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steddiehyperfixation · 2 days ago

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steve harrington's phone number

@steddiebingo prompt: van | 1.7k words | rated T

“Stupid- useless piece of shit!” Eddie barely manages to pull his coughing, spluttering van over to the side of the road before it chokes to a stop with a dying wheeze. “Fucking drama queen.” He gets out and gives the side of the van a good kick, chastizing it for its very loud and inconvenient death.

Just his luck it would decide to break down here, on a nothing stretch of road several miles outside of town. Too far to walk but not all that long of a drive if his stupid car could’ve just toughed it out a little while longer. “You really couldn’t have held on for like ten more minutes?” he grumbles, kicking the van again. The van, of course, does not answer and remains quite dead. Eddie mutters a few more curses and pulls his jacket tighter around himself against the late November chill as he wanders around to the front of the car to pop the hood.

It’s an entirely useless gesture, popping the hood. Even before he opens it he knows he’s still not going to have a single clue what’s broken or how to fix it. The inner workings of a car are utterly foreign to him, an alien language of metal and grease that he stupidly never cared to learn. He stares blankly at the incomprehensible jumble of machinery before him, cursing himself for all those times he’d evaded and complained his way out of Wayne’s attempts to teach him how to do his own auto repairs. His uncle’s boring handyman lessons would’ve really come in handy right now, if only he’d had the foresight to listen.

With a huffed out sigh, Eddie slams the hood back down. He’s going to have to call someone.

Thankfully he can see a roadside payphone not too far off in the distance, about half a mile out maybe. He rummages through his pockets and paws around the front seat of the van for any spare change he could use. He’d just blown through most of the money he had on him at a record store in Indy, but he manages to scrounge up enough coins for one call. Just one. So he has to choose wisely. He starts his trudge to the payphone while he runs through a mental list of options, feeling increasingly frustrated and hopeless as he crosses each of them off one by one.

A tow truck is too expensive. His uncle is at work. Half his friends can’t drive, and not a single one of them knows anything about cars anyways so they wouldn’t be much help beyond a ride home (and he’d really rather not have to just leave his van on the side of the road). He needs someone who’s free, can drive, and has enough of a working knowledge of cars to possibly be able to give his van enough of a second wind to make it home.

Which is how he finds himself in a dingy little phone booth punching in Steve Harrington’s number - a number he’s never called before yet somehow memorized, recalling it clearly in his mind’s eye in the scrawl of Steve’s handwriting on notebook paper.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking,” Steve’s voice comes through the line, automatic and rehearsed.

“Okay, I’ll make fun of that weirdly formal greeting later,” Eddie decides, “but right now, uh- man, I really hate to do this, but do you happen to know anything about fixing cars?”

“Eddie, hey,” Steve sounds almost startled to hear from him. “Um, yeah, I mean, I’m no expert or anything, but I know enough to get by. Why?”

“My van just broke down on my way back from the city and I was hoping you might be willing to do me a huge huge favor and come out here and see if you can help me get her started again.” Eddie puts all the desperation he can into his voice, which really isn’t hard. His distress is 100% genuine. “Please? I’m desperate here, Harrington. I’d be forever in your debt, I’ll-”

“Okay,” Steve says before Eddie can start bargaining. So simply, so easily. He really wasn’t expecting it to be that easy.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll help you. Where are you?”

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god- thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. I owe you my life, seriously-”

“Munson,” Steve cuts him off again, repeating his question, “where are you?”

“Right, yeah.” Eddie gives his best approximation of where he is and Steve promises to be there as soon as he can before hanging up. Feeling a little bit lighter now, Eddie treks back to wait by his van.

The sun has just dipped below the horizon, streaking the sky with pink and gold, when Steve’s BMW pulls up and he steps out of the car bathed in the orange glow of sunset, looking every bit the rescuing angel. A dashing hero straight out of a fairytale; Eddie can almost picture him with a sword in his hands instead of a toolbox, a noble steed behind him instead of a car.

He expresses only a satirized version of that sentiment, clasping his hands over his heart and gasping theatrically in greeting, “Harrington, my hero!” And he grins as Steve rolls his eyes in response.

“Hi, Eddie.” Steve approaches, plunks his toolbox on the front of the van and leans against it. “You know, I’m surprised you called me. It didn’t seem like you were ever going to.”

Eddie shrugs, hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I just- I couldn’t think of anyone else who’d be able to help me. I’m sorry if me calling you, like, freaked you out for a second there.”

Steve’s eyes narrow and his head tilts like a confused puppy. “Why would you calling freak me out?”

“Well, I mean, you only gave me your number in case something happened with the kids, right?” Eddie states. “So, I didn’t mean to make you worried at first that there might’ve been, like, a Dustin emergency or something.”

“Oh…” A number of emotions flicker across Steve’s face as he seems to come to some sort of realization, and his expression ultimately settles on vaguely amused. “Right, yeah. Totally.”

Now Eddie’s the one who’s confused, feeling like he’s missed a punchline. “Is that…not why you gave me your number?” It’s not like it had actually been explicitly stated, but they’d just been talking about the kids right before Steve had written his number down, so Eddie had just assumed that was the reason.

“No, it-” Steve shakes his head and smiles, a little bit fond, a little bit like he’s still sharing some kind of inside joke with himself. “It’s not important right now,” he decides. “Let’s just figure out your van first, alright? What was going on with it before it broke down?”

“Well, I don't actually know,” Eddie says, “but she was being very loud and dramatic about it.”

“Huh, I’ve heard of pets developing similar personalities to their owners but I’ve never heard of cars doing it.”

“Oh shut up.”

Steve grins, pushing himself off the front of the car so he can open the hood and take a look. He immediately starts to tinker around with some stuff. Eddie has absolutely no idea what he’s doing, but he sure looks good doing it. There’s a cold breeze in the air, getting colder by the minute with the slowly darkening sky, but something about watching Steve’s arms as he works a wrench into the machinery has Eddie feeling strangely warm.

Steve’s talking, probably trying to explain what he’s doing or what’s wrong with the van, though Eddie’s not catching a word of it. He couldn’t pay attention even if he tried, and not just because he’s distracted by Steve’s arms. The other half of his mind is still stubbornly stuck on the whole thing about Steve’s number, racking his brain trying to figure out why the hell else he would’ve given it to him.

He spends way too long replaying that moment, and all their previous and subsequent interactions, over and over again in his head before his memory finally starts to give notice to all Steve’s lingering glances, subtle once-overs, and suggestive smirks.

“Holy shit, you were flirting with me!” Eddie blurts out the realization as soon as it hits him. “When you gave me your number - you were trying to hit on me!”

Steve, who had been interrupted mid sentence, barks out a laugh. “Now he gets it,” he teases as he glances over at Eddie. “You know, I couldn't figure you out for a while. All this time you never called but would still say hi to me when I picked the kids up from Hellfire, I figured it was some sort of soft rejection. But you really were just completely oblivious, huh?”

“No yeah, I just have fucking rocks for brains apparently,” Eddie says, shaking his head self-deprecatingly as he rushes to reassure him, “I was definitely not rejecting you. Definitely, definitely not. Believe me, if I’d’ve known- I would’ve called so fast, man. I mean, trust me, your phone would’ve never stopped ringing.”

“Good to know.” Steve smiles, his eyes so golden and warm in the dusk it almost seems as if the sun is on its way back up. He returns his attention to the van, just for half a second to give the machinery one last tweak, and then he straightens and closes the hood, wiping the car grease from his hands off on his jeans as he announces, “Well, your car should start now, if you wanna test it out and make sure. And then we can, uh, continue this conversation?”

Eddie nods, hops back in the van, and turns his key in the ignition. It rumbles to life, and he lets out a laugh like a cheer. “You’re a goddamn miracle worker, Stevie!” he shouts.

“Glad I could help,” Steve calls back proudly.

Eddie revels in the sound of his not-dead van for a moment longer before he takes a deep breath, turns off the engine, and jumps out to stand in front of Steve again. “So.”

“So.”

There’s a brief beat of buzzing silence. Eddie finds he doesn’t have all that much left to say, and he’s feeling far too giddy right now to be able to stand through some sappy discussion about how they feel about each other when it’s entirely unnecessary. He suggests instead, “Do you wanna just skip the conversation and go make out in the back of my van?”

Steve grins at him. “Absolutely.”

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witchywithwhiskey · 3 days ago

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say yes + andy barber

(for your fantastic sweethearts game!)

🩷♥️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

the demon of your dreams

pairing: soft!dark incubus!andy barber x female reader

summary: you catch the attention of an incubus on the day before valentine's day—and it turns out your fates are more intertwined than either of you expected.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), true mates, dubcon/noncon (in this fic an incubus requires consent for certain things but it technically starts off as noncon), somnophilia, teratophilia/monsterfucking, smut, masturbation (m), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, come play, cock warming, choking, breath play, biting/marking, thigh fucking, some overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, very brief degradation, pet names (sweet thing/sweet girl), aftercare, referenced marathon sex, happy ending

word count: 5.5k

a/n: thank you, Aspen, for letting me flail at you because i had SO many ideas for this particular character + prompt combination. what i love about Andy is that he can fit into a super fluffy or soft dark or super dark story very easily. (i mean, that's true of a lot of characters, but i feel like i usually lean one way or the other with most characters and with Andy, i'm never quite sure where i want to go.) anyway, this one might require a bit more suspension of disbelief than normal and sorry if the ending is a bit rushed, work was BRUTAL today 🫠 thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy this filthy little fic!! ♡♡

For an incubus like Andy Barber, Valentine’s Day was his favorite day of the year.

There was something particularly decadent about the yearning he sensed among lonely, single women on Valentine’s Day, and he always fed well in the days leading up to the actual holiday. Though the demon had to be careful not to feed too much on any one woman, he never failed to gorge himself on the offerings in the city.

But then he came across you in a coffee shop on the morning before Valentine’s Day, and he hadn’t sensed yearning quite so exquisite as yours in all his many years walking the earth. Watching you from across the shop, he knew you would make an especially delectable meal, his eyes following you closely as he sipped on his Americano.

You hid your emotions well, Andy noticed, keeping them masked beneath a friendly exterior, a welcoming smile on your pretty face while you chatted with the barista making your drink. To all the world, you looked like anyone else with a charming—if tired—disposition, but to the incubus, you were churning with all the emotions that made you a meal.

The demon could sense the sadness lurking beneath your smile from the moment you’d stepped into the establishment, and he could practically taste the desperate longing clinging to your soul like a drop of hot chocolate caught on the corner of your lip.

You wanted, more than anything, to be the object of someone’s lust, to find someone you felt safe enough with that you could be turned into the lustful creature you yearned to be. You wanted someone to lick the chocolate from your lips and sate your desire.

And Andy Barber knew he was the demon for the job.

In generations past, Andy might’ve used his magic to slip into your dreams, seducing you with images of lust until he received the acquiescence he required to join with you and feed on your soul. But, as the incubus’s years had worn on, he’d found he enjoyed a more physical approach.

There was something so much more satisfying about touching a woman with his fingers, feeling the warmth of her body and breathing in the scent of her skin. He enjoyed the feeling of a woman’s soft curves beneath his palms, groping her and learning what made her gasp gently in her sleep.

Then, the demon would use her slumberous, disoriented mind and her aching, needy body against her to get what he needed—that permission that allowed him to sink into her body and feed on her soul.

It was so much more satisfying, and so much more fun, too.

Of course, that didn’t mean Andy didn’t use his magic to get into your apartment. He unlocked your door with a wave of his fingers, closing and locking it behind him before he masked the footfalls of his shoes as he made his way to your bedroom.

There, he paused in the doorway and took a moment to look at you, appreciate you while you slept, completely unaware that there was a demon in your room.

A smile curled Andy’s mouth when he discovered that you were far from an elegant sleeper, your body sprawled across your bed beneath the blankets, one leg hiked up while the other curled around a pillow clutched close to your chest. Your face was buried in another pillow, your indelicate snores muffled by its softness.

And yet…you were cute. Precious even.

Andy felt something fluttery deep in his chest, somewhere in the vicinity of his black heart. Instead of looking too closely at the feeling, he ignored the sensation, chalking it up to the excitement he felt knowing you were going to make for a particularly delicious meal.

The demon slunk into your room, clinging to the shadows as he moved around to the side of the bed where you lay and tried to gauge whether you were a light sleeper. You didn’t stir when he deliberately stepped on a squeaky floorboard, so he decided to ease closer, his fingertips trailing up your body over the blankets piled on top of you.

When he pulled them carefully from your slumbering body, a little whimper slipped from your lips, a shiver wracking your shoulders as the cold licked against your skin. Andy quickly used his magic to warm up your room, making it a much more comfortable temperature for your nearly naked form.

He watched you settle, his eyes roving over the curves of your body. Hungrily, he took in the dip of your waist and the flare of your hips, the way your thin nightshirt had ridden up to tease a glimpse of your perfectly rounded ass. Your thighs were parted, and Andy could just glimpse a hint of your panties, hiding your pretty pussy from sight.

