and another drying his hair.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” he said, flinging the towel somewhere on the bathroom counter as he walked towards you and leaned down to peck your lips.

His eyes immediately gravitated towards your hand, smiling widely once he saw what you had been looking at while he was showering.

“When did you put these in your wallet?” you asked him, leaning into his warm body as you both looked at the teo tiny pictures, so many memories of your relationship being encapsulated in such tiny photographs.

“Right after Midsummers, I think. We looked good and I knew it was your favorite picture of us, and that picture is my favorite one of you. I wanted to always carry you with me and remind myself of just how lucky I am to have you and our relationship” he confessed, and your heart started beating faster than ever.

This had probably been the most sincere and romantic thing he had ever let himself say in front of anyone.

How could you even think about breaking up with this man only mere hours before?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked him, looking up at him for the first time since he had sat next to you.

He shrugged, looking down at his lap.

“I don’t know, just slipped my mind I guess. It seemed like such a little thing to do, you know. After everything you’ve done for me, it seemed like the least I could start doing to show you how much I appreciate all of it” he explained, making your heart explode with so much more emotion than you thought it could handle.

“Rafe” you pouted, putting his wallet next to you and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you” he whispered against your neck, making you smile over his shoulder.

“I love you too, Rafe”

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[klipkillakai]

omg that last post was everything you are so good at bringing an ask to life! what about *insert your fav* with a gf whose super sweet and kind to people, animals pretty much anything but in the bedroom her “reward” for being so good is that rough shit like choking spanking spit alllll that. honorable mention to her still having a sick ass praise kink 🫠🥴

rafe has always thought you were a sweet girl.

from the moment he met you he’s seen your kindness flow out of you like a stream of bright light, always kind. always considerate and well mannered.

you were his sweet girl, his.. good girl.

and you deserve a reward for that every now and then. :)

‘plap! plap! plap!’ rafe pounds into you ruthlessly, fucking you as if he hates you, as if you’ve done something wrong, it’s nearly brings you to tears, your in reverse cowboy position, rafe sitting up behind you, kissing your shoulder with a tight grip around your neck and fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit.

with every thrust you and rafe moan, god it feels sooo good, you know rafe isn’t punishing you. you haven’t done anything wrong. this is your reward, heavy passionate rough sex, nasty sex, shit you blush at when mentioned.

“that feels good huh baby? you love sitting on daddy’s dick huh?, this your reward for being such a good girl for me aint it?” you moan in reply, you feel yourself tighten around him, you love praise, you revel in it, you thrive in it. especially his, oh! you love him so much it makes you dizzy.

“lay on your belly” you hear him rasp, and your quick to do it, quickly leaning forward and pulling a pillow for your head as you lay down and arch your ass up, your getting so good at that, rafe thinks, he has to teach you when you first met, the memories of him pushing your lower back down the first time you had sex flashes through his mind and he smiles a bit.

“ass so pretty baby” he whispers, he lazily spits and it lands on his dick and a bit on your sore gaping hole, he slides himself back in with a long relieving sigh and slowly pounds into and gradually picks up his pace.

‘haa~ haa~ haa~’ each noise you make matches his pace, he’s so big, long and heavy compared to his skinny body, it surprised you at the beginning, not gonna lie, but it was such a good one.

‘slap!’ you feel his heavy hand slap your ass and you cry out, the painful sting burns in your skin, melding together perfectly like yin and yang, like sweet and sour, like the sun and moon, how different you both are, you so sweet and kind, you bright as sunshine, him so rough and mean, him dark as the moon.

he pushes you down so you lay flat on your belly, and he’s on top of you, arms beside your head and he’s looking at you, his mouth slightly agape and just staring at your pretty face, he captures your lips in a kiss and pulls away “open” he says with a grunt and you open your mouth, he spits in it and swallow and show him after “good girl” he coos and press his forehead to yours while pounding into you.

your connection is so deep, as deep as he is inside you, like his ocean blue eyes when he’s deep in thought, he feels this more than you, he’s crazy about you, he’ll never let you go, and he shows that when he fucks you, he marks you, your his territory, your his kryptonite, someone he keeps closes because he loves but also because he fears.

you start to feel that pressure build up right below your belly button, your eyes close and you bite your lip, you mewl. his hitting that perfect spot and he sees it in your face, a ping of satisfaction shoots through his spine and makes his dick throb.

“gonna cum for daddy?” you quickly nod with unshed tears in your eyes “yea?” he hums with condescension, “i know baby, jus hold it in f’me”

you softly whine and rafe sits up and flips you over, he needs to see all of you when he cums, he pushes your legs back against your head and pounds into you, the sounds of your skin slapping together ringing through the room once again, “ugh!” he moans, a chill running through his body like electricity, he’s so sensitive now and your so tight around him he wants to whine, and sometimes he does and you love it so much.

he kisses your neck, leaving marks that are soon to fully form, nipping and biting at your skin, he loves your smell, your sweat mixing in with the perfume you recently sprayed smells heavenly, he literally licks your neck, slowly dragging his tongue down it and giving you deep slow strokes to match, your toes curl, your eyes roll and you feel yourself start to cum.

tears roll down your cheeks and you hiccup and whimper, he grunts and thrusts harder and harder until you feel his nails grip into your thighs and his hips snap into you, it looks like a bullet hit him, he winces like a puppy and looks at you with so much love it makes more tears escape from your eyes.

