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Patience is the Sweetest Spice

Caleb (Love and Deepspace) x You

MDNI 18+

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I watched Caleb as he prepared dinner for us, my eyes shamelessly trailing the movement of his arms, the way his shirt clung to his back. I sat there, wanting so badly to touch him.

“Caleb…” I whined.

He looked over at me with a smile. “What is it, pip-squeak? Don’t tell me you’re bored.”

I pouted, twirling my fingers on the countertop.

“Nooo,” I lied. “Are you almost done?”

He chuckled as he stirred the pot. “If you keep interruptin’ me, it’ll take longer.”

“Ughhh, fiiinneee.”

He laughed softly. “You’re such a brat, you know that? How about this—you be a good girl, and I’ll make sure you get a special treat. How’s that sound?”

“Deal.”

“You’ve been so patient,” Caleb says later, wiping the last of your plate clean with a crust of sourdough he made from scratch.

You’re still catching your breath from dinner. The risotto—creamy and perfectly tender—and those roasted vegetables that nearly made you emotional. He cooked like he had something to prove. He always does when he’s trying not to pounce.

You bite your lip, watching him chew thoughtfully. He glances at you, eyes darkening, softening.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, voice low.

You nod. “Of course I did. You made it.”

He chuckles, leaning one hip against the counter. “You always say that like I’m not working to impress you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t,” he murmurs, pushing off the counter and walking toward you. “You sat so still, too. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t sneak a bite. Just watched. Just waited.”

His voice drops an octave.

“You were so good for me.”

Your breath catches.

His fingers trail under your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, nose brushing yours. “I saw how bad you wanted to touch me earlier. But you didn’t. You waited.”

He kisses your jaw—slow, deliberate.

“Such a good girl…”

Your knees threaten to give out. His lips hover at your ear.

“Say it. Say you were good for me.”

“I—I was…”

“You were what?” His hand finds your waist, drawing you in like a tide.

“I was good for you…”

He inhales sharply, like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Damn right you were.”

And then his hands are beneath your thighs, lifting you onto the counter where dinner used to be. Your legs wrap around his waist. The counter is still warm. He’s warmer.

“I’m gonna take my time with you tonight,” he promises, kissing you deep and slow. “You earned that.”

Later, Caleb walks over and gently pulls out your chair. He kneels beside you, placing his head in your lap, breathing you in like he’s been starved.

“I’ve waited for this moment so long.”

His hand finds its way beneath your skirt, fingers dancing along your panty line. Your breath quickens; heat rises deep within. It takes everything you have to whisper:

“Ca—leb… what’s for dessert?”

He pauses, eyes meeting yours.

“You.”

In one fluid motion, Caleb lifts your legs over his shoulders and begins kissing your inner thighs, his mouth reverent, patient, worshipful.

“Let me taste you, baby girl.”

And he does—over and over again. His moans rise with yours, echoing through the quiet room. You both reach a peak together, but he never once asks for more. He gives it all to you.

“You taste so good.”

Before you can catch your breath, he sweeps you off to the bedroom. Another round. This time, he gives you every inch of himself—slow, deep, meaningful. You synchronize, again and again, until you can no longer tell where you end and he begins.

He was your beginning and ending. And you were his.

“We’ll stay like this,” he whispers against your skin, “and be this way forever.”

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Patience is the Sweetest Spice

Caleb (Love and Deepspace) x You

MDNI 18+

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I watched Caleb as he prepared dinner for us, my eyes shamelessly trailing the movement of his arms, the way his shirt clung to his back. I sat there, wanting so badly to touch him.

“Caleb…” I whined.

He looked over at me with a smile. “What is it, pip-squeak? Don’t tell me you’re bored.”

I pouted, twirling my fingers on the countertop.

“Nooo,” I lied. “Are you almost done?”

He chuckled as he stirred the pot. “If you keep interruptin’ me, it’ll take longer.”

“Ughhh, fiiinneee.”

He laughed softly. “You’re such a brat, you know that? How about this—you be a good girl, and I’ll make sure you get a special treat. How’s that sound?”

“Deal.”

“You’ve been so patient,” Caleb says later, wiping the last of your plate clean with a crust of sourdough he made from scratch.

You’re still catching your breath from dinner. The risotto—creamy and perfectly tender—and those roasted vegetables that nearly made you emotional. He cooked like he had something to prove. He always does when he’s trying not to pounce.

You bite your lip, watching him chew thoughtfully. He glances at you, eyes darkening, softening.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, voice low.

You nod. “Of course I did. You made it.”

He chuckles, leaning one hip against the counter. “You always say that like I’m not working to impress you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t,” he murmurs, pushing off the counter and walking toward you. “You sat so still, too. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t sneak a bite. Just watched. Just waited.”

