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blondbrat · 4 months

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★ — SLUT !! drew starkey x actress reader

summary - your dating the man of your dreams, drew starkey, your fellow cast member and boyfriend.. but like always, people have to hate on you — the only comment people ever for female celebs existing happily in their relationships ‘she’s honestly just a slut’

warnings - use of y/n, slut shaming, overall shitty comments, stressed!reader

a/n - part of a drew starkey!au I wanna start. inspired by taylor swifts song ‘slut !!’ honestly in love with drew I can’t he’s so perfect :) as someone who’s been slut shamed, I definitely wanted to empathize how hard it is, especially as a woman, just simply living your life and getting hate for it x

If they call me a slut you smiled sweetly to yourself. posting the picture with a click of ur finger, a cute outfit for a fun night ! work had been going on long lately — not that you didn’t love every second of it. it was just tiring, and you were glad u could finally take a breath. just a chill night with your cast members and drew.. god, your smile turned into a cheeky grin as a knock sounded on the door.

you sighed softly, letting the weeks weight finally fall of your shoulders as you clicked off your phone — muting your notifications was an unconscious habit of yours

—instagram / 8:34 pm saturday

y/nprimrose : basketball game group date! their really trying to bet on who’s b-ball team will win, as if it won’t be mine! in all respect, it will be 💞 @*drewstarkey @*rudypankow @*madylncline

drewstarkey baby, my love, sweetheart, we both know what team will win, mine ❤️

↳ obxhasmyheart STOP this kind of relationship >>>

↳ user1 the way he uses the nicknames for y/n 🥺

primrosefanpage how does she always have the cutest outfits?? I LOVE HER

↳ drewsactualgf1 cute, the fuck? I guess if she works as a stripper…

user2 does she always have to have her tits out tho? just like her character wow

↳ drewsactualgf1 slut on screen, slut off screen. a slut in general 🥱

↳ user3 the only reason she was able to pull drew!! like cmon over here mr.starkey, I have tits AND a personality

user5 fucking put on some clothes. drew. deserves. better!!

user4 the fucks wrong with this comment section…

you didn’t glance at your phone once — drew peaking in with his usual grin. god, he was handsome as always. before you knew he pulled you into a cuddly embrace “hi baby, saw your post, you really think your teams gonna win huh’?” you beamed ! wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a soft peck — that shut him up quickly ! the night was perfect — everyone riding together as you all laugh and talk, simpering even more hysterically and playfully as the ride went on.

you found urself finally about to just relax. hand in drews as you all walked into the packed basketball building. crowed and buzzing with excitement. grinning sweetly at the array of papperazzi that greeted you, you all were used to it by now ! even posing in some as u four found ur seats, taking a few pictures with fans that seemed to be frozen in shock as u all waited for the game to begin.. you loved interacting with your fans, exactly why you requested normal seats — you loved being able to get to know them, helping them calm down once the realization hits in. it was as much as an experience for you as it was for them

“you look beautiful” drew leaned over and whispered in your ear, chuckling at the bloom of blush that crept over your cheeks. he couldn’t help himself, you did!

before you knew it, the game was starting — the turnover resulting in your team making the first basket ! you and rudy cheered, pocking drew in the side laughing as he rolled his eyes playfully. once more baskets were made and sarcastic laughs extanged, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder — leaning his head against yours as he kissed you on the forehead gently. both your friends too busy joking around to notice the sweet scene.. but it made it all the more perfect. this is what u both needed, just a night to be together ♡

drews arm still around you, you chatted with madayln — both agreeing work has been a lot lately while keeping your gazes on the game. your team was winning ! and you simpered, scrunching your face in mocking triumph as u glanced down at your phone — trying to slyly see if their was only a little amount of time in the game left, which would guarantee your favorite teams win ! but your recent notifications caught your attention instead.. and all you could see were specific words instantly ‘slut’ ‘stripper’ ‘a pair of tits and that’s it’ what the hell?? your face immediately fell, and you clicked on the notifications frantically.. expecting to find a porn scene or something with a woman who looked somewhat like you (which had happened before) not your joking post from earlier.. the picture wasn’t even the main reason you posted it. and let alone.. to get all this hate. for wearing a fucking shirt??

your feed was bombarded with hate after hate. slut, slut, slut and so much worse.. your gut twisted, a strange feeling of guilt and embarrassment fogging your head !! your anxiety spiking !! drew and all your friends were destined to see the post soon enough?? drew commented on it, just before all the comments were posted.. it was humiliating. and u couldn’t help but doubt urself —would everyone agree with the comments? did everyone think of u like that, just a pair of tits?? maybe it was a bit revealing? you’d struggled with these kinds of comments before u got famous.. and after the stress of non stop filming, the one day u finally let urself breath — this fucking happened :(( it was just all too much

your head was spinning — you convinced urself you were overreacting, this happened to all female celebrities atleast once.. but fuck, you never realized how humiliating it was !! until then.. u tried to breathe, and Drew noticed ur tenseness immediately, ur pretty eyes seeming to fall in.. shame?

you shook his hand from ur shoulder, standing up instantly “g-gotta go to the bathroom” you murmured — before drew could even grab your hand you paced away, dodging cameras and people as you slammed the door into the single stall bathroom. you just needed to process.. and hiding with the hopes drew hadn’t yet seen the comments. slut. slut. slut.. for wearing a pretty shirt?

tears began to well up in your eyes, satly droplets — and you wish they didn’t !! just like everything else that seemed to be happening, you had no control over it. your breathing was hitched, fast and panicked as u paced around the bathroom. reading every hate comment like you’d atleast find one that said it was a joke.. it wasn’t.

u were staring at yourself in the golden brimmed mirror — clumpy mascara running down ur face, leaving black stains in their fall. slut. slut. slutyou had just recently came to fame.. ‘slut’ met drew, the man of your dreams ‘slut’ and still, these small (not) things effected u— isn’t it fucked up? how its drilled into woman’s brains that it’s their fault.. for simply loving their bodies and being happy?

your thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the door.. it had been there the whole time “baby! y/n open up! let me in will ya? please baby I’m worried!” your heart melted at his concerned voice, eyes softening as you tried to wipe away ur foggy tears — meeting his eyes as u opened the door. ur best friend, and love of your life instantly swooning u in his arms.

“hey, hey baby look at me ok” he whispered softly, cradling u like he never wanted to let go.. he didn’t. “you scared me sweetheart, running out of there like that.. talk to me” his body was so warm, so hard, so perfect.. your home. and before you knew it you were letting urself breath. meeting his sapphire eyes. “drew.. do you ever-ever fuck do you ever look and me and frown because I look like a… s-slut” you stumbled whispering, adverting your eyes from his. “y/n w-what?!” he squeezed you in his arms even tighter, tilting ur head up to his so gently it felt like a butterfly’s touch. “Did someone say that to you?! someone here?!” he glanced around protectively, his face furrowing intimidatly before softening when he again found yours

“n-no.. just something I posted on insta—“

he didn’t let you finish your sentence — his heart breaking at the crack in your voice.

it wasn’t long before you were leaning agaisnt the sink, still snuggly in his arms as you cried in his shoulder. whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you let it all out — the stressful week, the exhaustion.. and then finally, the post.. the comments

you knew you would never forget the moment drew cupped your face with his hands, kissing the bridge of your nose — the touch so gentle it was like a butterfly. you could see the anger in his eyes, not at your of course, never at you. the fact anyone had the nerve to say such things about his girl, but more than anything, he needed to make sure you understood they were utter lies, being spurred in jealous envy “y/n please look at me babe, they are lies.. you are a beautiful, kind, and fucking incredibly talented actress and singer” you giggled at his empasis, tears no longer streaming down your face as u finally found his eyes “and fuck, the love of my life.. I’m drunk in love with you Primrose, and if some out of millions of people can’t handle that.. do what you do best-“ the words were like soft silk against your skin — drew, smiling softly, leaned down as gave you a soft kiss. “give them the bird, baby” he whispered against your lips, his breath fanning your teary face — eliciting a rapsy laugh from your pretty lungs.. god, he truly was your home

You know it might be worth it for once

—instagram / 12:00 pm Thursday

y/nprimrose : NEW SONG OUT NOW : SLUT !! ps. call me one, it’s worth it ❤️

drewstarkey your such a masterpiece baby, so drunk in love with you primrose ❤️ always doing what you do best ;)

you didn’t bother reading the rest of the comments, to occupied with drews kissing to even care (the song becomes a HIT)

Might as well be drunk in love xoxo

#♡ — chars writing #♡ — actress x drew starkey au #♡ — she mainstream cuz she popular #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #outer banks #obx x reader #fanfiction #rafe cameron #obx #rafe cameron x you

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marknee · 11 months

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bts fanfics i think shakespeare would plagiarise the absolute shit out of.

chapter iii. ✷ chapter v.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — the bastard needs to find better hiding places to ‘secretly’ plagiarise. the tavern, really?

( ♬ ) — notes were found in the trunk by the foot of his bed. not the sharpest quill in the pot, i’ll say.

( ✎ ) — word on the street is he’s been arranging a performance at the globe theatre next week.

( ♛ ) — why is this play being taught as part of the british exam curriculum? he didn’t even write it!

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.

NOTE: dear readers, welcome to phase two. did you miss me? it’s been a long time coming, i assure you, so i’m glad to finally get the ball rolling on the next few chapters of incredible stories. my quill has been neatly sharpened, so are you ready?

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( ♬ ) KEYNOTE — by @missgeniality

!! hoseok x reader | 18.5k !!

strangers to lovers, non-idol!au, smut, slight fluff.

dear reader, after some time away having finished phase one of this series, i happened to unwillingly stumble across some newfound knowledge of shakespeare, which enlightened all that i knew of. unbeknownst to me, shakespeare did write about sexual endeavours within his plays. exhibit a: “but i might see cupid’s fiery shaft, quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon.” a midsummer night’s dream, act iii, scene i.

but, did shakespeare write: “a gruelling war between your self-respect and lascivious yearning, a war waged for way too long - the fact that you're even thinking about it, your self-respect has to give in to your desires.” indeed not.

effectively, this story doesn’t grant you time to settle in. if anything, you have all but one option when diving in to the sharks: to surrender, allowing yourself to be thrown into the deep end - to a dark predator, who from that moment, sits at the table he’s created within your mind, body and soul, and feasts on every last ounce of sanity you thought existed.

truthfully, what could say it better than: “metal could melt under his scrutiny — you’re nothing but a mere mortal.”

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( ♛ ) ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR — by @faryn_rose (ao3)

!! seokjin x reader, jungkook x reader | 48.4k !!

historical!au, violence, drama & romance.

“no, you decided. monsters did not spare people's feelings.”

there are those who fall under the supposition of being an iron fist in a velvet glove, and there are those who persist it. if anything, i argue a third exist: those who prove themselves neither.

throughout this story, it appeared two emotions were consistent in their approach of lurking within its entirety - heartbreak and betrayal. after all, people find themselves doing wild things in the name of love. in the battle between two men, both equal in their share of time on the battlefield, to win the precious heart of the reader, it provokes the question: who do you choose? the proud general willing to die for you, or the gentle chief who vows to keep you safe? certainly a tough choice.

the title is seemingly a perfect choice for this exhilarating fifty-thousand-word story. for the loser is left wondering whether the fight was worth the struggle.

not mentioning the loss of pride knowing their attempts were, in fact, faulty.

but, as said, all’s fair in love and war.

“he treated me like i mattered, like i had power in this world. and i decided that i couldn’t let someone like that go.”

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( ✎ ) 1999 — by @tattookoo

!! campus royalty!jungkook x reader | 17.9k !!

90s!au, college au, hockey!au, fake dating, smut.

“kook, it’s really not hard to pretend to be into you. you’re very easy to love.”

with an unruly raven-haired rake with devastating dimples as the love interest, i am fully subscribed to the belief this utterance lies true. if anything, you’d be a fool to not swoon over this dashing playboy of the 90s.

this story hones into the idea of fake dating for the sake of rebuilding a reputation. but, as it seems, nobody’s fate truly rests in their own hands.

as we know - or will come to in time - a real relationship requires more of something that a fake perhaps less so: vulnerability. true, it carries the burden, yet it leaves space for commitment to linger, though as a visitor, and not as a resident. it seems commitment is what transforms a promise into reality.

the author does an incredible job of bringing every aspect of being exposed to the susceptibility of love, and that is what earned itself a place in my series.

yet, why is it we continue to delve into stories like these? well, for the greatest adventure we humans can ever go on: to run the risk of rejection, and to be completely okay with it.

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( ♛ ) HOOKED — by @joopiterjoon (ao3)

!! namjoon x reader | 102k !!

friends with benefits, smut, angst, 18+.

typically, when tornado warnings siren, it’s our cue to turn tail and flee. so when tornado warnings siren within people, why is it we do not take initiative until the damage is done? even worse, what if they siren within ourselves? as we know, we cannot run from ourselves.

“i need to work on me with me." while this quote may appear ordinary, i fear its the most impactful, and arguably the most important, piece of dialogue in this story - the understanding that the only person who is going to fix you, is yourself. a tough pill to swallow - especially if you were shattered against your will - but one we must digest eventually.

shakespeare wouldn’t have a clue, regarding all his characters are broken beyond belief - and that, in most cases, ends up being their demise.

alternately, this story leaves you with two ending options. i shan’t tell you which is best, dear reader, as that choice belongs to you. but, a simple thing i like to remember:

“love is loss.”

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( ♛ ) HEARTBURN — by @jiminrings

!! jimin x reader | 41.7k !!

heavy angst, emotional infidelity, more angst.

“the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars, for what thing is more fragile than the human heart.” i can’t remember for the life of me who said this, but dear lord, does it just hit the mark for this story.

to cheat is to lack integrity. which jimin palpably inherits. but, it seems in order to acquire agency, sometimes bad things have to be someone’s fault.

throughout this tripartite story, you witness the growth of each individual character - and perhaps the loss of parts, too. each has their depths, their faults, their beauty. nobody is left dry, and it truly brings the story together in a way that connects so well.

“guard your heart, y/n. let it be yours before you share it again.” i ask you, author, what provoked you to write such heart-rending words? and i ask you, dear readers, to bathe in the words i say next: your heart is yours before it is anybody else’s.

this story is not just about the destruction of a great trust, but about a birth of trust within yourself and what it means to wholeheartedly put yourself first - especially in desperate times when nobody else will do it for you.

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( ♬ ) TOLERATE IT — by @archivedkookie (ongoing)

!! taehyung x reader | 6k !!

heavy angst, one-sided love, forced marriage, smut.

“the worst way to love somebody’s to watch them love somebody else and it work out.” body better, maisie peters.

unrequited love is a killer. a crushing, sinking pain when your heart reaches the depths of your stomach, and it’s more common experience than one might think - especially between you and i.

whilst this story is still ongoing, i know i’m about to be completely swept off my feet. especially with leading quotes such as: “because before all this happened, you were his friend.”

this story feels familiar - the words familiar too. simply because i assure we’ve all been the the exact boat - the one floating upon stormy seas of rejection. we understand the readers pain, we sympathise with it, and we connect to it.

“not your love to be tolerated when you know you should be celebrated.”

we’re fools of love, that’s all we are. there’s no magic or defiance behind it.

and in the words of the perks of being a wallflower: “we accept the love we think we deserve.”