“fuck i love you” he grunts and you feel the ropes of hot cum hit your cervix, one.. two.. three.. no four times.

he looks down his mouth forming an ‘o’ at the mess you both made together, and he slowly pulls out, watching your cream and his cum flow out of you like sweet nectar, it’s so enticing to him, like the leftover frosting in a bowl, he dips his finger in it and sucks it, salty and sweet, he leans down and kisses you, sloppily and disgustingly.. you both are soo nasty and you both couldn’t give less of a fuck.

besides in his eyes you’ll always be his good girl, no matter what.

|a/n|

this miiiight be some of my best work, i told y’all i would be back, this is a little starter and i just needed to express my ongoing obsession with rafe mf cameronnnn 😭

also shoutout to who gave me this idea! thank you so much and i wish i did this inbox sooner! also i take requests guys! so request away! i’m making a master list soon so look out for that!!

[pintrestgrl]

Okay, listen!! Being very angsty here

Kook!reader and Rafe are wonderful together— the it-couple of Kildare. They both love partying and going on boat trips and shopping on the mainland. Rafe loves her and she loves him, and it's been like that for years.

Now for the angst: during spring break Topper hosts a party and reader loses Rafe while talking to friends, so she obviously goes to look for him, a little drunk, a little horny too, maybe, and poor baby finds him doing lines in some room and she just doesn't know what to say or do...

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aw poor baby. she probably thinks he’s like the perfect bf too. 🥲 anyways hi 🪼 anon !! i missed u ! i love this idea too send more pls

also, for your season 4 ask, it might be like terrible to say but i haven’t watched season 4 yet… ik shocking. but im currently rewatching all the seasons rn 😭

but i will try to do it once i get to season 4 !!

i’m so so sorry 😭

also this ask is from like weeks ago.. but i just now got to it.. anyways im terrible at posting

pls enjoy !!

sweetheart!kook!reader with boyfriend!rafe.

you and rafe had been together forever, and everybody knew it.

everyone knew that you were his girlfriend, and he was your boyfriend.

you two were perfect together.

you went on yacht trips on his family’s boat, shopping excursions to the mainland, and you both attended every party that the outer banks had to offer.

another party came, so naturally you went with rafe.

you arrived with him, and began drinking and dancing the night away as he subtly pulled down your dress from behind you.

you had been there for around 30 minutes, when you realized you had lost him in the crowd at some point in time.

you already were a bit drunk, and kinda needy at this point. so, you needed rafe. desperately.

you stumbled along the crowded halls of the mansion, accidentally opening a few sex-filled rooms a long the way.

you finally came to the end of the hall, opening the door.

you froze.

behind it, was rafe. which should have calmed you down.

but the sight made you want to run away from the whole situation.

he was sitting in the laundry room, his head down as he snorted a line of white powder off the laundry machine.

you guessed you let out a small noise of shock, because his head raised.

the look on his face, was nothing but one of shock. of fear. of shame.

he wiped his nose, quickly standing up from the chair.

you backed away a little, not able to find the will to speak right now.

he spoke to you.

“oh, fuck— god, baby. it’s not what it looks like, okay. c’mere.”

he attempted to approach you, but you only backed away. you didn’t know what to say, or do, or think.

all you could think of, was that you just witnessed your sweet boyfriend doing a line of coke.

you finally found it in you to speak.

“what— what was that, rafe? what were you doing?”

he took hold of your wrists, not allowing you to move. he avoided your eyes, his pupils blown out.

he spoke.

“nothin’, baby. don’t worry about it. just calm down, okay. listen to me.”

you nodded slowly, afraid of who he would become while he was on drugs like this.

he spoke again.

“let’s just— go home. i think it’s time for you to go home.”

you shook your head, rather quickly. you didn’t want to go. you wanted to be with him. you didn’t mean to see that sight, it wasn’t like you wanted too.

you spoke.

“‘no— please, rafe. i wanna stay. please, it’s fine.”

he grunted, shaking his head.

“no. you’re goin’ home, okay? just listen to me for once, god.”

you frowned. his words got so much meaner, and you could only blame it on the drugs coursing through his body.

he took a bit too tight hold of your arms, leading you towards the door, then to his car.

you got in, too scared to protest staying at the party anymore.

you were scared. very, very scared. you’d never seen rafe like this in all the years you’d known him.

he turned the car on, sloppily pulling out of the driveway.

he sped all the way home, his car going well over the speed limit.

you were frozen, and silent with fear the whole car ride.

you wanted him to slow down, but you were much too fearful to say anything to his face right now.

he arrived at your house, letting out a gruff noise that only told you to get out.

you reluctantly opened your mouth, and spoke.

