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three to five things that your character can be identified by. ˎˊ˗
emotions/feelings.
yearning, longing
curiosity
love, love, love
wanderlust
excitement at the bare minimum
(the softest feelings in all the world, all of them)
colors.
pale rosy pink
light green
sunshine yellow
lavender purple
bright baby blue
scents.
flowers, various herbs, gardens
rain
warm baked goods
something unidentifiable but so sweet it makes you a little dizzy
fashion.
floral sundresses
blue jean overalls
mini skirts
cottagecore crop tops
‘fun’ (allie words, which could mean anything) oversized sweaters
objects.
polaroid pictures of loved ones, so many of them
twinkling fairy lights
pockets full of little treasures
miscellaneous sparkly things
plants and flowers, of course
body language.
pleading doe eyes and the pout that comes with it
bright, beaming smiles
nose scrunching
giggles
all of the physical touch all the time, both casual and more purposeful
extra: being bouncy! also fidgety.
aesthetics.
so much glitter, speckled everywhere
sunkissed skin and freckles
flowers tucked behind ears
chipped, colorful nail polish
cottagecore mixed with party girl barbie. cottagecore but euphoria
tagging; you, steal this and say i tagged you!
#don't look too hard shhhhh i do what i want#this was so fun. i love my girl i love my girl#، ݁ ˖ ୨୧ ଓ ‚ imagery .#، ݁ ˖ ୨୧ ଓ ‚ study .
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before moving in with them vs. after moving in with them
|| When you move in together. || Wind Breaker ||

sooo uh funny story I actually posted this but it kinda disappeared i really tried finding it so i decided to post it again lol @kajibunny this is for you my love!! you’re the absolute sweetest <333
: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Kaji Ren. Umemiya Hajime.
❥ Sakura teared up when you asked him if he wanted to move in together. For the first time in his lonely life he will get to share a home with someone and that someone is none other than his most precious person in the entire world, you. Days leading up to the move, he had certain doubts plaguing his mind that maybe you'd come to regret this decision but you quickly eased his worries with your soothing words and gentle touch. Sakura doesn’t own a lot of belongings himself but the things he treasures are the things given to him by you. So, there wasn’t much to pack for him so instead he spent his time helping you pack your belongings. Stars literally shone in his eyes when he entered his new home, you giggled seeing him run around, inspecting every corner - like a child seeing his first snow. He was excited to unpack everything, asking you where things should go. When you called him out on his enthusiasm, he flushed red, stammering as he tried to deny. You don’t have to do any of the heavy lifting because Sakura insists on doing them all. Once you both settle in, in a rare moment he boldly pulls you into a tight embrace - his eyes glowing with warmth. “Thank you for giving me a place to call home...”
“Look! It’s our very own kitchen! Woah, this bathtub is huge! Is it really okay to call this mine…?”
❥ Suo did not express his happiness by jumping around or shouting at the top of his lungs. However, if he were to describe his reaction to your acceptance, that is what he felt inside when you agreed to move in with him. He'd nod along smiling as you rant on about the many things you'd like to do in the new house. A thought did cross his mind into hiring movers to do all the work (he’s a rich boy), but he figured it would be more personal and meaningful if you both did it. Suo has everything packed neatly and labeled, so you’d both have an easier time settling in. He’d always ask you if this is where you’d like this thing to be put here or not, valuing your opinion above his own. Suo does not mind if the curtains are of a certain color or if a certain furniture has a high price range. He’ll happily provide you with a card to spend to your heart’s delight. He’s just content to see a smile on your beautiful face. It really did not take long for you both to settle in, with strength remaining. Suo had everything planned out from the very beginning after all. Afterwards, Suo hugs you from behind as you both silently bask in the atmosphere of your new home.
“The sofa looks wonderful, my love. Though it would look better with you laying on it.”
❥ Kaji cracked his lollipop in one bite alone, when you asked him if he wanted to move in with you. It took him a moment to cool down his red face and racing mind, to properly give you an answer. When he said yes, you jumped onto him in excitement causing him to hurriedly catch you in his arms with a surprised yell. He wouldn’t voice it aloud but he was just as excited as you are. As he was packing each of his belongings into a box, his mind couldn’t help daydream of the life you’d share together. To wake up every morning to your beautiful face when the sun rises and to kiss you goodnight every night when the stars glimmer. You would no longer have to be separated from one another. He only snapped out of his daydream when the sound of a shutter came from your phone.
“You look adorable smiling to yourself. What were you thinking about?”
“Huh?! I wasn’t s-smiling! Delete that!!”
Instead of his usual headphones, Kaji opted to play music on a speaker, both his and your favorite songs while you both unpacked. You giddy moving around your new home, moving along to the music. Once your favorite song came on you couldn’t help but pull a reluctant Kaji along to dance. After a long day of unpacking, you both lay tired in the middle of your living room side by side - his hand tightly holding yours.
“Where do you want this to go? H-Hey, are you listening to me..?!”
❥ Umemiya is a picture of a man who received the greatest news of his life when you accepted his offer to move in. You had to keep him from bouncing off the walls with his enthusiasm. Not before him pulling you into the tightest hug, real happiness gleaming in his eyes. Umemiya being excited was an understatement, everyday leading up to the big move he would excitedly gush to you of all the new things he would like to do together with you. All the vegetables and fruits he would like to grow in his new garden and maybe even get a pet together. His excitement radiating off of him like the bright sun. You'd have to monitor the packing process because Umemiya would like to stuff everything into one box or misplace a few things. However, when it comes time to move your stuff in he'll quickly usher you to sit down while he brings every box in, despite your protests. He'd even take his shirt off when it gets hot. Even when Umemiya is in the other room, you could hear his animated talking - bringing a smile to your face with how adorable he is. He did not show a moment of tiredness throughout the whole move but once you're both in bed together he pulls you in close with a smile on his face, - drifting asleep.
"Imagine how many get togethers we can have! A barbeque in the summer and a hot pot party in the winter...!"
#wind breaker#THIS IS MY DREAM COME TRUE!!1!1!1!1!1!1!!1 ☆彡#BRB PACKING ALL MY STUFF IN BOXES ASAP!!!!!!!#KAJI!!!! our future plans do not consist of you breaking your tooth from biting your lollipop too hard!! >:c#AAAAHHHHH I CAN'T HANDLE HOW IRRESISTABLE KAJI IS!!!!!! let alone being under the same roof as him?????? \(//∇//)\#kaji im also so excited i don't think we'll be getting any sleep the first few nights (*ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡#I UNDERSTAND THAT IT COULD HAVE A DIFF MEANING AADHHDBSHAHAHAHAH#KAJI REST ASSURED WE'RE THINKING OF THE SAME THING!!! ALSO REST ASSURED MY NEW WALLPAPER IS OF YOUR SMILING FACE HIHIHUHUHU CUTIEEEE#awWwwWwWw him putting his music on speaker ♡ dancing n being silly in front of kaji !!!!!! he'll see my wild side xD#where do i want this to go?!??? wherever you want to go ren!!!!! (*≧∀≦*)#SAKURA (>///<) IM NOT BLUSHING!! YOU ARE!!!#i think we both are hihihihihi he is so cutie!!!!#WE ARE GETTING YOU TWENTY PILLOWS SAKURA!!!!! and a cat plushie!!!!#SUO ASHDBSJSJSB i bet he has the manpower of 30 movers xD#suo what if i decorate our room princess pink with lots of ribbons?!??????#moving in with suo means you get to finally see him eat!!!!!!! i think HAHAHAH#and find out what's under that eyepatch!!!! and under those clothes OMG WHY AM I SO WILD TODAY o////o the suo effect!!!#HAYATO WDYM THAT SOFA WOULD LOOK BETTER WITH ME LAYING ON IT R U GOING TO LAY W ME#/mii has been kicked out of suo's house/ HAHAHAHAH#OMG UME BONUS!1!!1!1!1!1! I LOVE THIS!!!#HE IS SOOSOSOSO CUTE OFC there has to be a garden!!!!! AND A ROOM FOR SUGI AHHAHAHAH#he's still thinking abt his bbq party HAHDHWHAHHA DW UME we'll have a housewarming party too!!!#everyone's invited!!!!! <33333#SKIPPS THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING THANK YOU SO SO MUCH (((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))♡#everything i could ask for and MORE!!!!#this is my first ever request too so it's so special and dear to my heart (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♡#bcuz skipps is special and dear to my heart!!!!#shhhhh don't tell kaji!!!!! xD#mii's fave wb contents ☆#mii requests from mooties (ㅅ´ ˘ `)−☆⁎⁺˳✧༚ arigato!
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SHHHHH!!!
Full Masterlist Formula 1 Masterlist
Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!reader
Summary: Lando telling Ginge and max to be quiet cause your sleeping during the stream.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of killer documentary (if I have missed any please tell me!!!)
Lando had a random message from max f, asking if he wanted to join them on fortnite. A quick stream.
Lando was coincidentally bored, he didn't have much to do - you was watching a serial killer documentary that he found disturbing and boring. he knew damn well you would tell him all the gory things as well once you finished it.
Lando typed a quick thumbs up emoji and a 'sure mate'
You was like lando said, sprawled out on the sofa with some gummy bears. watching the new gory documentary. Lando leant over the sofa and placed a small kiss on your head "i'm gonna go stream, call me if you need me"
you give him a nod and a small mumble, all your attention on the documentary. he rolls his eyes at your intense focus on it.
he walks off to your bedroom, sitting at his gaming setup and putting his headset on. Making sure the stream is all working good and sturff.
Once that's all sorted, he finally hears ginge and max’s voices
Ginge let out a loud "Ahhhhh! Theres me' man." Lando laughs lightly and sits back in his chair "im here. im here."
Ginge sighs dramatically "yeah- finally."
lando rolls his eyes and laughs, Ginge huffs "Right- C'mon, Start the bloody game"
About half an hour goes by. your documentary finished. you let out a tired yawn, rubbing your eyes. they hurt from staring at the tv so long. you could already hear lando's speech about you watching tv too much.
You yawned again and grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa, tiredly standing up and wrapping it around you, waddling to the bedroom where lando was streaming.
You quietly open the door, stepping to him. he had his headset on so didn't notice you until he felt your tap on his shoulder
he softened and let out a small chuckle when he saw you, eyes droopy and the blanket wrapped around you. "You look comfy" You don't even respond, a yawn beating you to it. making lando laugh
He opens his arms, scooting his gaming chair back a little. He mutes his mic.
You settle into his lap, your chest to his. your face buried in his neck and the blanket now wrapped around you both.
Lando kisses your head softly "you okay for me to keep the camera and mic on?" he asks quietly. letting his hand caress your back under your hoodie.
You hum a yes against his neck and he nods even though he knows you can't see it. Lando turns his mic back on and keeps the camera on. the stream chat was spammed with comments
user1: Oh My GOD user2: WHO CAN LIPREAD?! user3: I WANNA KNOW WHAT HES SAYINGGGGGGG user4:i wish i was her so bad rn
Lando ignores the stream, focused on his game with ginge and max. their voices loud in his ear.
Ginge lets out an amused gasp when he spots lando's screen "Is that my favourite lass?"
Lando rolls his eyes and gives a small nose scrunch at the loud gasp ginge made. lando smiles a little "yep. she's pretty much asleep." ginge groans "awh- can she hear me?" Lando looks down to you, poking your back gently, where he was stroking. "can you hear ginge?"
You nod against his shoulder, a tired grin on your face "unfortunately" you mumble which earns an offended gasp from ginge.
Ginge scoffs "UH- EXSCUSE ME? DON'T YOU EVER- EVER EVER. SIT THERE, IN YOUR CHAIR- AND BE MEAN TO ME" (please tell me u get the reference)
Lando was laughing his head off, trying not to jostle you by him laughing so hard. you sigh tiredly but can't help the big smile on your lips...after all, ginge is funny.
Ginge chuckles "Nah i can't believe that. I thought we had somefink going!" ginge jokes, like usual. an inside joke.
Lando scrunches his face at ginge speaking louder than before, so you could hear ginge. "ah!- jesus christ"
Ginge chuckles "what? i gotta let her hear me!"
Lando laughs and rubs his ears, moving one of the headphones behind his ear and not directly on. "she can! i think the whole world can!"
Max laughs and scrunches his face as well at the noise “yeah man- I think I’ll have to get earplugs with my headphones, geez.”
a few minutes go by and you fell asleep on lando, your head rested on his shoulder, your cheek squished and most of your hair covering your face, so thankfully the the stream wouldn't get too many screenshots.
Lando noticed you had fallen asleep, but wasn't deep asleep yet. ginge and max’s laughs or yells making you stir ever so slightly.
Lando interrupts them "oi!- guys quiet down a little" lando says quietly but ginge and max yell at eachother over him.
Lando rolls his eyes with a small grin, and does a loud whisper "SHHHH", moving his finger to his lips jokingly.
Ginge chuckles quietly "Oh shit- is she asleep?"
Lando smiles and nods "yep. out cold."
Ginge nods and him and max quiet down, not wanting to disturb you.
They bite their fists and ginge punches the air when he dies in the game, not shouting because he doesn't wanna wake you up.
"damnit" ginge grumbles making lando smirk.
Ginge rolls his eyes with a grin "why's she so tired anyways?"
Lando tuts as he focuses on the game, "she's been watching this new serial killer documentary for the whole day. literally binged watched the whole series"
Ginge chuckles "ah that makes sense. such a y/n thing. i think out of anyone i know, she'd be the one to watch shit like that"
Lando chuckles and nods "yep. i have to listen to het tell me all the gory details" he says through a grimace
Ginge laughs lightly, "mh. I'd watch your back with her mate."
"looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill ya, ya know what i mean?" ginge says with a funny grin.
Making lando laugh high pitched, his signiature laugh. Lando smirks and jokes "tastes like one too"
Ginge grimaces and groans "Ah! Lando- you pervert! TMI"
Max grimaces as well "i wanna be who i was before i heard that"
#landonorris#lando#lando x y/n#lando fluff#lando norris imagine#lando imagine#lando norris x y/n#lando x you#lando x reader#lando norris#lando norizz#lando norris fanfic#lando norris fluff#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando fanfic#angry ginge#beahf1#fanfic#x reader#landoscar#formula 1#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1#f1 fanfic#streamer lando#max fewtrell
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In the trenches — nrk



synopsis: Ni-ki's girlfriend just came back from war
tags: bf!ni-ki x fIreader, established relationship, crack/ humour, no mention of "y/n", twitter war based on irl event (my own irl event)
warning: none
word count: 0.5k+
likes + comments appreciated
authors note: Wait why am i on a writing streak?? its because my tim drake oneshots on my alt account is flopping and im lowk mad af (shameless plug lol) so im just writing to make a feel better, and this oneshot is lowk so cute and funny.
The tranquility of Ni-ki’s room is nice. Your boyfriend lies comfortably on top of you, head resting in his well-worn area—your chest— as his feet dangle off the foot of his bed.
“And then I tweeted back a deez nutz joke that seriously set off OP because then they just started spamming me with a bunch of numbers an— wait, did I get doxxed?”
You pause for a moment and furrow your eyebrows in thought.
“Nah, no way. Anyways, I ignored their tweet, obviously, and kept sending them Hilson fan art because I checked their bio and guess what?”
You wait for Ni-ki’s reply, hand finding home at the back of his head, combing through his hair gently.
A moment passes.
“Riks, are you asleep?”
Your hand pulls away, which instantly pulls your boyfriend out of dreamland as he chases your hand, “Hey, why’d you stop?”
“You whore! You weren’t even listening to my story!”
“Was too!”
You give him an incredulous look, an eyebrow raised expectantly: “What was I talking about?”
There’s a beat of silence before Ni-ki pulls his head away from your chest to look you straight in the eye, as if he were ready to answer.
But nothing comes out.
“I knew it!!” You gasp, offended, pinching his side, making him whine like a baby. “I’m sorry! You just get into so many Twitter wars, it’s hard to keep track!” Ni-ki justifies as he takes your wrist in his hold and pulls your pincers away.
“I only do it in your honour! They were totally flaming you.”
“You flame me.”
“Yeah, but I make up for it by letting you sleep on my tits.”
“True that.”
You sigh dramatically, returning your hand back to his hair, massaging gently—to Ni-ki’s satisfaction. “Now that you’re awake, I’ll continue,” you declare, and your boyfriend nuzzles his head back into your chest comfortably.
“Please continue.”
“They're homophobic!” You gasp, acting like you just found out.
“They’re homophobic!” Ni-ki mimics, adding his own boyish flare.
“I know, right? Can’t believe it, but I mean, they’re a hater for a reason.”
You continue your story about how your day in (Twitter) war, claiming that you are his “strongest soldier” and that the trenches never get any better as the days go by.
“Seems like you had a tough day, Sweet girl,” Ni-ki says soothingly, and you feel his deep voice rumble in your chest. “I really did,” you sigh dramatically, which makes him chuckle.
“Do you want a reward for your efforts?” He offers, as he lifts his head off your chest again. “Obviously, I don't do this because I have altruistic intentions.” you humour, tilting your head a bit.
“I don’t even know what altruistic means.”
“Just give me the reward.”
Ni-ki rolls his eyes, shifting his body closer to your face. He lifts his arms from your sides, using them to hold your face gently.
He reels you in, and places a gentle kiss on your lips.
Then he pulls away.
“That’s it?”
“And you call me the greedy one.”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes as push your hand– the one that was leisurely playing with his hair– and pull him into another, longer kiss.
This boy
⋆ ˚ ꩜ 。 ⋆୨୧˚
epilogue
You finally settled down from your rant, slowly drifting off to sleep.
“Wait, were you actually doxxed?”
“Go to sleep, Duckie.”
“Sweet girl, Did you get doxxed?”
“Shhhhh.”
author's note pt.2: i lowk love this epilogue thing, it makes me chuckle a bit. im so funny. Maybe its good my tim drake one is flopping because its making me write more ni-ki ones maybe ill write the others too! ALSO TRYING OUT NEW DIVIDERS!! @cafekitsune
#mandukkul#mandukkul’s aquarium#enhypen#enhypen niki#nishimura niki x reader#nishimura riki x reader#riki nishimura x reader#ni ki x reader#niki crack#niki fluff#nishimura niki#niki enhypen#nishimura riki#enhypen x reader
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Eddie’s Fantasy | Knight!Eddie x Princess!Reader

Semi proof read. Based off this blurb
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CW: Roleplay, reader addresses Eddie as 'sir' but not in a dom way, more of a respect kinda thing... it goes with the roleplay, you'll get it. Pure porn with some plot, oral (m+f), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding/cream pie, f!reader.
Needy kisses were passed between the both of you. You and Eddie sat on your bed, his hands gripped your hips, guiding them back and forth over his strained cock that was trapped beneath the black fabric of his jeans.
"Tell me your fantasies, baby," cooed him as you twirled a piece of his hair and sat in his lap.
The sex is always great and amazing, but you feel like Eddie is holding back on you; there is something he wants to share with you but is too timid to admit it. You’ve only just started dating. You’re at the stage where he just asked you to be his girlfriend, and you can’t keep your hands off one another.
"I-I-" he stutters as his eyes drift to the book sitting on the opposite side of your bed.
You follow his eyes and look over to see the book you had been reading before Eddie came over. You observe the cover he is looking at; a knight carrying a princess as he saves her from her capturers.
"Oh, baby, you want me to dress up like a pretty princess?" You smile.
Eddie nods his head profusely, mouth agape.
"Are you going to be my knight in shining armour? Do you want me to reward you for saving me from the dragon?" you ask with no judgment in your tone.
You hear Eddie curse under his breath as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
"Have my tits all pushed up in a pretty pink corset for you?" You lean in to brush your plush lips against his skin. "You wanna watch how they bounce as I ride my knight in shining armour?"
"Y-yes," he stutters.
"Okay, baby, I can be your damsel in distress"
You had it all planned out: You found your old Halloween costume, which you embellished a little with a pink corset like you promised, some petticoats for volume, and some extra jewels to really sell it. You curled and pinned your hair with smaller braids, just as he liked it.
You arranged to meet him at eight. As you were fixing your makeup, you heard a light knock on the door. You don't need to let him in, as he has his own key.
“Hey babe,” he calls out into the empty living room, seeing you were not in sight.
“Eddie! Quickly im in here!” You say with urgency.
You can hear his sock-clad feet pad down the hardwood floors as he rushes in to investigate, but he stops dead when he sees what you’re wearing.
You quickly turn, and he can see everything, the pink and blue lacy gown adorned with a lace corseted bodice that your breasts are pushed so far up his dick was hard in an instant. He loved the dainty curls that fell by your pretty face. You looked like a fairy princess, and he swore that’s when he fell in love with you.
“Oh, Sir Knight, thank goodness you are here!” You flung yourself into his arms. I never thought I would be saved!” You cupped his confused face and kissed him passionately.
“Baby, what is?—”
“Shhhhh, the dragon is so very hungry, they said I haven't much time.” You look around your room frantically.
“Ohhhhhhh!” And then Eddie gets it, and holy shit is he excited.
You give him a look to not break character.
“Oh,” he clears his throat. “I’ve travelled far and wide trying to track you down, Princess. It’s been an awful long journey.” He takes your hands in his and brings them up between your two chests to kiss the back of it.
“How could I ever repay, Thee?” You bat your lashes at him.
“It is my duty as your knight to protect you, Your Highness.”
“There must be something?” You creep closer and closer to him, letting your hands twirl a loose tendril.
“Well, there might be one thing,” he chides.
“Yes, Sir Knight?” You speak as you lean into his neck, gently brushing away his curls so you can leave a soft kiss on his neck.
“Shit, that’s good,” he whispers as your mouth travels lower to his collar bone and your hand glides down to his already erect penis.
“I would like to express my gratitude, Sir. Can I?” You start palming him through his cotton pants.
“Y-yes, Princess, I’ll do anything for you.” God, he was such a simp.
You give a satisfied smirk and sink to your knees. Your dress pillows out, and Eddie can’t help but moan, seeing your breasts falling out of the corset at this angle.
“Fuck baby, you’re too good to me; I am not worthy.” he cups your face, and you nuzzle into it. You’d do anything for him.
“Anything for my knight in shining armour.” You bite your lip, gazing up at him; your doe eyes don’t break contact until your hands finally help his cock out of its cotton confines.
You hear Eddie take a sharp breath as your glossy lips touch his reddened tip. You can taste the salty pre cum as you place it in your mouth.
Eddie wants to grip your head so badly in his hands but doesn't dare, knowing you spent all this time preparing for him. To be his pretty Princess. Just the thought alone was going to make Eddie cream his pants.
Eddie watches, not wanting to blink; he can't miss a moment of this. Your perfectly outlined glossy lips swallowing down his cock, your beautiful eyes gazing up at him lovingly.
You break eye contact when you feel Eddie's bush tickle your nose. Trying to slowly breathe, you swallow down and hear your knight moan from above. Slowly, you pull back, tasting every inch of him on your tongue before you push your head back into him at a much quicker pace.
You pump your hot wet mouth on Eddie's cock, enjoying every minute. You loved having this hold over your boyfriend, as you were the only thing he was focused on in the world.
"You suck my cock so good," he hisses, trying not to cum just yet.
With a pop, you release his cock from your mouth and replace it with your hand as you move lower to suck on his balls. No longer caring about your makeup, you smear your face into the wet skink of his undershaft, needing to worship him like he deserves.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Eddie was so close, your hand was jerking his so smooth and fast he almost exploded, but he stopped you just in time.
"I need you, princess, please." He begged.
"How do you want me?" You stand back up, and Eddie flips you around so you're facing the bed. You walk over together, and Eddie instructs you to lie down on your back while he undresses.
He gently guides your head down on the pillow, ever the gentleman.
"Need to treat you like the Princess you are." he hums as he gently peels up your skirts layer by layer to see you're not wearing anything underneath.
Eddie could see your pussy was already soaked, his mouth watered, and as he got closer, he could smell your arousal, which drove him insane every time.
The sweet aroma filled his nostrils; he had to taste you. Slowly, his soft lips trailed the inside of your thigh, leaving small bites to claim you as his. He crept closer and closer until the small hairs from your mound tickled his nose.
You hear Eddie take a deep breath and inhale sharply as you watch his eyes flutter shut, finally satiated.
Your eyes are closed, soaking up the moment; you feel a hand trail up and squeeze your breast as the other circles your entrance. You move your hand to cup the one that’s cupping your breast and guide it so the fabric releases your nipple.
Eddie loved your taste so much he could bathe in it. His sloppy kisses make your mind go blank as his saliva and the mix of your slick coat your inner thighs, the bed sheets and his face. You open your eyes and can see his face is glistening. You're absolutely dripping for him.
"B-baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!" You chant as your breath quickens. He loves seeing your chest rise and fall as he looks up at you through his lashes. Your sweet moans are his newfound favourite genre of music.
His tongue flicking over your clit over and over and over. Nipping and sucking and swirling as your wriggle beneath him. His strong large hands have your hips pinned down as you try and grind your pussy on his face. His fingers are diving into your plush hips, and the rough stubble from his chin and upper lip only makes the feeling much better.
Your orgasm hits you and your cum it's like liquid gold on his tongue. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to lap up your cum leaking out of your hole catching every. last. drop.
"Such a good job for me," he hums into you, sending waves of aftershocks through you. You gasp into his eyes, swearing you’ve never felt so loved, even if you have yet to speak those three words to one another.
“I need you, please, Sir.”
Eddie has totally forgotten about the roleplay until now. He was so consumed, pussy drunk, that your words only had him aching for you all over again.
“Time to show me your gratitude, Princess.”
You sit up and make room for Eddie to lie down on the bed because your usual position was for you to ride him. He loved to watch your tits bounce, to latch on your nipples while you bounce on his cock like his little bunny.
You go to take off your skirts because Eddie loves to watch as he disappears inside of you, but this time, Eddie stops you from undressing.
“No, please leave it on.” He asked while stroking his cock. You watch as his big hands grip the shaft, only making your pussy clench around nothing. No longer could you wait; the anticipation was too much.
Bunching up your skirts the best you can, Eddie guides your hips to be aligned with his shaft. He nods, and you sink down while he pushes himself up into you.
The sight before him is enough to have him cumming instantly. Your tits are so far pushed up that they’re basically falling out of your top, your head is flung back, exploding your neck, daring him to mark, your dress falls as you grip his shoulder for balance, and he is enveloped fully inside of you.
“Fuck you’re so tight.”
“You’re so big, I’m so full,” you moan as you raise yourself on your knees so you can ride him.
“You’re so perfect, my perfect Princess,” Eddie mumbles, leaning in so he can press his face in your chest. You start off slow, building up speed with each bounce.
A loud moan leaves your throat in reply to his praises.