His voice drops an octave.

“You were so good for me.”

Your breath catches.

His fingers trail under your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, nose brushing yours. “I saw how bad you wanted to touch me earlier. But you didn’t. You waited.”

He kisses your jaw—slow, deliberate.

“Such a good girl…”

Your knees threaten to give out. His lips hover at your ear.

“Say it. Say you were good for me.”

“I—I was…”

“You were what?” His hand finds your waist, drawing you in like a tide.

“I was good for you…”

He inhales sharply, like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Damn right you were.”

And then his hands are beneath your thighs, lifting you onto the counter where dinner used to be. Your legs wrap around his waist. The counter is still warm. He’s warmer.

“I’m gonna take my time with you tonight,” he promises, kissing you deep and slow. “You earned that.”

Later, Caleb walks over and gently pulls out your chair. He kneels beside you, placing his head in your lap, breathing you in like he’s been starved.

“I’ve waited for this moment so long.”

His hand finds its way beneath your skirt, fingers dancing along your panty line. Your breath quickens; heat rises deep within. It takes everything you have to whisper:

“Ca—leb… what’s for dessert?”

He pauses, eyes meeting yours.

“You.”

In one fluid motion, Caleb lifts your legs over his shoulders and begins kissing your inner thighs, his mouth reverent, patient, worshipful.

“Let me taste you, baby girl.”

And he does—over and over again. His moans rise with yours, echoing through the quiet room. You both reach a peak together, but he never once asks for more. He gives it all to you.

“You taste so good.”

Before you can catch your breath, he sweeps you off to the bedroom. Another round. This time, he gives you every inch of himself—slow, deep, meaningful. You synchronize, again and again, until you can no longer tell where you end and he begins.

He was your beginning and ending. And you were his.

“We’ll stay like this,” he whispers against your skin, “and be this way forever.”

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Patience is the Sweetest Spice

Caleb (Love and Deepspace) x You

MDNI 18+

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I watched Caleb as he prepared dinner for us, my eyes shamelessly trailing the movement of his arms, the way his shirt clung to his back. I sat there, wanting so badly to touch him.

“Caleb…” I whined.

He looked over at me with a smile. “What is it, pip-squeak? Don’t tell me you’re bored.”

I pouted, twirling my fingers on the countertop.

“Nooo,” I lied. “Are you almost done?”

He chuckled as he stirred the pot. “If you keep interruptin’ me, it’ll take longer.”

“Ughhh, fiiinneee.”

He laughed softly. “You’re such a brat, you know that? How about this—you be a good girl, and I’ll make sure you get a special treat. How’s that sound?”

“Deal.”

“You’ve been so patient,” Caleb says later, wiping the last of your plate clean with a crust of sourdough he made from scratch.

You’re still catching your breath from dinner. The risotto—creamy and perfectly tender—and those roasted vegetables that nearly made you emotional. He cooked like he had something to prove. He always does when he’s trying not to pounce.

You bite your lip, watching him chew thoughtfully. He glances at you, eyes darkening, softening.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, voice low.

You nod. “Of course I did. You made it.”

He chuckles, leaning one hip against the counter. “You always say that like I’m not working to impress you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t,” he murmurs, pushing off the counter and walking toward you. “You sat so still, too. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t sneak a bite. Just watched. Just waited.”

His voice drops an octave.

“You were so good for me.”

Your breath catches.

His fingers trail under your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, nose brushing yours. “I saw how bad you wanted to touch me earlier. But you didn’t. You waited.”

He kisses your jaw—slow, deliberate.

“Such a good girl…”

Your knees threaten to give out. His lips hover at your ear.

“Say it. Say you were good for me.”

“I—I was…”

“You were what?” His hand finds your waist, drawing you in like a tide.

“I was good for you…”

He inhales sharply, like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Damn right you were.”

And then his hands are beneath your thighs, lifting you onto the counter where dinner used to be. Your legs wrap around his waist. The counter is still warm. He’s warmer.

“I’m gonna take my time with you tonight,” he promises, kissing you deep and slow. “You earned that.”

Later, Caleb walks over and gently pulls out your chair. He kneels beside you, placing his head in your lap, breathing you in like he’s been starved.

“I’ve waited for this moment so long.”

His hand finds its way beneath your skirt, fingers dancing along your panty line. Your breath quickens; heat rises deep within. It takes everything you have to whisper:

“Ca—leb… what’s for dessert?”

He pauses, eyes meeting yours.

“You.”

In one fluid motion, Caleb lifts your legs over his shoulders and begins kissing your inner thighs, his mouth reverent, patient, worshipful.

“Let me taste you, baby girl.”

And he does—over and over again. His moans rise with yours, echoing through the quiet room. You both reach a peak together, but he never once asks for more. He gives it all to you.