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( ✎ ) LEVEL OF RESTRAINT — by @lemonjoonah

!! jimin x namjoon x reader x taehyung | 13k !!

office!au, bdsm!au, 18+, thriller, smut.

“any position beneath you would suit me nicely.” why don’t you shut the fuck up?

now, tell me, at what point does one cross the thin line between obsession and possession? what are the defining factors, and when down that very same faded line, does one reach a great epiphany they’ve reached a place of no return? does ‘love’ not beg for sacrifice? does it?

setting the scene, with characters like these, it’s hard to not risk the fall of betrayal from the thrust of arguably non-consensual sexual situations, but i’ll let you be the judge of that. effectively, this story is one you have to experience for yourself, dear reader, in order to understand. there is only so much i can tell you- reveal, express, without running my mouth and ruining the whole plot line.

though, i shall leave you with one piece of advice. a thought for you to ponder on: pay attention.

and talk about jimin and namjoon being sex on legs all you want, but there is no denial this story has a deeper, more sinister verona.

lady macbeth said it herself: “look like th' innocent flower, / but be the serpent under't.”

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( ♬ ) WANT A TASTE? — by @suga-kookiemonster

!! yoongi x reader | 18.3k !!

friends to lovers, humour, shopping mall!au, smut.

"who are you, yoongi? what is your truth?” if there is something i can respect, should it be this line.

i believe there is a rich beauty in the small, gentle exchanges between strangers, to which ripen, transforming into the most special of connections between friends - and before long, between lovers. it’s a slow and steady process i’m sure, but i find those types of love are the most worthwhile.

patience is, of course, dear reader, a virtue.

in my humble opinion, this story does nothing but breathe fun from its very core, encapsulating the sweet essence of excitement - of belonging - and burrowing itself around you like a warm blanket. that’s the sheer power of a writer - to familiarise the strange and mystify the familiar.

tell, aren’t you intrigued?

“all the time you've spent with him has already alerted you to the fact that his hard persona is all a front.”

took you long enough.

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( ♛ ) THE WEDDING ARRANGEMENT — by @sugaurora (ao3)

!! namjoon x black!reader | 44.2k !!

enemies with benefits to lovers, smut, romance.

“and maybe that's because it wasn't the kind of love you always expected, but something different that you hadn't fully let yourself accept.” if this were any other topic of matter, i would let wit take its course. however, as it is not, i am inept from doing so - rather i shall let your own imagination prove itself dominant, dear reader.

effectively, if there is anything this story has mastered, it’s the realisation that assumptions can erode any relationship, and inevitably are a fate we, the human race, continue to face and to fight.

“strangely, the first thing you thought of was home.” while i presume i join the line of overdue attendants to stumble across this indescribable romance, to say its definitely left its mark - perchance, more.

if you seek a delicious story to sink your teeth into, let this take the cake. besides, the story isn’t the only appetising option on the menu.

“you're a walking erotic novel cover, namjoon.”

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( ✮ ) FINAL SLEIGH — by @floralseokjin

!! seokjin x reader | 23.3k !!

office!au, rivals/enemies to lovers, smut.

in order to reach the beautiful rose nestled within its bush, you must first combat the prickly thorns to which ensure its survival by the name of protection. mind you, shakespeare never said that - i did. my quill is just as sharp it’s practically lethal.

the art of protection within humans, i say, is much different. it jumps out in strange forms, but each is just as valid as the other. which is what indefinitely makes this trope all the more interesting - especially in this story.

“feelings was a scary word, an uncertain word, but you thought you liked the way it made you feel.” arguably, if a pair are able to surmount this indescribable nine letter word, possibly even sit with the idea, then perhaps their journey marks itself a success. and that to me, is worth fighting for.

this story is a perfect mix between comedy and actuality, plenishing us of pure enjoyment while hooking us round the legs in the name of desire disguised. a perfect mask, indeed.

we’re all playing with fire. but if you don’t take that foolish risk, how’d you know you’d burn?

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( ✮ ) SIT. STAY. — by @daechwitatamic

!! seokjin x reader | 14k !!

neighbours!au, dog parent!au, smut.

“if you love somebody, let them go.” not to delve too deep into things, but baring in mind society’s self-destructive addiction to faster living, it poses the question whether “stay” within this context carries a much heavier weight than intended. asking someone to stick by you in a world which thrives on the act of haste, is a form of intimacy one may not throughly tread.

but understand this, dear readers, i do not miss anything.

the affinity within this story is one to point out. it’s so raw and genuine that it feels uncomfortably natural - to the point that freshly reading this felt like returning to an old friend your soul grew attached to in a past life, glad - and almost grateful - to encounter them once more.

“would you be better off telling him later, when things are settled, when you can tie up the story nice and neat?” oh, how you wound me. just so, the new in a relationship is a hard course to navigate, especially when it comes to our deepest shadows - perhaps it would be easier to stick a decorative bow over the cracks.

but then again, how else would light get in?

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( ♛ ) BLOOM — by @hobidreams

!! florist!namjoon x assassin!reader | 20.7k !!

smut, action, angst, opposites attract.

in the nature of life, it is normal for us to resist death. but in the nature of the world, in the end, death overwhelms life. but ‘tis not death itself we find ourselves afraid of, rather the possibility of it. “like how a child fears what might lay beyond a closet door, beneath a four-frame bed.”

even i fed the dark, hungry demon of that spiralling thought once.

within this captivating story, the two main characters of life and death coexist beside each other. neither try to dominate and drain the power of the other. they simply rest, side by side, together. while joon grows life through his plants, the reader strips that of what is so. to each to their own. the birth, and the destruction.

but, dear reader, does life beg the existence of death? or simply, is it the other way around? can death suffice without existence? “you can't seem to sleep… without the comfort that there's something growing, thriving in life just a few feet away.” …perhaps.

despite the pair being so different from one another, neither allow that defining characteristic the chance to ruin their dangerous, but very real connection. well… until the last petal falls.

but i shall let you discover that for yourself.

TAGLIST: @screamertannie @bebejungkook @taleasnewastime

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pumpkin-patch-cat · 4 months

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New Job, Who Dis?!

(Grim x Gender Neutral Reader)

Warnings:(DLC ending spoilers. Suggestive themes)

Grim is now living rent free in my brain.

After completing the DLC ending of A Date with Death, I have decided it is my favorite ending and conjured up a little dialog. This oneshot hints to the endings outcome, so spoiler warning ⚠️. This was written quickly, so pardon any grammatical errors! Enjoy!

“Hold up, start from the top. What's my job description again?”

“Your job will be to give life back to those who aren't supposed to die. Sometimes, innocent people are caught up in things where losing their life was NOT part of the original plan. Because your soul harbors the essence of life itself, with you at my side, you'll be able to attempt to save those people who are at the presepist of dying too early.”

“Attempt?” You eye him quizzically from your place at your desk. Casper is sat at the foot of your bed, long legs outstretched, hands in his lap. He nods and continues.

“Basically, when a mortal is on the verge of death, their soul has become tainted with what we call a ‘blight’ or ‘blight of death’. Similar to ‘the taint’ for reapers, though much much harder to bounce back from when the soul or a mortals very existence is overtaken or ‘infected’ if you will. Some people can bounce back on their own, while others succumb and meet their unfortunate end. I say attempt because sometimes a mortal is beyond cleansing. The blight is too far gone, and no amount of divine intervention will save their existence....so naturally, when we, no, you receive cases like this, time is of the essence.

“I see...wow, that's heavy. No pressure or anything. Sheesh.”

“Yes. The job will be difficult at times. Y/n, there will be times when a person will be beyond help. You'll want to save them desperately. Times where no matter how much effort is placed into saving them, it may not work, and you will be angry. I can't tell you how many times I've witnessed an innocent person parish entirely too early at the hands of a twisted version of fate. Those moments are out of my hands, and I have to ferry them away regardless. But that's where you'll come in.”

“Sooo I'm basically an angel??”

“No, they're grotesque creatures. They instill fear in humans and sugar coat their acts with pretty words. You'll actually give hope. Plus, you're much prettier than they are. Who really needs that many eyes and wings, honestly??? But anyways…”

You fall silent in deep thought.

“Y/n? Why are you screwing up your face like that?”

“Can I really do this, Casper? What if I mess up??”

“My sweetest, little nightmare. I'll be there with you every step of the way.” Casper smiles reassuringly.

“Thank God. OH! Do I get a cool ass scythe of my own, too?” You perk up almost immediately, wistfully looking at his impressive weapon that is currently leaning against your wall nearest the door.

“I...I'll never get used to the way you can flip subjects so easily. But yes, I guess. Once you're settled, we will get you fitted with a 'cool ass scythe'. Or at least a decent weapon you'll use to channel your soul energy. I know a guy.”

“You know a guy? That doesn't sound shady at all, but fuck yea!”

He chuckles softly at your enthusiasm.

“I'm glad you're okay with this decision. I really couldn't think of a better way for this to work out for both of us but-”

“But you have a big, sexy brain that was able to figure it out, now you're stuck with me foreeevvver.” You beam, triumphantly.

“I suppose I am, and quite frankly, I would have it no other way.” With a smile on his face, Casper stands, reaches for your hands, and pulls you to your feet.

“Awww, little reaper. Since when did you get so mushy? It makes me want to violate yo- I mean...I could really go for some food right about now. Yea, food. That's what I meant."

“...You really are something else. We will grab something on the way to my place.”

“Bet. Finally making good on us moving in together?”

“Obviously. I can't escape you.”

“It was inevitable, Casper”

“Seems so…and by the way…”

Casper slips his arm around your waist gently, leaning into your ear.

“I'll take you up on that offer of 'violating' me later, my little nightmare.”

“You just want to be stepped on.”

“S-stepped on? What..uh...I”

“The blush on your cheeks says you do. Can't take it back now. Your fate is sealed. I hope you're ready.” you wink.

“Haaa....fuck.”

#help I love him #ahhhh #a date with death #grim reaper #grim #grimmy #oneshot #casper #grim x reader #writing

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neet-elite · 2 months

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Adonis — (SDV) Alex [VALENTINES EVENT]

Pairing: Alex / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 6192 Warnings: ropes/restraints, worship, overstimulation, dacryphilia, size difference, established relationship, L-bombs, drool/spit, creampie Synopsis: “Comfy?” He smiles at you, all genuine and tone full of adoration. More than anything, he wants you to be happy and comfortable, even with the awkward position he’s currently resting in. Wrists tied tight behind his back, legs kept spread for ease of access. He doesn’t mind at all, so long as you’re kept pleased.

A/N: there needs to be more alex content. there needs to be more worshipping alex content. there needs to be more- you get the point. i love my dumb himbo so much and wanted to completely and utterly dote on him for valentines day so here's to ruining big strong alex tonight <3 happy valentines day !!!

When you came to him with pretty pink ropes this afternoon he’d imagined something… Different, at the very least. Not that he’s complaining, no! Absolutely not, he would never even dream of complaining about anything when it comes to you, even as his arms flex and bulge against the tight restraints you’ve forced upon him tonight. The feeling of his muscles burning under the scratchy material only heightens his approval of how tonight has turned, a low grumble of appreciation rising from his chest when you finally join him on your shared bed, nestled nice and snug between his thighs. It’s one of his favourite places to see you, truthfully.

“Comfy?” He smiles at you, all genuine and tone full of adoration. More than anything, he wants you to be happy and comfortable, even with the awkward position he’s currently resting in. Wrists tied tight behind his back, legs kept spread for ease of access. He doesn’t mind at all, so long as you’re kept pleased. Because that’s what a good boyfriend does, and he hopes to excel in that regard.

You nod in return, cute smirk on your lips for him to gently laugh at. Despite his bindings, he’s comfortable too. Of course he is, you’re right next to him; the love of his life and his valentine girl tonight. Though he’d imagined the night going differently, having has his own hopeless romantic plans for tonight, he can’t deny the giddy excitement that bubbles to his lungs with the way you observe him, leading to breathless laughter as you settle nicely between his legs. “Good. I’m glad,” He says as he sinks into the soft sheets, thankful for their gentle embrace against the rough ropes. “I love you.” He whispers once cosy, mouthing it once more when your small hands brace against his toned chest, the barely noticeable dig of your nails into his exposed pecs causing him to inhale sharply.

You haven’t clued him in to too much of your ambitions tonight, only that he requires restraint for your plans to exist. He’d readily accepted when you asked him to sit still, God, he’d give you the world if you so much as asked, so a little rope is nothing compared. Especially when your nails trail down to his tummy, so lightly that he shivers into your touch, arching his back just a little more in an unvoiced asking of more— which you obviously pick up on, giggling to yourself when you immediately withdraw your hands in favour of watching him squirm.

He can’t help but smile back at you, beaming at the cute sounds you make as he wiggles around, pretending to try and escape for your enjoyment. “Whatcha got planned this evening, hm?” He encourages you, egging you on to continue teasing him, bulge quickly hardening in his underwear before your very eyes with the flirty way you’ve been treating him tonight. Like an endless honeymoon, he’s forever starstruck by your embrace, skin tingling and cheeks flushing at even just the little hum you let out in faux thought. You know him like the back of your hand, so he’s not too concerned with what you must be thinking about having him endure. That, and he trusts you. Wholly and completely, you’ve always got his best interests at heart.

You wouldn’t be his Valentine if that wasn’t the case.

So when you hit him with; “It’s a secret.” he can’t help but nod pliantly, eager to let you get on with the show in your own time. Because if he’s honest, watching you have fun between his legs is enough to have his cock twitching, the feeling of your thighs riding his own as you sit obediently before him is so nice, skin on skin contact going straight to his head— and his heart. “S’at so?” is all he offers you, head tilting to the side with curiosity over your actions. The way you keep dancing your fingers along his tummy, smiling to yourself when his muscles flex and move under your dainty touch. He’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t excited, clearly evident from how his boxers tent before you’ve even had a chance to touch his cock. And, the fact that he wants to ignore your ask of sit still in favour of thrusting his cock towards you; an attempt to beg please, look at how much I need you.

Because he always does need you. Wants for you so badly that even just ghosting his tip is enough to have him sighing, biting down on his bottom lip mischievously when you quirk a brow at him.

“What?” he questions you sincerely, releasing another sigh into the space left between when you repeat the action, only this time a little more purposeful. Has his legs stretching out more, opening further to receive more of your love. “Feels good, babe.” He hums, staring right back at you and your playful expression, happy to have your hands on him in any capacity, but especially when you palm circles gently around his leaking tip. Fuck, you affect him so easily— and he’s all too eager to show you. Shifting his weight around so that his back slides a little off the bed headboard, inching closer to you the bolder your touch becomes.

“Can’t blame me for enjoin’ it.”

“I’m not.” You reassure him, but your little giggles give you away. Not that he cares, mind you. Where others might be embarrassed about being so in love, so completely infatuated that barely there rubbing is enough to get him going, his head resting back against the headboard in satisfaction; he couldn’t care less. It only goes to show just how completely in love with you he is, unafraid to showcase just how needy he is for you as he rolls his hips into your open palm, moaning quietly to himself when you reciprocate his begging with a loosely closed fist around the tip of his cock. Fuck, that’s it. Can’t stop himself from fighting with his restraints a little in an effort to properly appreciate you some more, but he’s immediately reminded by the harsh burn against his skin that you’ve disallowed him from such luxuries.