Eddie is consuming you; even if he’s under you, you’re being devoured by him. His hands, his mouth, his thick long cock filling you so good you’re about to cry from the pleasure.
“Gotta take what’s mine,” he grits before he pushes the both of you up, and you land on your back, and he’s hovering over you. Quickly he pounds into you, eyes not veering from your chest as he watches your tits bounce.
“Are you mine, Princess?” His hips slap so hard into you that you feel his balls slap you with each hard thrust.
“Yours! All yours!”
Eddie swears his heart melts when the admission leaves your lips. He’s always waited for a girl like you to come around. Now you’re here, doing this for him and enjoying it? He never thought he’d be here with you.
“More,” you moan
“Not good enough for you, your Highness?”
“I-I-I,” you can’t speak, but Eddie knows what you need.
“Gonna fill up this pussy so good.”
Before you know it, you’re being flipped around, and your head is pressed so far into the mattress your neck is craned, and it hurts, but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, your dress is flipped up, and you’re all spread out, and he is ravaging you with his mouth once more.
His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.
Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A small wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes are rolled back, and you're in absolute heaven.
Eddie's hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit before he pulls back with a moan before he breathes you in as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.
“More” you need his cock once again. Nothing will be able to satisfy your needs.
“You want more Princess? You want me to fill up this pussy so good your belly will swell with my seed?
“Yes!” Your white knuckle grip on the pillow almost tears it apart.
"Mmmmm, that's my good girl. Tell me what you need. " he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.
“You, My Knight! You, you, you!” Your pussy clenches over nothing once more.
You're so close that you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him, and he pulls away and quickly inserts himself before you feel a sharp slap on your ass.
“Eddie!”
Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.
“Oh, Princess!” He cried, flinging his head back, fucking you with reckless abandon.
Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy. You can’t hold it any longer; everything is Eddie, everything is beautiful. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You hadn’t even released. You were changing his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice.
Uneven thrusts continuously pound into you until you feel the grip of Eddie’s fingers dig into your flesh so hard as he cums deep inside of you, you squeak, and Eddie loosens his grip immediately.
“Need you,” you slur mindlessly.
“You got me, Princess.” You both collapse on the bed, and Eddie's weight is comforting.
“And they lived happily ever after?” You try and roll over to look at Eddie; he pushes up and but so you can roll back over.
He kisses your nose. “And they lived happily ever after.”
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May I request a rafayel x virgin reader smut where they are getting intimate for the first time and she squirts and doesn't understand but as he breaks her hymen she bleeds and she panics when they are done etc?
Forever bonded
Pairing: Rafayel x virgin! mc
Warnings: smut, blood, mc basically freaking out at the end, virginity loss, inaccurate lore prbly, hurt/comfort, slight ooc fishie, oral both receiving, unprotected sex.
Summary: You and Rafayel decide to finally go all the way and form a bond by having sex for the first time, not realizing your body wants to react in ways you’ve never seen.
I don’t have Rafayel’s god of tides myth and I feel like that really dives more into Lemurian lore from what I’ve seen, so if it’s inaccurate shhhhh. In this fic, their bond is formed by the boom shakalaka. I also added in the scene of when he was possessed in the main story cause lowkey that form was hot.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
Rafayel's words linger on your skin as his lips draw down your jawline. His hand cradles your face, the other pulling your body flush against his chest. You let out a breath when his teeth scrape against the vein on your neck, your hips roll over his groin in retaliation, and he lets out a shuddering groan.
He pulls away, hands now settled on your hips as his lust-filled gaze locks onto yours.
"We should stop."
You frown at his words. Disappointed fills your mind as the burning passion swirls hotter in your tummy. "Raf, I think I'm ready."
Rafayel looks away briefly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he thinks. You're a virgin, and he wants to make sure you're a thousand percent ready. In the past, anytime you guys have gotten steamy with your make-out sessions, one of you feels forced to stop. His hands guide your hips off of him, and you think he's going to stop and just pull you into his arms to cuddle for the rest of the night.
Your toes brush against his thigh as you settle into your new spot. You're surprised when he swings his leg over your body, so now you're the one being straddled.
"Don't say those words if they aren't true," you see the hesitation in his eyes before he seals the words with a kiss. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you eagerly let him in. Your legs wrap against his waist and pull him impossibly closer to you. "Do you know what this means for my people?"
Rafayel pulls away again. Your noses brush against each other, and your breaths mingle in short pants. You shake your head 'no' slowly.
"Lemurians being in love is a blessing and a curse. When we fall in love, we love hard and become devoted," his head buries itself between the crook of your neck. A few more sloppy kisses are placed against the skin below your ear. "This is how my people create a bond."
He licks the shell of your ear, and his words make you shiver from the sensitivity. "If we bond, you're stuck with me for all eternity. It has no limits, even to death. I need you to know that if you don't reciprocate, the burden of me loving you will consume me entirely."
Rafayel sits above you now, his legs caging you in. When you take a minute to respond, he grabs your chin in his hand and forces eye contact.
"Do you understand?" His eyes are pleading as they search yours for confirmation. "This isn't something my people take lightly."
"I-I understand…" your words are breathy.
"Not to mention you're a virgin too, baby. Is this something you're ready for? If you wanna stop, I need you to tell me now-"
"No," you cut him off. "I'm ready, Raf, I love you."
He leans down to place another sensual kiss on your lips. A deep groan resonated within him.
"We'll take it slow, my love, don't you worry." His words reassure you, and his lips attach themselves to your neck. Little hums escape you as his lips hit all the sensitive areas.
Rafayel licks at the new hickey on your neck. Pulling away, he slowly gets off the couch, and his arms settle under your body before you lift to his chest.
He carries you through the hallway and to his bedroom. The dim lighting casts your shadows on the wall. He places you on the edge of the bed, and his thumb traces over the waistband of your shorts.
"Have you masturbated before?"
Yes. Yes, you have- many times, in fact. All to the thought of him finally taking you and claiming you as his. Just because you were a virgin doesn't mean you don't take some personal time a few times a week.
"Yeah," you shudder when your shorts slip off your legs, and your lacy panties are now on display.
Rafayel settles between your bent knees, and his arms curled under them. He turns them slightly to place a few wet kisses against your thighs. "What do you use? Your fingers or toys?"
He nibbles on the meaty part of your inner thigh.
"B-both."
A small laugh.
"Let's add my mouth to the list."
Rafayel's tongue drags down your slit through your panties, and you shudder. His teeth clamp down on the waistband, and he slowly tugs, his eyes locking onto yours. Once they're down to your knees, he dives into your cunt.
You let out a choked sound as his warm tongue explores your folds. He feels your hips rock slowly against his face, and his hold on your legs tightens ever so slightly to keep you in place.
This man slurps and laps at your cunt as if it's a great feast, and he's been starved for days. Filthy noises quickly fill the room.
"Raf," you moan, fingers curling into his purple curls. He groans in response.
His lips suction around your clit, and you arch your back at the pleasure driving through you.
"Mm, yeah, just like that."
His tongue moves in little circles around the bundle of nerves. He savors the way your body reacts.
As your moans become louder, his tongue quickens. You feel the familiar coiling of your tummy.
"Augh- I-I'm gonna…" the words die from your throat as quickly as they came.
Rafayel groans deeply against your core, and you shudder from the vibrations.
"You gonna come for me, baby?"
You hear his voice ring out, muffled slightly. Your toes curl, and you open your legs impossibly further into a butterfly position.
With a shaky whine, your orgasm rocks through your body.
Rafayel doesn't pull away immediately- his head stays down to slurp at the cum that leaks out of you. Your fingers are now loosely tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp.
When he pulls away, he's panting slightly. There's a primal look in his eyes that are glazed over. His fingers leave your trembling thighs and trail up his shirt before unbuttoning the buttons slowly.
You sluggishly watch from your spot, a new wave of heat already taking over your body. Rafayel doesn't break eye contact as he discards the wine-colored shirt. He leans in and hovers above you, his hands resting on your head. He licks his lips, and you catch the scent of your juices still lingering around his mouth.
"Here." His hand grabs yours and trails it down your body. He stops below his belt, and you can feel the hardening erection underneath the fabric of his pants. "Can you feel what you do to me?"
You shakily nod, and your fingertips dance lightly over his groin. He lets out a wince, shuts his eyes, and dips his head in the column of your throat.
"Raf?" You ask with your hand coming up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Hmm?"
"C-can I suck you off?"
Rafayel tenses, and his eyes shoot open at your request. Slowly, he pulls away and stares into your eyes.
"Are you sure? You don't have to"
"I want to." You state more firmly as he climbs off of you and rests on his knees. Your eyes drift to his large erection, and you gently ease him back more. Holding heavy eye contact, you unbuckle his belt slowly, the metal clanging against the buckle.
Rafayel breathes heavily as he watches your movements. The tip of his ears burn bright red, and he's sure his face isn't any better. Pulling his pants down, it's easier to see the shape of his cock through his boxers. A small patch of precum is visible on the tip.
Your hands clasp over his member through the fabric, and his body shudders in response. Nails swipe over the waistband of the boxers before they hook in and pull them down his legs as well. Rafayel's pants become quicker as he is now bare in front of you. His hard cock curls against his stomach, grazing the bottom of his lean abs.
"Oh fuck-" he breathes as soon as your lips take in his cock. You hum at the salty cum dripping from the tip. His hand softly tangles into your hair, keeping it out of your face as you slowly bob up and down.
Your mouth hollows, and your tongue pokes out to swirl against the tip, making his hips twitch and involuntarily buck.
Rafayel's sharp gasps slowly become breathy whimpers as you increase your speed. His full length hits the back of your throat, and you have to concentrate to keep yourself from gagging.
His fingers tighten against your hair and start to control your motions. "F-fuck!" Another buck from his hips.
You moan against his length when he bottoms out in your mouth, and the vibrations travel through his body.
"Baby, get off… 'm gonna-"
Rafayel does his best to ease you off his cock, but you grab his hips to pull him even closer to you. He rasps out a throaty cry when he finally releases. The white spurts of cum shoot into your mouth and hit the back of your throat, and you swallow every last drop, savoring the way he tastes.
His hand keeps you in place while he finishes riding out his orgasm. When you pull away with a small pop, a long strand of saliva connects from your bottom lip down to his girth.
Finally catching your breath, you both hold each other's gazes.
"You ready for the fun part, babygirl?" He whispers as his hand rests against your cheek. His thumb tenderly stroked the bone, and he savored how you leaned into his touch.
"Yes."
Without another thought, he pulls you in for another kiss. Your lips collide, and teeth scrape against each other in a constant hunger. Rafayel lays you back down on the bed, your head resting against the pillow as his cock starts to rub against your cunt. He takes his cock in his hand and places it between your folds, and you let out a hum at the sensitivity of it rubbing against your puffy clit.
Rafayel disconnects your lips, pulling away with an unsure look. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I'm sure, Raf." Your hand rests against his cheek, and your fingers brush lightly against his temple, scraping away the purple hair sticking slightly to his forehead from the sweat.
"Okay," he places a chaste kiss against your wrist, and his eyes dart to the nightstand. "Then I want to make sure this is as special as possible."
A spark flickers to life at his fingertips, and you watch in awe as the flame dances playfully, casting shimmering shadows on the walls. With a graceful flick of his wrist, the flame leaps toward the nightstand, igniting a cluster of candles that burst to life. The room is now bathed in a soft, warm glow, wrapping around your bodies like a tender embrace and transforming the space into an intimate haven.
"Now, where were we?"
His head lowers down to your lips again, cock still nestled warmly between your folds. Rafayel lets out another groan when he feels the limb becoming hard again, just begging to become wrapped in your tight walls.
After placing one last kiss on your lips, he pulls away and sits up.
You watch as he spits into his hand before rubbing it over his shaft. He grasps his now half-hard cock and rubs the tip up and down your wet folds, admiring the way you whine.
"You ready?" His eyes find yours as the tip grazes your entrance, and when you nod, he slowly pushes it in.
"Aagh!" You can't help the noise that escapes you from the sudden burst of pain. Rafayel halts his movements, and he carefully watches your expression.
"Are you okay?" He asks, voice tense from the way your hole is already fluttering at his cock.
"Mmhmm! K-Keep going..."
Nails grip his biceps when he slowly starts to push in again, leaving little crescent-shaped indents. You hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut as a way to bear with the pain.
"Go slow, go slow," you cry out, and he gives you another moment to adjust.
"Almost there, baby. You're doing great." He reassures.
You're a whining mess by the time he fully bottoms out. He lowers his head to your collarbone, kissing your skin tenderly. It takes a minute for your body to adjust to his length, and you try to focus on pleasure more than the pain of your hole being stretched out.
"I'm gonna start moving, okay?"
You let out a shaky breath as tears line the bottom lids of your eyes, but you nod regardless.
His thrusts start slow- very slow. Thanks to the candlelight, Rafayel can see every expression you create: every lip quiver, every scrunch in your eyebrows, and every bead of sweat that coats your forehead.
Your toes curl, and you loosely wrap your legs around his hips to draw him closer. His hips move a little faster now, and progressively, your grunts of pain start to morph into small moans of pleasure.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight." He whines lowly.
As his thrusts become quicker, your eyes flutter shut when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Both of your moans echo loudly throughout the room, harmonizing with the sound of his hips smacking the skin of your ass.