His cock hardened behind his zipper and he nearly groaned at the sinful way your body called to his. Even if the yearning in your soul hadn’t been so enticing, Andy knew he would’ve been drawn to you by the desire you inspired just by existing.

Once he was sure you were comfortable and had fallen back into a deep slumber, Andy finally allowed himself to touch you.

His fingers trailed gently over your arms, skimming along your skin before smoothing down your side to your hips and thighs. There, he resisted the urge to dip between your legs just yet, instead learning the curves of your calves and the delicate contours of your ankles.

All the while, Andy watched your face, monitoring your breathing to make sure you didn’t stir again.

As he observed you, he noticed you relaxing even further, as if his touch soothed you. He felt another flutter in the proximity of his black heart, and, that time, he couldn’t ignore the way it started beating slightly faster.

The organ often felt cold and dull in his chest, especially when he was in need of feeding, but it felt like it was coming to life in a way he’d never experienced before, not even after a satisfying meal. And it was all because of the way your body was instinctively relaxing into his touch.

The demon could almost pretend it was him specifically you were melting for, that even though you hadn’t woken and hadn’t seen his face, he was the only one whose touch could have that effect on your body.

Andy deliberately ignored the fact that, in all likelihood, you would’ve been soothed by a gentle touch from any man who might share your bed, because that thought inspired a concerning level of rage in him. No, he refused to think of anyone else in your bed but him. You were his.

For the night, at least, he reminded himself, pushing his possessive thoughts to the back of his mind to analyze later. He had much more important things to attend to with your warm body, which would soon be willing, splayed out in front of him like the most tempting meal.

Finally, Andy allowed his fingers to slip beneath your nightshirt, tugging off your panties and nearly groaning when your hips raised instinctively to allow him to ease them down your thighs. He pulled them off and slipped them into his pocket, thinking nothing of the fact that he’d never taken a souvenir before.

He was too busy focusing on the feel of your body beneath his fingertips. His hand slipped eagerly between your thighs, and he was surprised to find your soft pussy was already drenched. It felt fated that your body would have such a reaction to him since Andy’s cock was straining painfully against his zipper, aching to sink inside your perfect cunt.

The demon cupped your pussy in his palm, a ferocious possessiveness tearing through his chest as he felt you drip into his hand. You were his. His. His.

His heart beat harder in his chest, the feeling of yearning in his own black soul so all-consuming, he didn’t have the wherewithal to notice it was completely out of character.

After all, an incubus like Andy Barber didn’t get attached to his meals. He didn’t feel possessive or territorial over the women he fed on, like a wolf who might tear into anything that threatened to take his most precious lifeline away.

But the demon could feel himself falling willingly into an obsession with you that wouldn’t be sated from just one night. He just didn’t know it yet.

Acting on instinct more than his typical intention of easing a woman into what he had planned, Andy freed his cock from the confines of his pants, taking himself in his palm while the fingers of his other hand explored your wet, warm pussy.

You were so soft, so hot, and so responsive when Andy sank a finger into your tight hole, a breathy moan slipping from your mouth. The demon felt the newly-familiar beating of his heart in his chest, and he suddenly craved even more of your sounds of pleasure, he wanted them to fill his ears for all eternity.

Andy stroked his cock dispassionately, needing to take some of the edge off his arousal, but he made sure to squeeze the base tightly to ensure he didn’t cum too soon. All the while, he teased your body open with his deft fingers, preparing you to take his thick length.

When he slipped a second finger into your pussy and saw how easily you took him, he had to bite back a groan. His cock was leaking precum all over his fingers, as if it knew there was a warm hole to push inside and was begging Andy to finally put himself out of his misery by sinking into your sweet, pliant body.

The demon had to force himself to make sure you were ready, Andy carefully pushing a third finger into your pussy, and letting out a restrained growl at the sight of you taking three of his fingers.

His mouth filled with drool as he watched you take him, the sudden desire to feast on your pussy nearly overwhelming him. He wanted to make you cum on his tongue and mouth for being such a good girl and taking everything he gave you.

But he told himself that could come later—after he got the answer he needed to give you everything you deserved.

To tide himself over, Andy eased his fingers from your pussy and licked your juices from where they dripped down his hand, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal. You tasted so fucking good, better than anything Andy had ever tasted in his long, long life.

His groan was so loud in the quiet room that he nearly missed the little whimper of need you let out, your hips shifting like your body was seeking the intrusion that had been filling your tight hole. The sound reached Andy’s ears and his cock jumped in his hand, the amount of blood rushing to his dick nearly making him light-headed.

Finally—finally—Andy joined you in your bed, gently shifting your body into the center of the mattress so he could fit behind you. Your nightshirt was rucked up around our waist, and his cock slipped between your thighs like it was sliding home. The stiff length rubbed against your dripping slit while he pressed flush to your back, his arms gently curling around your body and pulling you into his chest.

A soft, sleepy moan spilled from your mouth and Andy wanted so badly to kiss the sound from your lips, to drink it down and feel it fill his lungs.

Soon, he told himself. Soon he could kiss the moans from your lips and devour your mouth and ravage every inch of your body until you were well and truly his. But first he needed to get your acquiescence, and he needed to be careful with you until he got it.

You’d already been laying mostly on your belly, and Andy shifted, covering your body with his own, rocking his hips gently to fuck your soft thighs. His cock dragged against your leaking slit with every smooth thrust, coating himself in your desire and making his heart beat furiously in his chest with the need to push inside your cunt, to claim you, to feed on you until he was more sated than he’d ever felt in his life.

Andy could sense the yearning in your soul deepening as your desire ratcheted up, even while you slept. Your swirling emotions thickened in the air around the bed until the demon felt nearly drunk on you.

Your yearning, your soul—you yourself—were headier than anything Andy had ever experienced and it took all his self-control not to lose himself and rut you like the beast he was.

First, he needed your permission. An incubus could only fuck and feed on a willing woman, and Andy needed you to be willing more than he’d needed anything else in his entire life.

“Give yourself to me, sweet thing,” Andy murmured in your ear, the words coming easily after so many eons as an incubus—though the pet name was new. “Let me sink inside your divine cunt and let me drink on the longing in your heart. Let me feed on the lust in your soul and I’ll reward you with pleasure beyond your imagination.”

The demon could feel you stir beneath him, and his heart thudded painfully in his chest with a desperation he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. But it only pushed him to rock his hips faster, to grip your hip possessively while he fucked between your thighs, dragging the fat length of his cock against every inch of your dripping pussy.

Because of the rules of his kind, Andy needed your permission before he could push inside your body, but he could use every trick at his disposal to tempt you into giving him your acquiescence. An incubus wasn’t above using magic or trickery and though Andy preferred to seduce you with just his touch and his words, he would resort to magic if he needed to.

But something told him he wouldn’t need to with you. Something told Andy that you were his, and he just needed to ask you sweet enough and you’d grant him the privilege of owning your body and soul for the rest of your natural life.

“Please, my sweet girl,” he rumbled in your ear, letting you hear how badly he wanted you, needed you. “Say yes.”

Thankfully for the demon, you hadn’t roused enough for your mind to wonder why there was a strange man in your bed begging to fuck you. It was clear from your soft, sleepy whimpers that you were still asleep enough to think it was simply a very real-feeling dream.

Your hand reached back clumsily, your fingers curling around the back of Andy’s neck, using your hold to arch your spine and push your ass deeper into the demon’s lap. A keening sound spilled from your lips, your pussy gushing around the thick cock wedged between your thighs, and you finally gave your answer on a drowsy moan.

“Yes.”

The word falling from your lips tipped you over the line from sleeping to waking, and you finally realized that what you were feeling wasn’t a dream. It was really happening. There was a man in your bed and, for some reason, you’d given him permission to be there.

Andy could feel the change in your body, the way your body tensed in fear and confusion. It was natural, of course, and the demon had expected it. But what surprised him were the intricacies of your reaction—the way you still instinctively pulled him closer, your nails digging into the back of his neck, your legs squeezing together and trapping his cock against your pussy with your plush thighs.

You wanted him, Andy was sure of it, even if your mind was struggling to come to the same conclusion your body had already reached. Oddly, Andy found himself wanting to soothe you, his hand skimming down your side like he was attempting to calm a wild animal.

“Shh, sweet thing, it’s alright, you’re alright,” Andy purred, feeling your muscles slowly relax beneath his hands.

Every caress of his palm and sweet stroke of his fingers had you softening further, your body surrendering to his soothing touch. Soon, you were even letting your thighs fall open again and Andy rewarded you with a pleased rumbling sound and a kiss brushed to your cheek.

He shifted his hips back, moving until the tip of his cock was pressed against your tight little hole. That made the muscles of your thighs go taut again, but the demon also heard the way your breath hitched in your throat, like you’d sucked in a gasp of anticipation, not fear.

Andy gently kneaded your hip, his mouth grazing against the shell of your ear and tickling your skin with his beard. “Let me in, my sweet girl,” he cooed, prodding at your dripping cunt with his leaking tip. “I’ll make you feel so good, pretty thing.”

The soft, whispered pleas and praise from Andy’s lips had you relaxing again, your thighs spreading and your hips lifting in wordless offering. It was too perfect—you were too perfect. The demon couldn’t wait any longer.

Andy pushed inside your wet heat, letting out a grunt of pleasure when he felt your tightness wrapping around his stiff length. You felt so good, your pussy clinging to his cock and sucking him deeper into the warm depths of your body. He slid home until he was buried to the hilt.

As soon as he was inside you, the world tipped violently on its axis, spinning around the demon in a vicious dizzying swirl that he knew was all in his head.

It lasted only a second and by the time your bedroom came back into focus, Andy instinctively recognized that his entire universe had realigned, with you—your delicate human body and your fragile beating heart and your precious glowing soul—at the center of it.

“You’re mine—mine,” Andy growled, his voice preternaturally deep and dark, his arms closing so tightly around your body that he heard the breathe exhale from your lungs and felt your heart beating against your ribcage.

A startled squeak fell from your lips and Andy suddenly realized he was holding you much too tightly, and that he was no doubt scaring you. His grip loosened, his hands moving to comfort you, kneading your soft flesh and groping your curves until you let out a soft, happy sigh.

“I’ll take such good care of you, sweet thing,” the demon vowed in a husky voice filled with warmth. He nuzzled his face into your cheek, pressing sweet kisses to your jaw and neck, listening to your breathy little giggles at the rasp of his beard. “I only want to make you feel good, I won’t ever hurt you.”

“You…” Your voice was raspy with sleep, giving out on you before you could say what you wanted to say. Andy waited patiently while you swallowed and tried again. “You promise?”

Andy could feel your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his lips and he smiled into your skin. You were human, so you hadn’t felt what Andy had when your bodies had joined, the fusing of your spirits, and if you needed reassurance with words that he would cherish you and protect you for the rest of your days, then he would happily give it to you.

“Of course, my sweet girl, I swear it.”

The last of the tension that had been lingering in your muscles finally drained out of you, and Andy’s cock pushed another inch deeper, the tip brushing against a spot inside you that had your walls clenching down hard on his length.

The demon groaned in pleasure, pulling his hips back and sliding into you again, muffling a groan into the crook of your neck when you squeezed him so exquisitely.

“You feel so good, sweet girl, so perfect,” he murmured into your skin, fucking you in short, rocking thrusts that had you gasping and whimpering softly. “You’re taking me so fucking well, such a good fucking girl.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Andy caught the pleased smile that curled the edges of your mouth at his praise. But then you were turning your face into your pillow and muffling your moans into its softness.

Andy didn’t like that one bit. He wanted to hear all of your sounds of pleasure—they were his, just like the rest of you—so he wrapped his hand around the front of your throat. Gently enough so he he didn’t hurt you, he lifted your head from the pillow, rumbling a pleased sound in his chest when he could hear every whimper and moan that fell from your lips.

“Good girl, let me hear you—let me hear how good I’m making you feel,” Andy urged, rocking his hips harder into you, his cock spearing deep into your tight cunt with every thrust.

The tips of his fingers dug a little deeper into the sides of your neck and you moaned even louder, your cunt clutching at the demon’s cock like a vise while the rest of your body melted further into his hold. It was like you’d been waiting for him to come along and take control of you, of your very breathing, and it sent Andy reeling once again.

You were perfect. Perfect. So perfect that even that word didn’t feel like enough. It felt like you’d been made for Andy, and he’d been made for you. A perfect match. A true mate.

“Oh god, wh-who are you?” you asked, your breathy, pleasure-soaked voice pulling Andy back into the moment.

The demon nearly chuckled at the question. It was a little late for you to be asking such a thing when his cock was buried to the hilt in your cunt and every thrust of his hips pushed you closer and closer to the edge of your release. But he didn’t want you to take offense, so he wracked his lust-drunk brain for an answer, finally settling on something close enough to the truth.

“I’m the demon of your dreams, sweet thing,” he rumbled in your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “The one you conjured with the desperate longing in your soul—the yearning to be fucked, to be taken, to be owned, thoroughly and fully.”

“I didn’t, I didn’t conjure anything—I swear,” you babbled, but Andy’s fingers tightened around the sides of your throat, cutting off your protests. The way he choked you only made your cunt gush and flutter between your thighs, and Andy reveled in the feeling of your slick channel gripping his hard cock.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, sweetheart, I know exactly what your soul yearns for, and I’m more than happy to oblige,” Andy purred, raking his teeth down your cheek before nipping at your jaw.