And that’s so fucking hot to him, fuck; he gets it now. To be prohibited, forbidden to cup your cheeks and press sloppy kisses all over your cute little face. Banned from running his hands up and down your arms, from pinching your waist and pulling you gently onto his lap. It feels strangely good to be completely at your mercy like this, in spite of his squirming and huffing. You wanna play with him to your hearts content? God, please, he finds himself thinking. Offering you more wiggle room by planting his feet by either side of you, cock squished between his thighs with your palm petting his hidden length. Feels too fucking good that he’s already a little dizzy with desire.

But he wants for more. Always does when it comes to you, quickly finding that he can never have enough of you.

“Planning on teasing me all night?” He flirts, even if he intrinsically knows he’s in no position to do so. He’d helped you tie the rope as tight as possible, so despite his strength he knows he’ll never be able to burst out of his bondage. All bark and no bite, but he figures you don’t mind his pestering when you wrap your tiny fist around his fat cock tighter, immediately knocking the wind out of him. You’ve got the upper hand here, and the fact that you know that only riles him up some more, cock twitching in your hold as his breathing grows heavier. Was it always this hot in your room?

“No, I’m just taking my time,” you elaborate, keeping good on your promise by giving his cock another squeeze, and he’s sure that despite the fabric barrier you can feel how hard it pulses against your fingertips. He’s about to retort back but you forbid him even that, smiling as you speak. “Appreciating you like you deserve for once.”

Brief confusion surely laces his features, he knows he’s not the best at hiding his emotions, especially from you. But as if you know exactly what he’s concerned about, you begin tugging his cock so lightly it’s almost painful, his boxers quickly proving bothersome with how they steal most of your touch, even if your hand is wrapped around his girth nicely. “You always take care of me, Alex…” you pout cutely, and he can’t deny that. It’s probably his favourite thing to do in the world, to take care of you. And by that he means that he likes to eat you out for hours on end, hands wrapped bruisingly around your waist to keep you pinned in place until he’s done. Bouncing you up and down his fat cock all morning because you deserve one more orgasm, c’mon, just gimmie one more, promise. Fingering you all night while you try to work, because you work so hard all day, babe. lemme reward you. “It’s my turn now… Is that okay?” you ask so sweetly that he automatically answers with a nod without much thinking, too busy leaning into his imagination of recalled instances, the cute moans he’s fucked out of you during the course of your relationship, how pretty you look when begging and crying for him.

And then it dawns on him, hits him all at once with alarming clarity. If that’s what you’re referring to, then… “W-Wait, babe, promise m’good. Would rather look after you actually—” he rushes to reassure you, voice shaking in both worry and excitement; he’s not sure which is strongest.

You still stroke his cock as you speak, and it makes it difficult for him to think at all, let alone think straight. “Mm, I thought you might say that,” you start, letting go of his pulsing hard on for him to whine at, his cheeks flushing deeper at the dulcet tone you’ve managed to get out of him. Embarrassing, sure, but his cock argues otherwise. Leaking more precum inside his underwear, making them all sticky and sheer for you to bite your lip at. “But I really wanna look after you tonight, for Valentines day… Can I?” You seek his consent again, and how can he say no to that pretty face? You nust understand, right?

So that’s what the rope is for. To make sure he can’t interfere with your plans, forcing him to accept defeat not only verbally with a swift yes, of course babe but also physically. Wrists pinned to his back, your legs keeping his own open just like what he’s done to you plenty times before.

Fuck he’s so turned on. You’re so fucking hot to him like this, in control of the situation so completely that he can’t even touch you? He nods up at you, eyes squinting in on where your hands idly toy with the hem of his boxers, assumedly awaiting his go ahead.

“Uh, yeah, fuck. Sure. Please, even.” He laughs to himself, but it’s halfhearted at best. Quickly transitioning into a lewd gasp when your hand makes contact with his bear cock, his hips instinctively lifting to aid you in getting his underwear completely off. Once they’re thrown to the side he hisses into the cold air that greets his wet cock, choking on a moan when you press a finger to the back of his tip to pull him towards you, letting go only to make him heave at the slap of his cock against his tummy. The lewd trail of precum connecting his tip to his belly button is quickly collected by your finger, the sight of you pressing it to your puckered lips sends him over the edge, and he grits his teeth in return. It’s unfair, he thinks. How you’re too hot for him to handle, how you know exactly how to get to him like this. A curse and a blessing, though right now he’s inclined to believe the former to be more true. He knows that to be the truth when it’s him treating you the way you deserve.

The sound of your hum pulls him from his selfish thoughts and he looks up at your face, only to be greeted by the hunger present in your gaze staring right at his cock. Your hand is so close, hovering right next to his cock that he almost twists his hips to the side so that you’re forced to grab it; but he refrains. Holds off, preferring to offer you the full control that it seems like you want.

“So pretty.” You muse to yourself, and he instantly looks away from you, feeling all hot and bothered by being called something so… Well, additionally feminine. “You're so pretty, Alex. so big and strong and pretty,” It’s not that he dislikes the term at all, but rather that he’s never been called it before in his life. Fuck, he laughs internally. You’ve got him feeling like some kind of shy kid, all embarrassed about being complimented when it’s usually his favourite thing in the world. He’s used to compliments due to his rigorous workout routine, but here you are calling him with his cock out of all things pretty. “Wanna make you feel as pretty as I think you are, okay?”

And he can’t compete with your wishes, nodding shyly without glancing back at you. The coil in his tummy convinces him that it’s a good feeling, actually. That he likes being pretty, particularly if it’s coming from you. Because you’re pretty too, and he trusts your judgement above all else. Even if your judgement has him all shy and blushy, unable to meet your eyes until he feels the pressure of your palm gripping his hot and heavy length and he’s once again pulled to you, like a fucking magnet. God, he loves you so much. Loves the way you flutter your eyelashes in his direction, drinking in the sight of him so unsure and giving his cock a reassuring squeeze, an unspoken it’s okay, promise, and he immediately falls back into you.

“Yeah? Y’think so?” he regains some composure, trying to return to the cocky confident attitude he’s used to, but the glide of your hand up and down his exposed cock is enough to convince him to shut up; be honest. “Ah, fuck—" he lets slip, eyes rolling due to finally being touched like this, the full weight of your hand wrapped snug around his girth coaxing him to dribble more pre, feeling it roll down his length for your little fist to pick up. He loves the sight of it a bit too much, probably. How small you are in comparison to him, how even your hands pale in comparison to his cock. Old habits surface and he wants to bully you lightly about it like he usually does, cooing sweetly about how he has no idea how you take him so well, but you distract him by tucking some hair behind your ears before drooling onto his tip— as if there wasn’t enough lubrication as is. “You do so much for me,” you whisper sweetly after spitting, “Let me repay your efforts.”

Dirty, such a gross sight that he’s got no choice but to buck into the vulgar act: because he likes it. Loves when you act like this, all slutty and depraved, hiding behind an act of innocence when allowing your drool to dribble down his cock for fist collection like his pre. Usually it’s him that acts like a dog in heat, rutting and rubbing himself on you every chance he gets— but to have you acting like the one starved is so fucking pretty to him. Talk about being pretty, even as you’re doing something so perverted like using your own spit to jack him off with, you still look like an angel to him. Has his head all cloudy, unable to focus on anything other than the slick sounds of your tiny hand stroking his fat length fully, collecting all the oozing pre to leave his cock all wet and shiny and feeling so fucking good oh my God; he could probably cum for you already, feeling so vulnerable from the role reversal. Your intentions to treat him tonight have already been fulfilled, and he has to let you know somehow.

Leaning forward as much as possible as is allowed with his upper arms pinned behind his back, his hips try to jut with the motion. Further into your magic touch, chewing at the inside of his cheeks to keep his moans in check; doesn’t want to be too noisy this early on in your (un)kind treatment. Slowly, he inches closer to you, automatically tilting his head to the side as he nears your lips. “Just one?” He asks softly, whispered against your skin as you in turn move to face him in kindness. It’s slow, calculated and soft, barely existing between due to how difficult it is for him to keep this forward position, prompting him to moan into the kiss. His arms bulge with his cock, straining to keep as close to you as possible so as to kiss you more, his tongue peeking out for just a second before he immediately falls back with a muted oof. Still, the feeling of your lips on his has him weak in the knees, only filling him with more primal desire to please you, a low and long whine crawling up his chest as your pace on his cock quickens. A wet slick sound soon fills the room to rival his whines, pairing nicely with the cute gasp you let out when his hips jerk harsher into your closed fist. It’s clear how badly he wants— no, needs you to continue, grinding his teeth together in an effort to shut himself up, but it’s pointless. You’re so good at getting him off, jerking his cock so perfectly that it’s impossible for him to shut up about it as more moans spill from his dry throat.

And just as he’s getting into it, you stop. Of fucking course, a greedy gasp escaping his now open mouth at the sudden loss of contact. He wants to whine more about it, thrust his bobbing cock back into your hand, beg for some more attention— don’t you see how pretty he is? But just before he has a chance to embarrass himself for you he notices the way you sit back, trailing your hands up to your own underwear and peeling them off, not missing the string of slick keeping them connected to your cunt— “Oh, shit…” He heaves, unable to look at anything other than your perfect angel cunt, tongue clicking against his teeth in habit before he gives you a wolf whistle. “Fuckin’ perfect, God, need you so bad.” He mutters, more to himself than anything else, but he’s happy to hear that you’ve heard him when you lightly scold him to be patient.

Easy for you to say from your position, you’re not the one tied up and exposed, you aren’t currently riled up beyond belief with no way to resolve the issue. But nonetheless, he listens. Because he loves you, and if you want to spend Valentines day bullying him then he’ll play along.

Next is your top, thrown in the swiftly increasing pile of clothing on the floor. His vision switches to your tits, mouth watering at the sight of them, tongue lolling out a little at the urge he has to nip at them like usual. And through routine, he tries to reach out for them; only for a frustrated groan to swiftly follow when he’s reminded of his pinned position. “So pretty, shit— please tell me you’ve got more planned?” he practically pouts up at you, only looking at your face briefly before nodding down at your cunt, a crass gesture but he’s not got much more choice here. “Wanna be inside ya, please, baby—”

More begging wants to follow, but he shuts up at soon as you start moving towards him too, shifting your knees to either side of him and situating your cunt above his cock so dangerously close that he’s sure all it’d take is a quick fuck of his hips upwards for him to get exactly what he wants, but your hands on his chest for stability remind him of your previous words. Patience.

“Do you, now?” You taunt him from above, sexy smirk prompting his eyes to roll to the back of his skull again in sheer sexual restlessness.

“Mhm, want it so bad you don’t understand— huh?”

Cut off by the feeling of something on his tip, he cranes his neck to look between your legs only to be met by the sight of your slick dripping down over his cock, wetting him further with your own sweet juices. It’s immediately too much for him, balls tight with need to claim you as his own, to fill you so full of love that it starts gushing out of you, because it’s what you deserve. But you’re being so slow with it, taking your time to take what you own, and he both hates it and loves it at the same time. Hates how he can’t still his rapidly beating heart, or the ache in his cock to be buried so deep in your cunt that you can’t remember your own name. Loves the way your slow treatment has him acting up, got him so desperate for just an inch inside your tight little hole that he’d do just about anything for a taste by now. In love with you and how you make him wait, knowing deep down despite his frustrations that the wait will be worth it— because it’s you.

And yet still, having you rest your tits against his chest, his lips automatically finding your own while you lower your hips minimally, fucking— he can’t fucking focus when you kiss him like this, slow to catch up to the feeling of your hole threatening to engulf his cock; instead you just circle his tip with your cunt, rubbing up and down on it without allowing him entry, and he’d love to remedy that by humping until he catches your hole, but your tongue slips into his parted lips and he can’t quite seem to remember what he was about to do. Too hypnotised by the way your tongue glides against his own, the sloppy sounds of your lips smacking against his, how your saliva tastes when it drips down his tongue and he swallows it back his throat. Obviously, he grows feverish for you. Making out with you as you hump his cock to your hearts content, treating him more like a toy than your loving boyfriend; and he loves it. Fuck, use him all night if it means feeling this good, gently nibbling on your bottom lip during the kiss to show his gratitude.

So it’s no surprise that you catch him off guard when you finally sit down on his cock, just the tip at first to warm him up, but the previous teasing and shared heated kiss has him so aroused that he has to beg you not to move in fear of shooting his load far too early. Wants to be able to give you all of himself before cumming, throwing his head back to try and focus on staying composed enough to last for as long as you want, but you make it difficult by squeezing your cunt around his already profusely leaking tip.

“Fuck, w-wait— shit, uh, hold on—” he continues, huffing and heaving with heat in his chest; he doesn’t think he’s ever been so turned on in his life. “Feel— you feel too fuckin’ good, need a minute.” He breathlessly laughs, fighting the urge to fuck his cock inside you with one swift thrust, failing when he still humps up into you just a little. Enough to knock you off balance, but not enough to fully bury himself inside of you. No, that pleasure is all yours.

“Alex—” you gasp, all cute and breathy and he realises just how challenging it’s going to be not to take charge tonight. The desperate tone of your voice, how drawn out and pretty his name sounds falling from your lips; he’s having a rough time not taking care of you right now and he’s sure it shows from how hard his cock flexes inside of you.

All he can do is breathe. Try to collect himself enough to calm down, but it’s only a few more seconds of waiting before you’re lifting yourself up off his cock on your own accord, one eye squinting as he tries to find the words to ask you to hold on but they get stuck in his throat when you sit all the way down fast and hard, cunt completely wrapped around his fat cock so fast that he can’t stop his hips from matching your movement in a swift fuck upwards— seemingly setting the pace as you bounce up and back down his cock, only for him to return to motion on pure instinct alone.

And it’s stupid, really. A dumb move for him to make even if he couldn’t help it, because he’s already so close to cumming, and now you’re bouncing on his cock so expertly that he can’t see anything for a moment due to his eyes squeezing shut. You’re so soft and warm inside it’s insane, drives him nuts to have your walls pulse and constrict around his greedy cock so snugly, to open his eyes and watch your tits tease him with every bounce you make in his lap, your face scrunched up in sheer pleasure with that pretty smile plastered on your lips.

He’s so in love, that’s his excuse. The reason he’s babbling praise and attempting to escape his rope bindings is because he’s so in love with you that it’s physically painful not to show you. Sure, he can say it; “Don’t fuckin’ stop, no matter what.” He contradicts his earlier begs. “So tight for me, fuck, look at your tits—” his voice strains, interspersed with too loud moans that rival the bed squeaks as he fucks you from below just as much as you bounce on top of him. But nothing compares to grabbing you, pinching and prodding the fat of your thighs, leaving a trail of saliva on your chest from hot kisses; he hopes you pick up on his want for more.