“You taste so good.”

Before you can catch your breath, he sweeps you off to the bedroom. Another round. This time, he gives you every inch of himself—slow, deep, meaningful. You synchronize, again and again, until you can no longer tell where you end and he begins.

He was your beginning and ending. And you were his.

“We’ll stay like this,” he whispers against your skin, “and be this way forever.”

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KINKTOBER BG3 Romance- Gale’s Good Girl

Gale x You

Gale Dekarios x Fem Reader

TW: nsfw, smut, praise, gentle dom, virgin

Word Count: 1,584

Synopsis: Gale x Tav are officially married but you have a secret

MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT 18+ only

Tonight is your first official night as Mrs. Dekarios and you have waited for so long to be able to sit with Gale in this way. He looked immaculate, his wedding attire was far from being simplistic and he was even more dashing that night than you could remember.

Gale walks towards you wrapping his arms around your waist until he is standing behind you.

“Now that you are officially Mrs. Dekarios, how does it feel my love?” He presses his soft lips against the sensitive part of your neck sending electricity through your body. You close your eyes taking in every sensation.

“Mm, it feels nice. I can’t say how I expected to feel but this feels far better than anything I could conjure in my head. What about you Mr. Dekarios?”

“Oh, you need not ask, this exceeds even my idea of what it would be. Having you here, in this moment, is the best moment in my entire life. I wouldn’t have it or you any other way.”

Gale's hand moves from your waist towards your breast, brushing against your tender nipples and resting there for a moment before gently placing his hand under your chin.

“You are ravishing, my love. Standing before me, once a forbidden fruit, now mine to taste over and over again. May I?”

You spin around meeting his gaze. He palms the side of your face as he moves close enough for you to taste the air in his proximity. His lips inch closer to yours never diverting his gaze. He takes your mouth passionately into his. You taste the wine on his breath as if it is freshly poured as his tongue explores yours. You drink in every kiss like it’s your last. You both devour each other, only parting to come up for air. You both move to the nearby sofa but you have a moment of pause.

Breaking away you manage one word.

“Wait—”

His gaze searches yours but you hope he doesn’t find anything as you position yourself next to him on the couch.

“I must have gotten carried away--” Gale interjects before you can gather your thoughts. You sit up hurriedly.

“No— it’s just. Well—outside of our astral rendezvous, this is my first time ever—” Your checks flush as you think about how at your age you hadn’t yet broken your virginity in the physical form. Though the astral experience was everything, it still wasn’t this.

Gale’s eye widens as he realizes what you are saying through wine-induced thoughts. He reaches for you, drawing you onto his lap that sports his now-hardened cock.

“Your first time? Then—we’ll make sure to make it something to cherish, a memory that holds nothing but tenderness.” He tucks your hair behind your ear bringing you in and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You mean—you aren’t made?”

“Ha, mad? At you? Why would I be upset? I love you, and learning that doesn’t shift the ground beneath us, it only gives us more to stand on, my love.” Your heart warms hearing his response and how tender he is with you but it also sets a fire ablaze in the pit of your tummy that only Gale could put out.

“You truly are special, Gale Dekarios.” You hug his neck as he cups your ass in his hands. You never thought that Gale could be so touchy but without the netherese orb to keep him tame, he is able to fully unleash himself, and you both are looking forward to it.

“I meant it when I said I wanted this to be a cherished memory. You make me feel as if my heart could pour out all at once, but tonight is about you.”

He takes you into his arms gently laying you down on the couch. He hovers over you kissing your head and making his way down to your neck as he slowly removes one piece of clothing at a time. Once you are completely vulnerable he moves to your tenderly aching breast taking your supple nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his breath and the wetness of his tongue cause you to let out soft untamable moans. You feel your core aching as his free hand tickles its way down past your bikini line finding your center.

“Oh darling, you are a puddling mess for me, aren’t you?” His voice sends shockwaves through you causing you to melt into his hand.

“I will always be a mess, you Gale.” His breath hitches as he bites back his hunger for you.

“Let me taste what has been tempting me for so long.” His fingers still circling your swollen clit you manage to moan a small yes.

“Please, indulge yourself, my dear.” Gale moves down to his knees, planting kisses along the way.

He gently caresses your clit with his tongue. The sensation was new but most welcome and it sent you spiraling. Gale licked and sucked, flicking his tongue. You met him by grinding into his face begging for him to devour you, but he refused.

“You taste just as good as you look. You are such a wonderful girl for me.” He cooed at you.

“Take a deep breath, my love.” With those words, Gale stuck two fingers into your pulsating core. His mouth still affixed your clit. You ebbed and flowed as you felt yourself overflowing.