When you finally open your eyes, the tears that blurred your vision begin to clear, revealing a striking transformation. His once natural pinky-blue eyes now shimmer with a vibrant azure as if reflecting the ocean's depths. A glowing haze, the same captivating shade of blue, envelops his ears, subtly shaped to resemble delicate fins. Iridescent scales, similar to those of a fish, are scattered across his cheekbones, catching the light and creating a mesmerizing pattern.
"R-Raf?" You sound concerned at the sudden transformation and clench around him when those bright blue eyes lock onto yours.
"It's okay, darling," he reassures breathlessly and rests his forehead against yours. "The sea is accepting our bond."
Rafayel can't help but feel more lustful knowing the bond is being created and accepted. It ignites a primitive urge in him. His pace quickens again, and you feel the coil tighten in your tummy. A shuddering whine escapes you as you feel your impending orgasm about to crash down over you for the second time that night.
"Already, babygirl?" Rafayel teases when he feels your walls flutter around his cock.
His thrusts never cease, even when the blissful release finally overtakes your body. A tight-lipped squeal rings from you as your legs shake and tremble mid-air. Rafayel's moans start to shift into whimpers as he continues to pound into your dripping cunt.
"Rafayel!" You whimper out.
The overstimulating feeling quickly surges through your body, muscles tightening in response, and all you can focus on is his cock squelching in and out of your dripping hole.
Rafayel knows his thrusts are becoming too much; he can feel it by the way your nails dig into his shoulders as a warning, but he can't help it. The way your tight hole practically sucks him back every time he pulls out. "I-I'm almost-"
He can't think straight, and neither can you, so when you let out a loud cry- almost a scream- as your body writhes underneath his, he can feel himself coming undone. His hand tangles into your hair and draws your head closer to his chest while the other grips almost painfully at your hip.
His thrusts become sloppier as he draws nearer to his high.
The overstimulation quickly brings you to your third and final orgasm of the night. The knot in your lower tummy curls impossibly tight, and you try to pull away when your muscles tighten to the point where you feel like you're going to pee. Your hands settled onto his chest in an effort to push him away, but it was too late.
A flood of liquid squirts out of your cunt, painting your thighs and his abs with the glistening fluid. That's all it takes before a choked cry escapes him as he spills his hot cum into your tight cunt.
Your body falls limp to the bed, limbs sticky with sweat, and your chest heaving with sporadic breaths. Rafayel bottoms his cock into you once more before slowly pulling out, giving out a small whimper when your hole refuses to let go of him.
His arms shake as he hovers over you, lips trailing over your cheeks to kiss away any stray tears that have fallen.
"It's okay, it's okay," Rafayel coos, pulling you into his chest and cradling you in his arms. His eyes gradually returned to their natural, vibrant pink and blue hue. The iridescent scales that once captured the light began to fade, signifying the powerful completion of their bond.
The overwhelming feeling in your head fatigues you, and all you crave right now from Rafayel is comfort and cuddles. You sniffle as a small kiss is placed on your sticky forehead. "You did so good, my beautiful girl. I didn't even think you'd squirt for me during our first time."
Your brow furrows at his words, hazy eyes locking onto the cheeky smile he's trying so hard to hide.
"Huh? Was that what that was...?"
Rafayel hums in response and brushes stray strands of hair away from your face. "It can happen when your body is too overstimulated."
Even after your orgasms subsided, you can't help but notice a slight but dull stinging sensation. Your eyes trail down to the mess between both of your bodies, and your eyes widen when you catch a bright crimson mixed with your cum.
"Oh my god, I'm bleeding." Your voice shakes as Rafayel looks down at the mess before he gets off the bed to grab a few towels.
One is placed underneath you while he uses the other to wipe the sticky juices off your trembling thighs. More tears start to line your eyes, the physical and emotional overstimulation finally taking its toll.
"What do I do? Do I need to go to the hospital?"
Rafayel grasps your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. "No, this happens sometimes, cutie. You're gonna be just fine, okay? It's your hymen, it can tear sometimes from having sex for the first time."
"But... I didn't know this could happen. Why didn't anyone tell me?"
He lets out a small chuckle and pulls you into his arms again.
"Every woman is different, some tear, others don't."
A surge of embarrassment engulfs you, a stark contrast to the excitement you had anticipated for your first experience. The moment, intended to be memorable for its intimacy and excitement, has turned into a whirlwind of confusion, and you suddenly feel self-conscious.
As if sensing your humiliation, Rafayel grabs his silk robe from the floor and drapes it over your shoulders. "Please don't be embarrassed, cutie. It happens, and there's nothing to worry about."
Rafayel scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the sink, and the large bathtub starts to fill with warm water. His eyes settle on your down-casted gaze, and his hand grasps your chin so your sight meets his. "I can tell you're upset by this, but I need you to know you can trust me."
You let out a shaky chuckle, using the robe sleeve to rub your eyes. "I do trust you, but it's scary, though. I've never experienced any of this before, and I don't want you to laugh at me."
He lets out a scoff and playfully rolls his eyes dramatically. "Puh-lease, I'm not some immature teenager, cutie. Let's focus on cleaning you up, and we can talk more if you'd like. Is that okay?"
You nod, and he slips the robe off your shoulders and carefully picks you back up to place you in the steaming tub. The smell of eucalyptus wafts into your nose, and you hum contentedly as the warm water eases your sore muscles.
"Stay here, I'll be back in a few moments." He kisses your temple and leaves the bathroom to change the bedsheets.
You close your eyes and lean your head back against the rim, fighting the urge to fall asleep.
A few minutes later, Rafayel returns, and you sleepily open your eyes before reaching up to him and making grabby hands.
He lets out a small laugh and steps in behind you. The water sloshes as he settles in and pulls you back into his chest. Your eyes flutter shut at the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing.
Sweet sleep is interrupted once more when he taps your nose.
"Hm?"
"Look."
You crane your head to look at him and see his eyes locked onto his chest. Drifting your gaze down his neck and collarbone, they finally stop above his heart.
A bright red mark glows on his skin.
"That's our bond, my love."
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good puppy / reader x Caleb (Love and Deepspace)

included characters: Caleb!
rating: NSFW! This is smut.
warnings: Caleb is a bit toxic, reader is scolding him for his bad behavior at the start. Um petplay-ish. Caleb is your dog. Top!Reader, NOT GN!, female reader. almost 5k words shhhhh its a doozy
kicks a rock on the ground demurely and timidly. does anyone wanna play "caleb is a pathetic mess" w/ me....
You were mad at him. It was, unfortunately, not an unusual occurrence. All of his positive qualities could, when taken to the extreme so often as they were, become incredibly negative qualities. Being protective quickly became overbearing. Being helpful became doing everything for you and treating you like a doll. And being reliable became needing to know everything about you at all times no matter what.
When he was good, he was the perfect boyfriend. You had a million pictures of you two being stupidly cute on your phone, you knew he had your back in any conflict no matter how wrong you were, and you were so familiar and comfortable with him that he sometimes felt like he WAS your life, rather than just in it. But when he was bad… you wanted to strangle him. He would do things that he couldn't, or wouldn't, acknowledge as wrong and it drove you insane.
“It's not just about protecting me, Caleb, it's about trying to control me,” you tried to explain, voice tilting louder. You bit it down. You didn't want to yell at him. You had to remind yourself that he wasn't doing anything maliciously, he was just… Caleb.
“I'm not trying to control you, pips,” he implored, “I just… I don't want anyone to take advantage of you. I don't want you to get hurt.” His expression was that of a kicked puppy, all big lilac eyes and slouched posture.
You took a deep breath, “I get that. I get that you want to keep me safe. But you take it too far! You can't trust me to make my own judgments!”
He had made himself a problem when you were out with friends. You told him when you'd be back, where you'd be, and who you'd be with, but he took it upon himself to be in the vicinity of your hang out “just in case.” When he saw a man in your group that hadn't been previously accounted for, he not so discreetly happened to be in the area and came by to see you.
He then all but interrogated the guy under duress when the poor sap offered you his jacket when you said you were cold. The entire thing culminated in a moment where you were seriously scared that Caleb was going to hit the guy, and that guy was not built to withstand a punch from your boyfriend. Afterwards, everyone freaked out about the hostilities and you had to fight for your life to try to return peace to the group.
It was embarrassing apologizing for your boyfriend when the group splintered into two, with half proclaiming Caleb to be out of line and the other half agreeing that he was just being a protective boyfriend. You were sure that at least a few of those people would not be inviting you out again, if only for the risk of Caleb showing up. It was an awful feeling, not so much to be rejected yourself, but to know he was being rejected and he couldn't even see why.
“He wasn't your friend, he was a freak who was looking at you like you were in his Playboy magazine or something! You're just too nice to see it! I had to step in,” He insisted.
“I'm not that naive!” You snapped. “I know he was hitting on me and I was perfectly capable of rejecting his advances on my own. And if he got too pushy, I have a purse FULL of pepper spray and a key chain weighed down by how many sharp things I have attached to it. Which you would know since you put them there.” You crossed your arms and glared at him.
He seemed to wither. He didn't want to offend you. He didn't want you to think he saw you as some weak little damsel. But…maybe he kind of did, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that you weren't. In his eyes, you were impossibly fragile. If he wasn't constantly vigilant, something --or someone-- would break you and take you away from him. It was an all consuming fear that he couldn't rationalize himself out of. “I know… I'm sorry,” he confessed.
You thought an apology would dull your anger, but this time it wasn't enough. It still simmered under your temples, scorching and insistent. This event was one of too many. This argument was one of a million. You shook your head, “I don't think that you are. I don't believe that you won't do the same thing next time I go out.”
“I won't, trust me, I hate making you upset. I'll … I'll back off,” he tried again.
You stared him down and he seemed to shrink even more under your gaze. Sometimes, it seemed like the only time you had the upper hand with him was when he was facing your anger towards him. It shouldn’t be like this. You shouldn't have to threaten him with rage whenever he did wrong. You huffed, “I don't trust that you know how to behave yourself,” you admitted.
Your words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating enough to make you both feel sick from the effect. It made you feel guilty to hurt him but didn't dull the sense of justification in your words. You were sick of it.
On his end, he felt fear. Regret. Remorse. “What can I do to convince you? I need you to forgive me,” he nearly begged.
It was tiring, this back and forth. You sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, arms and legs crossed in an obvious show of reservation towards him. “Short of getting on your knees and begging for forgiveness?” You responded with a snort. “I don't know. I can't keep doing this, Caleb. I can't keep finding excuses for you.” You breathed out a tight breath and spoke quietly, hardly able to believe your own words, “I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me.”
In the next second, he was on his knees. “Please, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, you know I love you, right? You know I just want to take care of you and I know…I take it too far sometimes but it's just because I love you so much. I'm sorry, okay?” he stared up at you with such pathetic earnesty your heart stuttered in your chest. There was a frantic look in his eyes as if he were watching his life fall apart around him. “Please say you'll forgive me and you'll let me keep being with you.”
Caleb's 6’2 frame was barely even diminished by being on his knees, but still he felt infinitesimally smaller. Weaker. He was always above you, looking down and patting your head. Always making grandiose statements about being there for you. Always holding himself to some impossibly high standard and never letting you see him falter. Seeing him like this, on his knees and begging, well… You swallowed and unconsciously clenched your thighs together.
When you didn't respond, his expression became more worried. Brow furrowed, he put his hands on the ground, “I'm so sorry, please forgive me. Tell me what to do and I'll do it, I swear. You know I'll do anything for you. It doesn't matter what you ask for, how impossible it is- I'll do anything you want. Just…please… I can't lose you.”
You exhaled, “It's not the first time you've done something like this.”
“I know.” His voice dropped. You could almost see tears welling in his eyes he was so scared of what you would decide. Those purple irises of his were glossy and blurred and the sight pulled at your heartstrings.
“You're like… a territorial dog.”
His gaze never wavered from your own and his eyes seemed to clear at that pronouncement. Uncertainty gave way to clarity, insistence, “Then I'm your dog. I'll be by your side and protect you with my life forever. I'll do whatever you ask so just tell me how I can do it the way you want.”
You shifted once more, the space between your thighs becoming uncomfortably hot and wet. Normally, Caleb did all the heavy lifting, so to speak, in your intimacy. He initiated, he took care of you, he held you down and plowed you into the mattress until you were drooling and could only remember his name, not your own. You loved it, you loved him, but…the idea of putting him in his place, especially when he was begging for it, made your head swim with possibilities.
Resolved and feeling a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach at your own boldness, you leaned forward, uncrossing your legs and resting your elbows on your knees. “You want forgiveness? Then come here, dog,” you demanded, keeping your eyes as steely and focused as possible.
His face flushed. Seemingly, even as he begged for you, he must not have expected such a response. Your heart hammered in your chest as you wondered if he'd back out, find a way to turn this back into your normal dynamic with him on top, with him in control. You wondered if you even wanted him to obey, if this wasn't too much responsibility, too different from what you were used to. Seconds passed and you doubted yourself, prepared to pull back with an apology and an excuse-
But with red filling his cheeks, he hung his head and crawled towards you, slowly and with the weight of his own humility on his back.
You could have moaned on the spot if you were any weaker.
He stopped in front of you, head bowed right before your knees.
You put your hand out towards him. He reached out with his own to hold it and you swatted it away without any verbal command. Truly, you weren't sure you had the strength. This was uncharted territory for the both of you.
He stared at you, eyes wide and completely aware of what you wanted. He put his hand back down on the ground and took a slow breath.
Caleb shut his eyes and pushed his head up against your hand like a dog.