Only you could have him feel like he’s melting, rolling his hips into you so sloppily, a complete mess of drool and slick and moans. You only make matters worse for him when you adopt a sultry tone, like you aren’t as fucked as he is which he hopes isn’t the case because he’s so so close he can feel it, crawling up from his spine to his tip, cock trembling in your tight messy cunt; right on the edge already— “Oh?” Your nails dig into him with your gasp, and he keens for you. A high pitched whine responding in place of anything coherent, because your cunt walls refuse to let him sound anything other than pleasepleaseplease oh fuck please— “You look— look like you’re enjoying yourself—” you moan, and he is! God, maybe a bit too much given how he paws at his own back skin, arms surely red raw from how desperately he attempts to escape the ropes, feet digging into the sheets to cause him to slip down a little on the bed and oh; the new angle you’re able to fuck him in is deeper, your plush insides sucking his cock off too well for him to handle as he sobs for you. The wet skin on skin smack rings in his ears, balls slapping against your ass as you ride him hot and heavy. Too much—

“Close— God, fuck—” he cuts himself off with a deep inhale, expression contorting into one of anger as instinct takes over, his hips driving into you with enough speed to leave you merely hanging on to his neck as he knocks you over on top of him, allowing him to send his appreciation over your perfect little hole directly down your ear. “Gonna cum, angel. Makin’ me feel so good, fuck, m’sorry—” he babbles, thrusting into you once, twice more before he’s spilling. The sweet praise you send his way does little to quell the fire in his tummy, causing his hips to stutter into you when you whisper “Pretty boy, thank you—”. Shooting his fat load right against your cervix with snapped thrusts, humping himself stupid with how he doesn’t slow down in the slightest; riding his high for all he’s worth as your sloppy hole milks him dry. And even when he’s empty he keeps fucking into you with short thrusts, leaving you able to sit on him again with the tiny bounces he has you sit through.

Silence falls following. With how hard he’s fucked you it’s no wonder he can’t catch his breath, struggling to say much of anything other than sorry and thank you as he comes down from his high. He’d like to thank you better, of course, but there’s no way he could ever make it up to you other than by making you cum as hard as you’ve allowed him to, so he sucks in as much air as he can and begs you again.

“Lemme— can you uh, untie me?” he huffs, hair sticking to his forehead with exertion, sweat shiny on his chest. “Wanna make you feel good too, deserve it.” He mumbles, exhaustion present in his body, but the good kind. The type that screams: just had the best sex of my life, and he’d adore to make you feel the same way.

But rather than answering him with words, your body does all the talking he needs. A slow pace to start, but it’s enough stimulation to leave him wincing. His voice is shaky and rushed when he asks what you’re doing, “Baby, c’mon…” he tries to bargain with you in spite of your gradually increasing pace, the lazy way in which you trace circles against his chest almost coaxes him to give in to you, but you’ve fucked him right into overstimulation. Empty. And when he regards you with confusion he’s only met with a serious glance. One of determination, like you’re communicating that you’re not done, you haven’t came yet.

And while he appreciates the sentiment, his cock is already spent. Sure, he’s still hard, but he’s came so much that it drips out your tight little hole and down to his balls, sounding a sickeningly sweet squelch every time you drop back down in his lap. It’s hard to ignore how hot that is, even as he tries to withdraw his hips. “I-I’ve got nothing— fuuuuck— don’t got nothing left for ya, I—”

“I know.” You reply simply, but so sweetly that the innocence dripping from your threat leaves him dazed, hips automatically circling inside your hole to stir your insides up like how your words have his heart stirred. “You’re so cute when you cum, Alex.” You compliment him, knowing that he’s so starved for your affection despite receiving it in droves that that’s all it takes to get him back on track.

That’s all there is to it, he supposes. You know he’s spent, and so he does his best to steel himself for your bullying but fuck if he isn’t sore. Pained whines escaping his exhausted throat, still rock hard and pressing insistently against your insides, shoving his cum further into your cute cunt every time you impale yourself on his cock. Tip all red and angry and still drooling for you, mingling pre with his seed, tears welling in his eyes from the too good feeling emanating from his cock. It travels down to his balls too, leaving them all taut despite how he’s just emptied them. “I don’t— don’t think I can go for much longer, babe.” He cringes at himself, how he sounds like a bitch in heat instead of you, the way he stutters and stops and moans between his begging. And to humiliate him some more you do exactly as he’s asked for and stop, sitting stationary on his worn out cock only to warm him.

“Ah, fuck, wait—!” he scrambles, the overwhelming heat of your cunt leaving his cock all tingly, an unbearable feeling of unrest sitting thickly in his chest. “Keep going, please, I’ll do m’best fr’ya.” He tries to convince you, and given that you’ve yet to cum he figures you’ll easily give in.

“Promise, baby. Just— Keep fuckin’ me. Feels so good, promise.” He sniffs through sobs, the stupidly good feeling of your gushy insides prompting tears to stain his cheek, rolling down in fat globs like how his tip dirties your insides, weeping for you to keep abusing him until you’re satisfied. And he’s not sure if it’s his words or his sobs that convince you to keep going, but the way you so tenderly cup his cheek and kiss his tears away before starting an unfairly brutal pace leaves him dumb; so it doesn’t really matter. The small “Cute.” You mutter against his cheek has his blushing again, and all he knows is that you’re bouncing on his cock and he feels good, his hips trying to match your pace as you take to grinding while humping his cock but he fails so miserably that another cry wracks through him, frustrated with need and unable to do anything about it.

Despite it all though, he loves you and the way you’re making him feel. The itch in his fingers to drag you down his cock and keep you there, instead fucking into your filled up hole while you cry for him drives him insane, sobbing and moaning in tandem with the gush of your cunt, drinking up all your lewd moans hushed against his chest as you focused solely on getting yourself off, using his cock like some sort of dildo and leaving him a downright deplorable mess of fluids is insanely sexy to him. And in spite of the pain you fuck out of him, it’s good. Delicious stings of hurt that only convince his cock to remain hard, to continue trying to fuck your pretty little hole with mistimed thrusts as you grind his pelvis— he knows you’re close when you start to shake in his lap, by the way you hold your breath against his chest.

“Please, gimmie it.” He asks for your orgasm, doubling his efforts to make you cum even if his hips draw back further every time he buries balls deep inside you again due to the pangs of pain. “Need t’feel ya cream my cock, angel. C’mon, y’can do it.” He slurs, a few more tears streaming down his face from exasperation.

But when you do eventually cum, he’s all smiles. Can’t fight the twitch of his lips as he beams down at you, even if you can’t see it. You just make him feel that good, y’know? Like he can’t fight his more primal nature when it concerns you, humping into you to help you ride out your high like you deserve, because you’ve treated him with such kindness tonight that he’d be stupid not to offer you the same treatment back. The sound of his name falling from your pretty plush lips is thanks enough, he thinks, and your drool on his chest is just extra.

He gives you space to come down even though you didn’t offer him the same— mostly because he can’t imagine going again after the overstimulation you’ve made him endure tonight. And he’d hug you if he could, pet your hair and call you a good girl, but he’s afraid to speak over the sniffs and sighs you’ve fucked him into. Besides, the moment is tender enough that he doesn’t feel the need to reassure you; the sticky mess between your thighs should be comfort enough. For now, he’s content just to kiss the top of your head with his eyes closed, smile never leaving his face as you wiggle softly in his lap, enjoying the remnants of your orgasm in the silent comfort he provides.

That is until you twinge around him. A soft movement, almost as if you were just moving around to find the most comfortable position against him, but he knows you better than that by now. His face falls as your cunt squirms around his cock, immediate anxiety taking hold in his chest that easily resolves into horny tension when you coo against him: “Too pretty, wanna go again.”

“Okay babe.” He grunts, sucking his tears up and rolling his eyes back all at once. “Okay, c’mon angel. Make me feel good again, kay?”

#sdv smut #sdv alex smut #stardew valley smut #stardew valley alex smut

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strawberryspence · 1 year

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→ Annalyn's POV | Wayne's POV

Steve's dancing with Eddie, twirling his husband as he laughs, the daisy still hang behind his ear. They both still can't believe they didn't recognize each other.

God, he can't believe he actually married that boy from the park. Eddie's his friend, his lover, his person, his everything.

When they finally sit down to take a break, just watching as their family members dance and mingle with each other. El walks to them, bright beam on her smile, her pink dress making her glow like an angel.

She hugs each of them before turning to Steve, her eyes twinkling agains the fairy lights.

"I have something to say." El says, determined look on her face, "Annalyn asked me to tell you that she's proud of you and that she's very happy for the both of you."

Steve stares at her, blinking back tears as his jaw drops open.

"Annalyn? Like Annalyn, Steve's dead aunt?" Eddie asks, making El nod happily.

"She's also saying that she's glad she met Eddie while she was still alive." El continues.

Eddie coughs, choking out a wet laugh, "Yeah. Huh. That's right. I did meet you."

"Is she here right now?" Steve whispers, his grip on Eddie's hand tightening.

"Yes. She said you invited her and to come say hi to me." El says, laughing slightly at the message.

"I did. I did." Steve laughs, "Auntie, I love you. I hope wherever you are, you're happy and safe."

El smiles, "She's hugging you both right now." Steve starts crying, small hiccups escaping him, as Eddie pulls him closer to his chest to comfort him.

"She also says she loves you." El starts laughing, "I cannot say that."

"What? What is it?" Steve perks up.

"Annalyn said that you are a very determined little shi— poop. You did marry the daisy boy."

"Auntie." Steve whines. Eddie physically brightens up, his whole face turning in to a grin, "Ohhhh! Did baby Steve have a crush on baby Eddie?!"

El giggles, "Yes. Annalyn says that after Steve met Eddie, Steve told Annalyn that he will marry that boy."

Eddie melts beside him, giving his cheek a wet kiss, "Awwww sweetheart!"

"Auntie, your embarrassing me now. Go away." Steve says, trying to shoo non-existent air beside him.

"Annalyn said, she'll go mingle with the others. Maybe catch up with Wayne first and then come back to you later." El doesn't wait for them to answer, hopping away like she's holding someone's hand.

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest?" Steve turns to Eddie, as Eddie plucks one of the daisies out of his hair. "So... you wanted to marry me, huh?"

Steve rolls his eyes, "Eds, baby, you're the one that proposed."

Eddie smirks, "And you said yes."

"Of course, I wanted to marry you. I just got married to you today!"

Eddie smiles at him, dimple deep in his chin, "You having a great wedding day, baby?"

Steve turns, watches as his found family dance underneath the twinkling lights, just laughing and smiling, with no danger ahead of any of them. El's at the far end, looking like she's dancing with someone that the naked eyes can't see.

His family is complete.

Steve looks back to Eddie, leaning forward to kiss his husband's lips before saying,

"I am having the best day, my daisy boy."

(it's 3 am and i completely forgot to mention that this mini series is a belated birthday gift for @yournowheregirl! i love you, alice! im so glad you were born! 🤍)

#THANK YOU LIAM FOR THIS IDEA #THE END #STEVE PLANTS DAISIES IN THEIR BACKYAR #AND THEY NAME THEIR DAUGHTER DAISY #THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER #steddie rants #dae writes #daeheadcanons #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steddie headcanons

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idle-daydreams · 2 months

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I don't mind i don't think you take my crazy request anyway like i said before i just want Yandere Demon Chuuya X Female Demon reader because i just want wholesome yandere story so it not a point that you don't follow my request.

Also you don't have to sorry about thing you don't uncomfortable to do, it wasn't you fault.

[A.N.: Hi! Hope you like this!]

Tw: Yandere, implied imprisonment.

“So, what do you think?”

You looked around at the snow covered garden, gleaming silver in the moonlight. It was an ethereal scene, made all the more beautiful by the massive red roses peeking through the snow-covered bushes.

“... roses in winter,” you said, your breath coming out in white puffs. Slowly, you stepped out into the garden, pulling your shawl tighter about yourself. Chuuya was so paranoid about you catching a chill that he almost never let you out, so it was nice to feel the cold on your face.

“I know you like gardening,” Chuuya said, fiddling with the bindings around his torso as he fell into step beside you. He hadn’t bothered to dress warmly, yet he didn’t seem cold. “Figured you’d like to get out of the room.”

You didn’t answer, too mesmerized by the riot of color against the monochromatic backdrop of the garden. You wandered over to the nearest bush, tracing a petal as soft as... well, a rose-petal.

“How are they alive?” you asked. “Is it magic? Can you even do something like that?”

“Oh yeah. Turns out I can.” He shifted in place, looking less like the mighty demon lord that he was and more like a nervous schoolboy. “You do like ‘em, right? I know you planted them outside your... old place.”

“I did.” Ignoring the pang in your heart at the mention of home - there was no point to it, after all - you peered closely at the roses. They were exquisite, each bloom as large as your fist. The garden was alive with their fragrance, almost a testament to their existence. “They all died, though,” you admitted. “You seem to have a better green thumb than I do.”

“Oh no, I didn’t plant them,” Chuuya said. “I got some servants to do it. I just make sure that the roses don’t wither away in the cold. So you can mess about with them all you want without worryin’ about ‘em dying.”

So basically just play about with them like a child.

The words rose to your lips, a retort you would have once made without a second thought. But now, they faded away before the anticipation in Chuuya’s eyes. He truly had made an effort, taken more of an interest in you than anyone ever had your whole life. You pursed your lips, then smiled. “Thank you. The garden is lovely. I like it very much.”

“You do?” Chuuya beamed. “Great!”

You jumped as he threw his arms around you, capturing your lips with his own. You stiffened, pulling away instinctively, but Chuuya’s arms were like a vice, gripping you as tightly as he continued to kiss you in a passionate frenzy. You finally allowed yourself to melt in his arms, eyes fluttering shut as your hands moved to his shoulders of your own accord. When he finally pulled away you blinked, breathless. Chuuya grinned back, equally red-faced.

“I’m glad you like ‘em,” he said.

Your face heated up. “Be careful,” you said weakly, picking at a stray bloom pressed between your bodies. “We’re hurting it.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry.” Chuuya pulled away a little, and you gladly followed suit, pretending to care for the flowers to put some space between you two. Your mind whirled with being with him around him; he was so entirely handsome it was hard to remember at times that he was a demon.

Chuuya, however, leaned forward, cocking his head to peer at your face. “Don’t hide from me,” he said. “They’re still nothing compared to you. You’re the prettiest flower here, [Y/N].”

“Ah.” You lowered your head even more, trying to hide just how flustered you were. “That’s not - you’re too kind. I can’t believe you did all this.”

“Why not? Anything for you.”

“No, I mean - all this.” You waved your arms around. “All this. It’s... very thoughtful.”

Chuuya pouted. “You think I can’t be thoughtful?”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “That’s not what I meant. But... you are a demon, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You don’t-” You tried to pull your foot in your mouth- “act like it.”

To your relief, Chuuya chuckled. “What’s a demon supposed to act like?” he said.” You want me to be all crazy and violent?” He leaned in with a smirk. “Aren’t I wild enough for you?”

You cursed yourself for the erratic pounding of your heart. “I meant, still, demons are supposed to be, you know, demonic and all that.”

“I know.” He sobered up a little, looking somewhat abashed. “I try to hold myself to a higher standard than the others. Some of the other demons can be awful.”

“Will I be safe around them?”

“Like hell am I sharing you with anyone!”

You raised a brow. “So you intend to keep me locked away forever?”

“If I have to,” he said immediately. “I’m not risking anything happening to you.”

Your heart withered a little at this, the reality of your situation rearing its ugly head again. Chuuya seemed to notice your disappointment, for he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. Don’t worry, [Y/N],” he said. “It won’t come to that, I promise. I know how difficult it is for you right now, but I’ll make sure everything is fine in the end I promise I’ll make things better. You just have to trust me.”

