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୨୧ You Tell The LADS LI They Can’t Shower With You ୨୧

ꔫ Warnings: Slightly suggestive, but 95% fluff! ꔫ Requests: Open (feel free to DM if you have questions!)

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Showering with Xavier was always a highlight to your day. The perfect way to wind down in your opinion. Both your bodies would be aching from being out in the field and nothing was more relaxing then leaning back against your partner and lover as he ran washed your hair.

Though you'd seen videos circulating of girls turning on the shower and telling their boyfriends they wished to shower alone. Thus, you decided to give it a try.

You waited till the weekend to strike. A time you were both ready to do nothing more than shower, eat some take out and binge some cringy movies until you fell asleep. Your robe was tied loosely around your waist, clothes discarded into the laundry hamper and your plan ready for action.

This weekend Xavier would be staying in your apartment. He was currently finishing up ordering the take out you had requested, none the wiser to what was going through your devious mind. Once you heard his soft voice tell the restaurant goodbye, and call out to you that they'd be there in thirty minutes, did you strike.

It was amusing how quickly you heard soft footsteps speeding down the hallway at the simple gesture of turning the shower on. You'd placed your hand inside the water, feeling for the perfect temperature. It wouldn't surprise you if he teleported the rest of the way into your bathroom, because by the time you turned around his pants were already around his ankles and he was working on his shirt.

"What are you doing?" You'd asked innocently, peering over your shoulder.

Xavier blinked, startled by the question. "About to join you for a shower, as usual." He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it definitely was.

You gave a sweet pout, walking over to your boyfriend and gently cradling his face. "Awww, bunny, that's sweet. But, I'm wanting to take a shower by myself tonight," You chirped, slowly pushing him back towards the door and closing it on him. You bit at your bottom lip trying to contain your giggles.

However, as soon as you turned around, you collided with a hard chest. Xavier stared at you with the most innocent puppy dog eyes. Well, as innocent as they could get when they were narrowed with a hidden darkness behind them.

"Did I do something?" He'd asked, hands reaching out to grab at your hips.

The way your body trembled at his touch did not go unnoticed by him. Such a simple bodily reaction had given you away.

"We had a rough day in the field," Xavier whispered, slipping his hands towards the front of your robe and pulling at the pathetic knot keeping it together. "I think I need to check every last inch of you, just to make sure you didn't get hurt anywhere." His voice was like honey, smooth and sweet. Just like he was as he slid down your body, dropping to his knee's.

You released a whimper as his warm breath kissed you where you needed him the most.

"I think we need to have a long, thorough inspection of each other."

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♡ Rafayel

Refusing to let Rafayel join you for a bath was like taking his breath away. Kicking him in the gut. Telling him you were breaking up with him and spitting in his face.

And no, you weren't being dramatic, because you were staring at your boyfriend as he peered at you in absolute horror, having just said those things to you.

"May I ask what has caused this sudden hatred, cutie?" He'd asked, hand upon his chest in hurt.

What was meant to be a silly prank may honestly lead you to wanting to take a long relaxing bath alone. "I don't hate you Rafayel, it's just you have such a big bath tub and I was to experience it by myself for once." You insisted.

Honestly, it wasn't a lie. The artist had so many delicious smelling shampoos and body scrubs, you were giddy to go in and try them all inside the large tub. You were already planning the ultimate bubble bath.

"So, what I'm hearing is and correct me if I'm wrong, you want to take a bath by yourself," Rafayel stated.

You smiled and gave a quick nod of a confirmation.

"Okay, so that mean's you don't want me in the bath with you," He continued as if connecting the dots.

"Yes my love, that would be correct." You agreed.

Silently, you watched as your lover crossed his arms and began to nod in understanding. Almost as if he was finally coming to term with what you said.

"So, what I've come to understand, is that you now despise me," The sigh he released was dramatic. Hand back upon his chest, gripping over his shirt where his heart lied.

You stared at the scene happening before you, before releasing a tired sigh. "Fine, you can come in. But, I want to soak by myself for the first ten minutes." You insisted.

Rafayel visibly perked up at your words, following after you and insisting he'd give you all the time in the world to rest and relax.

He was in the tub with you in less than five minutes.

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♡ Zayne

Honestly, you felt a little bad for what you were about to do. Tara had been showing you some of the latest couple trends at work on her phone. And sadly, one that had caught your attention was telling your partner you didn't want them to shower with you.

You knew Zayne's days were always long at the hospital, but to see how he would react was all too tempting. Thus, once he texted you that he was on his way home did you finally start getting things ready.

Laying out comfortable pajamas, choosing your favorite body wash and lotion, and making sure you got in the shower as soon as you heard him come through the door. You could hear him faintly call out your name as he made his way further into the house. Sadly, you barely caught his voice over the sound of the water beating against you. However, you called out to him, letting him know where you were at.

He seemed to stop for a moment due to the sound of running water, before slowly starting his way towards his conjoined bathroom.

A gentle knock on the door let you know he had officially made it.

"May I enter please, love?" He called out, voice laced with exhaustion.

Your heart ached at the sound. Truly, you wanted nothing more than for him to join you so the two of you could wash away your rough days together. However, you barely remained strong.

"Sure thing!" You responded.

Within seconds the door was opening and from detail of his foggy silhouette could already tell he was beginning to unbutton his shirt. "It wouldn't be an intrusion if I were to join you would it?" Zayne asked, ever the gentleman.

You bit back the smile that threatened to give you away, forcing the giggle down that bubbled inside you.

However, with ease you rejected him, "Actually, I was kind of wanting to take a shower by myself. You know, rough day."

The silence within the bathroom was deafening. Almost leaving you to believe he had caved to your wishes and left. Curiously, you pulled the glass door away to peer out.

There stood Zayne in all his glory. Shirt unbuttoned, pants half unzipped revealing the delicious lines that led straight to what was hidden within said pants. You anxiously bit your bottom lip at the sight.