You gave his hair a ruffle, letting your nails rake gently across his scalp, “Good boy,” you praised, your voice breathy as you remembered how to breathe. His hair was soft under your fingers and the way his head fit against the palm of your hand felt natural.
The tips of his ears burned as red as his face. It obviously took a lot of effort for him to let himself be in such a position. But it was for you, and he promised he'd do anything for you no matter how humiliating.
“Are you going to behave?” You asked him, letting your voice drop into an almost musical condescension. The question was a part of the act, but also the offer to let him back out. The last chance he had before you both accepted his role for the night.
He couldn't form words --he wasn't even sure if they were allowed as a dog-- so he nodded and prayed you'd accept it. There was no question in his mind whether he'd go through with this. He was yours, completely and without condition. If you wanted him to be a perfect boyfriend, he'd be your perfect boyfriend. If you wanted him to be strong and commanding, he’d be strong and command you. And if you wanted him to be a dog, he was your dog.
His agreement made your heart settle. You weren't forcing him, he wanted this. You decided to be kind to him, petting his hair, letting him be a silent and obedient pet for a moment. Unconsciously, he lulled into your touch, his eyes closed and the tension fading from his shoulders. You hummed praises towards him then let your fingers drift down to cup his cheek and raise his eyes towards yours. “How is my dog going to make it up to me?” You asked him, propping his chin up on your fingers and making him look up at you.
His eyes were dark, but not the way they were when he was upset. They were filled with adoration and devotion and something undeniably primal. “I'll do whatever you want. Always,” he promised, voice devoid of any of that embarrassment you'd have expected to be there. It was composed and serious and controlled.
It took every ounce of control in you to not fold right there, to give him free reign over you the way you always did. The way you knew you liked it. You could already imagine him caging you in, his arms on either side of you as he plowed you into the mattress and growled about how well you were taking him.
But you could have that any day. This was far more rare.
You pulled back your hand, ran it up over your thigh and pulled your skirt up higher. Letting your legs part, you looked down at him, “Make yourself useful on your knees, then.”
With your permission, he leaned forward, head between your legs, hands reaching up to grab your thighs and pull you closer to his face. You allowed him to hook your knees over his shoulders, allowed him to lean in and disappear under your skirt, allowed him to lick you over your underwear. He groaned shamelessly at the taste of you.
You bit down on your lip to muffle yourself, knowing your silence would drive him insane. He would have to work for every treat he could get.
Caleb pressed his tongue to your clothed cunt. One of his hands snaked around your thigh to hold you open enough to keep him fitted there. The other rubbed you over your panties, the cotton growing wetter and heavier from your slick and his saliva.
You were too eager to feel his tongue against you to wait, “Just- just take them off,” you ordered.
He pulled away long enough to respond, “Yes, ma’am,” and then tugged your panties down your legs, letting you see his flushed face again as he did. His eyes never left your cunt, his hair was ruffled from your hands and skirt and thighs, and his lips were red and wet already. He was a gorgeous sight.
As soon as your underwear was thrown behind him, you grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back to work.
He didn't need any more permission and immediately licked from your entrance and up in one pointed move. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit as his finger rubbed through your folds to get it wet enough to slide in. As he pushed his finger into you, he kissed your clit with as much gentle, desperate reverence as the first time he kissed you on the lips.
You fell back on the bed, thighs suffocating him, hands anchoring him by the hair.
Working a finger into you, he paid your clit more attention, enough to make your stomach tighten and your toes curl. It was too early to feel overstimulated, but he sucked and licked your little bud with such focus, you had to tug on his hair to get him to ease up. “Slowly, dog,” you moaned out. Whatever this was? You wanted to make it last.
He hesitated in his ministrations. Obviously, he wanted to eat you out like he always did: messy and moaning against your pussy like he was the one getting off. Taking it slow, denying himself the pleasure of your juices squirting onto his face? It wasn't his ideal. Still, he obeyed your orders and shifted below you, settling back slightly. His finger worked back and forth into you, curving and stroking you exactly the way you liked. And he did it all slowly, obediently, and with a tent in his pants that was already uncomfortably tight.
“Good boy,” you praised him again, petting his head as he went down on you. “You're my good boy, aren't you?”
He whined in agreement at the praise and you promised yourself you'd commit that sound to memory.
His finger worked in and out of you slowly and eventually he pressed his cheek against your leg, gave a long kiss to your inner thigh, and looked up at you with eyes completely clouded with desire. “Can I give you more?” He asked.
He punctuated his request with a slow curl of his finger against your insides that made you drop your head back against the bed and moan. “Yes, yes- make me come,” you commanded breathlessly.
With your permission, he pushed another finger into your heat and sped up his motions. He pressed in close again to lick you until you felt your core tightening, your heart racing. “Caleb-” you whined out before you felt the tension snap in you and you coated his hands and lips with your juices.
Heart hammering in your chest, you took deep breaths, rolling your hips against his face as you rode out your orgasm. He stayed where he was, matching your rhythm effortlessly, keeping you at that peak as long as he could. As you came down from it, he kissed your thigh, and then sucked lightly, and then bit hard enough to leave a mark.
A truly obedient dog would have asked before doing that, but the idea of him marking you made your cunt spasm around his fingers.
He only pulled his fingers out when you weakly pushed his head away, and you had to push him the entire way out from under your skirt or you knew he would have stayed there, just waiting for permission to eat you out again. You raised yourself up on your elbows to look at him and bit down a whimper at the sight of his shiny, wet, swollen lips, his tousled and messy hair, and his blown out pupils. His normally soft purple eyes were completely clouded, completely dark, watching you like you were the only thing in the room- no, the only thing in the world. As you looked at him, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes never leaving yours.
Truly a filthy dog.
“Good boy, Caleb,” you praised.
His eyes lit up at the praise and he tested your leniency by putting his hands back onto your thighs, “I can do it again,” he offered eagerly, “Let me keep making you feel good.”
“I think I want something else from you,” you teased. “Up, boy,” you sat up and patted the bed next to you.
He hesitated only a second as he tried to understand your words. Already, his brain was turning to pussy drunk mush and it made your heart stutter with adoration. Caleb climbed up onto the bed where you had indicated and looked over at you with the biggest and cutest puppy dog eyes you could imagine.
You couldn't hold back your smile. Your early frustration with him had completely subsided, aided of course by the lingering bliss of your recent orgasm. “Lay down,” you gestured.
You crawled over him slowly and straddled his legs as he laid back down against your pillows. “You're going to keep your hands to yourself for now, got it?” You told him sternly.
Caleb had already been reaching for your hips to pull you closer, to grind you down against him, and now his arms tensed as he considered whether to obey or not. One haughty, arrogant look from you broke his desire to rebel and he dug his fingers into the covers in submission.
His pants were tight around his bulge and you took your time rubbing your palm over the most raised part slowly, just barely giving him any friction. His jaw tensed. You pressed down a little harder and he sucked in a breath at the feeling. If he had been anyone else, you would have expected him to look away in embarrassment, to hide his face in the pillows or with his hands but no- this was Caleb and he wasn't going to let anything stop him from savoring every second of your expressions. He watched you as you stroked him over his jeans and you watched back, a smile light on your lips.
He looked so good when he was being submissive to you. His eyes looked so big and innocent, his lips parted slightly with each breath, his cheeks a pretty pink- Pity you hardly ever saw him like this.
“Is this enough?” You teased, letting your body rock back and forth slightly with your motions.
The sheets were scrunched under his hands so tightly he might have put holes through them. He wanted to say no, but he knew better. He knew what you wanted. “If that's all you want to give me, yes,” he said, his voice somehow both husky and whiny at the same time, like he was holding back the last shreds of his dignity but the desperation was still leaking through.
Your cunt ached. “You would come for me like this?” You leaned down over him, peppering his jaw with kisses, pressing your chest against his and continuing to paw at him through his jeans.
He turned his head in the hope that you'd take pity on him and kiss him, but you just kissed the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth, and smiled innocently at him. “Tell me and I will,” his voice came out more of a whine than anything.
“You don't think that's a waste?” You asked with an exaggerated pout. You pushed yourself back up to straddling him and worked the buttons and zipper of his jeans open.
He groaned, head falling back as you let your hand drift down the waistband of his boxers, “You know I can last more than one round, pips.”
The use of your nickname made you giggle. Even when he was trying to be obedient, trying to be your dog, he had too much pride and ego to let you think he couldn't satisfy you. “I know, sweetie,” you assured him, pulling down the elastic until you could pull his cock out finally. “I know you're always good for me.”
The tip was so red and wet with precum you almost felt sorry for him. Almost. If he didn't deserve this so much. “P-please,” his voice was strained as you trailed your fingers up and down his shaft as lightly as you could. Still, he stayed good, he kept his hands to himself.
You inched up on him, positioning yourself over his cock, rubbing it through your folds, letting the tip catch on your clit. The sensitivity nearly made you double over and you avoided it on the next pass just to keep your control. “Beg again,” you hissed.
“Please, please, please, please, need to be inside you, please-” he chanted, not a drop of shame or pride in his pathetic, desperate need for you.
You couldn't deny either of you any longer and pressed his tip against your entrance, sinking down on him until he was fully sheathed in your cunt. This time, you did lose your composure, pressing your hands to his chest and nearly collapsing onto him as his cock filled you. Your legs shook slightly as you got used to it, as your pussy stretched to accommodate him.
“Let me do the rest,” he pleaded, and it sounded so tempting. Being a pillow princess was so easy and rewarding with him. “Let me take care of you.”
You pushed his shirt up to his mouth, your hands brushing against his abs and chest as you went. Holding the crumpled fabric at his lips, you gave him an order. “Hold this up but keep your hands down,” you tried to keep your voice level and stern, but it came out pitchy as his cock twitched and throbbed in you.
He bit down on his shirt.
You ran your hands down his chest, pressed them to his abs, and started rocking and bouncing on him. It was stupid how good he felt, how hard it was to stay focused when his cock rubbed against you so perfectly. It really filled every inch of you up and then stretched you just a bit farther. You rolled your hips, let him stay deep, let yourself just use him for your own pleasure.
“Sh-should I let you come inside?” You asked through your own pants and moans.
He groaned out something you assumed was yes, but he obediently kept the fabric of his shirt in his mouth for you.
“Were you a good enough dog to deserve it?”
He bucked his hips up into you in response and your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. His arms were so tense, his muscles so strained from trying to keep his hands off of you. He looked so good like this. He looked so good having to hold back, having to be a patient, obedient, submissive dog for you. You whined when he thrust up into you again and your thighs clenched so tightly they hurt.
“Good boy, good dog,” you praised, “G-give it all to me-” your body tensed and your back arched as your orgasm hit you. Your nails dug into his chest as you held on to him, your pussy spasming around him.
It didn't take any longer for him to finish too, shooting a thick load into you that made you cry out his name at the feeling. Feeling boneless and spent, you collapsed onto his chest. He pressed his heels into the mattress to push up into you without being able to hold you, desperate to stay deep inside while he released everything he had.
Eyes shut, you stayed still, your body tensing and relaxing as you came down from your orgasm. Your cunt sporadically clenched around him and his hot come and you whined, deep in your throat, at the sensation.
As satisfied as you were, there was something missing. You looked up at him and then tugged the shirt out of his mouth. “You can thank me, now,” you offered with a small, apologetic grin.
“Can I touch you?” He asked instead, words falling out of his mouth quickly as if they'd been there this entire time.
You nodded, eyes already fluttering shut.
Immediately you were wrapped in his arms, and you noted with a choked whimper, he kept his cock buried in you. “Thank you,” you heard him say softly, kissing the top of your head as he held you tightly.
You stayed there for a moment until the ache of being oversensitive and overfull began to be too distracting. “Caleb- need a break.”
He pressed you closer just one more time before easing up, slipping out of you, and letting you slump onto the bed next to him. “Do you forgive me now?” He turned on his side, hand splaying across your stomach and eyes boring into your own.
You reached up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. “Always,” you hummed and it was true. No matter how many times he fucked up, no matter how far his obsession took him, at his core you knew him. You knew his intentions were good and that there was just something in his brain, too deep and intrinsic to him to remove, that made him hold on too tightly. As frustrating as he could be, you loved him.
He smiled, so cutely endearing that it made your heart ache. “I love you, pips, and I'll do anything for you. Never forget it.” He cuddled up to you, nuzzling his face against your neck as he did.
You put your hand over top of his, “Love you too, puppy,” you teased.
#lads#lads caleb#love and deepspace#love and deepspace caleb#lads x reader#love and deepspace x reader#lads smut#love and deepspace smut#fighting these demons today lads#redacted redacted smth about how caleb would be ecstatic if he could knot you redacted redacted#i take myself out back. i shoot myself like a lame horse. hallelujah
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"Why are lyrics so fucking hard to write!" Jack angrily said to himself. He'd been stuck on the same line in this song for weeks now, desperately trying to get past it, constantly writing a lyric, scribbling it out because it sounded bad, writing another lyric, scribbling that one out too in frustration. Heck, even the music itself sounded bad to him now, he'd heard the same bar of notes too much to like it anymore.
For anyone else, it'd make sense to just pack it in and start fresh. But Jack was nothing if not a stubborn man, and he'd already shown the client he was writing this for the first draft and they loved it, so he couldn't turn back now. He'd rather die than admit defeat, especially to one pathetic line of one pathetic song.
His friends had been suggesting for days now that he just take a break, and as much as he didn't want to, and definitely didn't want to prove them right, he had to agree that a break would probably help his head start working again. So when his friends, Alex and Jonah, invited him out for drinks one night, while he still refused, he did take a break as suggested. Intentionally making sure to walk away from the city centre, knowing there'd be a higher chance of encountering them there, he set out for a late night walk and some fresh air.