He was holding onto your neck too tightly for you to make a sound, but he felt your throat work against his palm and your pussy spasm around his cock at his filthy words. He choked you a little harder and sank his teeth into your shoulder through your nightshirt, going crosseyed and nearly cumming when you clenched down hard around him.

“What your soul yearns for is a good hard fucking,” Andy rasped when he pulled his teeth away from your shoulder, moving back to murmur in your ear. “Now, take it like a good slut and I’ll let you thank me later.”

Andy picked up the pace of his hips, pounding harder into you. The demon fucked you into the mattress while he choked the breath from your lungs, giving you only enough air to remain conscious while he savaged your soft, warm cunt with his brutal cock.

It wasn’t long before he felt you reaching the edge of your release, and he dug his other hand beneath your body, pinning you to the bed with his hips while he fucked you ferociously and rubbed your clit. You were helpless when the demon demanded you give him your pleasure.

“Cum for me, my sweet thing, cum for your demon,” Andy urged.

You shattered apart on a silent scream, your mouth wide open and eyes rolling back into your head while your pleasure consumed you. Your body shook beneath Andy’s larger form, your tight pussy strangling his cock and dragging him over the edge right after you.

Andy buried his face in the curve of your neck, groaning his release loudly into your skin while his hips stuttered and finally pressed flush to your ass. He buried his cock in your pussy and spilled his cum into the depths of your womb, flooding your body with his seed while he fed on your soul.

Out of habit, he was careful not to take too much, but he could sense that there was no such thing when it came to you. That realization made him groan all over again, another spurt of cum spilling into your cunt while he gorged himself on you until he was sated, your pussy still fluttering with the aftershocks of your release.

For a long moment, the two of you caught your breath together, Andy’s hand having loosened around your neck, though he still held you with your back pinned against his chest. He almost tightened his hold again when he felt your head moving, but you only turned your head to nuzzle your face into his beard and he rumbled a pleased sound in his chest, a smile curving his mouth.

With a gentleness he’d never known himself to possess, Andy eased his softening cock from your pussy, enjoying the way your combined releases spilled across your thighs.

He paused, scooping up his cum with his fingers and pushing it back into your hole, making you shudder and whine at the overstimulation. The demon shushed you softly, pressing kisses to your cheek and the edge of your jaw until he was done.

Then, he rolled onto his back and tugged you with him, tucking you under his arm and propping his head up with the other hand. You still wore your nightshirt, and he was still clad in most of his clothes, his pants only opened enough for his cock, but he wanted to hold you a little bit longer before he forced himself to move from the bed.

You lifted your head and looked at the demon, the two of you hanging in a suspended silence while you regarded each other.

For the first time since he’d slunk into your bedroom, Andy got a good look at your face, and his heart thumped heavily in his chest at the beauty of you. The slope of your nose, the curve of your mouth, and the intelligence in your eyes—it was all gorgeous to the demon.

As he stared at you, you looked at him in return, your eyes darting over his face while you took in his features—his crystal blue eyes and straight nose and the dark beard framing his soft mouth. Your expression was unreadable, but then a small smile curved the edges of your soft mouth, and your eyes warmed. You didn’t seem to hate what you saw, at least.

“I’ll answer all your questions,” Andy promised, his gaze falling to your lips, the desire to kiss you gripping him and refusing to let go. “But first…” He trailed off, dragging you up his body while his hand cradled your head, moving you so he could slant his mouth to yours.

The incubus kissed you gently at first, with just a brush of his lips, as if he was asking for your permission all over again. When you sighed happily and melted into him, your fingers curling in the short hair at the nape of his neck, he knew you were giving yourself to him willingly, gladly, wholly.

Andy kissed you harder then, tracing his tongue along the seam of your lips and seeking entrance that you eagerly gave him. He slid into your mouth, groaning at your sweet taste, and explored you thoroughly while you clung to him and kissed him back.

When your hips began to rock greedily against Andy’s thigh, your slick pussy leaving a wet spot on his pants, he finally pulled away and gave you a wolfish grin.

“Does my sweet girl need her demon’s cock again?” he teased playfully before nipping at your lip and drinking down your moan while he soothed it with his tongue.

“Yes, please,” you murmured sweetly, making Andy chuckle.

But the demon wasn’t about to let your plea go unanswered. He rolled you onto your back and took the opportunity to kick his pants off his legs before sliding home with one thrust. The slick of your combined releases made it easy and you both groaned as he filled you up.

“Good,” he growled, clutching you tight beneath his body and encouraging your arms and legs to wrap around his broad, muscular form. “Because I need to be buried in your cunt for the rest of my fucking life.” His voice was a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine and made you clutch him tighter, meeting every thrust with your hips while he fucked you into the mattress.

It wasn’t until the sky began to lighten from a midnight blue to a softer shade of sapphire, the sun dawning on the morning of Valentine’s Day, that the two of you were finally sated enough for you to ask all the questions that had been rattling around in your head since you woke up to the demon in your bed.

Andy answered you with the truth—every bit of it—not even questioning that he didn’t have it in him to lie to you. He told you about what he was and how he’d been drawn to you from the moment he’d sensed you.

You were skeptical at first, of course, but when he flashed you a look at his true eyes—dark pools of inky blackness like the pits of hell—and showed you a glimpse of his tail, he could tell that you started to believe him. It surprised him how much he wanted you to believe him, so it was a relief when you finally did.

Then, Andy told you about the stories of an incubus’s true mate. He hadn’t believed them until he’d met you, he explained, but a true mate was the one person in all the world that an incubus could feed on and never harm. They were literally made to be together.

Gently, as if worrying that it would be the part you couldn’t accept, he told you that he believed you were his—his true mate, the one person meant for him.

It took you a long moment to process that information, but once you did, you laughed wildly, happily, and pulled him in for a kiss. You were smiling too much to deepen it, so you settled for brushing butterfly kisses all over Andy’s face, making him smile, then grin, then laugh along with you.

“Y’know, I would find out my soulmate is a demon on Valentine’s Day,” you said, giggling and falling back down against Andy’s chest. You curled into his side, pressing your face into his sternum and brushing another kiss over where his heart was beating in his chest.

Your comment reminded Andy of what day it was and he squeezed you in his arms. “Be my valentine?” he asked playfully, pressing a smile into the crown of your head. But he couldn’t wait for your answer, urging you, “Say yes, sweet girl, say yes.”

“Yes, of course, my sweet demon,” you purred, throwing a leg over Andy’s body and sliding on top of him.

Andy’s cock, which he’d thought for sure needed at least a few more hours of rest after the long night of fucking, valiantly stirred to life between your thighs. You reached between your bodies, slipping his half-hard length into your warm pussy and settling down on his chest, breathing a soft sigh of contentment.

The two of you fell asleep like that, your soft, perfect body keeping Andy’s cock warm while you held each other close. As he drifted off, the demon felt a sense of peace and satisfaction that he’d never even dreamed he could achieve in his long, long life of walking the earth.

From that day on, Andy’s life was never the same. It was happier and more fulfilling and he never wanted for anything, not while you were in his life—and in his arms and in his bed. Together, you celebrated holidays and birthdays and life achievements as you grew together, but one day was still the most special.

For an incubus like Andy Barber, Valentine’s Day was his favorite day of the year. Not because of all the lonely, single women in the world, but because it was the day he’d found his true mate, the love of his life—it was the day he’d found you.

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seungfl0wer · 3 days ago

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*𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒*

Pairing: Vampire!Changbin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Idk what to put it as but changbin breaks in but there’s consent for the deed so. Choking, hand pinning, mentions of blood, unprotected sex, Creampie, oral(f), slight manhandling. This got some plot to it to wow- as always sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings!

This was requested from my second prompt list with the prompt 3: “Look at you”. Side note I wanted to have this out earlier but I ended up getting sick :( so sorry for the late posting it!

-🖤

It was late, you were in your bed fast asleep. The window open to let the nice summer breeze in. You could hear faint sounds of crickets chirping which only put you into a deeper sleep. Your slumber was cut short however, a big hand gripping at your throat as another pushed down your other arm.

Your eyes show open staring up at the silhouette of the man above you. He pushed your head to the side giving clear way to your neck. You tried pushing him off of you his strong legs held you in place as he grabbed your other hand. Holding them both above your head now. “Get the hell off of me!” You yelled still struggling underneath him.

“Struggling so much and for what? We both know you can’t break free.” He said with a chuckle. “Just let me have my taste of you sweetheart” he spoke again his voice coming out like honey. In the midst of everything you took notice of his long fangs he had. You knew vampires were real but you had never encountered one. At least that you knew of. “I saw you at the library, from all my years on this planet I’ve never smelled anyone like you” he said almost groaning.

“You’re- you’re a vampire?” You asked sheepishly.

“That I am sweetheart. Now just relax hm? It’ll only hurt for a second. I promise to be gentle.” He said his head now nuzzling at your neck. He took a long whiff of your skin before sinking his teeth into you. You body arched at the sharp pain only to be met with a warm feeling circulating your body. He was telling the truth, it only hurt for a split second.

He lapped at your neck making you let out an embarrassing loud moan. He chuckled against your skin before his hand ran down your body. “Look at that, no panties? You must have been expecting me hmm” he said with another chuckle. Your eyes fluttered open and close at the feeling of his touch, at his words. His fingers ghostly brushed against your folds making him groan loudly. He pulled away from your neck moving himself quickly down your body. “Fuck- look at you- you’re soaked” he said with a wild smirk.

“Shut up” you said moving yourself upwards to get away from him. He quickly grabbed your legs pulling you right back down to him “uh uh no running sweetheart, let me take care of you hm?” He said diving quickly to your core giving you no time to protest. He lapped at your folds like he did to your neck this time though it was messier. His pretty nose rubbed against your clit as he ate you out tongue darting into you. Your head fell back, fuck you’ve never had anyone eat you out like this. Like it was the only way they could live, like they needed it like they needed air. Or in his case I guess- blood.

He pushed his fingers into you pumping slowly at first finding the right speed to drive you crazy. “How does every part of you just taste so- sweet? It’s addicting.” He mumbled against your skin. Your cunt clenched around his fingers you were so close already. He curled his fingers at just the right spot as he started to suck at your clit. “Let go sweetheart, cum for me” he said eyes keeping contact with yours.

He let a small nibble to your clit making your body arch, shaking as you came hard around his fingers. Just like your neck he cleaner you up making sure to not leave any of your sweet nectar behind. “You think you can give me one more? Cum on my cock like that hm? Can you do that for me sweetheart?” He asked in that same sweet honey voice.

“And- and if I say no” you breathed out.

“Then I’ll leave, but we both know you want this just as much as I do. I’ll be gentle I promise.” He said again. You took a moment to think, were you really gonna let this guy have what he wanted? You could see from the moonlight how handsome he truly was. Soft red eyes, the sharp jaw line and oh god that body. He wasn’t the stereotypical scrawny vampire no he was buff. Those big arms would be perfect little pillows.

“Well sweetheart?” He said snapping you back to reality. “What’s your decision?”

“Fine, only on one condition” you said trying to look sternly at him.

“And what may that be?” He asked scooting closer to you.

“I think I deserve- deserve cuddles after this” you said the request making him smile. Fuck- was his smile so sweet looking.

“Of course, you’ve been so good for me I wouldn’t dream of leaving you just yet�� he said moving closer to kiss you but you pulled back.

“One more thing” you said.

“That would be two conditions then” he teased. “But go on”

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Oh, how could I forget my manners I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m changbin. Seo Changbin” he said.

Your eyes went wide, the little you did know about vampires you knew that last name. They were a huge coven with many high class vampires. “Wait- seo?” You asked.

“I’ll take all your questions after sweetheart, but for now I’m going to give this sweet little cunt what she’s craving” he said running his fingers up your folds.

He got his body positioned on top of you leaning down to finally kiss you. You could hear as he did his pants hitting the floor somewhere. He moved his cock up and down your folds collecting the slick enough to glide right in. When he pushed inside of you, you were shocked. His cock was fat, the thickness stretching you out so nicely. If it wasn’t for his work earlier it probably would have hurt. When he was nestled nicely inside you he peered down at you. His eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

“You- you can move” you said softly. And with that he did. He started off slow and deep. His cock taking in your warm walls as it moved.

“Fuck- everything about you is just so perfect” he groaned. His movements picked up but not before he hooked your legs. Pushing them to your chest as he made himself go as deep as possible. You could feel his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he pounded into you.

“Feel- good?” He asked breathily.

“S’good- feels so good” you moaned out. Your hands reached up to him, grabbing his strong muscular arms. His eyes looked so soft like he didn’t wanna hurt you. Like you were this precious little thing to him. He took your hand into his interlocking your fingers as he let your legs fall back to the side. He moved his body down towards you kissing you passionately.

He kissed down your jaw line and almost instinctively you moved your head, revealing your neck to him. This made something in his brain short circuit. His pupils dilated becoming a bit redder a low almost growl escaped his lips. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you faster, harder and somehow deeper. His fangs found your neck once again biting at the sensitive skin.