“rafe, we can— we can talk about it. please? can we talk about it?”

he scoffed, rolling his eyes. he finally looks at your eyes, and you saw nothing in them. nothing but his dilated pupils. usually, you’d seen a hint of love or admiration in his eyes.

there was nothing.

he spoke, harshly.

“just— shut the fuck up. got it? get out. now.”

you sucked in a shaky hiss at his mean words, nodding and opening the door of his car, hopping out.

usually, he’d have the common decency to walk you to the door and say hi to your parents.

as you walked to the door, you heard him speed off. not even bothering to see if you got in okay.

you felt tears prick your eyes, as you rushed upstairs. avoiding the words of your parents.

you showered, and changed. finally sitting down in your bed.

you were so worried, so confused.

where did he go? did he get there okay? what was he doing in that room?

you thought about sending him a text or two, but deciding to drop the idea when the memory of his blunt words came in your head.

you took a shaky breath, rolling over and clutching the stuffy that rafe had gotten for you a while back.

you had many questions.

how could he just dismiss you like that? and treat you so much different then he usually did?

you hated what he had done. hated what you had witnessed. hated what he said to you.

but yet, you couldn’t quite find it in you to hate him.

you loved him, with everything you had in you.

and he had been hiding half his life away from you.

you let your tears soak the plush animal, as you let every bad thought consume your mind.

before you finally, succumbed to a deep slumber.

[jjsfavgirl]

Calm down party girl

JJ Maybank x partygirl!reader

Summary: JJ taking care of his girlfriend after a long night of partying.

I’m going to a party on Saturday and couldn’t stop picturing this hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings:alcohol, underage drinking, nudity, suggestive content( just reader being a horny drunk)

Part 1 Part 2

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“Jay! Jay! Did you get my drink?” I smiled, stumbling into my blonde boyfriend as he caught me by my elbows and stabilising me. Chuckling at my drunken state, he knew that now was the time to cut off my tab and send me home.

“Calm down party girl.” He began, pulling my closer to him as to avoid shouting over the noise of drunk teens and the 2000s mix blasting over the stereo as cheers filled the room. “Let’s get you home, princess.” He smiled at me.

“Nooo.” I groaned, pouting out my bottom lip, praying it would convince him to let me stay.

“You can’t even stand without falling over, hun.” He chuckled.

“But-“ I began speaking.

“Nuh uh. No buts let’s go.” He spoke, not hesitating to take his hands off my arms and scoop me up bridal style, his arms setting under my neck and legs like they were sculpted for his touch.

Not wanting to argue with him, I allowed him to carry me to the porch of the house. As he set me down on the wood, my heels clicked and my head spun from the sudden position change.

“Can you make it to the car?” He quizzed, taking my pink purse off my shoulder and stuff both our phones into his pocket as he fished out the keys to the Twinkie.

“Yep.” I giggled, my drunken state driving my emotions hire wire.

Shuffling my way through the car park, my eyes glowing up at my handsome boyfriend who was looking back every so often to make sure I was still following him.

He smiled at me brightly, interlocking our hands together and helping guide me as he spotted the Twinkie behind a black Maserati.

My bottom lip poured out once more as the pain of my pink heels dug deeper into my ankles, my feet dragging even more.

JJ took notice to my struggle and immediately stopped walking to check on me.

“Put one foot on mine so you can take of your heel.” He ordered, knowing exactly what was hurting me.

We had both seen this before, partying every weekend then ending in me getting a foot massage from JJ after wearing my iconic pink heels that were one size too small for the long hours of the night.

“No, I’ll hurt you.” I spoke, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t care, you’re in enough pain as it is.” He said.

I obliged with him, doing as he said and placing my skinny heel on his foot as I removed my right heel then did the same with my left.

Groaning slightly as my bare feet tingled from the cold, sharp gravel beneath them, JJ turned around, placing both hands behind his back and motioning for me to hop on.

“I’m not a little kid jay.” I laughed at his movements, placing my hands on his shoulders as I hopped on.

“What ever do you mean? This is a very serious piggy back.” He chuckled, turning his head slightly to flash his pearly white while both his hands linked under my calves once more.

He carefully placed me down in the passenger seat of the Twinkie, tucking my legs under the dash as he placed my pink heels in my lap.

Joining me in the car, he started up the engine and we headed back to the Château.

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Arriving at the Château, we spotted John B and Sarah laying with legs intertwined on the hammock outside.

“I swear she went out yesterday?” John B laughed, noticing my skimpy clothes and drunken state.

“You are one crazy lady y/n” Sarah laughed.

“You know it!” I cheered, throwing my hands in the hair as my strapped heels swinged around my bracelet covered wrists.

“Come on, party girl, let’s get to bed.” JJ ushered me inside the Château, guiding me by my bare waist.

I giggled, turning around to my boyfriend and placing a sloppy kiss on his lips then trailing them down to his tan neck.

“Nuh uh.” JJ pulled my wrists away from his chest, forcing my lips to retract from his body.

“Whyyy.” I groaned, pouting like a spoilt little kid once again.

“Bedtime.” He smiled, spinning me back around and leading me into the spare bedroom we called our own.