Itd been about 30 minutes of walking when he heard it. A faint strumming of a guitar, playing the exact notes of the song he had written. For a minute, Jack just stopped, baffled and convinced he was going mad. Only the client had heard if so far, and even then theyd only heard an early version, but this was almost exactly how the guitar sounded in his song now. He pinched himself, and could still hear it. He covered his ears, it went silent. But again, as soon as he removed his hands from over his ears, he could hear it again. Baffled and honestly a little scared, he started inching towadds the direction he believed the sound was coming from.
He walked for about 30 more minutes, convinced he was going mad because it seemed no matter which direction he went, the sound never got any louder or quieter. He must be going insane, he thought, and the realisation broke him for a second. Weeks of hard work, weeks of being stuck and wanting to scream and punch his computer and destroy everything in his house over this one line and then the ONE time he goes for a break, its still there, taunting him, hurting him. Maybe he just wasn't cuf out for all this. Maybe-
A sudden cold sharp feeling. He curled into it in pain, his chest feeling like it had just been stabbed by an icicle. He gasped in shock and pain. Everything felt wrong. His chest was fine, nothing visibly wrong, maybe he was having some sort of chest issue?-
There it was again, in his arms this time. A yelp escaped his throat as he felt it in his legs this time too, collapsing to the ground. Then, as sudden as the pain started, it stopped. Jack sat there in silence for a few minutes, breathing heavily, before he realised.
The song had stopped.
Maybe he really was going insane, or maybe it was something else, but for some unknown reason the lack of that song terrified him. Like a primal, instinctual fear, goosebumps all over his body as he started to breathe even heavier panicking as-
"It's okay, lad"
He looked around quickly, trying to figure out who spoke. "Who's there? Don't come near me, I'm armed!" He shouted, voice trembling.
"Shhhhh, lad. Calm. You're safe with me, fam."
"I'm warning you, I'll-"
"What, gasp me to death? You won't do anything mate, now calm the fuck DOWN." The last word reverberated through him, and Jack obeyed. Without even trying, he was suddenly calm again. The voice didn't give him chance to speak before talking again.
"You need help, lad. I can tell. You need a lad like me to show you how to LIVE, ey? Well, I can help with that."
Jack nodded, accepting the voice's words. He hadn't noticed it yet, but his arms were moving on their own. He was too enraptured by the voice to know what was happening outside his own head.
"That's a good lad, look at those arms. Definitely good, but could use some work, ey? GROW 'em for me lad."
His arms obeyed, somehow growing and pulsating larger, the muscles more and more defined by the second. His arms were groping his chest, and legs, rubbing all over his body and he shuddered uncontrollably.
"Now then, let's put a SMILE on that face, ey?" Jack grinned in response, "Muchhh better lad. Though ya could do with a beard eh? Make ya manlier, BETTA." His beard immediately grew in, framing his jaw perfectly.
"Good.... goooodd. Lookin better already. Now, go get that guitar will ya lad. Can't play a masterpiece without ya instrument after all." Almost like a zombie, Jack stood, moving on autopilot to the window of the guitar shop across the road. Without even hesitating, he slammed his fist through the window, the alarm not bothering him at all, as he grasped the guitar firmly and confidently, slinging it into position and starting to mess with the strings, tuning it. As he did, he heard the voice start moaning and laughing in ecstasy as he played, his body pulsing, growing, changing. His legs became two solid blocks of steel, powerful and standing strong, as his ass became firmer and rounder, befitting of a sex god like him. His chest expanded, lungs growing stronger, letting him belt out songs easily, as his voice deepened, changing to be sexier, sultrier, cockier. Abs growing in, shoulders broadening, neck thickening. "Fuckkkkk..." he moaned as his adam's apple grew larger, his voice sounding incredible. The moaning voice merged with his own, both echoing inside his head, until they were one, and the same. Hearing the sirens of police cars wailing in the distance, no doubt headed to stop his theft of the guitar, he sprung into a run, sprinting faster than ever before away, into the night. Jack the burned out songwriter was gone, and now, Jack the rockstar was gonna take his place on the stage, in the limelight, fucking and rocking his way to superstardom. His phone buzzed as he ran, a text from Jonah. "Hope you're doing well man, sorry you couldn't make it." Jack smirked to himself. He could do with a bandmate or two, and now he knew just the targets...

One thats been on the list for a while to come out, and potentially the start of a new series! The attic clear out stories are still on their way, just taking a break from them to write some personal stuff.
#male tf#transformation#tf#male transformation#muscle tf#dumber tf#possession#possession tf#tf by ghost#ghost tf#tf by guitar#rockstar tf#rock tf#musician tf
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demetri ships as my fav spiderman ships
me procrastinating everything and anything: you know what tumblr really needs? more of my ck x spiderman bs...
but actually this really is just me rambling
also these don't necessarily take place in the same universe, bc the dynamics wouldn't make sense together, so definitely don't think too hard about it like i am, this is just fun
parksborn - hawkmetri
childhood bffs to enemies to lovers
huge identity changes they both have to adjust to
original recipe, i mean does a spiderman/demetri queer ship get more classic than this?
also already covered this whole au so yeah, i've thought a lot about this one in particular
eli found out about his secret identity after trying to kill spider-man the first time, he tried three times before realizing his childhood best friend was more important than getting revenge on spider-man
interwebs - sametri (platonic)
demetri would be more like ned but shhhhh
basically just a really strong sibling dynamic, sam is his guy in the chair
"okay don't go near mason ave, it's crawling with vulture's goons...DEMETRI WHY ARE YOU HEADING IN THAT DIRECTION?"
"wha- you said to go to mason ave!"
"I SAID DON'T-"
she worries about him a lot but she can't do much since she doesn't have powers. what she can do is help demetri by clearing away civilians when he's in the middle of a fight and help him do research on his enemies (which he constantly worries about bc he knows it could put a target on her back but he does as much as he can to keep her away from danger)
she found out his secret identity early on when she went to his house to check on him after a fight with kyler (that he shockingly won) and he entered his bedroom in his full spidey suit without seeing her
his mom walked in after he took off the suit, which led to a really awkward conversation and an even more awkward running joke ("people like spiderman can only do so much to protect us if we aren't careful ourselves...like a condom. which i hope is a familiar friend between you and that samantha girl." "oh my god mom, i've told you A MILLION TIMES nothing is going on between me and sam!" "i'm just saying, you can do what you want, as long as you don't make me a young grandmother-" "MOM STOP-")
being spiderman's best friend isn't something sam thinks about too much, he's still just demetri, her awkwardly tall and skinny younger brother
spideypool - robmetri
coworkers to lovers
opposites attract dynamic
"i don't agree with ur methods but we're working together against a common enemy"
not really enemies, not really friends, but a secret third thing (LOVERS)
tbh demetri would be more deadpool than robby but for pairings sake, this works
imagining robby being like a lone rebel, more vigilante/anti-hero than spiderman (obvi) and meeting demetri and being like "woah ur so silly, i like you, have a cupcake" and demetri stressing like "no you can't just kill these guys, they have families- PUT HIM DOWN! NO, I MEANT GENTLY!"
robby does know his secret identity but he prefers to interact with him in the suit (it's due to both of their slight insecurities in how they look, despite the other very much not caring what they look like)
spideytorch - migmetri
friends to lovers
miguel/johnny having that ladies' man swagger and demetri/peter being a flustered mess over it
miguel helping demetri in a few battles and flying away with a heart fire trail behind him every time
just an overall really sweet flirty ship
miguel doesn't know his secret identity at first. one day, demetri loses his suit and needs to borrow a fantastic four suit until he can get his own suit back. miguel finds his spider suit and brings it to him but holds it back to flirtingly ask what he looks like with nothing on. demetri rolls his eyes and takes off his makeshift mask (a paper bag).
"there, that's all you're getting, fire boy, can you give me my suit back now?...why are you staring at me like that?"
"...you're really cute."
"no i'm not- look, just give me my suit. i have to get back on patrol."
"i think i'm just gonna burn this suit actually. i don't want you covering that pretty little face again."
"miguel don't you DARE-"
petermj/spidercat - yasmetri
petermj bc this is the classic classic, i will find you in every universe, strings of fate soulmate deal
spidercat bc yas 100% is a vigilante/anti-hero that likes to mess with demetri's head by committing crimes and then helping him solve some
either she's his forever soulmate or she's a little menace that wreaks havoc on his life, there's no in-between
she doesn't know his secret identity, nor does he know hers, she prefers it that way, makes it more exciting. he doesn't though.
"you're always around this neighborhood, is this where you live?"
"nice try, spider-boy. i'm not that dumb."
"do you at least go to school around here?"
"focus up, arachnid. we're supposed to be keeping an eye out for kravinoff."
"maybe i can tell you some of my favorite stores and you can tell me if you like them too, even if you robbed them."
"i've robbed stores all across the coast, that won't tell you anything."
"a favorite restaurant then?"
spideymoon - axelmetri
I just think it'd be funny for demetri and axel's dynamic to carry over into spiderman universe, just demetri being like "how and why is this guy shifting suits mid-fight? and why does he always switch his accent?" and just wanting to know what his origin story could possibly be, what his powers are related to, what his superhero name is, what his motives are, etc.
he just has a really gross curiosity about what any of what he does even means and axel is just like "idk i'm on my own mission rn lol"
they don't know each other's secret identities
(also unrelated but THE HEADBAND MATCHING MOONKNIGHT'S LOGO DKJKJKKLS)
spiderelsa - kwonmetri
star-crossed lovers, meant to be and doomed to never interact in canon
made by someone who was probably insanely psychotic and sleep-deprived (i wonder who that could be...)
who's making the pregnant elsa/kwon fanart fr
kwon doesn't know his secret identity
#cobra kai#demetri alexopoulos#eli moskowitz#hawk moskowitz#binary brothers#elimetri#hawkmetri#binary boyfriends#robby keene#robmetri#demetri x robby#miguel diaz#migmetri#kwon jae sung#kwonmetri#axel kovacevic#axelmetri#yasmine cobra kai#yasmetri#demetri ships#spidermetri#spiderman#spideypool#parksborn#harry osborn#wade wilson#deadpool#spideytorch#johnny storm#human torch
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INVERTED!Poppy!!!
Finally made her up, I was just putting it off and putting off designing her but then I took my pen, my new laptop and drew it, now look at her!!!
Alright let's start shall we?
Design:
"OMG FANATICAL WHY DOES POPPY LOOKS LIKE A FRISK-" Shhhhh, you need to calm down, i'll explain everything;
Alright, bare with me: The original Poppy mentions in an animation, that she's talking to her therapist, that people usually thinks she's a Chara, but she's none! And I think, I theorize, I suppose that the reason why she looks like a Chara is bc an Frisk was drawing her (you know her lore?), so supposing that the whole concept of Invertedverse is that the original universe Underswap, that Frisk who drew her is an Chara, so if the Frisk drew a Chara in the original, here the Frisk that is now a Chara would draw a Frisk....... so, that's the logic here.;
Even though Poppy is still not a Frisk nor a Chara, but I don't think I translated that into her design, maybe I'll redo it sometime.
Her clothings are intriguing. It's her original teenage/adult clothings but with some green and a purple cloak or cape, whatever that is. This cloak represents her importance inside OmegaTimeline, that reminds me;
View from back Ω:
Made it with wind because it's cool, plus, her silhouette is cool too
Story:
Core was the "ruler" of Omega Timeline, everyone would look for them when there was a problem and needed help, everybody trusted them, but they put Poppy on their place... Core is a very mischievous character, no one really knows why they put Poppy in charge.
Omega citizens theorize that the reason is because Core was lazy, or that they didn't like the attention, or maybe they wanted to focus fully on recruting people, even thought after Poppy got in charge Core was rarely seen interacting with people and also the numbers of new survivors to get to the OT decreased.
Poppy tries her best to help remain peace within Omega Timeline, even if it requires all of her energies, thought she could really use some help, she thinks that the reason why her parent is more absent while she was in charge was because they knew she could everything alone, and that she should do it.
She doesn't have many friends, and the old ones got far away because she's too busy working signing papers, solving problems, financing projects, etc, etc.
Character:
She suffers. That's the truth, she just needs a vacation and a hug from her girlfriend.
She doesn't like parties... just thought it was important to mention.
Poppy doesn't like her parent, almost hates them even, they seem so irresponsible, imature and a coward, after just letting their daughter in charge of a (practically) country in surprise, it's expected for her to feel that way
Poppy has to be the clueless character in the whole Invertedverse, the reason is that she's so busy at work, or too busy being tired, and she usually gets information on what's going on from Core, but Core have been very silent lately, wonder why...
She has the hobby of playing board games, dancing and origamis!
She likes to cook more for others than herself
Sometimes she would visit the Madame T's orphanage, mainly to see Cadence and her friends, but also to donate and all of that things famous ppl do in orphanages idk.
Even thought she does a lot of hard work sometimes she'd take credit over someone elses work unintentionally, i mean, she's kind of the president.
She can't lie, like literally, maybe it's just her morals, or maybe it's a supernatural force idk.
She also keeps taping her fingers in hard surfaces all the time, I think it's anxiety.