“That’s right. Keeping going baby, don’t stop. I can feel it you’re so close—just a little more.” Your pace picks up as you fuck his face relentlessly and he gobbles up every bit you as he thrusts into you over and over again. You feel your body contracting and your moans grow loud enough to wake the dead.

“Gale, I’m going to— baby, please don’t stop.” You moan involuntarily at this point as your body convulses.

“Good girl. You let go, just like I wanted. You look so perfect.” Gale kisses you before sliding his fingers out of your throbbing pussy. You watch him intently as he licks his fingers clean of your juices.

“I love how you feel, my love. I almost can’t wait to have more of you, more of this.” You smirk, “You don’t have to wait at all. I want you now.” Gale’s face turns redder than it’s ever been.

“My love, don’t feel like you have to’—” Before he could finish you were already pulling him on top of you.

“I want this with you Gale. I don’t want to wait. I want you to have me in every way you can think. I am yours.”

That fed something in Gale, causing him to unleash a side of him you would have never imagined.

"You do know I love you, right? Keep that in your mind, especially now, because I’m about to make sure you feel every bit of it."

You had seen him naked before but not in this way. Your heart pounded and your mouth salivated as you watched him eagerly disrobing. Without words he grabbed your thighs, pulling to the head of his length as it brushed against your moisture.

“Take a deep breath, my love, I don’t want any of this to cause you pain.” As you take a deep breath you feel the head of his penis parting your entrance, stretching you in ways his fingers couldn’t. You moan without thought as his length fills up your core. You feel him growing harder and thicker inside of you. He slowly fucks you caressing you and checking in to make sure you are okay but his body slowly goes into automatic mode as his strokes get deeper and more abrasive. You don’t mind because you love seeing him in such pleasure. He leans over you placing kisses on your forehead as he strokes deeper into your core. You both moan as he bites your earlobe and plants kisses on your neck. It’s not long until you feel yourself reaching your peak again.

“I’m almost there—Gale please—” You beg for him to help you finish

“Oh darling, that’s it, just a little further. You’re doing amazing, so close now—just let go, I’m cumming with you, baby.” His breathing grows coarse with yours as you both reach ecstasy together. His penis twitches inside you as if fills you to the brim causing you to continuously convulse.

Gale takes you a few more times before drawing a bath for you. He wasn’t nearly finished with you but after the third round you looked depleted and he knew it.

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” He picks you up cradling you in his arms. He places you down into the bath making sure not to splash too much. He kisses you again on the forehead as he sponges you down.

"You’re tired, aren’t you? Rest, love. You’ve done enough, and I’m going to take good care of you.” You watch as he lathers the soap and helps to bathe you. Once done he picks you up out of the tub and dries you off before putting on your sleepers. He carries you to your bed where he places you. Covering you and tucking you in. Before you close your eyes Gale whispers in your ear.

"You’ve been so perfect, my love, a symphony in motion. Good girl—now close your eyes and rest. I’ll take care of everything, and when you wake, my love for you will be there, constant and unwavering."

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Currently working on a story for Gale. Anyway here is my custom Gale. I’m in love with this look!

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Gale Story NSFW 18+

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Could I request Lucifer and his s/o cuddling in bed during a rainy day?

OB Lucifer x Reader

The rain tapped against the window in a soft, rhythmic tune. Almost like jazz. In the very distance there would be a rumble of thunder, like the incoming of percussion, but it stayed away as if not to ruin the afternoon.

Lucifer sat in his bed, reading. Listening to the rain, and the crackle of fireplace, and the soft sighs of [Y/N] sleeping beside him. They had been reading as well and dozed off a while ago beside him. Apparently too relaxed from the sound of rain and the fire, though he didn’t mind. Lucifer was glad they trusted him enough to let their guard down and fall asleep beside him. Comfortable enough to use his left side as a pillow, though his arm was getting a little numb.

Before [Y/N] he used to hate rainy days. Alone, and with the dark tears from the sky, his mind would often reflect on sadder times. The loss of his sister. The fall of his brothers by his own failings. Losing them, even though they all lived in the same house, as they moved further and further apart from one another. [Y/N] changed all that. Drawing them back in. Creating this new space where they could all be together again. He didn’t believe in miracles much after his fall, but [Y/N] coming was certainly one of them. To the point he had to wonder if his Father had anything to do with it.

[Y/N] shifted beside him, but did not wake, and Lucifer looked down at them. He’d seen real angels, been one, but none looked more angelic than they did right now.

He saved the place in his book and carefully shifted to curl up around [Y/N] and hold them while they slept, and they had a little bit of peace to themselves right now. He loved rainy days.