Plopping myself down onto the bed, savouring the smell of JJ (weed, sweat and cheep booze) JJ searched through his drawers and pulled out a baggy shirt of his and black biker shorts of mine.

“Arms up.” He spoke as he approached me, fingers motioning me to put my arms up.

A bright smile covering my whole face from eyes to mouth, I obliged as my arms swung in the air and JJ began to strip off my small “shirt”.

He did the same action with the mini skirt I had on, immediately sliding on my shorts and carefully shimmying his shirt over my long locks.

We both lay down together, his arms immediately wrapping around my frame as I played with our matching bracelets which lay so perfectly on his tan wrist.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He smiled down at me, his smile growing even wider than what seemed possible as I grinned up at the surfer.

“Yeah, I broke the record for most shots taken.” I smirked back, very proud of my accomplishment.

“That’s my girl.” He laughed heartily, placing a warm kiss on my forehead.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

you should go to sleep

pair: Percy Jackson x reader

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You and Percy had planned to spend the evening hanging out after a long day of training, but the second you stepped into his cabin, you could tell he was already exhausted. His eyes were drooping, and he barely had the energy to smile as he pulled you close for a hug.

“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, his voice soft and sleepy. “I missed you.”

You chuckled, hugging him back. “You saw me like an hour ago.”

“Still,” Percy said, pulling back to give you a tired grin. “That’s a long time.”

You both sat down on his bed, and he wasted no time in laying his head on your lap, his hair spilling over your legs. You started absentmindedly running your fingers through it, smiling at how his eyes immediately fluttered closed.

“You’re so tired,” you said softly, not really expecting an answer.

Percy hummed in agreement but didn’t move. He just snuggled closer, one arm wrapped lazily around your waist. His breathing started to even out, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.

“You should go to sleep,” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

“Mm, not yet,” he mumbled, even though he was clearly already half asleep. “I wanna hang out with you.”

You smiled, knowing that in a few minutes he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes open any longer. “I’m not going anywhere, Percy. I’ll be right here.”

He shifted a little, his hold on you tightening as he let out a content sigh. “Love you,” he murmured, barely audible.

Your heart swelled, and you bent down again, brushing a kiss over his cheek. “Love you too,” you whispered back, watching as he finally gave in to sleep, his face peaceful in the dim light of the cabin.

With a soft smile, you leaned back against the headboard, still gently playing with his hair. Even though Percy was completely out, his presence brought you comfort, and you knew there was nowhere else you'd rather be than right here with him.

[authoreetea]

Ocean Eyes

pairing : jj maybank x reader

summary : cute cute date with jj, purely fluff

note! after that last ep, i just needed to feel something again 🥹 i am in denial. also, back to lowercase writing cause i'm currently too lazy.

we are in y/n's pov (n/n) means nickname

the ocean breeze was gentle, carrying a faint scent of salt and the warmth caresses my face. i stood by the dock at poguelandia, my head turning when i heard jj call for me. i smiled as he got nearer.

he wraps his arms around my waist from my back, i lean into him and look up smiling. "hi j" i say, softly looking into his beautiful ocean eyes.

he grins back, the look on his face ever so familiar, he's up to something. "hi princess, got something for you." he says, turning me around to face him. i look up, intrigued.

"hm, what might that be?" i ask, my hands on his arms as i look at him curiously. he smiles and takes my hands, guiding me to his motorbike. "just hold tight, i have the perfect spot" jj said, emphasis on perfect, excitement evident in his voice.

i laughed, latching onto his waist as the engine of his bike roared. the air felt nice on my skin as jj lead me to this mysterious spot. only a few minutes later, he stops the bike and leads me uphill by the ocean. he keeps turning to look at my face, eager.

"you look so excited, baby. what do you have planned huh?" i say, chuckling as i still follow his lead. we finally reach the top and he opens his arms wide as if to reaveal something.

there was a blanket and a picnic basket on top of it, the sun was close to setting and the air was comforting. the view was mesmerizing as it perfectly overlooked the ocean and the sky. i gasped, turning to him

"you did this for me, j?" i ask exasperated. he nods smiling and pulling me into a hug. "of course, princess. i'd do anything for you."

i smile and kiss his cheek, as he grabs my arm and guides me to the blanket, sitting down. we sat cuddled into each other, my head lying agains his chest as he sat behind me with his arms around me.

"this is nice jj" i whisper, leaning against his forearm. he grins from behind me, kissing my shoulder.

"just you and me, doll. exactly how i like it." he says, hugging me closer. i smile into his arms, feeling safe and content. there was nothing else better than this for me.

jj tilted his head to look at me, his blue eyes looking into mine softly and affectionately which made my heart flutter. he lifted his hand to carres my cheek, i instinctively lean into his touch.

i smile softly at him, adoring the man before me. he speaks, "you're pretty amazing, you know that, n/n?" at that i blush.