Oh yeah, her full name is still Poppy Marusina, but she can also be called Iris Marusina, or maybe I'll change that to her original name, idk
Poppy (c) fmsdraws
#invertedverse#undertale au#utmv#utmv au#ut au#undertale alternative multiverse#OT:PS#omega timeline#OT#Omega Timeline au#OT au#ot poppy#Omega timeline poppy's story#Inverted!Poppy#core frisk#core!frisk#frisk au#frisk#au frisk#chara au#chara#au chara#frisk dreemurr#art#Bio#character bio#character design#Inverted!OT
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Lives Worth Living Chapter 33
Spoilers for ISAT below, Two Hats especially! Been trying to think of what else to add to this chapter and it turns out, I got nothing! so y'all get an extra short one this time, hope you still enjoy~!
"Those two are really cute together... Good thing Vale didn't take you up on the offer, huh?" (Isa teased with the smallest hint of hurt behind his words. You'd been insisting on having this conversation in private while he kept asking about it, and you were both finally alone in you tent for the night. You gave a defeated sigh and grumble, covering your face with your hands.)
"I'm sorryyyyy! It's... complicated, okay? I wasn't just... I phrased it poorly! I didn't mean it like I was just gonna offer you up like leftovers!! I just meant... we could like, talk about it? They cut me off before we got any further than that, that's all!" (You plead to him, knowing he's playing it up a little, but still feeling rather bad about the situation. He seems more curious now as you've explained.)
"Talk about it? What exactly? Were you just gonna waltz up and say 'Hey Isa, how do you feel about having two Sifs!'" (He starts to chuckle at the idea... then notices the fact you're blushing and looking away.) "O-Oh?!"
"I-I was just gonna suggest we all talk about it! I-I mean, if they were me, and they clearly felt similarly about you... I-I thought you might want that..." (You admit, still blushing very deeply. You peek over to see him blushing just as much.)
"Well... I guess when you put it like that that's not so bad... I didn't really think you'd be into that sorta thing, you'd be okay with 'sharing' me?"
"I mean... I didn't... uhm... plan on it just being... l-like that"
"Huh? What did you... OH?! Y-YOU! A-AND VALE?!"
"SHHHHH!!! Not so loud!!"
"Sorry! J-Just... You'd... wouldn't that be kinda like... dating yourself?..."
"I guess?... a little?... I-I don't know! I just wanted to talk about it, I didn't really think too hard about it once they shot the idea down immediately!" (You cover your face again, making an annoyed grumble. This whole conversation was going to be the death of you, then you'd just loop and have to experience it all over again~!)
"Aright, calm down Sif, I'll quit teasing you about it, just... wow, it's a lot to take in, y'know?" (You grumble some more, nodding in response with your face still buried in your hands.)
"Imagine how it makes me feel." (He lets out a chuckle and pats your back, rubbing at it soothingly.)
"Hah! Okay, okay, I'll drop it. Thanks for being so honest with me." (You finally pull your face up from your hands, seeing that oh so sweet smile of his, sighing in relief as the subject finally changed.)
"O-Of course... I love you, Isa."
"Love you too, Siffy~." (He leans in and plants a kiss on your cheek. You turn to kiss back, yanking him down closer by the collar and planting your lips on his, humming in delight. You pull away from his flustered face with a little chuckle.)
"Good night, flustered one~." (You teased before lying down to sleep. He stays frozen in shock at the sudden kiss. His face nearly turning pitch lightless from blushing.)
"G-G-G-Good n-n-n-night." (He finally managed to stammer out, shaking off the nerves and joining you to turn in. He wraps his big, strong arms around you while he remained extremely flushed.)
#lwlau#lives worth living au#isat au#isat spoilers#isat#isat fanfic#in stars and time fanfic#two hat spoilers
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I'm glad the waterbomb festival doesn't have a mascot, or else I fear we would get IZ writing Eunbi sexy time with it 🤐
All the dirty water canon puns that would be in the fic ��:yerivamp:

We've already lost to a Mcdonald's clown, you can't hurt us with a waterbomb mascot😣(Thankfully there isn't one)

That's Eunbi cleansing our thoughts with her face of disapproval
That Mcdonald Xiaoting fic has 400 notes by the way so... I guess when horny strikes even Ronald McDonald gets a pass🙊
Have you considered....
It Takes Two to Take On Big and Heavy Things
Kwon Eunbi x Bikini Cups

Eunbi fixes the cardigan over her body. It can't be called one when it's literally see-through, especially when it gets wet, but it has to be there. To contain them. No, not her tits, but the ones who hold them, the ones who—
"Feeling yourself, Eunbi-ya?"
The left cup of the bra presses to her breast. It molds perfectly to her nipple, almost squeezing too hard. Too sensitive to be surprised, Eunbi muffles a whine.
Are they... speaking?
"Bet you feel so sexy right now," a voice from the right says. Immediately, the fabric of the right cup of the bikini slides up and down the curved slopes of her tit. "You want us to slip down, don't you? So everybody could see what you were hiding all along?"
"No!" she denies. What's there to lie about when her legs already squirm together under her white skirt? "I'm... I don't—"
"Shhhhh."
She shuts up. Wait, why is she following orders from a blue bikini? She doesn't know. It just feels right. Somehow.
"Good girl," the Left says, tightening its hold so that she's forced to press herself against the wall, "stay quiet. No more talking. We only want to hear those pretty moans."
"What—"
The Right's fabric twists around her nipple. She lets out a sharp cry. She begins to shiver—alright, alright, she deserves this. She should be following orders.
"G-gah... please," Eunbi says, biting on her lip. She puts her hand under her skirt for she can't take it anymore. She needs it now. "Please, please, please, please—"
"Alright, you've learned your lesson." Intertwined voices reach her ears and send a plummet of lust through her body. "Touch yourself. We'll do the rest."
The fabric twists and caresses her sensitive, perky tits just as her fingers enter herself. Eunbi's large breasts heave at the stimulation and her fingers tend to their speed, accompanying the pleasure with another kind.
Her breath's tangled in a knot. She can't breathe. Her boobs feel too good, drunk in a high of bikini-induced euphoria. Her hand's in on the fun as it plunges and pulls.
From the Left: "You like feeling cloth pull and tweak your cute nipples, Eunbi?"
"Bet she does." Right. "They're so fucking big it should be illegal. But look at this slut enjoying it all. Go harder, I want to see her cum."
See? They have eyes?!
"I-I-I—ahhhh!"
Her clit practically struggles to keep up with her rubbing as she fiddles it to orgasm. Her shouts echo in the dressing room. The bikini cups are undefeatable with their moves that fondle her chest and suck at all the right places. Her thighs curl together while her head throws back into the wall heavily.
"Good girl. Just keep cumming for us."
"I wonder if Bikini Bottom over— I mean, under there is doing a good job sucking her clit."
"Mind your own business!"
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Boys night: A Ivan x Delroy Fan Fic

Smut WARNING! This may contain sex and 18+ PLS if you do NOT like contant like this please do not read, you have been warned.
Summary: Delroy takes Ivan to a boys night out but is that the case?
*P.S All of the gang are Adults*
Ivan sits on a bench watching the sun set, He got a text early this morning by Delroy saying that he wanted to take him out on a Boy's Night.
Just him and Delroy, Ivan didn't want to belive this at first when he read the text, but after he asked if he was joking a responded with a solid No.
Why would Delroy want to hang out with him? Like Delroy used to say that he is such a Nerd, and he still is so....
What changed between them two? What changed Ivan? 'He wont show up He won-'
" Hey Nerd, whatcha thinkin bout? You thought I wasn't gonna come?
Ivan snapped out of his thoughts and responded
"Yeah...." was all he said
"Well come on follow me~" Delroy said
Ivan followed Delroy, he didn't know where they were going until he stopped at a nice lookin house.
Delroy opened the door and pulled Ivan Inside
"Well make yourself at home for now" Delroy stated
Ivan looked around everything was so neat until he saw blankets on a soft rug, and there was pillows too?
Then out of nowhere Delroy pussed Ivan down the floor, making Ivan land on the soft rug with the pillows.
Ivan open his eyes to see Delroy climbing on top of him
"D..d....Delroy what are you doing?!" Asked Ivan
"Don't ruin the fun Ivan" Delroy whispered in Ivan's ear
"A..a...Ahh!~" Ivan moaned
Ivan wanted to cover his mouth but Delroy didn't let that happen. He began to nibble Ivan's earlobe which made Ivan blush.
"Com'n Ivan~ I know you think this feels good~"
Then Delroy slid his hand up Ivan's shirt, and started to pinch his nipple's, Ivan felt himself grow.
When he did grow Delroy began to hump Ivan making both of them moan out loud.
"Oh god Ivan, you don't know how long iv'e waited for this m..m..moment~" Delroy said
"B..b..but I'm just a ..Ah..Ahhh~...Nerd tha...thats what you said.." Ivan moaned
"I know but..y..you...Ahhh~ you were so cute and stuff a...and I never told you because you were a nerd." Delroy responded
Ivan thought between the moans, Delroy Like HIM?! Thats impossibl-
Ivan Stoped thinking when he saw Delroy pulling his pants down, in his boxers.. Delroy was hard....Very hard.
He also took his and Ivan's shirt off without even noticing.
Delroy began to pull Ivan's pants down which Ivan blushed and closed his eyes. Then cane the boxers first Delroy pulled Ivan's boxers down.
Delroy witnessed Ivan's cock driping already. Then it was Delroy's turn. He pulled his own Boxers down, his whole dick poped out like it was ready.
Ivan saw Delroy raise his Ivan's legs up, When he felt a finger inter him.
"AHHH~ S..s...stop...Ahh~" Ivan moaned with a bit of tears runing down his cheaks
"Shhhhh~ just relax baby, you'll feel good in a minute~." Delroy whsipered
Another finger intered Ivan and made him mosn more, he felt pre cum runing down him, Then in went another finger.
Delroy pulled his fingers out, his fingers were covered in slimey white stuff, He then pressed his dick against his partner.
He forced himself inside Ivan, meanwhile Ivan's mouth was drolling, He didn't want this...Did he tho?
"DELROY IT WON'T FIT AHH~ S..S..STOP!" Ivan screamed
"Oh Yes it will, watch~" Delroy said with a smirk
Ivan moaned so loud that it ecoed to the kitchen. Delroy was fully inside, he then started moving. Ivan moaned.
He didn't want this...then why was he still laying there letting Delroy take over, It just felt so good to Ivan.
This was suppose to be a boys night out but now he doesn't think so. Delroy began to speed up his pace making the room fill with both of there loud moans.
He kissed and bit Ivan's neck, it did make some blood come out so he also licked him
"I'M GOING TO AHH~" Ivan screamed
"Same here!" Delroy grunted
Finally Delroy came inside Ivan, filling him up. Ivan felt like he just ate a whole meal but it wasn't a meal, it was sperm.
Delroy fell ontop of Ivan, both of them catching their breaths.
"I...I love you...D..Delroy" Ivan sighed
"I love you too baby~" Delroy said with a smile
THE END
Am So sorry 4 this pls don't judge me😔
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BEST NEWS EVER YAY. i get it so bad. i need to see dewther dadson.. dews his pride and joy, his perfect boy.. i think that dew seeks aether out after a hard week and aether immediately knows what he needs.. it can be nsfw or sfw i dont mind i just need to see dew spoiled by his dad :3
Ough finally writing this haha, i am lowkey putting off finishing something else to write this but shhhhh
Also trans!dew cause fuck yeah
Cw: fauxcest, cnc, knotting, breeding
Under the cut or on AO3
It was a rough week at the ministry, to say the least, Dewdrop had been texting Aether practically nonstop during his entire shift. All he wanted was his dad. He was tired of having to be pushed around by everyone around him.
So, of course, the second his shift was over, he was practically booking it back to the ghoul den, where he knew Aether would be waiting for him. He pushed the door open to the den before almost immediately stripping out of his uniform. He was left in just his shirt and a pair of boxers, how he preferred to be dressed in the den.
A soft laugh came from the common area, Dewdrop looking up to see Aether sitting on the couch. "Yeah? That kinda day, baby?" Dewdrop didn't say anything, instead he walked over and climbed onto Aether's lap.
Letting out a soft whine, he nuzzled his face into Aether's neck. "Missed you, dad." He whined out, receiving a soft kiss to his temple. "I missed you too. Do you want to cuddle and watch a movie?" The larger ghoul asked, getting another small nod.
Grabbing the remote, Aether turned on the television, and soon enough, turning on a movie. The both of them knew that the movie wasn't going to be watched, so of course they picked one they'd already seen.
Laying down, the two of them readjusted, both facing the television as Aether spooned Dewdrop with his arm wrapped comfortably around his waist. The larger ghoul pulled a blanket over the both of them, and they played on the movie.
They laid there and watched the movie for around thirty minutes, until Dewdrop seemed to 'innocently' shift and readjust himself. His ass ground back against Aether's crotch, resulting in the quint to hold him just a little tighter with a shaky breath.
And then it happened again, and again, and again. It wasn't long until Dewdrop could feel his cock pressing against him through their clothes, biting his bottom lip when Aether finally forced his hips to stop. "Don't do that baby, you're gonna get dad all worked up." Aether whispered into his ear, receiving a quiet apology from the smaller ghoul.
But then he ground back against him again, and that seemed to be too much. His arm had moved away from Dewdrop's waist, and from how he was shifting, the ghoul knew he was pulling himself out of his pants. He pretended not to notice, though, until he felt Aether start tugging at his boxers.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Dewdrop asked with a concerned chitter, trying to scoot away only for him to quickly pull him back. "You got daddy all worked up, now you gotta give him some relief, baby." His boxers were tugged down to his thighs, and Aether was grinding against his unsurprisingly wet cunt.