“I just don’t want to live like this,” you whispered, not meeting his gaze. “I can’t live alone.”

“You’re not alone,” he said. “You have me. You’ll always have me. I promise you; things will get better. I’ll make them better. At one time you hated me, right? And now you don’t anymore.”

That much was true enough. You didn’t hate Chuuya anymore. You didn’t love him - you weren’t sure what you felt about him - but your initial resentment had faded.

Maybe, just maybe, there was something there. Like roses blooming in a frozen garden, your love had begun in twisted circumstances, but maybe it could survive.

Maybe, one day, it could even become something real.

#yandere chuuya #yandere bsd #yandere imagines #bsd x reader #yandere nakahard chuuya #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere x reader #yandere #shutendoji!chuuya au

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blacksmokebarbarians · 9 months

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Desire

a/n: hey hey hey!! back at it again with some little blurbs. i am currently catching up on some requests that i've recieved lately, so don't worry if i havent responded yet, theyre on their way! length: 2.5k

synopsis: intimacy strikes after a wholesome exploration with jake in the woods.

warnings: mdni!! 18+, virginity on both ends, jakey takes v-card, oral (f!recieving), penetrative sex, praise.

preview: 'For a moment, it was almost as if the silence in the room didn't exist. It was as though the two of you could communicate just through looks, and that alone, was enough.

"Jake..?"

"Hm?"

"I want you.." '

pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

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"Shh.. What was that?" You perked up, stopping your travel on the trail as Jake bumped into you. You looked off into the distance, eyes scanning the brush for any sign of movement.

Jake shook his head gently, patting your shoulder with a grin. "It was probably an animal, hun. We're pretty far out, and I rarely see anyone on these trails. It's alright, sweets, I'm here.." He hummed, walking past you as he began to lead the way.

You let out a soft huff before following close behind him, keeping your eyes peeled for any sort of movement within the trees. He continued to trudge through the hardly legible space between the weeds and grass. With each step, little crunches of leaves and sticks came from beneath Jake's boots-- in a way, it was comforting. Glimmers of sunlight peaked through the gaps within the trees, shining down to the forest floor.

You had never ventured the forest near his home, let alone together.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"We've been walking quite a ways now.. Do you think we should head back?" You finally asked, looking to him.

"Could we go just a bit further? It's still light out.. I'd just like to see if it actually leads anywhere." He shrugged, pushing his hair out of his face as he turned to you.

You gave the idea some thought before giving him a little nod, the two of you then resuming your walk.

He seemed so focused, yet so consumed into his own imagination. The curiosity of what must be running through his head intrigued you-- even if he had told you, there was still a chance that you had no idea what he was really pondering.

You let the thought slip away, carrying on down the trail, when he suddenly paused. His eyes went wide, and he looked back to you, beaming with excitement. "Y/N, look!" He laughed, his speed increasing as he peered out into a clearing in the woods.

As you approached his side, your eyes, too, lit up. "Holy shit.."

From the edge of the clearing, a flourishing field laced with flowers and tallgrass stood on display just in front of the two of you. Jake took off, running into the grasses, looking up to the sky. He stopped just in front of the base of a power line, peering up to the large structure. "Can you believe it?! It's beautiful!" His eyes twinkled with elation. The field went on for miles, surrounded by forest on either side. Stretching down the length of the clearing was a line of cellular towers upholding each power line.

Jake outstretched his hand, pulling you into the field with a laugh. His blouse draped over his chest, blowing ever so faintly in the breeze. As little giggles escaped his lips, his necklaces bounced on their chains.

"And you wanted to go home.." He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Well, I didn't know that this was out here!" You defended with a grin.

"Neither did I!" He was astonished, looking out towards the horizon as the sun rested just above it.

The two of you wandered among the flora, laughing and chatting as clouds came and left the sky.

As you sat back in the grass, Jake looked out across the field, sitting close beside you. "I'm glad that we came out here.. The only thing prettier than this view is you." He promised, taking your hand in his as he looked up to the sky, admiring the outline of the forest from the field.

"Oh hush.." You laughed, nudging him gently. He adverted his attention towards you, studying your beauty before bringing a hand to your cheek. "Can I kiss you..?" He asked, his voice soft. With the slightest nod, you leaned forward, bringing him into an endearing kiss.

With calloused hands, he held your sides. As he pulled away, you were both left with little smiles.

Jake stood, pulling you up with him before taking one last glance across the clearing. "Come on, it's getting dark.." He let out a content sigh before leading the way back towards his home.

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As the two of you stumbled through the door-- erupting in giggles-- Jake made his way towards his room.

"That was so cool! I mean, how often do you just come across such gorgeous landscapes right near your home?" You mentioned, sitting on the floor in front of his bed as he began to look through his records.

"Almost never.. Hey, Stones or Bread?" He inquired, holding up the two sleeves.

"Bread." You decided, leaning your back against the bed as you admired him, watching as he placed the record on the turntable.

Finally, he sat beside you, hands resting on either side of him atop the carpet. "Thanks for going out there with me.. That was some of the most fun I've had in a while.."

Jake had such a fiery passion for his art, it seemed nearly abhorrent to assume he could have any more fun than he did up on that stage. So, you contested; "It can't be-- You just had a gig on Saturday."

He rolled his eyes, glancing over to you. "Yeah, but did I get to spend time with a pretty girl in a pretty field? I don't think so."

"You're joking." You scoffed, crossing your arms. "You love performing, don't flatter me."

Jake grabbed your hand, gathering your full attention. "I'm being serious, it was wonderful."

A knot tied in your stomach as he looked into your eyes.

"I love you.. A lot.. I wouldn't have traded anything for today." He admitted, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. "I love you, too, Jake.. I wouldn't have traded today, either."

For a moment, it was almost as if the silence in the room didn't exist. It was as though the two of you could communicate just through looks, and that alone, was enough.

Then, the feeling came. It was as if it was an impulse, but you knew it had been coming for a long time.

"Jake..?"

"Hm?"

"I want you.."

Those three words lifted years of yearning from your shoulders. It was true-- You wanted him. No, you needed him. After all of these months together, tonight felt as though you couldn't go without him for one second longer.

He was taken aback, but he nodded gently. "I want you, y/n.. I can't think of a time where I haven't.."

You pulled him into another kiss, your arms wrapped gently around his neck. He carefully pulled you into his lap, his hands resting on either side of you. He shifted gently, his lips grazing the skin of your throat, his breath hot against your neck.

"Are you sure about this..?" You asked him, ensuring that he was comfortable.

"I'm more than sure about this." He promised, looking up to you. He leaned back down, leaving a trail of kisses down your collarbone. He began to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off and throwing it to the side.

A soft gasp escaped you as he sucked gently beneath your jaw. He tugged desperately on your shirt, prompting you to rip it off, letting it drop behind you. Jake pulled away, his eyes wandering down your figure. "You're so beautiful.." He said softly, looking up to you with lustful eyes.

It was then that the nerves began to set in. This was the first time you had ever displayed yourself to someone else-- however, you'd only ever want this moment to be for him. With a hand resting on his chest, you took in the sight. It was clear that he was just as infatuated as you were, his eyes meeting with yours.

Though you felt the nerves rushing over you, it also gave you a shed of confidence. Reaching behind yourself, you unclasped your bra, letting it fall to your lap. Though his eyes widened for a moment, he adverted his gaze. "It's okay, Jakey.." You giggled, taking his chin, bringing his attention back to you.

He was just as nervous as you were. His grip on your waist didn't falter, it only grew more concentrated. A hand traveled up your side, resting just above your hip now. "C-Can I..?" He asked, his voice soft, as if he didn't want to startle you. With a quick nod, he continued on, his hand sliding upward to cup your right breast. His lips met with your skin once more, leaving a tender kiss against your chest.

But, that wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for either of you, as you craved for his touch and he couldn't get enough. He leaned forward, his other hand now resting on the opposite side. His tongue swirled over the peak of your nipple, provoking a little whine from you. With a dozen more kisses, he demonstrated his love for you within his gentle hold.

Without mention, you could feel his hardening length beneath you. Your hips rolled against his, the desire between each of you growing at an increasing rate.

He picked you up, shifting you to the bed, laying you down. It was clear that his hunger was growing by the time he had taken his own pants off, before making his way to yours.

With a trail of kisses leading down your abdomen, he found himself at the lace of your panties. "Is this okay..?"

"Absolutely.." You reassured, establishing consent between the two of you.

With permission granted, he carefully gathered the lace, sliding it down your legs before off the bed. His breath hitched as he admired your femininity.

He settled himself just in front of you, his hand slipping down gently, coating the tips of his fingers within your slick. He looked up at you for a moment before moving his hand away, sitting up.

"Please tell me if you don't like something.. I want to make you feel good." He decided.

"Okay, Jake.. I will."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

And just like that, he was back to work. He planted a kiss at the base of your mound before his lips met with your vulva. His tongue dragged gently past your core, his hands resting on your thighs. With an unexpected moan, He circled his tongue around your clit, getting lost in your taste.

He brought his hand back down, his fingers tracing your slit. As he fell into a steady rhythm, he plunged a finger into your heat, causing your back to arch. The sensitivity caused yet another moan to fall from your lips, the sheets gripped tightly in your hands.

Just as his music flowed naturally within him, Jake found his pace within your pleasure. He pumped his hand soft and slow, it was nearly agonizing. "Faster.. F-Faster, Jake.." You worked up.

He delivered to your request, his hand and his mouth gaining speed just as you had asked. You shuddered at the pleasure, your hands tangling in his hair.

"I'm so close.." You gasped, "Please.. Please, please, keep going.. I--"

With a slur of moans and quick breaths, you trembled beneath him, your hips bucking forward as euphoria rushed over you.

As Jake caught his breath, he left supple kisses against your thighs, allowing you to settle down.

"You did..so well, darling.. So, so well.." He managed to get out between each kiss.

As you came down from your high, you glanced down to him, your fingers still lost in his hair. "I need you.."

"I know, baby.." He murmured, leaning up to kiss you. "Are you sure that you're ready..?" He asked, conscious over how you were feeling.

"If it gets to be too much, we can stop. Just let me know, and we can take things slow." He promised, leaving yet another kiss on your tummy.

"I'm ready, hun." You got out, finally. He gave you a gentle nod before reaching into the drawer beside his bed. As he leaned over, you caught a glimpse of the precum that stained his briefs. He rolled the condom onto himself after stripping his underwear off. Settling himself over you, he adjusted you carefully.

Finally, he sunk his length into your heat, pushing himself into you slowly. The pressure was uncomfortable, but you held his shoulders, taking a deep breath. He carefully slid into you once more, a whimper finding it's way out of you. His jaw fell open and his eyes squeezed shut— it was a sensation he had never experienced before.

"Oh, fuck.." He groaned, slowly beginning to thrust into you. As the pace quickened between you, the room filled with the sound of your arousals.

Jake shuddered as he rocked into you, resting a hand on the bedframe to steady himself. Hushed cries erupted from you as his fingers rubbed quick circles into your clit. The overwhelming pleasure drew closer and closer with each passing thrust.

"So tight for me.. Feels so good.." He husked.

As you overcame yet another climax, Jake reached his. His movements became slowed and sloppy as groans escaped his lips.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck, his shoulders rising and falling with each rugged breath.

The two of you rested in the same position through soft pants and attempts to catch your breaths.

Finally, Jake leaned up, kissing your cheek sweetly. "I love you.."

Exhausted, you laid beneath him, arms wrapped around your love gently. "I love you, Jake. So, so much."

He got up from the bed, disposing of the condom before coming back with a towel, cleaning you up kindly. As you attempted to get up, he shook his head gently, coming back to your arms. He pulled the sheets over the two of you, consuming your silhouettes into the shadows of the night.

You couldn't have asked for anyone better to be vulnerable with.

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stayteezdreams · 11 months

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First Dates with Ateez (Hyung Line)

Headcanons: First dates with Ateez (Hyung Line)

(Maknae Line Version)

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong x Reader; Park Seonghwa x Reader; Jeong Yunho x Reader; Kang Yeosang x Reader - all Gn!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of a kiss (in Hongjoong's and Yunhos)

A/n: Yeosangs came out a lot longer than I intended but whatever lol.

Hongjoong (day at the beach)

Hongjoong wanted to take you somewhere you hadn't been before.

So after he kidnapped you picked you up for your date (you didn't know this was happening, he just decided the wanted to take you on a date)

You drove for a while, you weren't quite sure how long, as the conversation (and karaoke) kept you preoccupied.

Finally, you saw the ocean come into view and you beamed in excitement.

This made Hongjoong even more glad he decided to do this, and it was hard for him to keep his eyes on the road when you looked so happy.

When you got to the beach, you watched Hongjoong pull out a blanket, umbrella, and bag of food from the car.

He grinned at you and you felt yourself swoon, and beam with excitement.

As you walked to find a spot on the beach, he pulled you along by your arm, and you had butterflies.

He seemed so proud of his surprise date, you couldn't feel angry that he had sidelined your day even if you tried.

After finding a nice spot to sit, Hongjoong set up the umbrella and blanket before patting the spot beside him.

Between eating, talking, playing card games and a surprisingly competitive game of catch, you and Honjoong had spent the whole day on the beach.

As the sun began to set, you and Hongjoong took a walk along the beach after packing everything up.

You took photos together, and a cute older couple asked if they could take some of the two of you.

When they made a comment about how cute of a couple you two made, you and Honjoong gave each other shy smiles and he couldn't stop giggling.

When continuing on your walk, Hongjoong was walking close enough that your arms were touching. Eventually his hand slipped into yours.

You glanced at him and saw a cute smile on his face, which caused you to break out into your own.

He brought up the older couple, and asked how you would feel about actually being a couple with him.

You were of course very accepting of the idea, which only made Honjoong more giddy.

After the drive home, he walked you to your door, and asked if he could kiss you goodnight.

You said yes, and he kissed you softly, yet quickly, with a promise of taking you on another planned date soon.

Seonghwa (garden cafe date)

Seonghwa knew you loved cafes, and wanted to take you to one for your first date.

But he didn't want to take you to any ordinary cafe.

So, after doing some research, he found a garden cafe, and decided it was perfect.

When you arrived, you were shocked you had never known it existed.

After exploring briefly and checking out the beautiful scenery, and taking some photos, you sat down and went over the menu.

Neither of you could decide what to get, and one of the servers, seeing this, told you that you can take unfinished food home with you.

So you and Seonghwa then decided to order probably way too much food. (The others were happy though as they had their own tasting party after Seonghwa brought back the left overs.)

The cafe was surprisingly not crowded, so you and Seonghwa had your own private little corner. It felt much more romantic than Seonghwa expected, but he had no complaints about this.

Seonghwa couldn't keep his eyes off you the whole date. Every time you got excited about a new drink, food or dessert he couldn't help but stare at you with his adoring sparkly eyes.

Slowly he inched closer to you, wanting to be right beside. You noticed this, and smiled, butterflies heavy in your stomach.

You can't tell me wouldn't try to feed you either. He'd think it was cute how you'd get kind of embarrassed by it, but that would only want to make him do it more.

Then you'd retaliate by doing it to him and he'd crumble into giggles.