Everything mixed together had you seeing stars, moans and cries spilled from your lips as you felt you high fast approaching. “Cum. Cum for me sweetheart- fucking cum for me” he said in that same almost growl tone. Your body arched with one final thrust you both were cumming hard. Your body shook almost violently, with such a strong orgasm.

He moved himself back to your face kissing you lovingly before pushing some hair away.

He stared at you with so much love in his eyes it made you blush. “I broke one of my number one rules” he said with a light chuckle.

“Which was?” You asked.

“I never kiss anyone during sex, almost makes it feel to loving. But. I couldn’t help it. For you I’d give all my love” he said that honey voice returning. “I’ve watched you for a while, there was just something about you that I kept getting drawn to.” He added.

He kissed your nose softly before cradling you in his arms as if it was something he’s always done. He ran a warm bath before placing you into it. “I’m sorry for being so rough at the end, it’s just you- you bared your neck to me. That’s something that we vampires see as a sign of love and trust” he admitted.

“You’re from the seo coven right?” You asked, the question that you had wanted to from earlier.

“That I am, I’m actually one of the highest heirs. A vampire born from vampires. A pure blood if you will.” He said.

“So what you’re telling me is, a royal wanted me?” You said with a smile.

“Oh sweetheart, anyone would want you. You’re perfect in so many ways” he said stroking your hair. “Now let’s get you cleaned up shall we? I think one of your conditions was cuddling hmm?” He said kissing your forehead.

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💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

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rose24207 · 3 days ago

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Prompt “we should not have split up” with mafia lando?

On your own

Summary: Kidnapped after a fight, you learn the hard way—leaving Lando after a fight was a mistake.

Genre: Mafia, dark

Mafia!Lando x reader

TW: Mafia, guns, kidnapping, shooting, fighting

A/N: I’m alive dw! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt.2

The air was thick with tension, the kind that seeped into your bones and made your skin prickle. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of damp concrete and motor oil, the faint flickering of a faulty overhead light casting eerie shadows across the space. Your wrists ached from the rough rope binding them behind your back, the sharp bite of the restraints cutting into your skin.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You and Lando had fought—again.

You had spent the past year at his side, not just as his lover but as his confidante, his equal in the world he ruled with an iron grip. But Lando had always been overprotective, always acting as if you were fragile, incapable of handling yourself. It had been a minor argument at first—about a meeting, about territory, about how you weren’t a liability. You had told him you could handle yourself, and in the heat of the moment, you made a reckless decision.

You left on your own.

And now you were paying the price.

The man across from you—Matteo Ricci, a rival boss Lando had crossed one too many times—grinned as he crouched in front of you. He was older, seasoned, with deep scars that ran down the side of his cheek, souvenirs from a life spent in violence.

"You should have stayed by Norris' side, cara," Matteo mused, rolling a knife between his fingers. "But I suppose this works just as well. He’ll come for you. He always does. And when he does…" He smirked. "He’ll be walking into a trap."

Your stomach twisted. You knew Lando would come. He wouldn’t stop until he found you, and that was exactly what Matteo was counting on.

The sound of a car screeching to a stop outside sent Matteo’s men scrambling. They pulled out their weapons, fingers tight on the triggers, as heavy boots thundered against the pavement.

Then, silence.

A deadly, suffocating silence.

You knew that silence.

And so did Matteo. His expression faltered for the first time, his hand tightening around the knife. “He’s here.”

The lights above flickered once. Then the warehouse was plunged into darkness.

A gunshot rang out. Then another.

Screams followed, cut off as quickly as they started. Bodies hit the ground with dull thuds, the unmistakable sound of a silencer making it clear that Lando had come prepared.

You swallowed, pulse pounding.

The next thing you knew, a hand was gripping your chin, forcing you to look up.

Lando.

His face was a storm of emotions—anger, relief, fury, love. His normally bright blue eyes were dark, almost black in the dim lighting, his jaw clenched so tightly you thought he might break his own teeth. Blood stained his knuckles, splattered across the crisp black suit he wore.

“You,” he seethed, his voice dangerously low, “should not have left.”

Before you could answer, his knife was out, slicing through the ropes around your wrists in one swift motion. As soon as you were free, he yanked you up, pressing your body against his. His grip was bruising, his breath hot against your temple.

"You could have died," he growled.

"But I didn't," you whispered.

His fingers dug into your waist. "Because I got here in time. Do you have any idea what I was thinking when I found out you were missing?"

A lump formed in your throat. "Lando—"

"No." He pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "We should not have split up."

You exhaled shakily, feeling the weight of those words. He was right. You had been reckless, stubborn. And now?

Now, you understood.

"I'm sorry," you murmured.

His lips crashed against yours—desperate, angry, possessive. His hands gripped you like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he was grounding himself in the taste of you.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged. "You’re never leaving my side again."

It wasn't a request.

And for once, you didn’t argue.

Thank you for reading!

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inkedinshadows · 21 hours ago

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Hi! Please can you write a smutty Azriel one with prompt number 5?

Temptations of the Night

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

A/N: I literally wrote this in less than 2 hours, so sorry if there are some mistakes!

Prompt: "Who knew you had such a dirty mouth."

Warnings: smut, language, oral (m receiving)

Word count: 1.1k

You didn’t see him walking toward you.

One moment, you were drinking and dancing at Rita’s, surrounded by a crowd of sweaty, panting bodies. The next, Azriel appeared beside you. Under the colorful lights, he looked even more handsome than he already was. And in your tipsy state, you let your feelings for him overwhelm you and take control.

“Can I kiss you?” you screamed over the music, your arms already around his neck as you pressed your body against his.

He blinked. “What?”

You nodded eagerly, a huge smile on your face. “I want to kiss you!”

“Y/N…” Azriel shook his head, even as his hands found their place on your hips, his touch searing through the fabric of your dress. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“No, Az, I do!” you insisted. “I didn’t drink that much, I promise.”

He watched you for what felt like hours, probably trying to determine just how many drinks you’d had. People still danced and jumped around you, and you let the pounding music flow through your veins once more. You began moving again, swaying your hips as you waited for Azriel’s response.

You knew this was sudden, and you normally wouldn’t have behaved like this. But you had harbored feelings for him for months now. A little kiss couldn’t hurt. You could still blame it on the alcohol if he refused, though you hadn’t lied—you weren’t drunk. You had drunk just enough to lose your inhibitions, but not enough to not know what you were doing. Not enough to miss how Azriel’s gaze had never left you from the moment you stood up to dance.

You could see his resolve starting to crumble the more you danced against him. He didn’t stop you. No, his fingers only dug slightly into your hips, as if to guide your movements.

“Are you sure?” he asked. His voice was quiet, like he was treading on a wire, but you still heard him over the chaos of the club.

And the way he looked at you, with that gleam in his eyes—it was all you needed to know that he would do it.

“Yes!” you all but shouted. “I want to kiss you so fucking much right now!”

He didn’t waste any more time. His hands left your hips only to cup your face and pull you toward him, and then his lips found yours and you melted against him. His chest was solid against yours, the only support you had as the intensity of his kiss made your knees weak.

The taste of the drink he’d had just moments ago lingered on his lips as they moved against yours. His tongue slipped past them to brush against yours, and the whole club disappeared around you. There were only his hands on your face, your fingers on the nape of his neck, and that kiss that seemed to consume you both until you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you.

Azriel pulled back at the sound, his hands slipping from your cheeks into your hair. He tilted your head back and your eyes locked. The same desire you felt inside shone in the hazel depths of his gaze.

“I’m taking you home,” he stated simply.

Before you could say anything, he winnowed you away.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light of his bedroom. The silence felt almost jarring after the deafening music of Rita’s, and the air was cool on your damp skin now that you were no longer pressed among writhing bodies.

Azriel pulled you in for another hungry kiss and you knew that very soon, you’d be writhing again—for a completely different reason.

Your lips found his neck, and you smiled against his skin when his wings twitched behind him. Your fingers made a quick work of the buttons of his shirt before pushing it open to reveal his tattooed chest. You'd seen him shirtless during training before, but you would never get tired of the view. And you could definitely get used to touching him, too.

As your hands roamed over his muscles, he tried to pull you back up to kiss you again, but you resisted. You were already working on the buckle of his belt, your lips trailing down his chest as you slowly sank to your knees before him.

“I want to suck your cock,” you said. You pushed his pants down his legs, rewarded by the sight of his erection straining against his underwear. You looked up at him through your lashes. “And then I want to fuck you.”

Azriel was caught off guard by your bold words, his brows rising, but then his lips curled into a smirk. “Who knew you had such a dirty mouth,” he mused.

You grinned and tugged down his boxers, letting them pool at his feet. “I can do a lot of things with this mouth, you know.”

He shuddered when you wrapped your fingers around him, and one of his hands settled at the back of your head. “Well then, you should show me. Don’t you think?”

You didn’t hesitate.

You stroked him a few times before taking him into your mouth. Azriel groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair, but he didn’t pull you closer or rock his hips, letting you set the pace.

Your tongue flicked around his tip, tasting the little bead of precum already leaking. Your hands rested on his strong thighs while you bobbed your head, but your gaze remained on him the whole time. His heavy-lidded stare burned into you, his every groan sending heat pooling between your legs, demanding to be acknowledged—to be satiated. But your focus was solely on Azriel.

When you hollowed your cheeks, his restraint slipped and he fisted your hair, guiding you to take more of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. “Look at how good you suck on that dick.”

You moaned around him, your desire to please him only growing. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, as his jaw tensed and his head tilted back. You felt him twitch and throb on your tongue and knew he was close to spill himself down your throat. You eagerly waited for a taste his release.

But just before he could come, Azriel pulled you back, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. You gasped for air, eyes wide as you looked up at him.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he explained, his voice rough with restraint.

His hands slid under your arms, helping you to your feet.

You furrowed your brow. “Why not?”

Azriel’s grin sent a thrill straight to your core. “Because I want to fuck you first.”

His gaze flickered to the bed behind you.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

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grandline-fics · 3 days ago

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Law Single red rose pleaaaase!!! 💕💕

DESCRIPTION: Single Red Rose- When your date goes wrong, they come to your rescue

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Law

WORDS: 984

A/N: Part of the Valentines Day Event! There's already so many requests so thank you all so much for the positive response so far. Thank you @obsessivemuch for being the first request and I hope that this is to your liking.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

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The atmosphere in the island was warm and friendly, civilians held no fear of the Heart Pirates at all. From the moment they surfaced the Polar Tang and all through the day as they gathered supplies and stretched their limbs while enjoying the fresh summer air and sun that they’d greatly missed while traveling under water. Taking advantage of the hospitality of the island and its inhabitants, with there still being so much the crew had yet to see and do, they begged Law to stay an extra couple days. Trying to remain firm, Law told them they would only stay on land for the night and in the morning everyone would be allowed the day to explore or shop, using the time as they saw fit but he wouldn’t allow any longer to distract them from their journey. With bellies filled with delicious food and now everyone enjoying drinks, Law felt himself relax in his seat just happy to sit back and talk with the others while still observing his surroundings.

As he drank slowly his eyes fell onto the table you were sat at. At first he didn’t know why a table with what was obviously a random couple having a date would capture his attention but then he realised what it was. Your body language just radiated tension. Not a shy nervousness that would show in the beginning of a relationship, or a tense anticipation that you were expecting something like a proposal. Your whole body was tense with restrained annoyance. As Law finished his drink he caught you glancing towards the clock on the wall while forcing yourself to give your date a polite nod in response to whatever it was he was saying. You were trying to gauge when you could bail on this date without seeming like the bad guy. From the way your foot idly bounced under the table when the date laughed at his own joke, it was clear you were reaching the end of your patience. Poor you, but it wasn’t his problem.

Law rose and walked to the bar to get a new drink. While he waited for it to be served he couldn't help but have his attention slowly drift back to your shipwreck of a date. From this angle he now had a clear view of your face and now he couldn’t look away, immediately drawn further into observing the interaction you were having with your date. Law watched as you opened your mouth, actually excited for the first time that he’d seen to say something in response only for your date to talk over you. Immediately your bright eyes sharpened and cooled, your jaw tightening and fingers curling into a fist against the table. Honestly, what kind of idiot had you agreed to go out with that couldn’t even pick up on your unhappiness? Were they that self-absorbed?

His own dark gold eyes watched as your date got up from the table and headed for the restroom, Law didn’t miss the disappointment in your eyes to see he wasn’t going for the exit and smirked. Grabbing his drink he approached your table and came to a stop in front of you. You blinked and for a moment thought your date had unfortunately returned faster than you’d hoped, only to blink in surprise to see who was now in front of you. You’d heard pirates had arrived and you were familiar with this man’s face after having seen it in the papers more than enough times. You wondered if he knew that the photos and posters did not do his attractiveness justice. Deciding this intrusion was a lot more exciting than the torture that was your date you smiled at Law. “Can I help you?”

“Now that’s not fair, that was going to be my line.” Law told you with a small chuckle. “If you’re being held hostage by that guy just say the word.”