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Masterlist

18+ MDNI

Finished:

Halsin

Matt Rife

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Kinktober Post 2 - Waiting to Praise

Matt Rife x Fem Reader

TW: nsfw, smut, praise, size kink

Word Count: 2487

edited: Oct. 9

Synopsis: You are a PR Agent for Matt Rife but booking mixups leaves you two sharing a room.

You have been is agent for two years now, but this tour is really stressing you out. This press tour has been highly anticipated, and lots of people are responding well to Matt’s upcoming show. You have had your hands full and needed to unwind from all the stress today and the past few weeks of meetings. 

You and the rest of the team are staying in a rather nice hotel that has all the bells and whistles. You guys check in at the front desk and pick up your room keys. Everyone is there except for Matt, so he is still waiting for him when he does arrive. You head to the spa and decide to get a massage to help you relax. You know after this a long island would go a long way. 

———

You finally make your way upstairs to quickly change after your much-needed massage. You are going to the room to find your luggage already there, thanks to the concierge. You change into something more suitable for the hotel's bar and lounge before heading downstairs. You notice some extra luggage but make no fuss because you are completely famished and in dire need of that drink. You message a few coworkers to see if anyone else is willing to meet up. You find that everyone has prior engagements and leave it at that. A night of dining alone isn’t the worst thing. You’ve done it before and found nothing uncomfortable about it. 

——— 

The lounge is nice, and there are plenty of people there. This particular lounge is open to the public with an entrance that leads directly outside. You notice that there is a long line through the glass windows, but that might be usual for a place like this. You make your way to the bar and have a seat. The bartender approaches you.

“What are you having tonight, beautiful?” His eyes sparkle under the dimmly light chandelier and his smile almost makes your heart melt.

“A long island, please. And—a menu as well.” You say through a coy smile. 

You watch as he places a menu in front of you and few moments later your drink. You point out what you want to eat and turn to face the rest of the lounge. 

You notice some of your coworkers walking in and there he is. The man of the hour, the man of every hour, Matt Rife. He was literally every woman's fantasy and he fucking knew it. You had the pleasure of spending your days working for him and you got to know him more than most. It wasn’t ideal finding your client or boss to be sexy but it made the hard days that much harder. You watched as they walked over to a table you are sure they probably reserved. It was just the guys so you knew that you weren’t technically invited but it would have been nice.

Your attention goes back to the bartender who is placing your food on the table.

“He seems to have your attention.” He smiles coyly nodding his head towards the group of men and Matt. I look over at the group of men and notice Matt looking in our direction.

“Yeah, I work for him and wasn’t expecting to see my coworkers tonight.” The bartender rubs a glass between a towel and he looks at you with a raised brow.

“You work for the famous Matt Rife, must be a treat?” You chuckle as you scoop some of the food into your mouth. “Yeah, the only treat I get is this long island and a spa day.” You notice his eyes travel to someone who has just walked up beside you. Before you can turn your head to see who it is you hear that familiar voice. 

“It can’t be that bad can it, y/n?” Matt stands there with a playful look of shock on his face. You halfway spit out the food you just put in your mouth and reach for your drink to keep you from choking.

“No—of course not. I mean—it could be better.” Your eyes meet the bartender as he walks away to help another customer dick.

“Why are you here alone? You don’t want to join us?” You look passed Matt to see a bunch of the fellas over at the booth laughing and carrying on.

“I’m not sure that’s my scene.”

Matt looks back at the table full of knuckle-headed dudes and then back to you.

“Fair enough. Look, get what you want, drink however much you need, it’s on me tonight.” You lock eyes with him and feel your heart start to race. Has his eyes always been so fucking blue? 

“Hello?—”

“Yeah, thanks, Matt. I appreciate it.” A smirk appears on his face before he licks his lips. 

“Good girl. Enjoy yourself, yea?” He turns and walks away without another word. Glancing back a few times before he reaches the table.

Good girl? You thought as you watched him. It caused your heart to beat a little faster. You down your drink before taking it to the floor.

——

The night was young and the lounge was getting heated. Thanks to Matt you are on your third shot and have found some fine-ass guy to dance with. You look over at the table where Matt is every now and then and see that he is watching you. You try not to make a big deal about it, but it feels as if he is trying to look through you. You dance a little longer before deciding it’s enough, returning to the bar where you have made friends with the bartender. 

“Another round beautiful?” the bartender initiates but you wave him away.

“No thanks, I think I’m done.” You glance over at the table one last time to find that the guys are all gone. They probably went bar-hopping like usual. You grab your bag and head upstairs to your room. On the elevator ride you see how flush your cheeks are. You may have had a little too much to drink but your tolerance has doubled since working for Matt. The elevator arrives and you make your way to the room fumbling with the room key before finally opening the door. You stumble in and kick off your shoes at the door dropping your bag on the ground and stumble to the bathroom. You go in and wash off the sweat and then make your way towards the bedroom. The hotel room is a suite-style so it’s pretty spacious and you barely notice him when you walk into the living area.