When you finally left the cafe, Seonghwa rested his hand on your back, and kept you close to him.

This was not the last time you came to the cafe, and you ended up being regulars to the point where you befriended the staff.

Yunho (Exploring)

Yunho couldn't decide where to take you on your first date, so he decided why not everywhere?

You were relatively new to the city so he took you around, showing you a bunch of unique places

You walked around a shopping center and markets, you even stopped and did karaoke for a while, before going to a nearby arcade.

At the arcade, Yunho won you a giant teddy bear.

Afterwards he dragged you into a photo-booth, and the two of you ended up with half a dozen sets of pictures.

After walking around a bit more, the two of you found a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, where you got some of the best food you'd ever had.

Eventually the two of you ended up in a park after the sun had begun to set.

Seeing Yunho, the giant golden retriever trying to slide down a children's slide, definitely became a core memory for you.

And yes you got a photo of the exact moment when he got stuck.

You swung on the swings, with Yunho pushing you, up until he pushed you too hard you thought you were going to fly off.

Once the sun had set, the two of you laid on a nearby picnic table and looked up at the sky.

Looking over at Yunho at one point, your breath hitch when you found him already staring at you.

You smiled bashfully and looked away, only making him grin.

Suddenly, he took your hand and sat up "Wanna go get ice cream?"

You giggled and nodded, before yelping as he dragged you off the table, as you quickly made your way own the road.

Yunho didn't let go of your hand the rest of the date, until he finally had to when he walked you to your door.

You thanked him for the amazing date and kissed him on the cheek. He pouted and teased you.

"Was it only worth a kiss on the cheek?"

"What were you expecting?" You asked back, your heart pounding.

He smirked before he suddenly kissed you on the lips.

When he pulled away, your eyes were wide in shock and he chuckled, a smile broke out on your face as you smacked him playfully.

Going out on these little adventure dates became a regular thing for you two.

Yeosang (Nami Island)

Yeosang didn't want your first date to be just an ordinary date.

So when he recalled that you had talked about wanting to visit Nami island, he thought this might be the perfect opportunity.

He kept what you were doing to himself, but told you it required a journey.

You were nervous yet excited, you trusted Yeosang, so you went along for the ride.

You tried to guess a few times, but he simply put his finger against his lips and smiled.

You soon figured it out soon enough when you heard the train announcement about your destination being Nami Island.

When you heard this you looked over at Yeosang with wide eyes and he chuckled.

You got so excited you did a little dace, and he smiled adoringly at you, already knowing this was the best idea.

You had left fairly early in the morning, so you had all day to explore the island, which is exactly what you did.

You took photos in the famous maple lane, you had lunch together after exploring the riverside, you walked along the glass sequoia bridge.

Yeosang's favorite moment was the face you made when he said he was taking you to zip-line.

You were nervous, yet determined to do it. Yeosang was proud of you, and your anxiety made him feel a bit braver about his own.

Even if you did yell out in surprise at the beginning of the zipline, you quickly got used to the feeling as you soared through the air.

Looking to your left, you spotted Yeosang who had a wide smile on his face.

You made eye contact as you both laughed.

As fun as the zip-line turned out to be, your favorite moment though was when you explored Dodamsambong Garden.

As you made your way through the garden, Yeosang took the moment to slip his hand into yours.

When you looked over at him, he avoided eye contact, trying to act casual, but you saw a shy smile tug at his lips.

You smiled to yourself as you continued down the path, your heart beating heavily.

Yeosang loved the way your face lit up as you admired all of the beautiful flowers and plants.

Pointing at one, you grinned "It's so beautiful!"

"You're more beautiful"

You looked over at Yeosang whose face had gone blank as you realized he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

You giggled and wrapped your arm through his as you tugged him along, allowing him to suffer through the embarrassment without adding more on top of it.

After you ate once more, you made the long train journey back.

During the ride you talked about all the things you had done, before you relaxed in silence, resting your head on Yeosang's shoulder.

At one point, you felt Yeosang rest his chin gently on your head and you smiled.

When you finally got home, you parted ways with Yeosang after giving him a kiss on the cheek, and leaving him grinning at you as you said goodbye.

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Retired!Dream as a Librarian AU part 2

I am SOOOOOO glad that the reception for the retired!Dream as a Librarian AU was so enthusiastic and sweet! Thank you so much for that (and if you haven't seen part 1 one yet, click here). More snapshots of the AU will be added as we go, because a retired!Dream experiencing the full range of human emotions in a place of community has brought so many stories to tell.

Anyway, a good friend on Twitter asked what happens when Lucienne finds out that Retired!Dream has become a librarian (or at least, a library volunteer) in the Waking World. I DO, in FACT, have a headcanon locked and loaded for that, so here we go:

Sometimes Dream wonders how on earth he has gotten here.

It wasn't like he hates the job. Dream LOVES the local library - loves the staff and the stories and the people. It's the best outcome he could have ever hoped for, really. Like someone has given him a second chance, a renewal. A new purpose where his existence could transpose into a life worth living.

But, OH, the circumstances that it took for him to get here. If only his former subjects could see him now. If only LUCIENNE could see him now.

Dream understands, more than ever, how much painstaking effort goes into even MAINTAINING a functioning library. Running the vastest library he knows in existence WHILE managing the Dreaming when he runs off to brood must have been a herculean feat. Morpheus resolves to be more appreciative of her work over the millennia, if he ever sees her again.

And see her he does. Lucienne comes to the library one day, on the guise of looking for a mislaid book. Her face is wreathed with smiles, looking sharp and dapper in her suit.

"Greetings, my Lord," she beams, eyes alight with fondness and mirth. "You look to be in good health."

"Please," he says, and surprises himself by laughing out loud. Laughing comes easier to him now, he notices. (The first time he did this in front of the library staff it was in response to an incredibly macabre joke he found hilarious. Dream had slapped a hand to his mouth, but the damage had been done: the library staff looked on in ACTUAL suprise, and then they cackled in earnest, delighted that their strange new colleague had a fucked up sense of humor and an absolutely ridiculous laugh. So many more attempts to make him crack up started since that day. Not that he minded.) "Call me Morpheus. I am your lord no longer."

"Hmm," Lucienne says. "Very well. Hello, Morpheus." And all of a sudden she envelops him into a bone-crushing hug.

"That was not a breach of protocol and conduct, I hope," she says, mischievous, as she lets a rather staggered Dream go. "Seeing as I am your librarian no longer."

Dream smiles wide. He does not think he has ever smiled this frequently in his entire existence.

He gives her a tour of the library, introduces her to the people behind the counter. After a few conversations the staff has agreed on one thing: Lucienne may be the BEST librarian there is. Some of them had already asked her to stay. Dream has to interrupt quickly, saying that she is already a hotshot librarian somewhere else, before steering her away from her new admirers.

"They adore you, it seems," he tells her. Lucienne rolls her eyes. Even as his librarian she had always been frank with him, but seeing her be openly candid with Dream, without the barrier of his Nobility and his Lordship between them, pleased him to no ends. If any outsiders could have seen them, they would have thought they are just extremely close friends (and they are. They are.)

"And they are COMPLETELY enchanted by you," she shoots back, grinning, "which is honestly quite the miracle."

She teases him about finally being able to handle his books, and jokingly chastises him about not doing it sooner. Dream, to her (non) surprise, takes this seriously, and admits, rather abashed, that most of his bookkeeping skills are only existent because of her. He concedes that she is still the better librarian between the two of them. Lucienne is very smug over this confession (as she should be.)

"I am forever indebted to you," Morpheus says, and finds himself a little choked up at the last syllable. "You have given me a lifeline, in more ways than one." He shakes his head. "I do not know how I may ever repay you."

Her eyes are overbright, but when she speaks her voice is steady.

"Just live, Sire," she whispers. "That's repayment enough."

It's a blessing, almost. An anointment of old, except his birthright is now renewed. Just live. Dream nods, determined to make the boon stick. To keep the oath for as long as he can.

Before Lucienne leaves she hands him a gift. "To complete the librarian regalia," she winks. And just like that she's gone.

Inside the box is a compilation of all the "Sandman Stories" he has adlibbed for the kids during Story Time Tuesdays. A note taped on the book: 'Matthew is gloating because he gets to be a dragon. Name a raven after me, will you?' Dream laughs out loud.

(Sure enough, on the next Story Time Tuesday a new character -- Lucienne the Raven Librarian -- was introduced. The kids instantly fell in love with her, and the book feverishly codifies the stories Morpheus comes up for her.)

But that's not all. In the box is another pouch - he opens it, and a pair of spectacles tumble out. Another note: 'from one librarian to another.'

Morpheus wears those spectacles till this very day.

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Want to know more about the Retired!Dream as a Librarian AU? Read part 1 here and part 3 here.

#dreamling #sandman fic #dream of the endless #lucienne #dreamling au #retired!dream #retired!dream as a librarian au #dreamling fic #public libraries #RETIRED!DREAM IS A LIBRARIAN AND HE IS HAPPY #librarian dream #this was such a fun time oh my god I love Lucienne so much and writing this was very cathartic for me #bec i get to give them the closure they deserve

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Hi, I’m so glad you’re back. Can you do Mammon and MC going on vacation in the human world with MC’s family?

Thank you

❤️❤️❤️

Of course I can! What a cute idea! Since I know there’s so many different family situations out there, I’m going to do my best to keep the family details as vague and general as possible! Thank you for the request! Also I wasn't sure if this was meant to be in a more friendly or romantic aspect, but it was hard for me to deny a couple's vacation, so I hope it's okay being Mammon x MC!

“Once more, from the top!”

Mammon groaned, flopping back onto their bed in their room. “Come oooon,” he whined. “Don’t make me go through all that again.” He attempted to beg, giving them some version of puppy eyes, his lips pleading with the human to give him a break.

They, unfortunately for him, would not stand down, no matter how adorable he may seem. “Mammon, you’re going to meet my family. My human family. In the human world. And I hate to break it to you, but neither you nor your brothers are very good at blending in. At all.” Which is why MC had spent way too long creating a plausible backstory, and why they were pressing Mammon so hard to remember it.

It had been about a month ago when MC’s family first reached out, sending them a letter about what they were missing at home. How did a human letter reach the Devildom in the first place? Probably thanks to Diavolo. The other humans were, obviously, still completely in the dark about where MC truly was, figuring they were simply studying abroad and not in what most humans would call hell. And in the contents of that letter was a suggestion of a vacation. A fully paid and fully planned vacation. After all, school would be out for a short break, and they wanted a chance to see MC again...and about this supposed ‘boy’ that MC had mentioned before.

“Why not just tell them about me? They’re your family after all, right?” He wondered, sitting back up on the bed with his legs crossed under him, his arms tucked near his knees.

They folded their arms, tilting their head at him. “Please don’t tell me you’re seriously asking that.” Well, now he looked a little wounded. They sighed, sitting next to him, putting their hand on his head. “Maybe in the future we can, but this is their first time meeting you. Aside from the hundred other problems revealing yourself would cause, trying to bring you and your realm’s entire existence up over dinner would either get me sent to a hospital or give them all mental breakdowns over the revelation that essentially everything they’ve ever known is a lie.”

His face suggested that he didn’t retain any of that, so focused on grinning like an idiot over MC’s touch, but then he finally looked at them curiously. “You didn’t have a mental breakdown.”

Sweet naïve boy. They did. They really did. But that wasn’t their main focus right now. “The point I’m trying to get across is that it's really important to me that we keep the truth a secret right now so we all can have a good time, okay? So please, can we go over the story together one more time so I don’t feel so nauseous?”

He finally sighed, his eyes softening towards them. “I didn’t realize it was that important to ya. Okay, just watch and see, I’ll be the best human ever!”

---

When they had heard the words ‘all-expenses-paid-vacation’, they expected, sure, maybe the hotel rooms and meal costs, but no...it was all paid for. Every single cent. Whatever their family didn’t cover, Diavolo did. Even this fancy rental car, which Mammon was more than happy to immediately jump into as soon as Barbatos had dropped them both off. “Yeah, baby!” He had shouted, leaping into the driver’s seat of the convertible.

MC couldn’t help but be a little hesitant. “Do you even know how to drive up here?”

“Yeah I do!” He beamed for a moment before his face fell a little bit, looking a bit annoyed. “Had to work hard for it too. Your laws up here are seriously ridiculous.” Then the moment of seriousness had passed. He leaned over to the other side of the car, grabbing the passenger side handle and pushing the door open. “Get in!”

With a playful roll of their eyes, MC loaded both theirs and Mammon’s luggage inside the vehicle before seating themselves in the car. It was...kind of nice, being in the human realm, seeing Mammon behind the wheel of a human car, a silly Hawaiian shirt on like one of those old dads that go on vacation. He adjusted his sunglasses, fiddling with the radio till some song that appealed to his taste pumped out the speakers. After making sure he was buckled up properly, they both set out on the road, the sun beaming down on them, the smell of the ocean in the air.

“Pop-quiz time!” MC announced, letting their hand hover off to the side, the air gusting through their open fingers.

Mammon groaned, keeping his eyes trained on the road no matter how much he wanted to turn to give them a glare of annoyance. “No quizzing on vacations!”

“Question one!” As they ignored him, his face scrunched up into a little pout. “Who are you, handsome stranger?”

He scoffed a bit, but they caught the redness that came to his cheeks. “Name’s Mason.”

MC clapped their hands together in a bit of glee. “Good!” At the praise, the color in his cheeks deepened. “What’re you going to school for?”

“Finance and fashion design.”

They leaned back in their seat, feeling a bit calmer knowing that he was actually retaining all this information. This whole human bit might work out after all. “And how did we meet?”

He sighed heavily. “It sounds so plain and simple! Not super special at all!” As they both slowed down to stop at a red light, he finally looked at them, a sulky look in his eyes. "Why couldn't we go with my idea?"

“Because," MC continued, their eyes softening at him. The idea had been really cute. He suggested that the story be that MC was crossing the street, when a car ran right through a red, trying to escape the blaring sirens of the cops chasing them! They were criminals, and now they were about to run into someone! He had seen this and courageously ran through the street to grab them, pulling them aside to safety. Somehow, at the end of his story, he had saved MC and then they both managed to stop the criminals, both of them getting reward money for doing so, and with that money, Mammon would suavely ask MC out for dinner. Obviously he had fashioned the story off some movie they had watched earlier. "The more cliché it is, the less my family will question it. Now, Mason, how did we meet?”

As traffic moved forward, he turned his head away from them, his answer monotone. “We share the same math general class together, but didn’t start talking to each other till we got grouped up for a project.”

“And after I asked you to help study with me for tests, we found we clicked! Perfectly human!” They reached over to rub his shoulder, lowering their hand to open the GPS on your phone. “We’re meeting my family at the airport. From there, we’ll check in at the hotel and go out to lunch.” They waited for him to make some sort of reply, but when he never did they raised their head. He suddenly looked too serious, mouth in a tight line, hardly looking at the scenery they both were passing. “Mammon?” He was caught up in his own head it seemed. MC turned down the music on the radio and placed their hand on his arm.

He blinked, removing one of his hands from the wheel to grab their hand. “I don’t wanna mess this up. I know how important it is to ya.”