“Oh I’ve been warned against this kind of thing.” You hummed playfully. “Offers of help usually come at a price.”

“Can’t I just offer to be nice?”

“Aren't you supposed to be a pirate? Does being nice go against your code?”

“So long as the Marines don’t find out my reputation is safe.” Law explained, his smirk growing as you laughed. Honestly your date fell further and further down in his regard by the second. “So? Need my help?”

“We still haven’t discussed payment.”

“Nothing much, just a walk through the city?”

“Can’t say no to a fair exchange like that. You’ve got yourself a deal.” You conceded, sitting back in your seat. This conversation was the most fun you’d had all evening and you were curious to see what Law would do. You tilted your head when Law set his drink down and took your hand, pulling you to your feet and leading you to the door. “Really? Just walking out is your big idea?”

“I’ve had your date trapped in the restrooms since he left the table. Didn't you wonder what was taking him so long?” Law explained, grinned at your shocked expression. As a precaution he’d had his room ability activated from the second he and the crew entered the bar, just in case any of them needed to make a quick escape. When your date was away he’d shifted the large boxes from the alley outside to block the restroom doors. All Law had really needed was your say-so to continue spending time with him. He dropped his gaze down when you looped your arm through his as you both walked through the busy nighttime streets. “So where to first? You’re the local here, not me.”

“Well the city’s pretty big. I can’t exactly show you everything in one night.” You explained lightly with a smile.

“Well aren’t you lucky? My crew and I won’t be leaving for a few days.”

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camzeecorner · 3 days ago

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𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝙱. 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏

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As Matt sat across from you, his eyes were glued to his phone, the soft glow of the screen reflecting off his face. His fingertips danced lightly across the screen, the taps barely audible, just a whisper of sound. His fingers moved with incredible speed and precision, his thumbs gliding effortlessly over the glass surface. The rings on his fingers added a metallic scratching noise as they rubbed against the back of his phone case. His veins and knuckles were so pronounced, it seemed as if they might burst through his skin at any moment, adding a raw intensity to his focused demeanor.

As your focus remained on his hands, you bit your lip, nibbling at the torn skin. Parting your lips, you wet them, feeling a wave of arousal wash over you just from watching your best friend type. His fingers moved in a way that stirred something deep within you, an inexplicable sensation that left you breathless.

Matt could feel the intensity of your stare, a palpable force that drew his attention. As he glanced up through his eyelashes, he was met with the hard, unwavering expression on your face. His gaze followed the direction of yours, leading him to his own fingers, which were still busy tapping away on his phone. His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a slight crease forming on his forehead. He blinked a few times, processing the moment, before a sly smirk slowly spread across his lips. Silently, he nodded to himself, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken connection, before returning his focus to the screen.

Sitting silently for a few minutes, you began to stir in your seat, the sensation of your skin burning hot and irritated. This was not happening. As you gulped, a wave of guilt washed over you, making you question your actions. Slowly, you brought your hand between your thighs, pressing them firmly together in a desperate attempt to relieve the aching sensation that had taken hold of you.

As you clenched around your fist, you bit your lip, your breaths coming slow and controlled through your nose. You were afraid to open your mouth, fearing that you might let out a forbidden sound. Shutting your eyes tightly, you began to slowly rock your body side to side, the thought of his fingers lingering in your mind, intensifying the sensations coursing through you.

Matt stole a quick glance at you, noticing the subtle tremble of your body. Without a word, he tossed his phone to the side and slowly pulled himself up. As he walked over to you, he silently settled down beside you. He watched as your eyes remained closed, your knees drawn tightly to your chest, a silent testament to the turmoil within you.

“Want some help?” you heard suddenly. Your movements halted, and your body froze in shock. As you turned your head, a scream nearly escaped your lips. Matt, who had been inches away, was now sitting directly beside you. His lips were a straight line, his gaze unwavering as he stared at you. Your expression was unremarkable, but inside, you began to stumble over your words. How on earth did he even notice what you were doing?

“Matt... I-I’m so embarrassed,” you began, your voice trembling with apology. You weren't sure what to say, knowing that he knew, but finding it hard to admit out loud. “I’m so sorry,” you huffed out, your face turning beet red as you looked down in shame. Quickly, you moved your hand, realizing it was still in the same position, adding to your mortification.

As Matt continued to stare, his gaze softened. “I asked if you wanted help,” he whispered slowly. You stayed quiet and still, unsure what to say or if he was even being serious. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for an answer. “Are you gonna answer or...?” he prompted, his voice gentle yet insistent, breaking through your hesitation.

Nodding your head slightly, you pressed your lips together in a fine line. "That's all I needed to know," Matt spoke softly, his voice carrying a reassuring calmness.

Matt slowly began to slide his rings off, twisting them to the side to loosen their grip. "Please keep them on," your voice rang out, a hint of urgency in your tone. He smirked and nodded, pushing the cool metal back onto his fingers, the gesture both reassuring and intriguing.

Matt brought his hand up slowly sinking them into your pants. The quick movements caused your breath to hitch. Feeling his fingertips dance lightly over your covered heat, your back arched slowly. He watched your expression, seeing your mouth open slightly from the pleasure.

Slowly he began to trace small circles around your clit before flicking it quickly. “Oh!” You yelped, caught off guard to the sudden motion. You picked your knees up spreading the wider, giving him more access. “You like my fingers?” His voice beamed. You nodded your head unable to speak.

He slid your panties to the side as he made direct contact with your wet pussy, feeling the slick arousal he rubbed small circles before pushing one long finger into you. Your hand was quick to fly on top of his causing him to stop his movements.

With a sudden rush you felt as Matt gripped your hand with his free hand, bringing it to his own hardened dick. “You help me, I help you.” He stated. Watching as you nodded your head, he began to resume his work focusing on his fingers and they pumped in and out of your cunt.

Shaking slightly you brought your hands into his pants, eyes widening slightly feeling his length. He was big, you would’ve never expected it. He always gave average to you but boy were you wrong. Moving your hand up and down his boxers you felt the wetness.

The passing minutes were spent as if you were both in heaven. Pleasure was plastered on both of your faces, eyes rolled back as your mouth hung open. Loud noises escaping your mouths and into the air.

Your bodies shook as your orgasms quickly approached. Feeling the wave of euphoria quickly wash over you, making your heart race with exhilaration. Matt felt as you clenched around his fingers, telling him you were soon about to cum. “Gonna cum on my fingers? Tell me how good it makes you feel.” Your body was heated up, feeling the explosive sensation bounce off your skin. “Feels so good- I’m so- mmph” Your vision sharpened as you came hard, your legs shook as your heart raced.

Matt followed you quickly after, his own orgasm hitting just as hard. Your faces fell apart as you both slumped backwards. The soft glow of your lamp shined above you, the sweat glittering against your foreheads.

Your bodies were stiff and still, too sensitive to move. Matt could feel the pressure of your hand on his cock, seeking comfort from it. His fingers still resting in you, keeping a warm feeling in your body. As he slowly turned his head he smiled at you. “So.. you like my fingers?”

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anonameisadditions · 1 hour ago

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I would like to bring attention to Halloween Hack, and by extension, Earthbound, which is where all of this Toby Fox moral observation began.

Halloween Hack was Toby Fox's first major project, a Rom hack of Earthbound. It's a sequel of sorts, proposing a version of the story where Ness never returned after finishing Gygas.

Now if you aren't familiar with Earthbound's final chapters, it involves Dr. Andronuts, your nerdy best friend's dad helping you and your crew go back in time to kill Gygas, and this involves transforming the crew into Robots, in a process that's *hopefully* reversable.

But in H.H, the game observes, and dramatizes the actual emotional toll this plan would have on the doctor- that, from his perspective, he just loaded up an entire rocket full of kids and sent them off on a kamikaze mission. In Earthbound, this is treated as part of the same magical silliness the rest of the game utilizes- Its no different than, say, the reversed city of Darkside, or Magicant, its dream world.

But the Doctor wouldn't perceive their own world and choices in such a silly E for Everyone way if Ness and the kids didn't come back. He'd be devastated, wracked with guilt over sacrificing a bunch of innocent kids to try to win a war against an unstoppable evil. Win or lose, he's got kid blood on his hands.

At no point does H.H start lobbying accusations at the player, mind you. It merely presumes that anyone playing H.H will have played Earthbound- and be indirectly involved with what's happened to these (and I cannot stress this enough) FICTIONAL CHARACTERS who you've spent some time with, and then let's you see the results of your agency, as a player, a strange ethereal meta force in EB (constantly talked to by helpful animals and winked at by a variety of strange characters referencing things like B buttons and Inventory Slots). And with this perspective, asks you to put this guy out of his misery.

And by ask, I mean ask. As in, you are prompted whether or not you want to do so.

Why does this matter? Because the premise of a Morton's fork- a proposed scenario where both choices lead to the same outcome- is EVERYWHERE in H.H, Undertale, and Deltarune. And I think this is part of Fox's artistic focus- questioning whether choices actually "matter" in games.

Undertale largely points out that, for the most part, nothing in Undertale actually matters, because at any time, the player can come back, restart the game, and change the outcome of the story altogether. Even a pacifist run can be undone. The only thing stopping you... is you.

But Toby, again, isn't some moral grandstanding idiot. He understands that there's a fundamental difference in ethics engaging with fiction, and thus, replaying Undertale largely is a pure experience- save a few gags here and there beyond the save system, and unlockable Easter eggs, and Goners and what have you.

But what IS asked, implicitly, by the Pacifist run player- an option that's only unlocked *after* beating the game the "right" way- neutral- Is "Why do you give a shit about these fictional characters?"

Let's take a section and realize how strange the Pacifist route is for the Undertale first timer. If you were one of those choice few who got to play Undertale without spoilers, you basically could not avoid having to replay through Undertale if you reached the ending and pursued Flowey's lead of a better ending, due to the pacifist ending requiring you to not kill a single monster. You just finished a 15~ hour video game, and no doubt, in your curiosity in engaging with the game as a game, you used the fight mechanic at least once.

So what answers exist for the player, as a character, to be willing to endure the entirety of a story they already know, to reach a new outcome in the story?

1. You want to see everything the game has to offer.

Notice this is the same explanation Sans gives in the Genocide run to why his fight is so difficult, and designed to frustrate you into stopping. The completionist answer is one that assumes Genocide is the "True" ending of undertale, because once you break that seal, your save is tainted, permanently.

2. You really, really liked the game.

Sure, alright. But why? Was it the pacifism mechanics, that rely on puzzles you already know the answer to? You know everything that's going to happen in the plot, nothing REALLY changes- You just played it, are you that interested in revisiting it?

Which leads to 3.

3. You give a shit what happens to these fictional characters in this fictional world.

And that leads to my point. I don't think Undertale wants you to get lost in the weeds on whether or not it's ethical to kill monsters who are trying to kill you- It's asking you whether you can empathize with characters who are largely irrelevant to you, the player.

Do you really give a shit if a Frobbit is killed? What about Jerry? Do you care if Jerry gets killed? The game largely remains the same either way. It doesn't seem to matter to Sans whether or not you kill a couple of monsters on the way to the ending- He'll impune you a little, but he understands that it's a momentary thing. You'll be back. And if you aren't, well, at least that's the end of the story, and everyone in the underground can finally move on from this whole Destiny thing.

But what if YOU care. What if you give a shit about hurting people? Even fictional characters? Even annoying fictional characters? Do you, as a player, think you should engage with a work of fiction in a game with an ethical constraint, or do you separate your identity from the games you play?

H.H asks "Do you think Dr. Andonuts is responsible for the death of 4 kids in the fight against Gygas? Does it matter?"

Undertale asks you "Do you believe in pacifism in an environment where you can undo 99% of damages you do? Does it matter?"

Deltarune asks you "Do you think choice matters, even if your choices don't matter? Does what you think even matter?"

In other words- If there's a common theme in Toby Fox's creative background, its always the same question- Does choice matter, even when outcomes are always the same? and, to fit it into the original discussion- Does it matter whether you do horrible things to characters who aren't real? And if it does, does it say something about you as a person or not?

I can't stand any work, or an interpretation of any work, which presents the act of viewing/playing/reading the work as a morally bad thing. Like. Those are fictional characters. I'm down to play meta fictional games with you here, but I'm not gonna treat them as moral patients. That's a nonsense position!

If I'm a bastard for watching Funny Games or killing an enemy in Undetale, well you're a double bastard for making the fucking thing! Why did you publish it, if the morally correct thing to do is stop?

#undertale #deltarune #halloween hack #toby fox #analysis

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random-thoughts-uwu · 2 days ago

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𝚌𝚊𝚝!b𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝!

it's been a very stressful day for you. instead of bothering cat!blade, you just went off to sulk in bed while he was off napping somewhere. tags: fluff, comfort . . . established relationship.

it didn't take long for your thoughts to spiral, and of course, now you're having a quiet, unexpected breakdown. sure, it might've felt childish, but you also knew that you just had a lot that needed to come out, one way or another. so, with your hand over your face and quiet sniffles and muffled sobs, you lay there, crying, your tears running down your cheeks and staining the pillow beneath you.

you weren't quite sure when or how, but you soon heard a quiet, heavy sigh, jolting you from your breakdown and prompting your hand to leave your face, your teary, red eyes widening as they landed on blade's figure. wordlessly, he crawled in bed, laying on you. despite the almost crushing weight of his impressive body, it felt oddly comforting, grounding, even.