"says you, this place is beautiful j" i say, lovingly looking into his eyes.

he laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “what can i say? i got lucky with you.”

i look up at him, the warmth and sincerity in his ocean blue eyes. the sun was setting, the waves sounded calming. without another word, i leaned in, our lips meeting in a sweet lingering kiss. it was soft and gentle, love just pouring into every bit of the kiss.

when i finally pulled back, jj rested his head on my shoulder, a gentle smile on his lips as he looked at the sunset before us. "i already have everything i have ever wanted, y/n. you're everything"

i smiled, my hands intertwined with his. "i love you jj."

he kisses the side of my head affectionately, whispering in my ear. "i love you too, princess."

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Perv!JJ maybank

Warning: MDNI 18+ perv!bestfriend!JJ, surfer!f!reader, allot of beach themes, mentions of masturbation and filthy thoughts, probably some weird shit too lmao

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to hear your name being mentioned and get a boner like the time John B said something as a passing remark and joke while you where there, causing JJ to have to cover his groin with his jacket.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to knock at your door with some $5 scuba gear and wanting you to go with him just so he can see you in a swimsuit.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to hear you having girly chats with Kiara and Sarah and start jerking off to your voice talking about god knows what..

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to buy you an ice cream imagining that your lips where around his dick instead of the stupid ice cream.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy who when he finally got you alone at a party would be all over you, kissing, leaving little hickeys, he just wanted you..

Perv!JJ is the type of guy who would want to touch you everywhere any time he saw you.

Perv!JJ is the type of guy to get you to sit on his lap while he’s pushing his boner into your ass cheek

Sorry guys that’s all I could think of rn :( it’s like 3am

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jj maybank headcannons

pairings: bsf!jj x bsf!reader

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you two nap on the hammock all the time, sometimes even sleeping on it together, both of your limbs tangled within each others.

jj definitely steals your waves when you two are surfing at the beach, and he makes it up to you by rolling you a blunt

you’re literally his partner in crime, trespassing old houses and stealing little things together. you both also have the talent of making lies on the spot and also making them match, so that’s a win.

when you wear outfits that show a little bit of skin, whether its a cropped top, or denim shorts, he's always got a hand hooked around ur waist, or around ur shoulders.

your personal handyman. anything of yours thats broken, he fixes.

walks around your room and smells your perfumes and candles, even getting into your makeup and bombarding you with questions about it and where it goes

burps in your face on purpose even though he knows you hate it

calls you "princess" and his "pretty girl" very often

collects seashells for u, and when he gives them to you he says "for m'lady" with a big goofy smile plastered on his face

your the only one he trusts to patch him up and talk to about his problems with his "dad" knowing you'll always listen and understand where he's coming from.

a/n: this is kinda short, but your girl has to sleep. goodnight😭

[cutielando]

healing | r.c.

synopsis: in which Rafe learns how to navigate life with you after his father’s death

a/n: i am having terrible rafe cameron fever after watching the first half of obx4, so potentially rafe fics coming up after neglecting my man:(

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Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The loud clock on the wall in front of you was ticking loudly, each tick matching the rapid thumping of your stressed out heart.

Ever since Rafe left to sort out a business deal, ghosted you for 4 days before calling you and telling you he had been held hostage, you couldn’t seem to calm down.

Your hands were always sweating, your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest as you anxiously waited for a sign, any sign that he was coming home safe and sound.

And yet, the hours went by, and no such news ever came. You were going out of your mind, trying to occupy your time by shopping obsessively with Rafe’s card and cleaning the house for his imminent return.

It was hard on you, being kept in the dark about where Rafe was, if he was even safe or if he was going to come back home to you.

You didn’t know what to think, and the minutes upon minutes spent alone with your thoughts were not doing you any kind of favors.

On day 8 since he was gone, everything was going exactly as the previous day.

You woke up, spent a couple of minutes staring at the empty space next to you in the bed, wishing more than anything that you would close your eyes, open them up again only to see Rafe in front of you, his ocean blue eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

But nothing worked, so you settled for yet another day alone, praying for your boyfriend’s return.

You finally got out of bed, did the little amount of self-care that you cared enough to do in those moments, got dressed into a pair of shorts and one of Rafe’s t-shirts before reluctantly making your way downstairs to the kitchen.

Had it not been for your grumbling stomach, you probably would have spent the entire day in bed, staring at pictures of you and Rafe on your phone.

Everything in the house was quiet, only the faint sound of the TV playing up in Wheezie’s room making up for the deafening silence.

You were just in the middle of making pancakes, smiling lightly because they were Rafe’s favorites, when you heard footsteps coming to the kitchen from the front door.

You didn’t think anything of it, used to people always entering and leaving the house.

But there was something different this time, and you didn’t even realize you could feel it in your heart.

The atmosphere was tense, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as if they knew just who had walked into the house.

“Hey, doll” the voice only confirmed what your body had already figured out, making you stop dead in your tracks.

You froze, your heart beating furiously as tears started welling up in your eyes. Slowly, you managed to gather enough strength in your body to turn around, your eyes immediately landing on the one man you had been so desperate to see.

Rafe Cameron.

In the flesh, right in front of you in the kitchen of his home.

“Please tell me you’re real and I’m not hallucinating” you whispered, the tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks, your palms almost shaking from the anticipation.