They gave his hand a squeeze and then released it to let him place it back on the steering wheel. “You won’t. We wont. We’ll just keep to the story and enjoy our time up here, okay? Swimming, sand, surfing, sunning, just focus on that, okay? Oh, and don’t forget we need to bring all your brothers back a souvenir.”

He lightened a little bit at that, the little golden highlights in his hair shimmering under the human sun.

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"MC!" Their name was called, picked up above the other busy voices in the airport. MC turned and grinned, holding their arms out for the inevitable embrace. Their family member wrapped their arms around them and grinned, pulling back shortly. "It's been so long! You look good. You've been okay so far from home?"

"I've never been better!" MC expressed, stating what mostly was the truth. Sure there had been bumps and bruises and...worse than that, but the time they had spent in the Devildom was an enjoyable one overall.

"And this is..." Someone else from MC's family spoke up, looking towards Mammon who was actually pacing a little bit behind MC, trying not to stand out too much.

It took Mammon a moment to collect himself, coming to stand by MC and hold his hand out. "I'm Mam--Mason," he shared, taking the hand of one of the humans and giving it a firm shake.

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" The person that had given MC the hug came over and led them away, everyone grabbing luggage to take outside. "He seems sweet. You'll have to tell me all about him!"

Mammon was suddenly left alone with the remaining members, obviously trying not to panic, laughing nervously at jokes as he kept up his human disguise. He helped take some of the family's luggage as he quickly followed behind MC. "So!" He exclaimed, changing the subject as he stood by MC's side. "Where we heading for lunch?"

One of the humans pulled up an image on their phone. "I found what looks to be a popular local restaurant not too far from here, and it's beachside too! A little pricy, but who could pass up eating and then going right out to swim? See?"

"That looks perfect? See, Mam-- babe?" They felt themselves almost sweating. They tried so hard to get Mammon to remember his 'new name' and yet they almost just let it slip themselves. Their quick thinking seemed to work though, although Mammon almost seemed like he was unable to breathe. MC encouraged Mammon to look at the photo which seemed to snap him out of it. Now he just seemed pumped.

"I'm going to eat so much sushi," he beamed.

"That's the spirit!" One of MC's family members announced. MC grinned. They were all getting along just fine.

MC jogged ahead a bit, looking back at the group as they nodded. "Let's all head back to the hotel so we can put away our stuff and grab our swimsuits! We've got plenty of sunlight left, people! Let's make the most of it!"

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Lunch went really well. Everyone ordered too much expensive food and yet somehow managed to pack it all away. MC's family kept asking questions, and suddenly Mammon seemed more than happy to answer. It was mostly a little session to gush about how much he knew and liked about MC, and it was hard to tell if he was trying to get on their family's good side or if he really just enjoyed talking about them that much. Either way, it was sweet, even if it was clear that some members of MC's family found some things hard to believe. No demonic secrets were spilled at least.

But what they were all looking forward to was the beach. Everyone was dressed and ready. MC's family brought plenty of towels and toys to keep all of them entertained. They set up their spot away from the others, MC sitting in the shade of a large beach umbrella while they watched some others drag Mammon away for a little frisbee competition. They'd let him go and have a little bit of fun before dragging him away for them to be on their own for a little bit. For now though, they'd watch him mingle with the humans, a surprising smile on his face. For someone who seemed to not be able to stand humans when they first visited the Devildom, he seemed to be having a lot of fun with them.

Someone sat next to MC, opting out of the frisbee game to sit under the shade, opening a cooler to pull out a chilled can. They looked over at the others and then back at MC. "He seems like a good one."

"Hm?" MC looked back over at their family member, snapping out of their thoughts as the sound of the opened can cracked.

"Mason." They gestured towards Mammon, nodding a bit. "I was a little worried--"

"Oh please," MC sighed a little.

"I was! Here you are, disappearing all the sudden to study abroad and then later tell us you're with someone. We don't get pictures, we hardly get calls, we get a hand-written letter of all things, so yes, we were all a bit worried. But..." They leaned over and placed a hand on MC's shoulder. "There's something about him...can't quite place it, but he's...different. I can tell he's been good to you."

MC's heart swelled a little. They looked up towards Mammon right as he looked back. When they locked eyes, he beamed and waved, cupping his hands around his mouth to shout. "You better watch me beat these losers!"

MC cheered him on as he turned back towards the other humans. Then they felt MC's company nudge them a bit. "Is it true he's got six other siblings?"

"Uh, yeah," MC answered honestly.

"Next time we do this, we'll have to invite all of them. Imagine how fun that would be!"

MC chuckled nervously. Trying to get all seven demons to control themselves accordingly?...Sounds almost more like a nightmare. But also...Maybe there would be a proper day where they'd all get to meet. The humans MC cared most of all meeting the demons they cared for most of all. "I think that would be nice." Although, as the frisbee game seemed to be ending, MC got up quickly, hoping to get away for a bit before they were asked any more questions. "Be back in a bit!" They jogged over warm sand to snatch Mammon by the hand, dragging him away.

"Hey, what's going on?" Mammon wondered as they both headed towards the sea.

MC looked back at him, feeling the waves coming up to wash over their feet. "I just wanted you to myself for a bit, that's all." They headed over to a quieter part of the beach, walking towards the ocean till the water was at their waist. "Thank you," they suddenly said, looking out towards the waves, listening to the happy screams of children, to the birds above them.

"Huh?" Mammon moved to stand in front of them, holding their arms in his hands. "Why? What did I do?"

"Just...for everything. For coming up here, for following this story I made up, for getting along with my family. I hope you're having fun, I know you're not really used to being away from the others."

"You're here, that's all that really matters to me, you know that."

MC felt a warm tug in their chest. "I know. I love you."

Mammon had to look away for a moment, but inevitably glanced back. "I love you too." MC pulled at him a bit, gesturing for a kiss. PDA typically embarrassed him, but who was he to deny something like that? He closed his eyes and leaned over just in time to get a sudden splash of water in the face. He spluttered a bit, watching MC laugh and suddenly swim away. "Oi! You little....Come back!" He meant to sound frustrated, but he couldn't help but laugh, diving into the ocean to catch his human, snatching them by the waist. "Gotcha. Gimmie what you owe me."

"Fine, fine," MC, turning in his grasp to plant a kiss on his lips. "Hm, too salty."

"And whose fault is that for splashing me, huh? I think I deserve interest for that!"

MC wrapped their arms around his neck and kissed him once more, rubbing his back a little as they parted. "There, happy now?"

He hummed like he was thinking it over. "For now." They both waded in the water a bit, enjoying each other's company. "I'm really glad I get to be here with you. This has only been one day and yet I feel like the happiest demon in the world. This is going to be a great vacation."

"Yeah," MC agreed, the last bit of anxiety they were holding suddenly unraveled while they were in his arms. They looked off in the distance where their family was playing. "It will be."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #gn!mc

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starlight-starfury · 4 months

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Under Starlit Boughs

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Characters: (F!Elf!MC) Raine Nightbloom x Tyril Starfury

Rating: General

Warnings: None, but I’ll warn you it’s unapologetically sappy 😅

Length: 2k

Summary: After talking about the old parties of legend, the Fae realise they finally have cause to throw one of their own.

Tags: @liviusofpella @watatsumi-island @inlocusmads @lilyoffandoms @brycesgirl @sophie-summer @lancelotsimp @megas-choices @princess-geek @julia-highstorms @citrusdarling @mavidraws @lover-also-fighter-also @otakudreamer @stars-are-within-me @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @camillyohfreire @mindlesschicca @queen-arabella-of-cordonia @choicesficwriterscreations (tagging everyone who interacted with this post, if anyone wants to be added to the tag-list permanently please let me know! I’ll be making a post about it in a few days as well 💜)

A/N: Because we deserved a cute Whimsywood date 🫶

A song of laughter echoed in the air as everyone sat crowded together under the shade of the pearl petal tree, telling stories and sharing fruits that tasted of sweet mallow and fine dew.

Even the forest seemed to find wonder in the joyous occasion as the trees sent forth a gentle breeze, causing the flowering boughs above to sway and the soft petals to cascade down around the storytellers like light rainfall.

As the Fae reminisced over tales passed down from their ancestors about the Light realm, questions began to arise, and Tyril spoke. “Stories of your parties have become legend in our world. What were they really like?”

“That was long before I sprouted,” the Fae Elder answered, silent throughout the conversation but now smiling fondly at the memory. “But I heard the tales from my elders. They spoke of intricate fashion, delectable foods and wine that tasted of Light.”

“You mean to say, you’ve never thrown one yourselves?” Raine asked.

Willow shook their head. “Very few of us remain, and we’ve no cause to celebrate of late. Not with Shadow lurking so close.”

“Of course you do!” She said. “You’ve been trapped in the shadow realm for centuries, isn’t returning to your homeland worth celebrating?”

The Fae whispered and hummed amongst themselves for a moment, their murmurs like the faint rustling of leaves amid the forest undergrowth before they leapt to their feet enthusiastically.

“Raine is right!” Willow declared, beaming. “Let us all rejoice. To returning to the realm of Light, and to honour our new friends who will help ward our forest from the Shadow!”

The glade seemed to thrum with excitement as everyone stood and the Fae began making their preparations. Raine made her way over to Tyril, who had leant against one of the ancient trees and was gazing around at the magical clearing, awestruck.

“I see some things never change,” she grinned. “I’m glad you finally got to meet the Fae, Tyril.”

A smile touched his lips as she reached his side. “I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

He nodded back to the forest, where multicoloured orbs of light drifted through the air like fireflies. “It’s incredible that a place so vibrant and full of life can exist in a world such as this.”

Raine looked towards the enchanted scenery, admiring how the trees seemed to bend and dip their branches in greeting to the Fae as they walked past, and how the glowing flowers bloomed in clusters like starlit nebulae below. It made her mind drift back to the Deadwood, the decayed forest merely remnants of a distant memory compared to the magical sight before her.

“Well,” she said at last, “if all this travelling has taught me anything, it’s that beauty often thrives in chaos.”

Tyril’s eyes softened as his gaze shifted to her new attire. She looked like a forest nymph or woodland goddess in the sylvan dress, woven of emerald silk and flowing gossamer that shimmered like dappled sunlight alongside the entwined branches climbing across her fair skin. A crown of leaves was nestled in her hair, and her eyes shone violet as the wisteria blossoms above.

“It does, indeed.” His smile was tender as he reached up to gently cup her cheek and she swayed into his touch, his words a faint whisper against her skin. “Even the stars envy the brightness at which you shine.”

His sentiments were proven true as she beamed under his praise, but before she could answer him the Fae returned to the clearing all at once, and the moment was disturbed like ripples spreading across the surface of a tranquil pond.

“Come, come!” Willow beckoned, and the group reconvened beneath the pearl petal tree once more.

Raine noticed some of the Fae were holding instruments, elegant wooden flutes with budding sprouts that appeared to have been carved from the branches of a fallen tree.

“Is this one of your traditions?” She asked.

“Yes!” Tansy clapped. “The Fae Circle is one of our oldest celebrations, with much music and dancing!”

“Hang on, a Fae Circle?” Mal said before turning to the rest of the group, voice hushed. “Are you sure this isn’t just a trick to keep us here forever?”

“Mal!” Nia scolded. “Don’t be rude!”

“What, haven’t you heard the legends? Mortals who entered a Fae circle were never seen again.”

Imtura followed his gaze pointedly towards where a series of petrified faces were engraved in the bark of a large tree. “…Those aren’t just carvings, are they?”

Willow’s large eyes saddened, a swirling mist shimmering within the dark pupils. “They came to harm our forest, but the trees are our home and family. They would have plucked us from the soil one by one and uprooted everything!”

Raine leant in to whisper to Tyril. “Is all of this true?”

He nodded slowly. “I’ve said before that the Fae are made of magic down to their very essence. That power can become wild and unrestrained if provoked, and it sounds as though they’ve been a target in the shadow realm for some time.”

The nearby Fae’s ears began to droop as Willow continued speaking. “We try to strengthen our roots and bloom despite our hardships, but the trees cast a heavy shadow, and our numbers grow smaller still.”

Raine frowned. “You won’t have to worry about that in the Light realm, we’ll make sure no one harms your forest.”

Willow’s eyes brightened once more at her encouragement. “We cannot thank you enough! Please understand, the Fae Circle is an act of joy and all will be safe. And since you have come to help us, the forest will always remember you as friends.”

Tansy nodded. “The trees also like it when we play music to them, their boughs are always lighter and their leaves shine bright.”

“How does the Fae Circle start?” Tyril asked, and those holding instruments sat themselves upon the grass, lifting their flutes as they began playing a delicate yet jubilant tune.

“Everyone must stand in a circle around the tree and hold hands!” Willow said cheerfully, and Raine smiled as Tyril entwined his fingers with hers.

The rest of the Fae were the ones who began leading the dance, and the others quickly picked up the unfamiliar steps. It wasn’t long before everyone found themselves spinning and twirling around the pearl petal tree in unison.

Laughter filled the air once more, and the sweet petals drifted down around them as though joining in the dance as well until everyone was rosy-cheeked and breathless.

The celebration carried on through brief respites, sharing refreshing drinks between dances and telling stories both old and new. For once, both the realms were united in their joy, and together they could help the Fae create a brighter future for their people, and for each other.

When all the air had escaped her lungs, Raine wandered towards the edge of the glade to catch her breath. It wasn’t long until Tyril found his way to her side, and together they both sat down on a fallen, moss-covered log.

She looked up to where the branches of the great trees parted to reveal the vast night sky, an expanse of darkness that seemed impenetrable by even the brightest light, unusually empty and bare.

“There are no stars here,” she murmured. Without them, the sky felt hollow, like a canvas lying blank. No famed hero’s legacies lied etched across the surface, no constellations adorned the sky shimmering with stories still untold, no glimmer of hope was to be found in the endless dark that stretched on eternal.

“Then we make our own.” Tyril said, before he cupped his hands and little motes of starlight drifted from his fingers into the air. The colourful specks hovered there for a moment, emitting a soft glow that pulsed in unison with the rhythm of their beating hearts before rising up to settle themselves among the lush branches.

“They’re beautiful.” She smiled and they both sat quietly for a moment, feeling more at ease in a realm full of chaos and uncertainty while in each other’s presence, watching as the lights twinkled softly above.

“Do you find it strange? Seeing a sky without them?” Raine asked.

He nodded slowly. “In Undermount we revere the stars, our very existence is mirrored in their being. The history of our people is written among them, with each great victory and tragedy carved into the constellations like a woven tapestry to display all we have been through, and all that is to come.”

Tyril lifted his gaze past the tree branches. “To imagine a place without their existence feels…wrong.”

She looked down, subconsciously beginning to rub her wrist. The skin where her bindings had been was red and raw, another reminder that she had allowed herself to be captured, that she had been weak.

A frown creased his expression as he glanced at her hands, but his voice was gentle when he spoke. “None of us blame you for what happened.”

“And what if I blame myself?” She whispered, tears beginning to pool in her eyes. “Everyone went through so much because of me, especially you…”

Raine trailed off as he slowly lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her wrist, each brush of his lips lighter than a butterfly’s wings.

She dipped her head as her cheeks flushed light pink, warming under his gaze before he pulled her into his arms and she leant her head to rest against his shoulder.

He murmured into her hair. “I couldn’t protect you last time and I…I blamed myself every day you were gone because of it.”