However, your eyes quickly shifted back to the person before you. The exhaustion on his face was evident. Though he seemed shocked, there was also understanding.

"Understood, please take as much time as you need, I'll wait on the shower. Is there anything specific you want for dinner? I can prepare something while you finish up." He offered, preparing to zip his pants back up.

Your heart lurched.

"No, Zayne, I was kidding! I want you to join me in the shower," Your plea caused the doctor to halt. Once he turned back towards you, his eyes gave the silent question, asking if you were sure about this decision.

You smiled at his gentleness, stepping out of the shower and reaching over to help unbutton his clothes. In no time his clothes was on the floor, and his body pressed against yours as you ran shampoo through his hair.

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♡ Sylus

You should've known better. Sylus is a brilliant man, who can sniff out a scheme better than a bloodhound. Be it from enemies or by you and the twins, he knew the outcome of your plans before any of you did.

So you have no clue why you thought this would be any different.

It had been a couple weeks since the two of you had last saw the other in person. During those restless weeks you continuously texted, called, and may or may not had a spicy video call or two.

Anyways, once your schedules finally managed to even out, Sylus had been insistent on taking you on a romantic evening out. On one hand, you had expected a romantic dinner and private time together. On the other, you had not expected for him to take you to one of his private homes that barely had any cell service to give you just that.

However, with the delicious food he had prepared and the soft music playing in the background, you almost caved to just crawl into the mans lap and make up for lost time.

But you must stay strong!

Instead you picked up your plates, insisting you prepare for bed. He seemed a bit surprised by your eagerness, but quickly his eyes softened. He smirked as you grabbed for his wine glass. Instead of handing it over, he stood, taking the plates from your hands as he did so.

"How about you head upstairs and I'll handle the dishes, kitten?" His voice was smooth as usual, and the wine in your system wasn't helping matters either.

Instead of arguing, you quickly turned and headed towards your shared bathroom.

The time you had was limited. Quickly, you began lighting candles, bringing out your most expensive products and pulled up the romantic playlist you had put together on your phone. By the time you were adding some bubble bath to the warm water, Sylus had knocked on the door.

"May I enter, kitten?" He asked, waiting for your confirmation before proceeding forward.

You called out to him, and within seconds he was behind you.

He raised a brow, smirking at the bubbling tub. "What's this? Have you gotten into potion making?" Sylus joked, earning a playful eyeroll from you.

Cool and collected, you turned in his embrace, trying your best to give an innocent smile. "I'm just wanting to take a bubble bath before bed, have a bit of time to myself before bed," You'd lied.

Though you had expected to get some form of reaction out of him, be it quite small, you had not expected him to give a nod of understanding.

"I see, if that's what you wish then so be it. But, just know," He purred, one of his hands sliding from your waist to the back of your neck. He massaged your lower neck, working out the tension that work had caused. Not only was tension being released, but soft moans from your lips. "I'm here if you need me. And I really think you may need some special attention right now."

His words had you biting your lip and pressing your thighs together. In no time were your clothes on the floor, and half the water from the tub joining them.

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♡ Caleb

Caleb knew you like the back of his hand. Always paid close attention to you, ever since you were young and even as you had entered adulthood. So maybe this wasn't exactly the best prank to play on him. Knowing Caleb, he's going to find a way around one way or another.

It also didn't help that ever since you had become a couple the two of you were nearly inseparable.

Out in public? His hands were somewhere on you. Be it your lower back or his hand in yours.

At home? You were always lounging on each other, Calebs hands carding through your hair or massaging your aching feet as you watch some type of awful reality TV show.

Even in bed the two of you were never separated. Any pillow that threatened to find its way between the two of you would be found on the floor the next morning.

So maybe you shouldn't be surprised by his stubbornness to leave the bathroom.

"Are you sure you want me gone? I thought you said I do good washing your back!" His voice was filled with shock and concern. His body refusing to move as you push against the wall of muscle trying to push him out.

You puffed out your cheeks in irritation. What had been the idea of a simple prank, was instead leaving you wish your genuinely wanting your boyfriend out of the bathroom by this point. Not because he had done anything in particular.

The begging and whining had been expected, but not even being able to move his body out the door had not.

"Are you using your evol right now?!" You growled, shoving your weight against the colonel.

Caleb laugh, "Nope, your just not as strong as you think pipsqueak." He reached up, ruffling your hair that had been neatly tucked away.

"You should know my strength by now, you got a taste of it last night," He mused, watching as you tensed at the thought of last nights intimacy. "If you don't believe me, I'd be more than happy to give you a show as proof."

Anxiously, you watched as his hands reached for the bottom of his shirt. And quickly, you shoved him out the door and slammed it close. "I knew you were using your evol!" You growled, twisting the lock into place.

Instead of banging on the door, you had simply heard Caleb laugh on the other side in amusement. Deciding to actually take a nice and relaxing bath, you began to peel your robe off your shoulders.

"Come on pips, be a good girl and open the door for me," Your boyfriend purred on the other side of the door. "I know you've had a rough week and just need to be taken care of."

His words were clearly laced with a promise of more than just a relaxing bath if you were to let him in. You began to chew at your bottom lip as your felt heat begin to pool between your thighs.

As he continued to whisper sweet words behind the door, after a few minutes did you finally cave.

"That's my girl." Caleb whispered, happily lifting you from your spot in the bathroom and kicking the door closed behind him.

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honeyluvender · 5 months ago

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I saw this tiktok video a looong time ago with these two women firefighters who have toned bodies and it got me thinking of a scenario with the l&ds boys.

Imagine MC/Reader fighting some wanderes or working out at the Hunters training center and Tara or some civilian noticed just how well tone she is and decide to make a post or video about her. Now MC/Reader is know as the "Hot Hunter"

I would love to see the boys reaction to MC/Reader new found attention and all the horny comments she is getting.