———

“You don’t make it a habit to check your room before getting comfortable, do you kitten?” That familiar voice startles you again sending shivers down your spine. You are practically naked and there Matt is sitting in a chair glass in hand looking good as hell. You move to cover yourself with your hands to no avail.

“I— what are you doing in here?” You exclaim looking around to make sure you see your bags are there—and they are. 

“Looks like they made a mistake on the booking and gave you the wrong room key or the right one—being that there aren’t any other rooms available...” His mouth twists into a wicked smirk as he moves the edge of his chair. 

“I’m sure this is a mistake. I’ll go downstairs…” You turn around scrambling for any piece of material you can find to cover yourself but before you make it too far you feel Matt’s hand wrap around your waist. 

“No point, I already tried. This is our for the stay—well— at least for tonight. That won’t be a problem will it kitten?” You feel his rock-hard abs against your back and the heat emitting from him and it is enough to melt you where you are. You try to gather your thoughts but the alcohol is making it difficult to take your mind off your moistening center.

“What’s with the pet name? And I am an adult so it shouldn’t be.” You move away only to feel him tighten his grip and spin you around. 

“What—you don’t like being called kitten? Because I get the feeling you like far more than that.” You feel his fingers graze your back. You look into his eyes as he stares at you with wanting.

“I— don’t know what you are talking about Matt. I don’t mind pet names when it’s someone that isn’t my boss.” You move to get away from him again because you know if you were to allow yourself this pleasure, you’d probably regret it. You loved your job too much to fuck it up. 

Matt catches your wrist this time.

“I saw the way you looked at me at the bar. Be my kitten, y/n.” 

You walk towards him, “And how was I looking that makes you think I want to be your kitten?” Matt smiles looking towards the ground before looking at you.

“Those fuck me eyes are telling. I get the feeling you’d let me worship that beautiful body of yours, given the chance.” You feel a pool of heat radiate off your skin and your cheeks go flush. You have wanted this man inside you from the day you laid eyes on him but pushed the thought away.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Very obvious, kitten. I see you were a good girl, your tab shows you more than enjoyed yourself.” Matt strokes you hair moving it from your face. “You deserve a reward for being such a good kitten. Let me take care of you tonight.” His thumb traces your bottom lip as you feel him slightly open your mouth. 

“I--shouldn’t…” You start but before you can finish Matt presses his lips against yours taking the words right out of your mouth. 

“Just say the word kitten and I’m all yours.” You debate in your head for a moment.

“Use your words like a good kitten.” Matt encourages you. 

A rush takes over you as you feel his presence take you into overdrive. 

“I want you to fuck me, Matt.”

“I love it when you tell me what you want, kitten. Let me see that sexy body of yours.” He takes you a twirls you around before leading you to the couch. You watch as he takes off his pants and stalks over to you getting on his knees.

“Do you know how often I have dreamt of you? How often have I wished for a chance to lay next to you and embrace your beauty? God— you are so fucking perfect, y/n.”  He places his hands on your knees slowly moving them up your inner thigh planting small kisses as he goes. 

“Oh Kitten, you smell so fucking good. I bet you taste just as good. May I?” You look at him biting your lip. You shake your head up and down agreeing but Matt only stares.

“Use your words kitten. I want you hear you.”

You take a deep breath trying to keep yourself composed as you feel yourself melting at this every word. 

“Taste me, Matt.” Matt lets out a guttural growl before pushing his head between your thighs. As soon as his tongue makes contact with your wet center, a moan slips from your mouth as your lips part. He devours you in every way possible sending you into ecstasy. 

“You taste so good kitten.” He makes out between licks.

“You sound even better, kitten. Don’t be shy baby. Let it out.” His words rattle your soul and you feel him edging you towards no return.

“I’m about to cum—” You finally make out. Matt slows his movements and you look down to see his piercing blue eyes watching you.

“You go ahead and cum kitten. Show me how good of a girl you are.” He buries his face again licking and sucking on your tender nub. Your body starts to shutter and you feel Matt reposition.

“Oh yes, that’s daddy’s good girl. Cum for me kitten. I want it all over my fucking hand.” 

Your body convulses uncontrollably as he talks you to your peak and beyond.

“Fuck— you are so fucking sexy when you cum.”

Matt picks you up taking you to the bed where he lays you down on your back.  This time he removes his underwear revealing his hard and throbbing length. 

“May I?” He asks as he crawls atop you positioning himself between your legs.

You begin to shake your head but remember to use your words.