You had been waiting for this moment for an entire week, so eager to just see him with your own eyes, confirm that he was okay and nothing had happened to him.

It felt like you were dreaming, and you needed every single ounce of confirmation to say otherwise.

“It’s me, baby. It’s Rafe” he whispered, the emotions inside of him running just as high as yours.

You smiled through the tears and ran towards him, flinging yourself into his arms and almost knocking him off of his feet. He laughed in your ear, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he enjoyed the feeling of your body pressed against him, the feeling of finally being home to his best girl.

The feeling of finally being with you again.

Rafe had never before gone through so much shit in such a short period of time before. Being kidnapped, trying to find his dad only to learn that he had been killed in the jungle and somehow the Pogues were involved, not knowing if he was ever going to get the chance to see you again.

Not knowing if he was going to make it back home alive and not in a body bag.

All he could think about in those moments, all he could occupy his mind with was you. Getting home to you, feeling your calming presence around him, being able to just hold you and forget about everything else but the two of you.

The thought of coming home to you was the only thing that had kept him from losing every single ounce of hope and giving up on trying to get out of the trouble he had unintentionally found himself in.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here” you whispered into his neck, your voice breaking mid-sentence as you clung onto him like your life depended on it.

“I’m here, I’m home, baby” he shushed you, kissing everywhere that his lips could touch. 

He had missed being able to kiss you, to even touch you for an entire week, he wasn’t going to waste a single opportunity to have his hands or lips on you.

Neither of you knew how long you stood there, embracing each other like one of you was going to disappear into thin air if you let go. The only sound that could be heard in the empty kitchen was your shared breathing and the occasional whisper of reassurance from Rafe that he was really here, he was back.

Rafe didn’t even think about what had happened to him just days or hours before, he allowed himself to not think about his now deceased father and what that meant for his family. He didn’t think about anything else other than enjoying this moment with you, enjoying the peace of mind he got from simply your presence next to him.

He didn’t want to think about anything else but you and him.

But he knew he needed to face reality sooner or later, he knew he would have to tell you everything that had happened to him while he was away. He owed you that, given how worried sick you had been for him.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs and talk” he whispered at some point, making you nod but make no move to pull away from him.

He chuckled once he felt your arms only tighten around his neck, reaching down to help you jump and wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you upstairs.

Slowly, but surely, the both of you found your way to his large bedroom, sitting down on his bed close to each other, your hands intertwined tightly.

You didn’t know what to expect when Rafe said he had to tell you everything that had happened to him, but you knew he needed to get everything off his chest. Nothing ever came of him keeping everything bottled up, so you knew it was important.

But you definitely didn’t expect the story that you had heard as soon as Rafe had started talking. Each sentence shocked you more and more to the core, until the last thing that came out of his mouth were the words “I found out my father died and the Pogues are somehow involved in it”. 

The shock that ran through your body, the way your blood ran cold and your eyes welled up with tears once again, it was something you didn’t think you could ever experience or feel.

The sight of Rafe struggling so hard not to break down, but ultimately cracking under the pressure and sobbing into your arms, it made your heart break into a million pieces at the sight of the broken boy in your arms, your boy who was suffering beyond comprehension.

“They killed him and left him for dead in a ditch. Sarah just left him there without ever looking back. Who does that to their own father?” his broken voice said, slightly muffled because he had buried his face into the hem of your T-shirt.

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know” you whispered, your lips pressing kisses along his temple every now and then, the only thing you were focused on was making sure he would be okay.

You had to make sure of that.

The minutes ticked by slowly, but neither of you seemed to notice. Rafe had slowly started to calm down, his sobs now only reduced to sniffles every now and then, but he made no move to pull away from your comforting touch.

He had missed you so much, the way you seemed to understand exactly what he needed, you always knew exactly what he was feeling without even asking. He sometimes thought you knew him better than he knew himself, and it sometimes scared him.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” you asked, your voice soft as your hands continued rubbing soothing circled on the skin of his back and the back of his head.

He sighed, burying his face further into your chest, like a child begging for a mother’s love and warmth.

“Yeah, I just needed to get things off my chest” he said, making you smile sadly. 

“You can always talk to me, no matter what. About anything. I might not always know how to help, but I know how to listen” you said, making the both of you chuckle.

In that moment, even though neither of you knew what tomorrow’s day was gonna bring, you knew that you would face it together.

Just like always.

♡♡♡♡♡

18 months.

18 months have gone by since Ward had died, and since Rafe returned to you from Guadeloupe. 

18 months since Rafe had decided that he would do everything in his power to make sure his father would be proud of him. 

18 months in which he had been planning out his entire life with you, and 10 months since he had decided to make things official and propose to you. 

Rafe had decided that while he wanted to be like Ward in every aspect of his life and make him proud by becoming the man he had always wanted Rafe to become, he didn’t want to have a family like his.

He didn’t want a broken family, and he didn’t want to be a crappy husband or a dead-beat father for your kids. He wanted to be the man that you deserved to spend the rest of your life with, the man that would get to treat you like the princess that you truly were.