Hot Hunter

Warnings: mild boner descriptions, some grinding and twerking, suggestive dialogue, mostly harmless A/n: Thank you so much for sending this in @deputy-videogamer! It was fun imagining the men's reactions to this scenario. Hope you enjoy this! Just an FYI this was combined with another similar request for Zayne getting hard at the gym for MC. Not really proofread.

You carefully set up your camera and peeked at the screen one last time before picking up a pair of weights off the rack. Although working out was mostly necessary because of your job, it was more bearable now that you had a buddy.

You glance over at Zayne, who's flexing his shoulders, having finished a set on the chin-up bar. He catches your eye, his lips forming a subtle smile before he grabs the bar and lifts himself up again. You allow yourself a brief moment of indulgence, admiring how the fabric scrunches over his broad shoulders before returning to your own workout.

You're live now and already have viewers coming in. Tara insisted that posting hunter workouts was a great way to get audience engagement since many people are focusing on their health nowadays. You demonstrated some basic exercises and how to position the weights, correcting your form as you did so.

Sweat forms on your forehead as you go through the motions, your toned muscles tightening under the skin as you curl and relax. After a few sets, you decide squats are in order. You replace the dumbells and instead, pick up a heavier kettlebell. Turning so that your audience could clearly see your form and how you were adjusting your feet, you bend, feeling your thigh muscles stretch, and your ass tensing as you went down before slowly coming back up. Suddenly there’s a surge in the audience, the numbers rising up and the phone starts to ping continuously as comments flood the live stream.

Wondering what could have happened, you’re about to get up but are spared as out of nowhere, Zayne suddenly snatches up your phone. His sharp eyes scan the screen, and there’s tension in the set of his mouth as he reads the comments.

“Zayne?” You ask from the floor, still squatting. He makes his way over to you.

“Is there a reason you’re recording your workout?” Zayne asks, his eyes still moving over the screen.

“Oh Tara suggested it. We get a lot of questions about our work out routine since we’re hunters. Why?”

“Well…it appears you may have gotten some…raunchy comments.”

“What? No way!” Your eyes widen. “What are they saying?”

Zayne’s eyes flick uncertainly to your face before he clears his throat. “Well. Most of them seem to have a fruit.”

“A fruit?”

“A peach, to be precise.” A snort of laughter forces its way from your body.

“Are you serious? There’s no way!” Zayne resignedly shows you the comments and indeed, every other one seemed to be the peach emoji.

“That hunter ass.” You’re amused as you read another one. “Hunter got the buns and the bakery. Look at that cake. Hunter workouts: the key to having a juicy peach.” The comments keep pouring in, and Zayne’s eyes darken as they get progressively thirstier. One in particular, coming from an anonymous commenter, said, “you can squat on my face miss hunter.” With a huff, Zayne ends the livestream.

“Hey!” You protest as he pockets the device. “It was starting to get good.”

“I see. So lewd compliments about your rear are ‘good’.” Zayne’s eyes have a glint in them, and sulking, you stand, all motivation for your workout disappearing like rain.

“I don’t see why those comments had to be so inappropriate.” Zayne bites out as he crosses his arms disprovingly.

“It’s the internet.” You grumble as you start to put the weights back on the rack. “Who’s polite on the internet?” You back up and bump into a sturdy wall of muscle. Before you can register what’s happening, Zayne’s deep voice growls in your ear.

“Have I not complimented you enough? Why are you looking for validation from strangers?” Caged between the rack and his body, you squirm, your ass inadvertently brushing against the junction of his thighs. Instantly, you feel him hardening, the warm, firmness of his cock pushing up invitingly against your bottom.

“Well Dr. Zayne, it looks like you were saving your best compliment for last,” you tease and innocently reach down to pick up a lighter weight, your bottom rubbing provocatively against his erection as you bend over and straighten. You stifle a giggle as Zayne spins you around, biting your lip and looking at him with mischievous eyes. Zayne's hands tighten on your hips.

“This ‘cake’ belongs exclusively to me. We’ve worked out enough. I need to raise my sugar levels."

Rafayel didn’t like working out. He made this very obvious as he grumbled during your daily jog. It’s been 10 minutes and his cheeks are red, locks of his hair out of place, and plastered to his forehead with sweat. His breath comes in pants as he tries to keep up with you.

“For being my bodyguard, you seem to always find new ways to kill me!” You look back over your shoulder and see him starting to slow down. Taking pity on him, you run in place and allow him to catch up. When he does, Rafayel moans and leans against a tree. “Are we done yet? This is torture!”

You check your phone and try not to laugh at his state. “This is hardly anything Raf. We still have 2 miles to go.”

“2 miles?!” Rafayel crosses his arms and shakes his head no. “I refuse to believe it. You’re just saying that to trick me into running more than what was promised!”

Rolling your eyes but still amused, you playfully poke his ribs. “I’m really not. C’mon it’s a beautiful day out! We’re getting all this fresh air and enjoying all the greenery-”

“Fresh and green is for bunnies! I’m exhausted. Just let me rest ok?” He drinks from his water bottle and you wait patiently for him, stretching as he does so. Two men who had been sprinting briskly around the path when you had started now slow down as they near. They glance appreciatively at you, grinning at Rafayel.

“You can run this round with us if you want. Let your friend rest.” One of them says sportingly, glancing at Rafayel’s disheveled state. Rafayel bristles at the implication.

“Hey! I was just catching my breath!”

“Of course you were!” The other man interjects quickly, trying to quell Rafayel’s ire. “You just looked like you could use the break. She looks like she has a lot of energy! Could run this whole trail before either of us make it to the halfway mark.”

Noticing the ominous shadow starting to grow on his face, you laugh, trying to dispel the tension. “Thanks. But I’m taking a break too. This was probably going to be my last mile.”

“Really?” The first man looks surprised. “With the way you were going, I thought you were going for at least 2 more. Are you a marathoner?”

You shake your head politely. “Hunter.”