A soft whine was pulled from him, trying to tug away from him again. "D-Daddy, I don't want to." The smaller ghoul chittered, but be was forced back into his spot from the arm returning to his waist. "Baby should've thought about that before he decided to play with daddy then."
Pulling him closer, he carefully pushed his cock inside of his cunt. The smaller ghoul cried out and shook his head. "D-Daddy, please!" He pleaded, only for Aether's free hand to snake around his neck and cover his mouth. "Shhh, it's okay baby, it'll feel really good. Let daddy make you feel good."
Aether slowly pushed his entire cock inside of Dewdrop, not stopping till there hips met and he let out a groan. The larger ghoul pressed a kiss to Dewdrop's neck, hand moving to feel where a soft bulge in his stomach was from his cock. "You want daddy to be rough or slow, baby?" Dewdrop simply cried out and shook his head fast, which caused Aether to pull back slowly then push back in.
"We can be slow hun, make you feel really good that way." He peppered kisses on his neck now, setting a pleasantly slow pace as he rolled his hips back and forth. The fire ghoul's tail wrapped around Aether's thigh, thumping against it as his cries slowly shifted into moans. "Your cunt feels so good baby, feels like it was built for me..." Aether huffed, hips snapping forward hard only a single time.
Dewdrop's hips bucked at that, a loud moan only muffled by the larger ghoul's hand. The hand that was feeling how the bulge appeared then went away had shifted down, finding Dewdrop's needy clit. It was swollen with obvious want, having been wanting since early that morning. He rubbed at it slowly, and suddenly Dewdrop couldn't tell if he wanted to push forward or back.
He cried out another moan, tail tightening its grip on Aether's thigh. "Y-You feel so good baby, you want daddy to fill you with his cum?" Eyes widening, he shook his head fast, but then his eyes were rolling back with another moan as Aether's pace with both his hand and cock had picked up.
His own body was twitching with need, falling apart surprisingly fast beneath the ghoul. Dewdrop muffled out plea after plea for Aether to not cum in him, but he knew it didn't matter. "F-Fuck baby, gonna stuff you full, get you pregnant with daddy's kits, you want that hm?"
Dewdrop continued to shake his head fast and beg, but before he could even continue the act, he was being pushed over his edge. The smaller ghoul cried out as he came hard around Aether's cock, and it wasn't long till he was pushing his knot in and fucking into him.
Aether came in a matter of seconds after knotting him, the two working each other through their orgasms. But soon enough, they were slowing to a stop, heavy breathing surrounding the sound of the movie that had been long forgotten.
"Fuck baby..." Aether breathed, his hand finally pulling away from Dewdrop's mouth as his knot secured the both of them together. "Got you nice and full now. Can't wait to have your kits."
#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost band#terzo is my boyfriend#dewther#aethdrop#trans dew#dewdrop#dewdrop x aether#aether x dewdrop#dew x aether#aether x dew#sodo x aether#aether x sodo#sodomizer x aether#aether x sodomizer#aether#aether ghoul#aether ghost#dewdrop ghoul#dewdrop ghost#dead dove#dead dove do not eat#dew#dew ghoul#dew ghost#sodo#sodo ghoul#sodo ghost#terzo writes
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●Daniel Garcia x Reader●
Summary: Playing truth or dare with some of your wrestling friends, someone dares you to kiss Daniel even though they think he is a loser.

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Sitting at a table in catering, I am playing truth or dare with Austin and Colten Gunn, Ethan Page, Juice Robinson, Penelope Ford and Skye Blue. I get up and walk over to the food table grabbing a little snack. Daniel Garcia and Daddy Magic are also up at the table getting food. I go to grab a piece of watermelon off the tray and my hand gets bumped by Danny's hand. I look over at him and smile grabbing a piece. He looks at me and smiles a little than looks back down at his plate. I walk back over to the table and sit down listening to everyone.
"Oh cmon Skye! Just answer the question! Does size really matter to you?"
Austin is sitting next to Skye with his hand on her shoulder trying to get an answer out of her. I giggle at the question and take a bite of my watermelon.
"To me? Being honest. I feel like size does kinda matter. You dont want no shrimp dick. You want a nice decent size."
Everyone falls quiet but Penelope and I clap our hands.
"I 100 percent agree with you girl."
"Me too!"
The guys roll their eyes at us and sigh.
"Y/N. It's your turn now. Truth or dare?"
Ethan Page turns to look at me while I am halfway through biting my watermelon. I finish chewing and look back at him.
"I'm gonna go with a dare."
I see Ethan's face light up with an evil look on his face. Everyone turns looking at him.
"Ummm Ethan what is with that evil look?"
"Oh Y/N. Don't think I didn't notice what happened when you were up at that food table. You and Danny."
He says kinda quietly among all of us at the table. Danny is sitting across the room with his friends so Ethan had to be quiet. I look at him confused and cross my arms.
"What are you talking about Page?"
"You and Danny being all smiley and shit to each other."
"It's called being nice. You should try it."
"Shhhhh."
Penelope shushs the table than looks at Ethan.
"Well! So what is Y/N's dare?"
Ethan looks at me smiling big. I look back at him kinda nervous about what he is going to say.
"I dare you, Y/N, to go over there and kiss Danny infront of everyone."
Everyone turns and looks at me. I sit there with a shocked look on my face. Juice looks at me than at Ethan.
"Okay no hot beautiful sexy woman like Y/N is ever going to kiss a loser like Danny. That's just gross."
"Well Juice.... it's either she goes and kisses Danny. Or."
"Or what?"
I cross my arms looking at him.
'You have to go on a date with me."
I stand up, look at Ethan and smirk. I turn my back towards him and head over towards Danny.
"I told you she would never go on a date with you."
"Shut up Colten."
Ethan smacks Colten's arm watching me. I walk over to Danny's table and stand next to him. They stop their game of Uno real quick and all turn to look at me.
"Whats up Y/N? Want to play with us?"
"No Daddy. I actually came over here to do something else."
I push Danny back against his chair, climb onto his lap facing him, grabbing his face and kissing him hard infront of everyone. Danny grabs my waist and kisses me back just as hard. I wrap my arms around his neck starting to make out with him. He tightens his grip on my waist starting to push his tongue into my mouth.
"Alright! Alright! We have seen enough! You win Y/N!"
Ethan pushes me and Danny apart trying to get me off of him. Danny grabs Ethan's wrist looking up at him.
"Do not ever push a woman around. Especially my woman."
"Your woman?"
I stand up and look up at Ethan smirking. Danny stands up behind me.
"Yeah his woman. Been dating him for a few months now."
Daddy Magic and Cool Hand Ang start laughing at Ethan.
"Oh shut up you two. And you have got to be kidding Y/N. You are dating this loser over me?"
Danny steps infront of me getting in Ethans face.
"You got a problem with it? We can settle this right here right now."
Ethan scoffs and backs up.
"Nah there is other pretty bitches around here that would be lucky to be with me. Enjoy being a loser Y/N."
Ethan walks off with the Gunns and Juice. I pull a chair up to the table next to Danny and we sit down. He pulls my chair closer to him and I put my leg over his leg. Daddy Magic looks over at us.
"I'm gonna shuffle the cards than we will start the game over so Y/N can join in!"
"Thanks Daddy!"
He grabs the cards and shuffles them. I lean over and kiss Danny's cheek. He puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes it. Daddy Magic deals out the cards and we all spend some time playing Uno together.
The end!!
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FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS SENTENCE STARTERS. warnings for: guns, violence, death, murder.
What in the goddamn…?
Let's keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, like smooth little babies...
Baby, the odds may look long, but that's just because we ain't done rigging them. I won't toss the dice until we are.
Look, I ain't a harbor for illusions. I ain't expecting to get out of this shin-dig alive.
Can you spell detention? I'll tell you how I spell it: DEATHtention.
You are in the LIBRARY. Be quiet here and filled with SHHHHH.
I am lord of this institution. Where once, long ago, I was a student here. Now, I am its OMNIPOTENT GOD-PRINCIPAL.
______, you're about to have your FAVORITE treat - a VISITOR. Won't that be nice? DON'T eat the visitor, boy. Don't. Please.
What YOU ask is of NULL importance! _____ besieges us, there are more important things to worry about than DATA and FACTS!
ENOUGH! Stop filling my precious brain cell units with irrelevant data!
And… I wonder why it didn't hit me before, until I saw that memory in your hands.
How gracious of you. A mannerly killing.
Can't have brains moving around of their own volition.
In short: Brains, a heart, and courage... spine. I think there was a story once where a band of murderous thugs sought these things.
The ghosts aren't real? That changes everything.
Baby, this little reunion of ours? Chalk me up as a no-show.
I'm familiar with the care and handling of explosives.
How hard can it be? Just light them and throw.
I'd love to debate you on this, but there's no time.
No way. I'm not going to torch myself for your amusement.
It would be pretty funny, wouldn't it? Oh, don't look at me that way. I'm sure you'll be fine.
_____ is dead - what a mess you've made!
There will be no repeat of the trouble we had last time, I trust?
Even now? On the brink of battle?
You'll need a disguise, then. Or overwhelming firepower. Whatever works.
You must be, like… a brain in a jar!
Frontal assaults on casinos? Not good for business.
You have an interest in this even if you're too stupid to know it. If you have an interest in breathing, you have an interest in this.
They have no idea what other cards I'm holding. It's a strong hand, believe me - I dealt it to myself.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It'd be like them to keep paperwork.
I don't have friends here.
We'll kill more with two of us.
You only trust strangers?
Besides. I was on break when it happened.
I want you to find something out for me. I don't know if there's anything to find, but I need someone to try.
Gonna be hard covering you when I can't move my legs.
Goddamn it! Don't sneak up on me like that. What do you want?
Let me aim that for you next time.
You're hiding something. Spit it out. You owe me.
You got no right asking me that. Drop it.
It's just something I'm not ready to discuss. With you or anybody.
That part of my life is over now. So is this discussion.
Must've been one hell of a miscommunication.
Yeah, well. That's how they wrote it up in the report.
Life has a way of punishing you for the mistakes you make. Big enough mistake, punishment can take a while.
You're like a switchblade stuck on flick.
Shhhh… we're hunting shitheads.
All this planning won't matter much when the bullets fly, anyway.
No sense trying to hold the past between your fingers when it's nothing but dirt.
That fucking monument outside?
Started? Took to it like a fish to water... well, if you know what a fish is.
What the hell is a fish?
They're like birds, except they stay underwater.
Anyway, I've seen pictures. One guy even had one above his bar in Redding, except it was made of Pre-War plastic.
Greetings, _____. The disappointment you are about to experience delights me.
Can I order room service?
Am I punching too much? I get carried away.
You mean like this melee weapon right here in my hand at this very second?
Are you talking to me, or a future _____ who is not already doing that?
He always does what he feels is right. Usually that's a great quality.
Sure, I left them. But that didn't mean I'd ever be free of them.
We always make enemies, never allies.
Hold on. I see something I want to punch.
But at least I got the chance to try. At least I know for sure that there was nothing I could do.
Wow, _____ is looking for you, huh? What do you think he wants? Bowling partner?
But… you don't have a "this is good news" expression on your face.
Well, welcome, then. I'm _____. I live in a hole in the ground.
Well that shouldn't be a problem for me. I can't afford anything like that.
I've heard they shoot lasers from their eyes.
I just kind of drift from place to place.
I'll be honest. You're the first person I've run across out here that looks like she can really handle herself.
Aw, you really know how to make a girl feel like a stray cat.
He was dead when I got there.
This better not be about the meaning of life.
Damn, son, you look like ten miles of bad road.
Are you following me?
I saved your life so I kinda feel responsible for you is all.
I'll let that slide seeing how you gotta mind full of vengeance for that no-good polecat and all.
Yup, but this is getting a might embarrassing - people are going to start to talk.
That's a puzzle, all right. I'm sure it's nothing.
What in tarnation was you thinkin'?
I'll thank you not to touch my plunder.
Meaner than a rattlesnake, ain't ya?
To the Bone Orchard you go!
Seems they made like a ghost.
Won't help you none to lay low.
The Boss is pretty clear on this. I can't let you in unless you're by your lonesome.
You did a super job wrapping things up! And I'm not just saying that because I have to!
Here's a print-out with some additional information!
What? Did you expect me to applaud your efforts to support a deranged warlord?
That wig is going to haunt my nightmares. Seriously.
That one… had a little kick to it. The poisonous kind of kick.
Ahh, that feels better. I might not die for a while yet.
Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Oh. Hi _____. Guess not.
Will the medical wonders of the post-apocalyptic world never cease?
Back to the tomb, I suppose. If you need me, et cetera.
Strange how dead bodies appear wherever you go.
As the old saying goes, two's company, but three's a small army. Okay, I'm paraphrasing a bit, but you get the idea.
Wait, wait, wait a second. What's going on? Am I playing Vergil to your Dante?
I've woken up worse places. Not many, though.
That's sounding dangerously close to a plan, _____.
Alrighty then, I'll just head out. Alone. By myself. Into the dangerous wastes.
If I buy it out there, I want twelve mariachi bands playing at my funeral. A medal might be nice, too.
I'm not exactly a mercenary, but taking out scumbags of this magnitude wouldn't cause me to lose any sleep.
Why don't you make like Odysseus and get lost?
For as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so will this place, without your presence, bring delight.
I've run out of witty ways to tell you to leave, so why don't you just go?
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