"pet me."

was his simple command. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was just being needy and clingy-- but there was something in his eyes, a quiet intensity as he stared up at you from your chest, that you knew it was for your sake more than his.

sniffling and rubbing your eyes, you let your features soften as you run your fingers through his soft hair, the tears slowing as you lightly rubbed his scalp and scratched behind his cat ears that flicked with your touches. you could feel his tail lightly swatting against the exposed skin of your leg, his eyes closing as he burrowed his head a little more into your chest, purrs rumbling from his throat; a deep, soothing sound.

your mind blissfully clears, your body relaxes some more, your tears stopping and leaving only puffy eyes, stained tracks along your cheeks, and a dull ache in your head. but you barely registered any of it as you hug blade closer, to which he responds by tightening his grip around you.

he lifts his head a little, his crimson eyes staring into yours, his chin still resting on your chest. soft, tender strokes of his calloused fingers brush against your cheek and eyes, a far cry from the ruthless and brutal warrior blade could be.

"better?" he grunts, his voice low and softer than usual.

"yeah. thanks, blade..."

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lis-likes-fics · 22 hours ago

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Keep Me Warm

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2.3k words Prompt: Thigh fucking Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing, alcohol use, thigh fucking, fingering, daddy kink, Dean calls reader "babygirl", aftercare... A/N: Ugh, part of this actually got me there hahaha. Thank you and enjoy!

“This is what Hell is like.”

Dean shakes his head, bringing the lip of his ice cold beer to his mouth. “No,” he takes a swig, “too cold.”

You grumble, turning over in the bed and shoving your face in the crappy pillow in an attempt to warm your frozen nose. The blankets wrap tighter around you, too thin to help as much as you need.

You start to speak, but your voice is muffled against the plastic-y feel of the pillow’s fabric. “Can’t hear you, baby.”

You lift your head. “I don’t even know how you can drink that.” Perspiration dribbles off the side of his bottle and wets his hand. surely adding to the freezing temperatures brought on by the broken motel heater.

Sam is out trying to find some hand warmers or something to help with the cold, but every convenience store he comes across is fresh out. It seems everyone is struggling to deal with the below freezing temperatures.

Dean’s chuckle is gruff. “I’ve been dealing with this for a while. Cold doesn’t beat alcoholism, sweets.” You roll your eyes, emerging from the covers to shuffle over to him. You drape yourself over his lap, curling into him to siphon some of his warmth away.

“If you loved me, you’d warm me up,” you mumble.

Dean laughs again, “Oh, baby. I have a couple ways I can warm you up, but you’d only say that Sammy will come back any second now.”

You roll your eyes, turning to lay on your back so you can see his face. He’s looking down at you, his tanned skin slightly flushed with blood in an attempt to warm his skin. He feels warm to you—Dean always runs hot. He’s like a furnace.

His phone pings, and he grabs it from where it had been thrown into the sheets earlier. “Speak of the Devil,” he says ironically. “Says he’s gonna find a Walmart to look for a space heater.”

He glances at you, bobbing his eyebrows suggestively. “That’s a good ten, fifteen minutes from here.” He leans down, one hand dropping down to the top of your head. The other finds your thigh, squeezing it gently as he smirks. “I think that’s plenty of time to warm up, don’t you?”

You shouldn’t. Sam has to suffer through your relationship enough, if he comes back before you’re done, he’ll probably just wait in the car or something while he waits. You don’t want him to catch you again, especially not when he’s doing so much right now to warm you all up.

But the way Dean’s looking at you has always been hard to ignore. The way his hand curls around your thigh, his fingers dipping down to feel you squeeze them together, is intoxicating. You lick your lip absent-mindedly and let out a heavy sigh as you concede.

“Fine, you dog.”

His smirk widens, like a predator of its own as he leans down further. He lets out a low, deep bark before swooping down to capture your lips in his own.

You moan into the kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip as he sucks on your top. Your hand reaches up to tangle in his hair. He supports the back of your head with his palm, and you already feel warmer as you soak in the heat of his lust.

He doesn't even touch you at first, at least not where you need him to. He mouths hungrily at your mouth and at your throat while his hand paws at your thighs, groping and kneading the doughy flesh with a desperation that pinpoints just why the bulge digging into your back is so prominent beneath you.

“You're terrible,” you breathe, holding him to your neck.

“I don't hear any complaints about it.” He pulls a sliver of skin between his teeth, nibbling at it with an eager hum. You chuckle breathily, the sound nearly coming off as a whimper with the way it shakes. “Fuckin’ love these thighs, babygirl.”

You feel his hand stroke farther up your inner thigh until he cups your clothed pussy. He rubs his hand against you, eventually slipping beneath your sweatpants to feel how wet you've already become.

He groans against your lips, sliding two fingers between your folds to gather your arousal on them. “Jesus, you're fucking soaked.”

You arch your back slightly, drawing his attention to your chest as he smirks. Dean's hand continues to rub up against your clit, teasing you and coaxing you as you keen into his touch.

“Take your shirt off, baby,” he instructs, his voice rough with his growing lust. You do, tugging it over your head, despite the cold of the room. You hardly feel it—you can steadily feel your body heat rising higher and higher under his hands, one on your aching clit and the other petting your hair.

Your nipples peak immediately against the chilly air. Dean leans down and laps at them, sucking them between his lips as his hot mouth makes you shudder. His tongue licks greedily over the peak, his teeth occasionally grazing and making your breath hitch.

Your hand presses against his belly, feeling the curves of his abs beneath your palm with appreciative fingers. You lift his shirt clumsily, pressing your mouth to his skin. You warm him with your mouth and hands as he warms you, keening into his touch and smiling every time his belly tenses beneath your lips.

Your kiss becomes sloppy when he presses a finger into you, parting your pussy with a thick digit that has you sighing heavily. “Oh, Daddy.”

His lips curl around your nipple. He sucks on it, pulling it taut before letting it slip out with a smack. “You like that, baby?”

You nod. “Yeah.” You spread your legs farther apart, inviting him in. He groans, pulling his fingers out of you just to pull your sweatpants off. He prods at you again before shoving then back inside at a new angle, thrusting his finger deeper inside of you and curling until you gasp. “Fuck, right there. Please don’t stop.”

He continues to support your head in one hand as the other keeps fucking into you. When a second finger stretches you even more, he attaches his lips to your nipple again with a grunt.

Your lips part and let out a tiny gasp when he starts to circle your clit. Your hips lift up into his hand, your chest presses up to his mouth. Breaths leave you with a frugality you're not sure you can afford.

“C'mon, baby,” his voice is husky, coarse. “You gonna cum for me, babygirl? You gonna cum all over my fingers? Let me feel it.”

You feel like you’ll burst. There's a deep gasp in your chest waiting to be taken as it curls and curls. Your legs tense, your belly tight as it anticipates your undoing.

Dean keeps curling, keeps coaxing. He's guiding you closer and closer, luring you, reeling you in. “You're so close, baby. Let go. Hm? Do that for me, baby. Let go for Daddy.”

It's an unfurling. Your eyes close, your brows pinch, your lips part as you inhale a sharp intake of desperate breath. The pleasure washes over you like it's trying to wipe sense from your mind and replace it all with unadulterated lust.

You grab onto his shirt squeezing tight as you try to stifle needy moans. “Ah, fuck, Daddy.”

He curls his fingers tight, almost like he's trying to take hold and lift you up, his thumb still circling. “Good girl,” he drawls. “That's my good fucking girl.”

He pulls his fingers from you, using the two, sticky from your slick, to rub at your clit some more before pulling away to smack it lightly. You shudder and shake beneath his touch, whimpering at every contact. “Yeah, you like it, don't you? Feels so fucking good, doesn't it?”

Cold forgotten, you nod and let yourself tremble as the high wanes to something that buzzes in your bones. “Yeah, yes…”

Dean leans down to kiss you, hungry and greedy as he continues to smack your cunt. He smirks every time you whimper, every time you flutter against his hand. It's somehow worse when he gropes your thighs again, his grip tighter than before. He kneads them in his palm, this insistent and possessive thing that makes him harder beneath you.

“Come here.” He moves you from his lap, lays you across the bed as he moves to stand. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, pulling a little chuckle from you as he takes hold of your legs.

“Look at you,” he coos. “So fucking pretty.” He leans over your body, pressing his mouth against yours, your throat, your collarbone. His hands grab at your thighs like a lifeline, squeezing them in his palms and groaning.

You pull his shirt over his head, rubbing your hands eagerly against his chest and his belly, admiring the strong, solid feeling of him against you. “You're abusing my thighs, Dean.”

He hums deeply. “I'm gonna fuck your thighs, baby.”

He lifts your legs, pushing them together and back. His hand rubs along your ass, the back of your thighs. A deep sound rumbles in his chest as he shakes your head and stares. “Maybe this is the real Heaven.”

“Dean.” You clench around him when he shoves his finger back into your cunt.

“What was that?” You shiver, and he laughs at you. “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

You hear his buckle clink. He pulls his pants down, watching you as he goes. His eyes, usually green as apple, are a dark forest that soaks into your skin. It makes you warm, it makes you ache.

“You wanna be a good girl for me, baby?”

You nod, raising a hand to tease your nipple with shy fingers. “Yes.”

“Say ‘Yes, Daddy’.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles. “Good. You know what you're gonna do? You're gonna hold these thighs together and you're gonna keep ‘em nice and tight while I fuck them.”

You swallow thickly, an emphatic nod of your head outlining your desire for him, to please him, to be pleased by him.

“Say ‘Yes, Daddy’.” He says it as a reminder.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He kisses you—though a better word would be to say he devours you. He tastes your lips on his tongue and breathes you in like a flower.

You press your thighs together, watching as he takes hold of you, one hand stroking his cock slowly with a hiss.

You feel him slide himself between your thighs, your arousal wetting the bottom of his cock as it glides over your wet folds. He holds them close and lets out a long sigh at the feeling.

He starts out slow, like he's teasing himself with your warmth and your wetness. His brows knit together, his lips part with thick breaths.

“God, you're fucking perfect,” he groans. The blunt head of his cock presses against your clit, and a small whimper falls out. His hips jerk at the sound, quickening his pace until his breaths are heavy and shallow.

Precum dribbles from his tip and onto your belly, smearing along the inside of your thighs. You put so much focus on keeping your legs together that they begin to shake. His arm wraps securely around your legs, keeping your ankles on his shoulder as he palms at your breast with the other hand.

“Always so good for me, aren't you, babygirl? Hm?” He ruts into you, the gathering slick making it easy to move back and forth in search of his release. Each slide through your folds brings a breath from your throat, and each press against your clit makes you whimper.

You can feel his cock twitching. He leans even closer, forcing your legs back more as his measured thrusts become less steady. His breath becomes erratic, his eyes struggling to stay open.

“I'm gonna cum, baby. You gonna take it for me?” You nod eagerly, watching with lidded eyes and shallow breath.

“Cum on me, Daddy. Please, I want it.”

His thrusts stagger until you feel the warm, sticky spurts of his cum painting your belly white. He groans, the sound deep and rumbling, almost a growl as his hands grab onto whatever he can find. “Fucking Christ.”

The sounds of your breaths fill the air. You lay back against the mattress, your fingers itching for him to hold.

Dean lets out a thick breath. He admires the sight of you, heavy-bodied and covered in him. He lightly smacks your side, a little pat of his warm hand that strokes you soothingly.

He lets your legs down, tucking himself back in his pants. “You doin’ okay?” his voice is a hum, a low and gentle sound that makes you grin.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “But you're cleaning this up.”

He laughs heartily, walking away to find something to do it with. You lay there, naked and feeling much better but slowly becoming aware again of the fact that the room is freezing.

He finishes cleaning you up. You groan, turning on your side and pulling the covers back over you. “I think we should just fuck. I'm cold again.”

He chuckles deeply. “We'll put some clothes back on, and I'll cuddle you. How about that?”

You peek up at him with your best set of puppy dog eyes. “You'll cuddle me?”

He nods, his smirk curling over his lips as he gently shakes his head at you. He picks up his shirt to pull back over his head. You watch as it covers his chest. “Yeah, baby, I'll cuddle you.”

You hum, grabbing your shirt and pulling it on. Once you're dressed, you give him the space to join you under the covers. It's much warmer, and you're much happier to lay there with him.

When Sam comes back holding a space heater, his face scrunches in disgust to see the both of you spooning. “Ugh. Did you have sex while I was out?”

Without looking at him, Dean just brings you closer. You glance at him. “Fucked hard, Sammy.”

“Dean!”