“Oh! No wonder!” Both men smile dazzlingly. “Obviously hunters have to stay in good shape!”

“We do,” you say lightly, pretending to ignore Rafayel glowering behind you. “It’s a very physically demanding job.”

“Yeah,” Rafayel pipes up suddenly. “And she has very little time to herself. So we have to get going if it’s not too much trouble.”

Understanding the hint, the men nod at Rafayel. “Well enjoy your weekend then! Feel free to join us if you change your mind.” They run off and Rafayel glares at them.

“Feel free to join us,” he says in a mocking tone as he watches them sprint away. “We’re never coming back to this park again.”

“Oh Rafayel, they were just being friendly.” You start to power walk and Rafayel follows suit.

“No they weren’t! Didn’t you hear them? Let your friend rest. You look like you have a lot of energy! They were totally hitting on you!” You snort at his tone because he sounded so adorable right now.

“There’s nothing funny about strange men trying to hit on my girl. You’re already thinking of leaving me aren’t you?” Rafayel pouts, and you stop in your tracks before you fall over laughing. Cupping his sulky face between your hands, you quickly peck him on the lips, catching him off guard, because he’s blushing when you move away.

“I’d never leave you Raf. My breathless little fishball.”

“You can’t just insult me to my face and think it’s all ok!”

“Oh, so many people stitched my workout videos!” You’re lazing on Sylus’s lap as he works out the knots in your shoulders from your most recent sparring session. You wince as he squeezes a tender spot.

“Ouch.”

“Ouch? What happened to no pain no gain?” Sylus teases you.

“It doesn’t always have to hurt.” You absently open a random stitch notification and watch as a burly, muscled, man talks into the camera while holding a plank.

“Ok Miss Hunter! You said you can plank for 10 minutes no sweat! I’m gonna beat that record!” The man on the screen balances himself and the timer on the video starts. The sound of his heavy breathing fills the room and Sylus raises an eyebrow.

“Sweetie, you know you can tell me if you’re watching adult videos right?” You pinch his thigh, satisfied when he twitches.

“No need to get defensive.” His hands wander to your lower back and he continues to massage you. You watch the video intently. The man who had stitched your video was already starting to lose balance; his forearms were quivering from the effort. The timer continues counting, but right at the eight-minute mark the man groans and breaks position. He laughs and winks at the camera.

“Maybe you should give me a private lesson Miss Hunter!” he says jokingly before the video ends. The comments section is filled with comedic jabs at the man, saying he better last longer than that in other aspects.

“Pathetic,” Sylus murmurs and you startle, unaware that he had been looking at your phone.

“It’s hard to plank Sylus.” You say discipliningly. “It took me 6 whole months before I could hold for 10 minutes.”

Sylus doesn’t reply but his hands still as you open another stitch. A man giving off jock vibes fills the screen. “Ok! Miss Hunter said she could complete this whole circuit in 12 minutes! I’ve set up my workspace exactly the same way. If I beat her time, then I’ll ask her out to dinner! Wish me luck guys!” You watch in amusement as the guy starts his workout, puffing and grunting as he does so.

He was behind 2 phases when the timer rang and he stopped, flopping to the floor. “Whoo! This kicked my ass! Looks like I didn’t beat her time. But hey, maybe Miss Hunter will take pity on me and ask me out herself?”

Your notifications ping suddenly and you check them, surprised to see Sylus’s name popping up several times. “What are you doing?” You open one of your workout videos, then stifle a laugh as you see the replies Sylus has been giving to the commenters.

“You’re too fine to be working out alone.” Sylus: “Oh, don’t worry. She’s got me right there to spot her.”

“Are you a fitness trainer? Because you’ve got me wanting to follow your every move.”Sylus: “She’s not taking clients, but I’m sure a good mirror could help you with that ‘following her every move’ thing.”

“You’re perfect. The body, the confidence, the vibes—everything!”Sylus: “As her boyfriend, I agree!”

You’re way too beautiful to be single.”Sylus: “Good observation. She’s not.”

Exasperated but also entertained, you straddle Sylus’s lap, nuzzling into him like a cat. “Is the big, bad leader of Onychinus jealous of some strangers on the internet?”

“Not at all kitten. But I think it’s fair to warn them that my gains aren’t always necessarily in the gym.”

Tara holds her phone up as she captures you demonstrating how to effectively use a punching. You perform some basic karate moves, the slaps of your hands and feet kicking the bag filling the gym at the Hunter’s Association.

“Wow! These comments are so nice!” Tara encourages you as you wipe sweat from your brow.

“Are they?”

“Yeah! This one lady is saying you’re inspiring her to workout again! Another one says your arms look so sleek and toned! AND!” Tara practically squeals with delight. “This one guy is asking if you do personal training sessions!”

Tara giggles and winks at you. “Maybe you should quit your job and become a fitness instructor instead!” As she continues to film you, more comments flood the inbox, some questions, others compliments.

“This is the hot hunter I was telling you about! And he’s tagging his friend!” Tara can barely control her enthusiasm. You’re trending everywhere are #hothunter!”

“Who’s calling her a hot hunter?” Out of nowhere, Xavier steps in leaning over Tara’s shoulder to watch the screen. His eyes darken at the comments.

“Xavier!” Tara quickly puts the phone away, looking shocked. “I wasn’t expecting you to turn up.”

“Who’s calling her a hot hunter?” Xavier repeats. His tone is light but you can see the beginnings of a threatening spirit starting to take hold of him.

“No one! Just…some random person on the internet, it’s nothing serious! I mean, as her boyfriend, you have nothing to worry about!” Tara rambles, clearly sensing the ominous cloud hanging over Xavier’s head. Xavier reaches out to angle the phone and reads the influx of new comments. Tara glances over at you awkwardly, unable to break free from Xavier’s grip.