“Yes.” Matt’s eyes darken. “That’s yes, sir to you.” You smile as he kisses up your tummy and places kisses on your neck before taking your mouth in his. 

“Yes, sir.” You finally say between kisses. 

“You are so hot, you drive me crazy.” He takes parts of your warm center with his shaft before pushing himself inside your warmth. His breath hitches and his body shutters as he adjusts to this new sensation.

“You’re so wet for me aren’t you kitten? Fuck— you’re so tight.” He moves slowly at first taking it all in before picking up speed. He fucks you at a decent pace holding your hands above your head. He teases your lips with his tongue as he strokes you deeply. You feel his pace slow.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum.” 

You push him before he cums, taking his hard cock in your mouth. He loses his mind watching you in action. His eyes close and his mouth hangs open as he watches you take every inch of him in your mouth.

“Ohhh baby, you're so fucking incredible. You’re so fucking good baby.”

He moves in and out of your mouth and you feel his knees buckle under him.

“Kitten, I want to fill that pretty little mouth of yours.” His breathing gets heavy as he fucks your face. His legs quiver as you watch him nearing his ecstasy.

“I’m cuming kitten. Oh—fuck, suck my it like a good girl.” You feel him shudder as he releases a thick load into your mouth but you continue to suck until he can barely use his legs. 

“Such a good boy.”

“Am I?” Matt eyes you letting out a small chuckle. He reaches for your face kissing you softly before lifting you and taking you to the bathroom. 

“I’m so glad you decided to let me reward you. Now let me take care of you.”

He takes you into the shower, washing and worshipping your body. He plants kisses all over getting you riled up but never crossing the line even when you try.

“Aftercare is my specialty kitten. Let me take care of you.”

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Kinktober Halsin/ reader

This is my first fanfic smut and honestly, this is pretty tame for me.

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Synopsis: You and Halsin finally get to know each other better.

Word Count: 735

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Last night's sleep was almost nonexistent. Your mind wandered back to just earlier when your eyes locked with his. It was for only a sliver of a moment, but it sent chills down your spine. You are now finding it harder to sleep than the nights past. 

You sit up, noticing a sound coming from a nearby bush. You can see it moving as leaves fall from either side. Curiosity gets the best of you because before you even think about the danger it can pose, you are up, stalking your way toward the bush. What you find startles you. Sitting there in all his glory, you find Halsin tossing and turning against a bush in bear form. You look at him with soft eyes, wondering why he was there to be with you. You want to comfort him, but you are afraid you will startle him awake.  You watch him momentarily before conceding to the need to run your hands through his thick fur. It is only a second before his eyes turn light brown and he stares at you. Without a moment's notice, he transforms back to his human self. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” You step back, giving him space but he follows closely in front of you. “It’s—fine. I must have fallen asleep. Not my intention but I couldn’t rest and this is my usual spot to unwind.” You look at him in disbelief for a moment. Although you haven’t been in the grove for long, you realize that this is the first time you've seen him here.  “Never mind that you were tossing and turning— I was just trying to comfort you…” Halsin’s eyes flicker before he turns away, his cheeks growing visibly red.  “A dream— it was making me restless. I apologize if I disturbed you.”  “No need to apologize. I wasn’t resting much either. So much on my mind after all. You go closer to him as if to walk past but you quickly find yourself stopped. “You also—couldn’t sleep?” He cups your face in his massive hands, looking from eye to eye as if searching for the reason without words. “No— I suppose the day has stayed with me and sleep is eluding me.” You grab his hand, staring back into his eyes. “You were all I could think of.” You feel his hand tighten around your chin as his breath hitches for a moment.  “You don’t understand how glad I am to hear that. I—couldn’t—wouldn’t be able to sleep if I hadn’t gotten the chance to look you in the eyes and tell you how I felt.” He shifts his weight, pushing you gently against the tree. Using his index finger, her lifts your chin until your eyes meet. He is so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your forehead.  “You are someone I have longed for long after you have left. I did realize that I could feel this way about anyone, but when I look at you, it feels natural.” Halsin pulls you in closer, whispering against your lips. “It has been hard for me to contain myself around you.” His breath becomes heavy as his lips quiver against yours. “You are the fountain I wish to drink from until I am quenched. But I will only taste you if you’ll have me.” You bit your lip as you felt the heat rise off your skin. You push yourself into him, taking his lips into yours.  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Halsin.”  Halsin lets out a low growl as he whisps you off your feet and into your arms. He violently kisses you all over as if to consume you in your entirety. You relish in the feelings of bliss as he positions you on your feet while undressing you.  He is gentle but aggressive.  “I want you to take this off—now.” He growls low as he forces himself back, undressing as he watches you. Once your final garment is removed, he hoists you up, taking your round nipple into his mouth and letting his tongue roll over it. You let out small gasps. Before you know it, you feel his length parting and entering you. Waves of passion overtake you both, and for the rest of the night, you roll around amongst nature as Oak Father intended. 