“Tyril…” she frowned. “None of that was your fault.”

“I know, but that does not change the fact that I failed you.” His eyes filled with sorrow as he traced a finger along her jaw, tilting her chin to look at him. “Every day my heart ached for your return. To see you again, even if you were but a fragment of a dream…”

She let the tears fall as she pressed her lips softly to his, overcome by emotion as she ran her fingers through his raven hair, longer than she remembered. His kiss held all his heartache and remorse from that painful year before he leant back, resting his forehead against her own.

They stayed that way until a softer tune began to play from the more lively part of the forest, and Raine threaded her fingers through his. “May I?”

“Always,” he smiled as she led him to his feet, the two of them alone in their own section of the woods. “Do you remember the first time we did this?”

“Danced?” She asked, and a pleasant night breeze surrounded them as Tyril guided her into position. “You mean at the masquerade?”

He nodded. “Sometimes that feels like a lifetime ago, as though everything has changed since then.”

“And yet, nothing at all.” She said, her voice quiet and tinged with sorrow.

His gaze was far away for a moment before he looked back towards her once more. “Never mind that now, all that matters is having you back in my arms.”

“And there's no place I'd rather be,” she smiled.

He spun her into a graceful twirl before pulling her back in close, and they swayed together gently as the song slowly faded into the next.

They danced until Raine found herself backed against one of the grand oak trees, and when she looked up she could still see the little stars Tyril had summoned earlier hovering among the branches, some of them twinkling as though they were shooting across the sky.

“I like having our own little universe,” she said, and the bark was rough against her fingertips as he leaned in for a kiss once again, like a blazing star that would sooner collapse than part from her touch.

“The night sky is ours,” he assured, and the rest of the forest seemed to melt away under his embrace, until it was just the two of them dancing beneath their stars above.

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Treasure for Three Days [4]

Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader

//NSFW, oral (receiving and giving), Denial, make-up (oral) sex, alcohol consumption.

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Previously

He stopped in front of you, and you froze.

Is he gonna hit you? Shout at you more?

You gulp as you wait for his words.

Day two [Sun is beaming high, It's Afternoon]

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Wow.

Miguel didn't expect it to go it that way, but maybe it's really the alcohol talking and moving his body.

But.

As far as he could remember, he isn't even a lightweight.

There's a wobble in his footsteps, and he stammered in his words a bit, but he isn't drunk.

He isn't drunk.

He tries to convince himself, but really, he feels like his trying to convince a non-existent person.

So how did he end up here?

He stares into the ceiling above his bed, you next to him, taking a nap. Your dress was still on, and so were his pants and blouse.

But your taste lingers on his tougue.

So how did he end up here?

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He remembers walking up to you after slamming the door.

You stood there, shocked yet patient as to what he's about to say.

"I...."

Your eyes look at him more expectantly, waiting and waiting.

"I... Do you uh...Do you need new clothes?" he stammered, and he wants to hit his head on the nearest surface for that. Him? Stammering? Over a spoiled brat of a princess, he keeps hostage? Yeah, right.

Your eyes widen a bit not expecting him to ask you of that.

He looks at you more waiting for your answer.

"I um... It's actually okay. Maybe I can stitch some tears together again with spare fabric, needle, and thread." You finished.

He's glad you didn't make it awkward as it already is. Needle,thread, and fabric? Yeah, he can work with that.

"R-right. Yeah, sure, whatever."

Yeah, once he leaves you, he's gonna jump off the ship and leave it up for the crew to do rock-paper-scissors for a new captain.

He finds his footsteps unmoving though.

"O-oh and um..." You started, snapping him out of his foggy head.

"I just... You're right, I should be thankful to you for what you did last night." Your head moved to avoid his eyes, and he holds himself back from grabbing your face to turn it over back to him.

"But that's all. That's not gonna cover up the fact that you still took me hostage." You lightly chuckled, and he can't really blame you for that.

"Yeah... Whatever." He nodded.

Silence took over the place and tension seemed to rise. But not a heavy and suffocating one.

This tension feels...Different... As if something should happen, waiting around the corner just to occur.

Your head is still slightly tilted away from him,but it doesn't hide your lips from his view.

Is it him, or did his eyes seem more focused than any other telescope could do. His eyes automatically go to your lips, your neck, and finally, your exposed cleavage.

"Miguel?"

His body lurched to stand straighter, feeling his bones pop from the sudden movement.

"Wh-what?" He harshly grunted, trying to hide the fact he was looking as your chest.

"Are you drunk?" Your eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Why do you care?"

"I just didn't take you for a lightweight, that's all." you shrugged

He swears his not a fucking lightweight, he chugs barrels of beer, bottles after bottles of rum and occasionally a glass of wine where he stole it from bars and royalties.

So why is he feeling this way?

Both of you still didn't move away from each other.

And you know what?

Fuck it.

Fuck you.

Fuck your hypnotizing body.

Fuck your attitude.

Fuck the way you look at him.

And fuck your lips.

The empty bottle that his hand is still gripping let go of it, making it shatter in the floor, scattering shimmering pieces of glass everywhere.

Your eyes widened, and your lips opened in shocked.

Perfect.

His dived in while your distracted, his hands came up to hold the sides of your waist, and his lips landed on you.

He swears he's not drunk, even when he melts at the taste of you.

He swears he's not drunk, even how he deeply groaned when your hands came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him deeper.

He swears he's not drunk when his hands carry you to the edge of the bed.

He swears.

He.

Is.

Not Drunk.

When he pushes you to lie down and lifts up your dress as he kneels to the hardwood floor, ripping off your underwear.

You yelp from the force but immediately gasp when you felt a wet muscle, drag up to your slit.

He knows his little princesa is a pure virgin, saving that all for the future king. He settles for this.

This taste that leaves him wanted for more.

So he did more. He continues to lick up your slit, sucks on your clit while one finger enters you.

Your head is threw back and you let out a long moan.

The sounds you make, made him continue his actions rougher and more desperate.

Usually, he doesn't even do this much effort for the girls he laid with, thinking of it as just an obligation.

But you.

You made it different, unique, and exciting. More worthy of doing.

Your taste made him desperate for more, your moans are music to his ears.

"Argh- Mi-Miguel!" Your hands grabbed his hair.

Oh, he swears if he's not melting, then he's evaporating.

What makes this activity more exciting with you? When he did this a thousand times already?

He doesn't really care at the moment, since as of right now he hears your moan growing louder and louder, signalling you that your close.

His lips closed onto your clit sucking it even harder, making you yelp in pleasure.

"Mi-Mi-Miguel, I feel we-ird!"

Your legs started shaking beside his head.

"Just let go hermosa, let go." He grunted as he continued his actions.

Your legs shook more when he licked your slick while his nose rubs agaist your clit.

"Mig-ueelll!!"

Your legs clamped down his head, trapping him between it. He doesn't find anywhere in him to complain.

Your taste exploded onto his toungue, and he licks it all up, trying not to waste anything, not a single drop.

Maybe he is drunk.

Drunk on your taste.

Your legs are still shaking but only so slightly. When he looks up from his place, he sees your chest heaving up and down.

When he finishes his work, he notices his pants are tighter than usual, and he knows he has to go somewhere to deal with it.

He stood up from his place, ignoring his throbbing knees. His movements gathered your attention, so as the thing between his legs.

He notices your face, wanting to say something.

"Can... Can I help you,w-with that?" Your flushed face looks up to him.

He groans internally, and the view of you below him looks amazing, but he gathers himself when he professed your question.

Do you know what to do?

Do you have expierence?

His thoughts were cut off when he saw you kneeling in front of him, and he held himself back from coming then and there.

As you pull down his pants, you were taken aback by his size. Were all men this big? You still haven't really experienced sleeping with a man, let alone touch them this intimate.

Miguel watches as you take a deep breath and gather your thoughts. Your tongue goes out to lick a bit of pre-cum that was leaking out.

Miguel's hand went to the back of your head to grip your head. His breath stuttered, encouraging you to continue.

Minutes pass, and his cock was halfway into your mouth.

He swore laying with a different woman won't be the same anymore. His thoughts turned foggy from the feeling.

"Come on, princesa, breath through your nose... Come- ughg- on."

Drool continuesly slide down to your chin. Your eyes are glossy from tears as you try to fit him more to his mouth.

You listened to his advice and breathed from your nose as you took him deeper into your mouth.

Miguel's breath hitched when he felt his dick hit the back of your throat making you gag.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He took both his hands to grip the sides of your head to push himself down to your throat making you gagged harder, tears were streaming down your cheeks and your drool is starting to form a small puddle on the floor.

"Hrk!- Urgg- Fuck!" He roughly exhaled.

Your hands went to his thighs and gripped on his pants for dear life, while he used your head as he pleases.

His dick kept hitting the back of your throat again and again, and you know you're gonna have trouble speaking tomorrow.

"Tha-that's it!"

You didn't even notice you were moaning since all you are feeling is his dick.

The vibration from your moan made him thrust into your mouth rougher while holding your head in place.

You felt his dick twitched on your throat, and before you know it, warm liquid filled your throat, sliding down.

His breathing stopped for a while as he let's himself drown at the feeling of you gagging on his cum.

After a moment, he pulled out, cum still leaking from his tip and some dripping down to your cleavage.

Yeah.....Maybe he's a bit drunk, tipsy perhaps.

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He exhales a breath, one arm wrapped around you while you sleep on his chest.

He doesn't even remember how he got into this position, he always leaves once his done emptying his pent up feelings to any woman he could find.

He sighs to himself.

What is he gonna do with you?

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hello my dear, first of all many thanks for everything you write for us. I know the requests are really A LOT and that's why I want to thank you for indulging us!

Aaaaand I actually have a request lmao actually it's just an idea I wanted to share. I was thinking: what if the bad batch (+ Rex, if you feel like it) confess to the reader and she feels the same way but she's kinda scared because she has never been in a relationship? (not only when it comes to intimacy, but regarding her feelings as well)

I don't know if that makes sense or if you have already written something similar (I apologize if you already have).

Again, thank you for your time. Have a nice day! 😙

Aloha! I'm not sure if I got that right, but I'm trying my best 😅

The Bad Batch/Rex x Inexperienced Reader (In every regard) HCs - Untouched Innocence

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After your clone confesses his affection to you, you confess to him that you have never been in a relationship before, everything related to it is new territory for you. Here's how he reacts.

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Tech

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand"

Tech looks at you innocently, questioning. The fact that he just confessed his feelings for you still makes his pulse race. He is excited and a bit beside himself.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," you say carefully, "I don't have any experience with it, in any way."

His cheeks blush a little and he smiles shyly.

"Oh. But you have feelings for me?"

Your nod, makes his heart beat faster once again.

"Well, that makes two of us," he finally admits.

Tech is a very logical, but also gentle mind. He has no problem whatsoever with taking things very slowly and step by step. He has butterflies in his stomach and all he wants is for you to feel comfortable with him. So you can count on him to accommodate you in every way.

"I'm looking forward to exploring this new territory with you".

Hunter

"Oh, I see," Hunter says slowly.

After a moment of silence, he asks, "And you're afraid I'll want to jump right in? Or that it would bother me that you want to take things slow?"

You admit, "Honestly, yes."

Hunter smiles softly and gently strokes your cheek with his knuckles.

"Mesh'la, don't worry, I want you to feel safe and secure with me, I would never force anything or push you."

"Really?" you ask, looking up at him, hopefully.

Hunter nods and says solemnly, "You have my word, Mesh'la. One step at a time, you set the pace"

Relief floods through you as you are truly drawn to him, and you are incredibly glad that he is so understanding.

You smile and say, "Sometimes I look at you and I can't believe you're real".

Hunter laughs softly, "Want me to pinch you just to show you that I really exist?"

He pinches you, but in the arm, but gently and grins at you.

"What does it look like now? Am I real now?"

With a giggle, you say, "That was meant metaphorically."

"I know," he says with a grin, "I was just having a little fun with you."

Wrecker

He shrugs his massive shoulders and says with a smirk, "I have no experience either. I've never found anyone as great, and gorgeous as you".

You feel heat rising in your cheeks. Wrecker, the gentle giant, is a true gem. He gently lifts your chin with one finger and says, "Well, I think this is wonderful, we can explore this new territory together."

He takes his hand back down and beams at you.

"Only if you want to, of course"

Shyly, you smile back, "I would love to".

You flinch briefly in shock as he lets out a squeal of delight, but then you laugh heartily. Wrecker is so lively and full of infectious joie de vivre. It's almost impossible not to feel alive and energized in his presence.

Softly, he asks you a moment later, "Maybe tonight we'll go to the fair that's in town?"

"Sounds like fun," you say with a nod.

Wrecker says eagerly, "That will be fun, I'm sure. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, you're always safe with me."

Echo

Echo laughs nervously and says somewhat shyly, "Well, I'm not completely inexperienced myself, but as far as real feelings go, this is also new territory for me."

You're glad he's so open with you.

"I just wanted you to know that I don't really know what's next. I mean, theoretically, of course I do," you say, a little uncertainly, stepping from one foot to the other.

Echo smiles and gently grabs your upper arms.

"Relax, my dear, we don't have to rush into anything. We'll take our time, you can set the pace if you feel more comfortable with it"

With a relieved sigh, you hug him stormily and Echo wraps his arms around you after a brief, somewhat startled hesitation.

"Are you okay, Mesh'la?"

You snuggle up to him and say dreamily, "Everything's wonderful."

Echo laughs softly, also relieved, and says, "Very good, my beautiful."

Crosshair

He looks at you thoughtfully for a long moment, which makes you feel a little unsettled.

But finally he says calmly, "Thank you for being so honest with me.

Still a little unsure, you look up at him.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Crosshair replies, "You'd be surprised how many people would lie about something like that."

After a moment of uncertain silence, he says, "Well, I guess I should be honest too."

"That would be great," you say with a small, shy smile.

You know Crosshair is a rather closed person and rarely opens up, but with you, he wants to be as open as he can.

He sighs softly before saying, "I've had experiences of an intimate nature, and for a while I thought the rush of it was something like affection or love. Since I've known you, however, I know that there's more to it than that, and that this feeling can go much deeper even without physical contact."

You look at him in amazement, you didn't really expect that. You feel flattered, honored almost.

You don't know if you should say something.

Quietly you say, "Thank you, it means a lot to me that you are so honest".

He nods with a small smirk and says, "Don't worry, Kitten, this feeling you're giving me is well worth approaching with patience and sensitivity."

Rex

He smiles, and your world becomes all soft and shimmery, as it always does when he looks at you like that. Rex is a gorgeous man, strong, with integrity and yet gentle at the right moments. Full of verve and yet very thoughtful. You adore him.

You can understand why his men trust him and look up to him.

"And you're worried because you have no experience?" he asks quietly.

You nod and say softly, "Sort of."

He gently puts a strong hand on your shoulder and says, "You don't have to. We can take our time and explore together what you're comfortable with and where it all takes us"

"You're a wonderful man," you say dreamily.

He laughs softly, you see his cheeks flush, and he scratches the back of his head nervously. He is a warrior, a strong, good soldier, and yet also a level-headed, gentle man. How could anyone not admire him?

"You really think so?" he finally asks.

"Yes, definitely."

With a smile, he says, "I look forward to seeing where we will go together"

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