After a long moment, Xavier releases the phone and then walks over to the punching bag you’d been demonstrating on. More pings resonate from the phone as more comments come on the screen. “Don’t stop now,” Xavier prompts Tara who looks apprehensive. “Please. Tell me what they’re saying.”

You look at Xavier tentatively and reach out to hold his hand. “Xavier. It’s just people on the internet posting comments. Everyone hopes for engagement nowadays right?”

Xavier doesn’t reply and continues to fix Tara with a stern look. Swallowing, she reads a few comments. “Who’s the guy that just walked in? He’s hot.” She glances nervously at Xavier.

“Continue.”

“Is the new guy a hunter? Is he the hot hunter’s boyfriend? Is Mr. Hunter going to show us some workout moves too?”

“Hmm.” Xavier considers, then looks directly into the camera. “Greetings everyone. To answer your questions, yes, I’m a hunter too. I’m the hot hunter’s mission partner and boyfriend.” Your cheeks heat up and you push Xavier, trying to get him to cool off.

“I do have a move I’d like to show everyone watching.” Xavier continues to speak, unfazed by your subtle gestures for him to stop. He catches your hand and gently leads you away from the punching bag. He withdraws his hunter’s sword from its sheath, and it gleams under the lights as he does so.

“Hunters are trained to disarm threats as quickly as possible. Advanced weapons like my sword here are very effective.” Swiftly, Xavier raises his arm, and in one neat swipe, cleaves the punching bag into 2. Stuffing falls like cottony blood from the tear. Xavier brandishes his sword at the phone.

“That’s what happens when I try to protect my girlfriend. Pretty cool huh?” There’s a smile on Xavier’s face that’s charming, yet somehow menacing at the same time. For a brief second, the comments section goes silent. Then it starts bursting with fresh words.

“I want him as a boyfriend! So possessive I love it! Can Mr. Hunter possibly make more videos with the hot hunter?” You read them in your head and sigh.

“Well Xavier, you’ll probably be trending this week as #mrhunter.” You let out a startled gasp as Xavier firmly grips your upper arm and leads you away from the gym.

“Good. The fewer eyes on you the better.”

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honeyluvender · 5 months ago

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Xavier: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

MC: I wake up at 6:30 AM.

Xavier: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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honeyluvender · 6 months ago

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Love and Deepspace x Reader Requests Open!

Who I write for: All the romanceable characters at the moment!

RULES:

- please tell me which character(s) you’d like the story and/or HC to be about.

- please give me your pronouns!

What I write:

- SFW and NSFW

- Fluff

- Angst

- Threesomes

- Kinks (though there are some I won’t write for. Please feel free to DM me before sending in your request).

- Softcore NSFW

What I don’t write:

- Incest

- Abuse

- Cheating

- Underage

- SA

- Torture

If there’s a certain plot you’d like please let me know! I try to make my stories as inclusive as possible! If you have any questions feel free to DM me!

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honeyluvender · 6 months ago

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Hello, I hope you’re doing well. Is it alright if I request gn reader/farmer and Eiland romantic confession whether it is one or the other doing it is up to you.

Thank you and I hope you have the loveliest of lovely day’s and everyday beyond!

Piece of Cake

Rating: E Farmer: Nonbinary Word Count: 4k Requests: Open

SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE SHOOTING STAR EVENT!!!

Things had been…different between you and Eiland ever since the Shooting Star Festival. You’d noticed a few simple changes, but your mind and heart were conflicted. Had he accepted the star brooch, an item rumored to be given to one you’re romantically interested in? Yes, but maybe he wanted to view it with a friend. Did he emotionally open up to you that night? Also yes, but you’ve grown close since you’ve moved to Mistria! But he walked you home afterwards instead of parting ways, a silence that was surprisingly enjoyable after the fact he’d laid out his heart in a way for you to see. His fears and thoughts.

But that’s okay, because friends are open with each other about their inner thoughts! Right?

You groaned at the thought, the sheep’s head beneath your hand nudging at it and letting out a whine. The sound snapped you back to reality, as the animal demanded more affection. With a quick apology, which you’re sure it ignored, you continued to check in on the animals in the barn. Your mind had been in a bit of a fog since that night. Drifting to the days after, when you’d approach the archeologist, his face growing warm as you spoke with him. Had he always blushed around you?

Well, it was warm outside, the fall making a slow shift from warm to cool weather. Thus, he did spend most of his time as of late in the heat.

Your face flushed at the thought. Usually, you are so busy during the summer taking care of your farm that you rarely visited the archeology site due to being worn out by the end of the day. With the intense heat your crops demanded more attention. You wanted to make sure the animals stayed cool, and the request board always seemed full of a resident needing some form of help. Thus, by the end of the day you wanted nothing more than to take a relaxing bath and jump into the awaiting comfort of your bed.

Again, you were pulled from your thoughts by an irritated cluck this time by one of your chickens. The smaller animals circulated you, one even pecking at your work boots demanding to be let out. Quickly, you opened the small door on the side of the coop and rushed out to ring the bell. Within minutes the yard was full of animals, happily grazing and soaking up the sun. You found one of the few trees you’d left up to reside under, watching as the animals played and jumped around. Though it was still in the early morning hours, the sun was already being relentless. You could feel the sweat beading on the nape of your neck, but the shade of the tree helped. A gentle fall breeze also blew through the farm, causing a sigh of relief to escape you.

With a bit of peace your mind, sadly, began to wander again. Did Eiland have shade like this at the site? Well, he and Errol did have the tent, and the site was surrounded by trees. But when did Eiland exactly take a break? Maybe he would go to the museum nearby and rest for a while? Doubtful, he’d been rather persistent in making a few new discoveries. He seemed even more fired up after your talk on the mountain.

The silence was deafening as you were left alone with your thoughts. You’d summoned a spell today to water your crops before checking out the town’s request board. Surprisingly, empty. Not even a simple request from the children wanting an insect or a frog. Mistria quickly climbed the ranks within two years, sitting pretty on the emerald rank. Thus, maybe it shouldn’t surprise you that such demanding requests had dwindled. Glancing around, your eyes scanned your farm. Maybe you could plant a few more items? Possibly, but with the weather finally cooling down you could also start building new furniture for your home.