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #reader insert #female reader

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hitlikehammers · 16 hours ago

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(and in your soul) forever's not so long 🤍🩶🖤

“I’d die for you, Steve Harrington. Kill for you. Burn the whole goddamn world and everyone in it, if it was for you,” and Eddie only pauses to lean that little bit more to kiss properly against Steve’s skin before he mouths there, the sincerity of it all straight through to Steve’s bones: “And it would be the honor of my life, only second to the privilege of loving you in the first place.” ♥️

rating: t ♥️ tags: established relationship, post-S4/s5 final showdown, canon-typical violence, declarations of love, heavy drama (because theses boys are involved, that’s kinda a prerequisite), open ending (that I could be persuaded to close on another prompt-day this month, who knows, kinda possibly angsty if not though) ♥️

for @steddielovemonth day five: "I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." - The Addams Family

It’s the night before everything comes to a head. Not that they know it, in the moment: of course they don’t.

But it is that same night.

Eddie’s hands are more delicate like this, without the rings and lazily carding through Steve’s hair where it spreads across his chest, when Steve lies on top of him versus the other way around.

They’re skin-to-skin, as they most often are in bed whether they’ve fucked yet, or even intend to that night at all. They just…

It’s comfort. Routine. Magical in that it’s predictable; it’s who they are now, what they’ve grown into as superstar lives that starting twining inextricable like it was the easiest thing; not a path of least resistance but the direction they’d been waiting all their lives somehow to find, and run like hell with, hand in hand. It’s like a promise, almost, inside all that everydayness, built into what it is to fall quietly, incalculably joyful into the shape of togetherness like this, the most natural configuration.

To touch, and stay, and feel this deep and sure: it’s for always. It’s for keeps.

Or that’s…that’s kinda what it feels like.

Which is all that counts.

But that’s where they are: Eddie’s long, lithe fingers running through Steve’s hair, his breathing even and his heart loud and steady under Steve’s ear before he says the most ridiculous thing, something that should send a pulse racing for how big it is, how…how much it is, and fuck, how much more it is, it means, because Eddie’s heartbeat doesn’t shift a single stroke as he exhales warm against Steve’s temple:

“I’d die for you, Steve Harrington. Kill for you. Burn the whole goddamn world and everyone in it, if it was for you,” and Eddie only pauses to lean that little bit more to kiss properly against Steve’s skin before he mouths there, like massaging the intention, the sincerity of it all straight through to Steve’s bones:

“And it would be the honor of my life, only second to the privilege of loving you in the first place.”

And they don’t say it in words so often, maybe they should—but it’s clear enough, unquestioned enough that the declaration of love in it all doesn’t shake Steve’s breath, just maybe makes him nuzzle into eddies chest a little closer.

It’s more the rest of the statement—not a line in the sand so much as an observation of settled fact—that draws Steve’s hand to lace into Eddie’s and hold him still while Steve turns just enough to catch his eye.

“You say that like it’s a one-way street,” Steve half-whispers; “like you’ve got the corner on feeling exactly all that, and exactly that much.”

Eddie tips his head so his lips brush another kiss to Steve’s skin, almost incidental.

Almost.

“Do you seriously think that any part of that isn’t exactly the same, doesn’t go bo—”

The squeal of the walkie at their bedside cuts Steve off, because of course it would, just when it really matters, and the urgency of Code Red! called shaky across the line, well.

That is what kicks both their heartbeats up to racing.

——

The point is that of course they couldn’t have known. They couldn’t have predicted how it would hold happen that night, how Eddie’s declaration and Steve’s aborted reply would come to echo with a devastating underscore of prophecy, and worse: finality.

It’s growing clear by the second, the farther into the air that Eddie starts to float.

“Such a misfortune to love the one thing that could save him so deeply, that there’s no single melody strong enough to coax him back,” Henry, of the husk of him limping in that’s less physical form and more visceral, desperately-clinging power, all of him concentrated and unhinged, and so much more dangerous.

So much more devastating, as Steve watches Eddie’s eyes roll back to white, the capillaries bursting, the roar of Steve’s pulse something viscous in his ears, threatening to burst there in kind.

“It’s nearly boring, really, how desperate you all always are to save this one tiny, insignificant man, and always him, every time,” and fuck, if Steve’s chest doesn’t roar with a fire that would torch the fucking skies because how dare he, about Eddie, Steve’s Eddie, how fucking dare—

“I detest boredom,” the monster, no longer embodied enough to pretend at being a man; “so I offer a wager.”

They all know better than to indulge it, to even listen. They cannot even think to trust—

“One of you, for him.”

It’s Nancy who screams actual words over the violent raging that erupts from all sides; why the fuck should we believe you?

And Henry, what’s left of a face in him, sneers with pity:

“I had my fun with him once. And I told you. The most inane form of boredom is willful routine.”

And they shout more, they rage and they shoot at a figure that’s not wholly real, and so Steve doesn’t even know how it could be killed—doubts bullets almost as a rule though, on the point.

But here’s the thing. It’s a melee, it’s a shitshow, it’s the endgame and eddies limbs are pulled too fucking tight, too treacherous.

And Steve’s pulse is steady, anyway. His breaths come even, when by all rights they shouldn’t.

That’s the way he knows.

So he steps forward, meets eyes-that-aren’t-quite-eyes-anymore, but are close enough to see and recognize the gesture: him.

Him, for Eddie.

What’s left of the head nods, and there is and instant. One instant.

Eddie falls to the ground, screams in pain, but only for the impact.

Only that.

And before anyone can run to him, and before the focus of a psychopath can shift wholly, he meets Steve’s eyes in horror.

But under all the horror, that just deepens as he seems to process things he heard when not quite present, seems to unravel what’s about to occur: under all of it, there’s just love.

And since there were wasn’t ever anything misunderstood between them, no matter what was said in words or no, Steve takes the moment he has to clear up the only loose thread he can’t think of:

“It always went both ways.”

And then it’s just pain, and he can’t move his limbs, but he can still see eddies face, contorted in agony that Steve thinks hurts worse to see than any of this could hurt to feel, so long as it’s not Eddie feeling it, not ever Eddie, and he can’t hear—for which he’s grateful—but he tests his neck: a little give left. Henry’s slow, like this, compared to what he used to be.

Steve has just enough time to mouth, eyes trained unblinking on Eddie and Eddie alone:

“Fucking,” and his eyeballs feel like they’re about to cave in the way he fights to keep them steady, to keep Eddie in view as the last thing he ever sees, for the last word he ever speaks:

“Privilege.”

And when it goes white, as his eyes rolls back and he lifts to the sky, it’s okay. More than, even.

To give his life to loving, like he’d always hoped to, and to have gotten it back just the same?

That’s more bliss than most people ever get to know at all, no matter how it ends.

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joeyalohadream · 3 days ago

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Last Line Tag

I've once again been a bit MIA from fandom spaces, but I'm trying to find a balance between work and life and writing and everything else. It's not even writer's block, just me being too busy and then too tired to write.

Thank you for the tags over the last week or so, apologies it took me so long! @stars-remain2 , @onyxsboxes , @pinenutpbj

Longer than usual snippet from the next chapter of Let your heart be light (which I PROMISE is coming this week!) to make up for how gosh darn long this is taking me.

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His heart tumbles and his hands sweat and he feels like a teenager as he watches John’s large frame practically hop out of the truck, a bounce in his step as he makes his way over, one hand carrying a white plastic bag, the other suspiciously behind his back.

“Demarcoooo’s!” His loud voice bellows his now familiar greeting at the couple and then he’s within arm’s reach and Gale’s fingers twitch. His grin softens into something so fond when his eyes land on him, Gale’s face feels like it’s on fire. “Hi, Buck.”

“Hi, John.”

“Close your eyes.”

“What?” Gale blinks at him.

“Close your eyes, Buck.”

Gale looks at Benny and Brady who are watching them without even feigning the act of giving them privacy. He turns his back on them, faces John again feeling silly. But John’s just smiling at him, patient and sweet and Gale sighs and closes his eyes.

“Okay, open them.”

When he opens them back up, a single red rose is right under his nose, being twirled by thick fingers while Gale stares at it, mouth parted slightly.

“Too much?”

Gale’s eyes flick up to John’s darker blue ones and see’s his smile turn sheepish and he can’t have that. He takes the long stem from between John’s fingers and tilts it until the flower is under his nose, closes his eyes for a second as he inhales the sweet scent and then smiles up at John.

“Not too much,” he says. “It’s perfect, John.”

He pulls the flower down and leans into the larger frame in front of him, free hand grasping his coat and tilts his face up. John’s eyes go squinty and his smile goes syrupy sweet before he leans down to press his lips to Gale’s.

It’s soft and gentle and John’s lips are warm. It feels like the first time and the second time. His toes curl in his boots and he fights down a whine when John leans back enough to brush their noses together, breath tickling his chin.

“I missed you,” John murmurs, hand reaching out, fingers brushing hair off Gale’s forehead.

It hasn’t even been twelve hours but Gale means it when he says, “Missed you too.”

He brings the flower back up his nose, smiling into the soft petals. When was the last time someone gave him a gift without a certain day prompting it? He thinks the answer might be never and the thought doesn’t hurt as much as it would if he wasn’t holding the rose and John hadn’t given it to him.

“Thank you,” he says, squinting against the sun, smiling when John cocks his head to block the glare for him. “For the flower. Never gotten one of these before.”

“Happy to be your first,” John says back, eyes crinkling again and Gale feels the blood rush to the surface of his cheeks. Laughs when John thumbs one and then kisses the other. “Couldn’t be any cuter if you tried, Buck.”

“Stop,” Gale says with no heat, shaking the hand that’s still fisted in John’s coat before letting it go. “What’s in the bag?”

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No pressure tagging: @majorbuckyegan , @weimarweekly , @happy-days19 , @blixabargelds

#buck x bucky #mota fanfic #let your heart be light 🎄

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tkdb-hell · 15 hours ago

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40 - Ren would be great 🫶

#40 - A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

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(I do my best to write the reader as gender neutral unless otherwise specified - if you send me an ask and prefer masc or fem, please let me know)

♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡

“Okay, okay… Last pull for the day,” Ren muttered, his eyes locked on his phone screen. The Jabberwock lounge was quiet, save for the occasional chirping of birds outside and the soft rustling of leaves as the weather shifted once again. You sat beside him, watching with mild amusement as he furiously tapped through his gacha game, clearly frustrated.

“Ugh, trash again. This game hates me,” Ren grumbled, tossing his head back dramatically. “I’ve been grinding for weeks, and all I get is useless three-star junk.”

You leaned in, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Want me to try?”

Ren turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “You? What, you think you’ve got some kind of luck magic?”

You grinned. “Maybe. Can’t hurt, right?”

With a sigh, he handed you his phone. “Fine. Knock yourself out. But don’t blame me when it spits out more garbage.”

Taking the phone, you navigated to the summon screen. You gave Ren a quick glance before tapping the summon button, watching as the animation played out. The familiar swirl of colors filled the screen, but then, something unexpected happened—a golden light burst, signaling something rare.

Ren sat up straighter, eyes wide. “Wait… No way…”

The summons continued, and with each flash of gold, another SSR appeared. Not just one or two, but multiple—all characters Ren had been chasing for weeks.

You turned to him, smug. “Told you I’m lucky.”

Ren stared at the screen in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what just happened. “This—this isn’t real… There’s no way… I’ve been pulling for weeks and you just—”

Before he could finish, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, a teasing smile on your lips. “See? Luck magic.”

Ren blinked, still stunned by the summon results and now by the unexpected kiss. But something shifted in his expression—his usual sarcastic demeanor melted away, replaced by something deeper, more intense. Without warning, he turned, cupping your face in his hands, and kissed you back.

This time, it wasn’t gentle. The kiss quickly descended into something passionate, hungry, as though all the frustration he’d felt moments ago had been channeled into this one moment. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

The world around you faded—the game, the lounge, even the ever-changing weather outside. All that mattered was the warmth of his lips against yours and the way his hands held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. Ren’s eyes, usually half-lidded with boredom, now gleamed with something brighter, something raw.

“You really do have magic,” he muttered, his voice low and hoarse.

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just your good luck charm.”

Ren smirked, the familiar teasing glint returning to his eyes. “If that’s the case, you’re never allowed to leave. Ever.”

“Oh? So now I’m stuck summoning for you forever?”

He shrugged, leaning in again for another kiss. “Not just summoning. Everything.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your lips betrayed how much you didn’t mind. “Fine. But if I’m doing all the work, you owe me something in return.”

Ren’s smirk widened as he pulled you closer again. “Deal.”

The forgotten game continued playing its cheerful victory tune in the background, but neither of you paid it any mind. Ren had finally gotten his lucky summons—but somehow, he felt even luckier now.

#tokyo debunker #tkdb #asks #ren shiranami

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gardens-light · 2 days ago

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Hi um can I request for B-127 and femme s/o who has the same relationship of Wall-E and Eve. Let's pretend that earth existed and s/o space pod accidentally landed in the surface of cybertron instead of earth ( this takes place after the energon started flowing again in cybertron)

Hi! First of all, many apologies for the super long wait. And second, this is such a super cute prompt! Hopefully I was able to balance out the inspiration from Wall-E, but also staying true Bee's character. Enjoy!

A Love From The Stars

Content: Transformers One, B-127 x GN/Robotic-Humanoid Reader. Events' takes place after TFO. Fluff/Comfort. Friends to Lovers.