You had been there for him ever since he could remember, sticking with him when he knew you shouldn’t have, you believed in him when he didn’t even believe in himself. Every single time when he didn’t know what to do with himself, when he would feel like every hope for him was lost, you were there.

You were the light of his life, and he would never dream of having a life without you in it. He could never imagine being with someone else, letting another person know him on the level that you did. 

He could never live without you.

And you couldn’t live without him, either.

You hadn’t thought that your relationship with Rafe could get any better, but time seemed to want to prove you wrong. 

You couldn’t imagine your life being more perfect than it was with Rafe.

He was finally happy and free, at the top step of his company, making millions and millions of dollars, taking care of you and his family.

He was everything that you had ever dreamed of when you were a little girl. He was handsome, he was hot, he was sweet, attentive, loving, strong, independent, resilient. 

No words could ever describe the amount of love and pride you carried in your heart for Rafe. He had come such a long way from the troubled boy you once knew, having grown into the literal man of your dreams.

And yes, it maybe took his father passing away for him to finally wake up to reality and truly get his shit together, but you didn’t care.

Because you would always be with him, no matter what.

It was the two of you against the world.

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you’ve waited patiently all week, you’ve held in your urges and you were good. you were a good girl always, but sometimes even you have your faults..

the room is silent, you are silent. you eye the drawer next to you and you bite your lips in thought, should you? you want to.. and a little voice on your left is begging you too, but you also hear his—

“don’t touch yourself without my permission” he says, but this time you simply can’t ask, he’s out, doing something for work and has instructed you not to call him u less it’s an emergency, sometimes you hate how bossy rafe is, but the peace you get from it outweighs those stray thoughts..

another tick of the clock finally breaks through your control, you open the drawer and pull out your pretty pink sparkly dildo, you belly flutters in anticipation, you feel so empty :( you haven’t had dick in a day or two.. poor baby, rafe is always so busy and hasn’t fucked you properly, your aching.. it just feels so sore..

you grab your phone and open the texts between you and rafe, you scroll through and quickly find a video of him tugging at his thick cock, his grunts and groans fill your ears and your thighs squeeze together, you lean back against your pillow and slip your hand under your shorts, immediately being met with your slick and throbbing clit, you let out a sigh..

you tummy sends a ping of pleasure through you, you continue to watch and slowly circle your clit with your fingers, you spread your legs wider and they twitch every-time your fingers circle against the most sensitive point of your clit, you slide down your folds and press your finger tips against your sore hole and you shiver, you nipples perk up and gain sensitivity, you quickly lift your shirt up to set them free and your body heats up at the added sensuality

you finally let yourself slip two fingers inside, curling yours just like rafe does, he’s taught you well. you slowly push them inside, in and out..in and out, you mewl, “fuck” you whisper, your desperation begins to shine through and you quicken your fingers, pleasure! it flows through you, this. is. it. this is what you’ve wanted all day, god it feels so good, god your such a slut you think to yourself…

wait..

that didn’t sound like yourself.. that sounded like..

your eyes snap open, your fingers pause and you gasp, “baby?” you say breathlessly.. embarrassment and shame shoots through you, you see him in the door way, leaning against the white frame, arms crossed and an arrogant smile plastered on his face..

“oh don’t stop because of me, i was enjoying the show”

|a/n|

NEEED HIM NEEDD HIM S’BADDDDD LIKE I NEEED DICK I MEAN RAFE I MEAN DICK I MEAN-

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hi guyssysysysysysysys i missed y’all. i’m aware im awful at posting but send requests pls !!!

also know that i write for slytherin boys too !! like blaise, theo, mattheo, etc !!

i’m trying to post more but patience i beg im js a girl 😪

crybaby!reader x bsf!jj maybank.

“you too pretty to be cryin’. ”

jj said, as you sat horizontally on the couch,

legs thrown over his lap.

your mascara was long gone, spilled all over your cheeks.

you had a date, you really did. but, you got stood up. he never came to pick you up.

so now, you found yourself at your bestfriends house as you cried, and he comforted you.

he sat with you as long as you wanted, wiping your tears and playing with you hair.

“he’s dumb to stand you up. you look beautiful.”

you heard his words, but in that moment you felt the complete opposite.

“why’d he stand me up, jay? i was so excited.”

he rolled his eyes, subtly snaking a hand up a little too high on your thigh.

“he stood you up cause he’s stupid. like, brain dead.”

you sighed, still so upset. you’d even broken out the new perfume jj bought you for the date!

he spoke again.