Again though, the weather wouldn’t cool down till the evening, and even then, you’d barely have enough sunlight to work. Maybe visit the mines? No, Juniper was still trying to translate the latest tablet you found, and the last thing you wanted was to battle some monsters. You blinked. A bath at the Bathhouse sounded lovely.

When was the last time you’d taken a day for yourself? Soaked in the Bathhouse, had tea with Celine, visited Adeline or even checked in at the inn besides on Friday nights? You sighed, maybe this was a sign that you needed to take the rest of the day easy.

Standing, you groaned, your body now demanding a relaxing bath at Junipers. Giving the animals and farm one more glance over, you rushed to your home for a fresh pair of clothes, placing them inside a bag before rushing to the Bathhouse. The residents were as cheerful as ever, Balor making a comment that he hadn’t seen you in a while, and Reina stopping you for a quick chat. She seemed excited that you were finally taking a break, even insisting you stop by after your bath for a meal at the inn.

Your stomach growled at the thought of Reina’s food, happily accepting a nice meal from the young woman.

Luckily, you’d only been stopped two more times on your way to Junipers. Once by Valen requesting you come in for a check-up soon, and then by March. Poor guy was flushing when speaking to you, not surprising, the heat at the forge left just about anyone warm in the face. When you stepped inside, you found Juniper working by her cauldron.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Mistria’s favorite little farmer. Come to try one of my latest concoctions? I guess word has been getting around that I’m working on something new. No need to be embarrassed, I am the best at what I do. And you are my favorite little guinea pig, so I guess I’ll be kind and let you taste test.” She laughed in amusement.

You couldn’t help but give a strained laugh, “Actually, I’m here to use one of my free baths,” You confessed. Juniper froze, her smile dropping and raising a brow.

“Are you being serious right now?” The sorceress asked, clearly unamused. She watched as you shifted from foot to foot, giving an awkward nod of confirmation. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. “Fine, just check in and go inside. Nobodies in there so you’ll have it all to yourself.” Juniper grumbled, turning her attention back to her cauldron.

Happily, you rushed into the bath, soaking up the quiet and allowing the water to ease your aching body. You’d almost dozed off, but Junipers voice calling out to ask if you were alive or had drowned caused you to shoot up. Checking the clock on the wall it seemed nearly an hour had passed since you’d stepped into the comforting waters. As much as you’d love to continue soaking up the waters healing properties, your stomach demanded food.

Thus, within the next few minutes you were dressed and walking out. “Don’t be a stranger you know! There’s always plenty for you to taste test!” Juniper called after you as you headed towards the door. You gave a quick confirmation that you’d return sometime later to help her test her latest concoction, which she seemed pleased enough with.

The inn had yet to fill up for lunch, only a few patrons sitting at the tables and enjoying Reinas cooking. You’d taken a spot at the bar, Reina rushing over to grab your order and starting on it as her parents stopped by to check in on you. By the time your food had arrived, more patrons had begun to flood in. Adeline was unsurprisingly one of the last to file in, no doubt having been running around town checking on rations and the residents. She took the spot beside you, and to your surprise, moved her chair closer.

“It’s nice to see you out and about today, I heard you’re taking a bit of a break,” Adeline started, a smile stretching across her face. “I was supposed to meet Eiland here for lunch, but it seems he’s a bit more busy than usual at the site today.” She gave a long drawn-out sigh. You’d only hesitated for a moment in taking a bite of your food, Eilands name causing a quick pause. Adeline bit the inside of her cheek at this, trying to bite back her ever-growing smile.

Instead, she picked up the tea that had been placed in front of her and took a small sip. “He hasn’t been the same since your night together at the Shooting Star Festival. He’s seemed more determined than ever to unlock more of Mistrias history. And not just that, Eiland can’t seem to keep your name out of his mouth,” She pink haired woman gave a fake sigh of concern, closing her eyes to feed into the illusion. Slowly, she opened an eye, staring intensely as you continued to focus on your meal, though she made note of your face warming up.

Adeline shot a look at Reina, the girl giggling in amusement as she quickly made her way over to drop off her friends’ food. “Adelines right, he hasn’t been coming by the inn as much. Usually, he and Errol stopped by for lunch, or he comes to join Adeline, but the poor guys been spending so much time at the site it’s concerning,” Reina glanced at her friends, putting on her own look of concern, “Please tell me he’s at least eating well at night and getting plenty of rest.” She cooed.

You’d finally stopped eating, caving into the temptation to stare at your friends, who both held looks of concern. “Oh, you know him when he sets his mind to something, it’s all he can think and talk about.” The town’s leader gave a pout.

In reality, Eiland was doing fine. Making it home in time for dinner though a little more tired than usual. The family would sit around the table and talk happily about their day. Though it had become a bit of a pass time to fluster her young brother with the sheer mention of you. Both she and their aunt would giggle as his face became flushed, listening as he’d go on a rant about how helpful you are around the town, to the museum. Why, the list went on and on with him.

“Perhaps you should stop by and bring him lunch? I can make something quick.” Reina suggested to Adeline, knowing already that the food was already wrapped up and secure for the taking.

Her purple eyes sparkled with gratitude, “Oh Reina, that would be lovely. However, I have so much paperwork to do back at the house that must be finished by the end of the day,” Adeline gave a long sigh, “Oh how the list goes on and on. I must write back to mother and father, I need to meet with Balor about incoming goods for this winter, and new requests from the King are rumored to arrive soon.” She spewed her list of activities. Which honestly was just a normal day for her.