Song Inspiration: Dusk Till Dawn- Haluna ft. Le Bober

Word Count: 5200

Cybertron.

A world once drowning under Sentinel Prime's rule, now was slowly healing. The great city of Iacon may stood in ruins, but life had begun to return. Streams of glowing energon carved their way through the wastelands, bringing colour and movement back to the planet’s surface.

And amid the silence of forgotten places, where the wreckage of old ruins lay buried in dust and time, he remained.

B-127.

The little scout had always been different from his kind. While his fellow Cybertronians focused on rebuilding Cybertron’s grand civilization, B-127 was drawn to the little things.

The way the neon-lit skies shimmered at night. How energon rivers pulsed like veins of life through the metal ground. The odd trinkets he found buried in wreckage—tiny, discarded pieces of Cybertron’s past that no one else seemed to care about. But Bee cared.

He spent his days wandering the wastelands, gathering remnants of the old world, arranging them into small collections in his makeshift home—an abandoned bunker, (despite Orion Pax insisting on giving him a shiny new apartment in one of the many towers of Iacon) now filled with glowing artifacts, mechanical flowers, and rusted, half-functional trinkets.

He had no words to explain why he did these things.

Only that it made him... happy.

That was, until.... you arrived.

A streak of white fire tore through the atmosphere, spiraling out of control. A pod—small, unfamiliar, alien—screamed toward the surface.

Bee’s optics widened. A ship? No, not Cybertronian. Too compact. Too… organic in design.

The impact sent a tremor through the land. Dust and metal debris lifted in the air as the pod skidded across the abandoned wasteland before coming to a shuddering stop.

Bee hesitated for only a moment before sprinting toward the wreckage. His wheels screeched against the metallic ground as he skidded to a stop, optics wide as he took in the sight before him.

The pod was definitely not Cybertronian. It was smaller, smoother—its design almost organic. Steam hissed from the edges as it powered down.

Something moved inside. The hatch hissed open.

A figure stepped out, sleek and strange with a body crafted of smoother, softer in design, with joints more flexible than any Cybertronian he’d ever seen. They were a machine, but their form carried organic elements, like someone had taken human aesthetics and merged them into something mechanica. Optics—large and filled with wonder—glowed with soft golden light.

You moved with grace, but also with hesitation, scanning your surroundings with wary precision.

“Hi!” he blurted, waving. “You're definitely not from here! This is Cybertron! I’m B-127, but you can call me Bee! Do you have a name? What are you? Where did you come from? Did you mean to crash, or was it an accident? Oh—wait—do you need help? I can help! I love helping!”

You froze, optics flicking across his frame.

B-127 was bigger than you, towering over with his Cybertronian build. His voice was loud, too fast, too much at once.

Your servos twitched, instinctively tensing, as systems buzzed with high alert.

Bee immediately noticed your hesitation. His processors scrambled for a way to fix this.

“Oh—uh—sorry... Too much?” He took a step back, raising his servos in what he hoped was a non-threatening gesture. “I talk a lot. I get excited. Sorry. Let’s try again, uh—what’s your name?”

You couldn't help but study him.

He was… odd.

Unlike most life forms you had encountered during your journey across the stars. They were intimidating, cold, and strategic, this one? Was open, eager, and oddly friendly.

After a moment of hesitation, your voice came out in a soft tone. "Y/N.”

Bee's features lit up immediately.

“Y/N? That’s an awesome name!” he grinned, optics bright with enthusiasm. “Nice to meet you, Y/N! Okay, so—uh, you crash-landed, right? Need any help?”

You glanced back at the pod. The hull was scorched, panels dented from impact. Sparks flickered from the damaged circuits inside, the impact fried the control panel.

“…Yes,” you lowly admitted, taking a deep breath before continuing. “My pod is damaged. I don’t know if I can get it operational again.”

Bee perked up, his words almost sang in a chirpy tone. “Oh! Oh! I can totally help with that! I know a place—Macadam's! It’s got tools, parts—I mean, I can’t promise high quality stuff, but we can patch your pod up! You know, if you want.”

Your gaze returned to him, hesitation stealing your words once again. Your processor just couldn't make sense of this situation, attempting to calculate any possible outcomes or if trust was even an option.

And yet... there was something about Bee—weather it was his unfiltered enthusiasm, or his genuine desire to help—made you pause.

Finally, you slowly nodded.

B-127 grinned so wide his faceplates ached. “Oh, this is gonna be fun!”

Before your processor had the chance to process the situation, Bee quickly grabbed your servo. Pulling you into a world you had never known.

Roughly a week later.

You didn’t expect Bee to talk so much. Or, rather, you didn’t expect him to talk this much.

He never stopped. He moved too fast for you to keep up, words tumbling from his mouth, his servos gesturing wildly as he talked.

“And this—this is the Hall of Records! Boring place, but it’s got Orion Pax in it- Sorry! It had Optimus Prime. He's really great! Over there’s Wheel and Cog—best place to get a drink- Oh! Oh! And this is—”

You barely had time to process before he was off again, voice filled with excitement.

You… wasn’t used to this.

On Earth, most robots were built for efficiency. Function. Even among your human creators, there was always a purpose behind every action.

But Bee? Bee just seemed to love being alive.

He found joy in the smallest things. The neon glow of streetlights, the hum of a passing hovercraft, the way Cybertron’s metallic landscape shimmered under the twin moons.

And—somehow—his enthusiasm was contagious. For the first time since landing, you found yourself smiling.

With B-127, every day was an adventure. Simply learning from one another and enjoying the little things in life.

You taught him how to appreciate silence. (The first time you both sat and simply watched the energon rivers flow, he fidgeted for five minutes before finally settling down.)

Bee showed you all the hidden beauties of Cybertron—the abandoned gardens where metal flowers still glowed faintly with stored energon, secret tunnels where the sky opened up to reveal endless stars.

Throughout your conversations you showed him human culture, teaching him about art, music, and—his favorite—movies. (He became obsessed with old Earth films, particularly ones about heroes saving the day.)

You both worked late into the night, sitting beside each other while fine-tuning the pod's mechanics. But fixing your pod was easier said than done.

B-127 had scavenged and brought everything he could find—wires, tools, even a few panels from an abandoned hovercraft. You simply watched, arms crossed, as he proudly dumped his haul onto the ground, once returning to the crash site.

“Alright! Let’s get to work!” Bee chirped.

You arched an optic ridge. “Do you... even know what you’re doing?”

B-127 hesitated. “…Kinda?”

A heavy sigh escaped you, massaging your temples. Please... if there is a Maker, don't leave me stuck on this strange planet...

Yet to your surprise, B-127 was quick, resourceful—his servos moved with surprising dexterity, weaving together circuits and rerouting power sources. And your knowledge of Earth technology helped guide him through the complex repairs.

Of course there were moments of frustration.

“Bee, that’s the coolant system, not the power relay.” Your words came out sharper than intended.

“Ohhh. That explains why everything just shut off.” But his smile never faded, simply correcting his mistake and following your guide.

And there were moments of success.

“Yes! You got it working!”

Bee's spark sent out zaps of fireworks throughout his circuits, as you threw your arms around his neck. “See? I told you I’m good at this.”

As days turned into weeks, your friendship deepened. And slowly—without realizing it—you started looking at each other differently.

You'd often caught yourself watching him when he spoke, your optics tracing the way his entire body animated whenever he got excited.

B-127 realized he liked the way you'd smile at him. The way you tilted your head whenever confused. The way your servo felt when it lingered in his own.

The way he would glance at you whenever he thought you wasn’t looking. The way his optics would glow just a little brighter whenever you laughed.

B-127 didn’t realize what was happening. He just knew that being with you just... felt right.

That he liked your voice. That he liked showing you new things. That your presence made his spark hum in a way he didn’t understand.

One Night at Your Pod's Crash Site

You finished the last circuit connection inside the pod.

The systems whirred to life. Your ship was fixed.

You should have been thrilled, but instead, all you could do was look at B-127, who stood beside you, staring at the ship’s controls with a strained expression.

He was... quiet... Too quiet.

Bee should have been happy. But instead, he felt… hollow.

Noticing his unusual quietness, you placed a hand on his arm. “Bee?”

“Well! Looks like you’re all set!” Bee blurted out in a way that sounded far too enthusiastic- even for him. Forcing a large grin across his faceplates. "You can head back to Earth—just like you wanted! So that’s great, huh? Super great. Totally, absolutely fantastic!”

You studied him. “…You don’t want me... to leave...?”

B-127’s venting stalled. “I—I mean, it’s your home, right? You should go. You want to go,” he said quickly, looking anywhere but at you. “Isn't that what you wanted? To fix your pod? And now it’s fixed, and you’re leaving, and that’s just—just perfect, because, y’know, it’s not like I was gonna miss you or anything, pfft, no way!” He waved a servo dismissively, laughing nervously, but the forced cheer didn’t reach his optics.

For once, you allowed your body to do what it wanted to do. What you wanted to do. Gently, you cupped his face in your servos.

"Earth is home! S-So why wouldn't you-" B-127’s words immediately died.

His optics widened, his vents hitching as your thumbs traced soft, barely-there circles against his cheek plating.

“U-Um... Y/N?” he stammered, his words uncharacteristically unsure. “What… what are you doing?”

You didn’t answer.

His back hit the cool metal of metallic the feild, his optics still locked onto yours as you carefully guided him down onto his back. Bee let out a surprised little sound, he didn’t resist—he just... stared up at you, his spark thudding erratically within his chassis. His systems buzzing with something completely foreign yet... overwhelmingly good.

You hovered over him now, one servo resting lightly on his chassis, your optics flickering from his surprised gaze to his lips.

B-127 froze, ventilations hitched, his voice barely audible. “Y/N…?”

Again you remained quiet, simply settling over him, your frame pressing lightly against his chassis.

Bee's spark stuttered. His servos hovered awkwardly at his sides, unsure of what to do. A-Am I supposed to hold them? Is this some kind of Earth 'goodbye?'

You leaned down, so close that he could see the faint glow of your optics reflecting in his own.

Then—softly, deliberately—you kissed him.

It was soft. Warm. Delicate.

B-127 short-circuited. His entire system stalled.

Your lips were gentle, moving against his own with a tenderness he had never known. A featherlight press that sent a shockwave throughout his circuits. His spark flared, surging with a new and unfamiliar heat, something so intense it almost overloaded him. The feeling was entirely new- sending a tingling sensation throughout his frame.

His servos twitched, hovering awkwardly in the air, unsure where to put them. His fans kicked on full blast, his spark hammering against his plating.

But then...he melted.

B-127 tentatively kissed you back, his movements shy, hesitant and unsure at first. But then—his servos grasped at your waist, pulling you closer.

And suddenly, he was chasing after the kiss, following the intoxicating warmth that made his entire frame shudder.

A soft gasp briefly escaped you as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

Something switched in him.

His hesitation vanished, replaced by a desperate need to feel more of you, to memorize the way your lips felt against his own.

His spark thrummed within its chamber, syncing with your power core in a pulsing rhythm.

He didn’t even realize that he rolled you onto your back, caging your frame beneath his while his mouth moved hungrily against yours.

Your servos slid up his spinal struct, digits caressing the base of his helm.

B-127 let out a sound he didn’t know he could make—a deep, gravelly purr—as you tugged him closer.

The kiss turned hotter, more needy, your frames pressing flush against each other as his spark reached for your energy core in ways neither of you fully understood.

It was instinctual—something far beyond simple affection.

It was like... your very beings were somehow calling to each other.

B-127 blinked dazedly, his optics bright and unfocused. As you broke the kiss, a chuckle escaped you, brushing your nose against his.

“…Oh,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “O-Oh, Primus, I didn’t mean to—uh—I mean—I did!—but I didn’t—I just—”

His words immediately fell silent, as you placed a digit to his lips. Looking up at him with that sweet smile that he loved.“ I didn’t mind. I... quite liked it actually."

B-127 stared at you, dazed. “Y-You… did?”

You leaned in, forehead resting against his.

“Very much.” You murmured, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

Bee short-circuited all over again, making a noise that was definitely not a squeak.

You couldn't help but laugh, as he rolled off you. Laying upon his back again, a subtle warmth radiating off his frame, his spark pulsing within his chassis as you cuddled into his side.

He just stared at the starry sky, processor reeling. As he subconsciously wrapped an arm around you, allowing your helm to nestle in the crook of his shoulder.

“…Bee?...”

“Yeah?”

"Do I... have to go back?”

Bee's spark skipped a pulse. Whipping his head down towards you, his expression stunned. "W-What?"

You tucked yourself closer, voice barely above a whisper.“…Would it be… okay if I stayed?”

“You… You want to stay?” Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at your optics, his servos lightly tracing circles over your back.

“…Only if you want me to.”

B-127’s features softened. "I’d really like that."

You smiled, tucking yourself more against his frame.

As your optics closed, allowing a soft sigh to escape you. Letting his warmth lull you into a peaceful recharge.

He didn’t need to understand why you had gravitated toward each other.

He didn’t need to question how you had become the most important thing in his life.

All he knew was. He never wanted to let you go.

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