“c’mon. i’ll make you forget about it, pretty.”

you nodded, sitting up slowly.

wiping your red, tear ridden eyes.

he took you in his lap fully,

manhandling you by your waist to make you straddle him.

he tugged your pouty bottom lip,

lightly tapping your chin with two long fingers.

it wasn’t long before he convinced you that you just needed to take your clothes off.

he told you it was just to help you relax.

calm down.

so you did.

he was your best friend, of course you’d listen to him. right?

he massaged your tits, the pretty soft flesh.

convinced you it was just to make you relax, ease your nerves.

it wasn’t long before he had his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you.

he just wanted to take your mind off the date.

right?

he had you mindlessly babbling, as you bounced on him.

thanking him, for being your best friend. for always helping you.

he guided your hips,

helping you get off.

kissing away the tears that escaped your pretty eyes,

as you were too cock drunk to speak.

you came around his dick,

biting down onto the flesh of his shoulder,

as he hit the spot inside you that made you see stars.

you felt every vein against your walls,

so aware of him inside you.

he came short after,

breathing heavily against your pretty tits.

he pulled out,

watching the mixture of cum seep out of your aching hole.

smirking at the sight.

spitting onto the cum covered sight infront of him,

adding to his masterpiece.

running the pad of his thumb through the fluids,

watching them combine.

laughing at you.

he just wanted to help.

right?

right.

[jjsfavgirl]

Kook girlfriend

Some JJ Maybank x kook!reader headcannons!!

Warnings:

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-the first time you met it was when your parents ordered groceries the first time you moved to the island and JJ showed up at the door, you immediately flashed him a bright smile and welcomed him in, only earning a grunt back (his hatred for kooks not faltering no matter how you welcomed him) but he warmed up after you helped him unpack the groceries and even made him a sandwich after you heard him stomach grumble.

-sometimes you ordered just a single ice cream pot just to see JJ again.

-you then began to hang out with the other Pogues more and more. You had already known Kiara and Sarah from the kook academy as they were the only Kooks that were actually bearable.

-then you and JJ began having sleepovers at your house every night, both very thankful that your parents ended up warming up to him and always welcomed him with loving arms into your large home.

-you two would cuddle up in your king sized bed as you flicked through Netflix and watched tv shows after tv shows. (JJ getting fake mad at you if you watched an episode without him)

-after JJ slept at yours for three days straight after a run in with his dad and being to afraid to even go home, you decided to take a shopping trip with your weekly allowance and buy you both matching clean white robes.

-the day you showed him the robes, he was so grateful that he finally obliged with doing a self care night with you.

-this included, face masks, pore strips and even watching your favourite vogue beauty secrets.

-yet it wasn’t until you were into the last step of your self care night and you began to pluck JJ’s messy eyebrows that you had managed to get your self situated on his lap as his thumbs caressed your thighs as your tongue stuck out the corner of your mouth while you worked your magic.

-“all done!”your words caused his eyes to flutter open, half asleep his eyes searched your face as you smiled down at him, your hands resting on his chest, running your fingers along the soft fabric of your matching white robes.

-your breathe was immediately sucked from your lungs as JJ hand snuck onto your cheek and pulled you in to place a firm kiss onto your lips.

-within the first week of dating, you had brought you’re new boyfriend three gifts. He refused them every time but couldn’t resist as you sent him a pouty lip and puppy dog eyes.

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Hope you enjoy!!

Love ivy🎀

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i guess i’m a fool sometimes

pair: Luke Castellan x reader

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Hii could you do Luke Castellan x reader where it's kinda based off the song Kiss Her You Fool And could reader be from Hades cabin too

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You were standing by the edge of the campfire, arms crossed, watching the flames dance against the dark sky. The evening air was cool, but not cold enough to chase anyone inside. Your cabin—Hades' cabin—was used to the cold anyway.

Luke stood beside you, just close enough that you could feel his warmth but not enough to touch. He'd been quiet for a while, his usual smooth confidence replaced with something unsure, almost awkward. You caught him glancing at you, like he was trying to figure out what to say.

"You okay?" you asked, breaking the silence.

He looked at you, his eyes catching the firelight, making them seem even more intense. "Yeah, I’m fine." He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Just... thinking."

You raised an eyebrow, not convinced. "About?"

Luke shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. “You.”

You blinked, taken off guard. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking a small step closer. “I’ve been... well, I’ve been trying to figure out how to say something. But I’m messing it up.”

You stared at him, confused. Luke was never this uncertain. He was Luke Castellan—the guy who always had a plan, who always knew what to say to get people on his side. Seeing him struggle like this made your heart race a little.

"Just say it," you urged quietly, hoping that whatever he was about to say wouldn't make things weird.

Luke took a deep breath, looking down at the ground for a second before meeting your eyes again. His expression was serious now, all hesitation gone.

“I like you, y/n. A lot. And I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” His voice dropped lower, and before you could ask what he meant, he stepped closer, closing the gap between you two.

Your breath hitched as his hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin lightly.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His face was inches from yours now, and your heart was beating so fast you thought it might burst out of your chest.

Instead of answering with words, you nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

Luke didn’t waste another second. His lips pressed against yours, soft but sure, like he'd been holding back for far too long. The world around you seemed to disappear, the only thing you could focus on was him—his touch, his warmth, the way his hand slipped behind your neck, pulling you closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, the fire crackling quietly in the background.

"About time," you whispered, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

Luke chuckled, his forehead resting against yours. "Yeah, I guess I’m a fool sometimes."

"Only sometimes," you teased back.

He grinned and pulled you in for another kiss, no more hesitation between you two now.

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C3E77: after imogen's solo scene in the dawnfather's temple (insp from @jules235)