It was Reinas turn to up the dramatics. Placing a hand over her heart, “Oh Adeline, you simply work yourself to the bone,” Not a lie, but she wasn’t going to call her friend out saying that she actually enjoyed all the paperwork. “Perhaps I could send the kids out to take it next time they’re around. Oh, but that may be awhile. I saw them leave with Celine a while ago to go check out the flora by the eastern road. So, it may be a while till they come back.”

Nervously, you played with the food on your plate as you listened to them try and figure out who the food could be taken by. Finally, you caved.

“I’ll do it,” You insisted, your face warming up even more as their eyes turned to you. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to see Eiland, so it’ll be nice to catch up.”

Adeline and Reina perked up, smiling brightly at you, which caused you to sink back a bit. “Oh (Y/N), you’re such a gem! Eiland would LOVE that, wouldn’t you say Reina?” Adeline quickly turned towards the cook, the other girl quickly nodding in agreement.

“Oh, most definitely! Here, I’ll wrap up your food to go as well so you two can eat together!” Reina declared, taking your plate without a second thought to prepare it to go. Slowly you blinked, fork still in hand with a bite left. Adelines mood seemed to have shifted quickly, almost as if she was trying not to bounce in her seat with excitement. So, to keep herself calm, she continued to sip on her tea and shift to a different partner of conversation, Josephine coming up to ask how her day was going.

Quicker than you had expected, you were out the door with a neatly wrapped bundle in your hands. Reina and Adeline were quick to wave you off, telling you to take your time and not to rush back. Thus, you started the journey to the excavation site.

As you started the walk, you’d considered stopping by the museum to check there first. However, you had caught Errol on the way out, the man confirming that Eiland wasn’t inside. That’d he’d headed out just a bit ago to pick up some notes he’d forgotten at the site.

Once you were there, the first place you checked was the hole on the excavation site. Empty. However, the sound of mumbling and rustling from the tent was a quick give away on the young mans location. Making your way over, you peered inside. Eiland was sitting at a desk, looking over a few notes and scribbling on various pieces of paper, correcting theories and mapping out the next location to check. His sleeves were rolled up with dirt upon his clothes. His hair was a bit messier from no doubt digging earlier as well.

The site at you biting the inside of your cheek, the pink haired man too engrossed in his work to realize you were even there. Deciding you may have been standing there a bit too long, you decided to make yourself known before he could catch you staring. Even as you stepped in, keeping your footsteps light as you crept behind him, he didn’t budge from his current spot. Curiously, you peaked over his shoulder. “Whatcha workin’ on?” You asked.

Eiland nearly jumped from his seat at the sudden voice against his ear. However, he did let a few stray pieces of paper fly off his desk. Quickly turning around, his face warmed up at realizing how close you were.

“I wasn’t expecting guests today,” He confessed shyly, giving you a kind smile as the shock wore off.

You smiled back, feeling your own face heat up, “Well, I heard you’ve been quite busy, so upon request I was asked to bring you lunch. And well, they wrapped mine up as well, so I guess we could have lunch together if you’re free,” You held the wrapped containers of food up to prove you hadn’t come empty handed.

His eyes widened in surprise, gratefully taking the bagged containers from you. “You shouldn’t have, you’re already busy enough, I hate someone added this to your list.” He sighed, though he was grateful. He unwrapped the containers, placing them upon his desk. Eiland took note of the partially eaten one, handing it to you, before taking out whatever it was that the requester had sent him. No doubt it was either his sister or aunt Elsie. He blinked in surprise though at the final container within the bag. His mouth watered at the sight of the chocolate cake.

Quickly though, it was gone before he could reach in and grab it himself. He looked like a sad puppy as he watched you hold the cake out of reach. Honestly, you almost caved at the sight, but bit back your feelings for a moment. “I wasn’t exactly busy today, so it wasn’t a problem. Besides, lunch first and then cake.” You declared, having to turn your attention away.

Eiland sighed, letting you win this time. Standing, he quickly found an extra seat and cleared off the rest of his desk so you’d both have somewhere to eat. The next few minutes passed with aimless chatter, catching up on the past few days you’d barely gotten to see of each other. Eiland asked about the farm and requests you had been receiving. He seemed to perk up at the mention that requests had dwindled now with the towns rank being emerald. He commented that you deserved the rest and that it was about time you took some time for yourself.

This caused you to faulter, putting your finished container of food to the side. The motion caused Eiland to pause, asking if everything was alright. “It’s fine, just that I was told that ever since the Shooting Star Festival you’ve been spending more time at work. You’re not overworking yourself, are you?” The look of concern upon your face made Eilands heart melt.

Why were you so sweet?

He chuckled, “No no, I’m fine. I’ve mostly just been reviewing notes and back tracking locations. Had a few meetings with Juniper about the tablet from the mines, but besides that nothing different.” Eiland insisted, placing his own container to the side. Noticing that you still looked a bit on edge, he was nervous but reached his hand out to grasp yours.

Both yours faces seemed to heat up at the action, and his heart fluttered when you didn’t pull away. “I promise, I’m doing fine. Now how about joining me in eating this cake before I have to return back to work? I’ll even let you have the first bite.” He asked, grabbing the piece of cake you’d placed beside yourself. You gave a small smile in return and a dramatic sigh, stating that if he insisted you guess you must.

Checking the wrapping for extra silverware you shouldn’t have been surprised to find only one fork. No doubt Reina had expected just Eiland to enjoy the sweet treat. She probably assumed once you’d finished eating you’d leave. You took the silverware and handed it to Eiland, “Looks like it’s all yours, only one fork was packed.” Your words caused the archeologist to pause, his look of excitement falling.

“Well, that won’t do, let me see if I have a spare around here.” He declared, preparing to stand and search the tent for a possible utensil. However, he was stopped by your hand on his arm, gently guiding him back down to his seat.

“Come on, it’s fine. The cake was meant for you anyways. You deserve a sweet treat.” You insisted, sliding the piece of cake towards him. However Eiland didn’t reach for it. Did this mean you’d be leaving? Sure, it was getting a bit late and you’d probably like to check on your animals. But the selfish side of him desired your company a little while longer.

Swallowing his embarrassment he quickly spoke, not allowing you any time to get up to leave, “We can share it.”

The tent fell silent as you blinked at him owlishly.

Was it just you or was the tent feeling warmer?

He grabbed the fork, cutting into the rich chocolate before extending the bite out to you. “I don’t mind sharing, if that’s okay with you.” Eiland confessed. He way praying to the Gods above, that you wouldn’t notice how his hand was beginning to shake due to his nerves. Jeez he really mucked this up. What an intimate thing to ask! Eating from the same fork where your lips would be touching. Would that be considered an indirect kiss? No no, he was overthinking it! Him and his friends share food most of the time. However, usually they have their own utensils-.

Purple eyes widened as they stared into yours, his breath hitching as he watched your lips find the fork. His hand finally steadied when your lips met the silver, sliding the piece of chocolate cake from its surface and into your mouth. You chewed on the dessert happily, humming in delight. You could never say no to any dessert made by Reina. She was truly a master chef. You moaned in delight, “Thank you for sharing, it really is good. Guess it’s your turn for a bite.” You reached out, slipping your hand into Eilands to gently take the fork from him.

Eiland felt like he could melt.

He continued to stare at your face, ignoring as you cut into the cake, cutting him a decent bite before extending it towards his lips. “Okay, open up.” You gently tapped the edge of the fork against his bottom lip. His eyes were wide, staring intensely at your smiling face. No doubt you enjoyed teasing him like this. Though he wasn’t exactly the bold and flirty type, two could play this game.

Gently grasping your wrist, he opened his mouth and closed it over the fork. Your body tensed, a shudder running through your spine at the feeling of his calloused hand upon your skin.

Once he was done chewing, he followed your lead, slipping his hand into your own and taking the fork from you. Thus began the back and forth of feeding each other. The silence became more heated till the cake was gone.

By the end of it, the two of you were staring at each other intensely.

You were the first to break the silence, shifting your eyes away. “Thank you for sharing with me. I know it was hard to not eat it all by yourself,” You joked to try and cut the tension. Eilands hand slipped into yours, the one that once held the fork.

“I’d share anything sweet with you. You make everything taste sweeter.” He confessed. Eiland seemed too tense as he processed the words that just left his mouth. What was going on with him? He was prepared to pull his hand away, but he felt yours tightened around it. You were smiling, face flushed from his random declaration.

“I’d like that. Maybe we could share something sweet again soon? You could come over Saturday and help me make a pumpkin pie? I just grew a fresh batch of pumpkins.” Your voice trailed off as the two of you stared intensely at one another. It felt like time had stopped as you continued to stare, second ticking away like hours that you never wanted to end.

Slowly, you started to lean in, and you felt as if your heart was about to pound out of your chest as Eiland did the same.

You could feel his warm breath on your lips once he was close enough-

“Eiland, you won’t believe what Celine and the children found near- oh my, am I interrupting something?” Errol burst through the tents opening excitedly. However, he came to a quick halt as you both jumped back from each other, Eilands chair landing on the ground in surprise. Your faces felt as if they were on fire.

“Um, no, I was uh, just leaving!” You declared, grabbing the empty container to return to the inn. Eilands face dropped as he watched you pack everything up, his heart aching at the thought of your sudden departure. Errol nervously rubbed at the back of his neck, guilt etched onto his older features.

He coughed, the awkward tension becoming a bit suffocating within the confined space. “Um, when you’re finished here, feel free to find me at the Museum. I’ll be waiting, just take your time.” He waved the two of you off before rushing out of the tent and away from the site.

The silence continued to grow, along with the warmth on your faces. Eiland silently helped you pack up and led you towards the tents entrance. “I’m sorry about that, he’s used to it just being me here.” He sighed, appreciating the cool outside air as it seemed to help his face cool off.

You raised your free hand, insisting it was okay, nothing to worry about as if the two of your lips hadn’t been inches apart before the older man had interrupted. Eiland still seemed hesitant, a look of regret and embarrassment upon his handsome face. You truly hated seeing Eiland look so guilty. Maybe he regretted it? The thought caused a sharp pain within your chest.

You knew Eiland wasn’t a shallow person. But he was attractive, he could have anyone within Mistria if he put himself out there more. Hell, he could probably have anyone outside it as well.

Anxiously you began to worry your bottom lip, catching it between your teeth as you refused eye contact. Your thoughts were eating you alive.

Eiland stared, his breath hitching as he watched you chew at your lip. The lips he had been so close to kissing moments prior. Again, he took your free hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll see you this Saturday, correct?” He asked, his heart longing for reassurance, that you were just as desperate to see him again as he was you.

This seemed to snap you out of your trance. Your (E/C) eyes staring deep into his purple ones.

“Yeah, this Saturday is fine. Maybe after the vendors leave?” You suggested, your thoughts slowly easing away as the man before you rubbed your hand with his. He gave you a gentle smile, reassuring you that the time would be fine and after a moment of hesitation, slipped his hand from yours.

He watched as you turned away from him, carrying the containers with a bit of a pep in your step. For a while he stared as you started up the short hill towards the excavation sites entrance. He turned on his heels, ready to reenter the tent before coming to a stop. His face was warm as he pulled away, running up the hill and catching you before you could cross the fallen pillar.

“(Y/N!),” He called out, his body tensing as you whipped around quickly with a foot on the pillar. You stared at him in surprise, eyes wide and confused. “Saturday, it’s a date!” He declared. His body felt like it was going to explode with heat. He could feel the sweat beginning to form on the nape of his neck and his clothes felt tighter than before.

Your (E/C) eyes sparkled at his words and could feel heat forming on your cheeks.

You raised your hand, waving a final goodbye, “Saturday’s a date!” You called back to him before disappearing across the pillar and back towards the town, leaving the young man with a lovesick smile on his face.

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