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🌿 ♡ Halsin NSFW Headcanon Drabble ♡ 🌿

Pairing: Halsin x Reader (GN)

WC: ~600

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Smut. Mentions of marking, possessiveness, some fluffiness. Reader/Tav not described besides having soft skin.

A/N: I’ve been having major Halsin thots and had to get them on a page (hence the bulleted list). Enjoy, my fellow big Druid lovers. 😊

You are like nothing else he has ever experienced in his long life. 

He craves you, an insatiable hunger that burns his body from the inside out, and only you can tame that raging fire within him.

Your lips, your gentle touch, your sounds…

You are the rising sun, the soft glow of the moon, the peaceful breeze on a summer’s day, and life at the onset of spring.

Sometimes he wondered if he was a dead man walking, a specter of some sort, because being with you was heaven, or what he imagined it to be.

Halsin has to continuously control himself around you, at least while others are around.

When the camp was quiet and he had you all to himself, was when he could absolutely and utterly devour you, show you just how much he longs for you.

You let him lose control, wanting it, craving it yourself. 

You want to feel his fingers dig into your thighs, hear his louder and louder moans as you take more and more of him so, so willingly. 

When you are very much warmed up by his tongue and fingers, he finally fills you, sinking himself into you inch by inch, careful to never harm you and checking that it was never too much.

Halsin loves praising you, breathlessly comparing you to everything extraordinary and exquisite in nature and beyond.

His honeyed words spur you both on as his pace increases, the head of his cock caressing that spot so deep inside you it leaves you boneless and seeing galaxies.

You know he still holds back, the bear desperate to claw its way out, the primal urge raging under his skin as he pounds into you.

Halsin always wants your pleasure before his, making sure to get multiple orgasms out of you before he finishes. 

The way your body reacts, the way his name from your lips transforms from breathy whimpers to guttural moans of pure ecstasy is seared into his memories until the end of time, and that will still never be enough.

When you are finally spent, flushed and sweaty and thoroughly loved, is when Halsin takes what is his.

He loves flipping you on your stomach, gripping your thighs and pulling you up toward him, sinking into you with one thrust.

He mounts you, caging you in with his body, his bulging forearms on either side of your head, his lips at your ear, his broad chest pressing to your back.

You love it, feeling protected by him, encapsulated by everything that was Halsin.

The man, the bear, your lover, your mate. 

He is always able to get deeper in this angle, his fingers digging into the grass and dirt beneath you, his hot, growling breath on your neck as he finally loses his control.

Your soft body beneath him, the trust you have in him, the love in your eyes even as he fucks you relentlessly like a beast in heat, always brings him to his end, intense and blinding and all-consuming.

When you bask in the afterglow, Halsin carefully maneuvers you, checking you for any wounds he may have accidentally inflicted in the height of passion.

There’s usually a bruise or bite-mark or two, and you have to convince him it’s fine. 

You can tell he always feels bad after losing a bit of control, but part of him loves the fact that he’s able to see the marks on your body, reminding you and anyone else that you were his.

Then you lay in the grass, gazing up at the stars, your head on his chest.

He loves telling you stories about the constellations, and his deep timbre always lulls you into a peaceful sleep, with him following soon after, content in one another’s embrace.

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Longing

unrequited love MF Short and sweet

He was there, like he always was. Making sure that I was okay. His hands were so meticulous as he placed my hair away from my face, looking me deep into my eyes. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. In that moment, every small detail became momentous. The slight glint in his eye, the way his breath felt as he closed in, even the way the light got caught in his hair.

He was the best part of my day. Even if friendship was all we could offer each other. There was something about how effortless it was to talk with him and how a smile graced my face at the thought of him. Even if he never knew it, I would probably always feel as though he was the better half of me. At this distance, it would be a miracle to see the growth in what could have been but there was some comfort in that idea.

“Your my best friend”, [he] said. For a moment, my heart stopped and started again. I never wanted to disappear as much as I did in that moment. Did he know what he had just said was okay but still not. It wasn’t until “I love you,” came from his lips that I knew who he was to me. An I love you that greets you when you are hanging up the phone, but never meets you again. In solitude, I would find that the only comfort that came for me was the thought of him. No matter what shapes our friendship took, he had to be by my side, always.

In befriending him, I found the love of my life, but that love was more distant than I could ever imagine. Close enough to touch but too far to actually reach.

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SFW Chasing Shadows

"I saw her before, I'm sure of it. I don't really remember where, but I've seen her before. There she was, running through the woods, hiding behind every tree and peeking out to see me. She was beautiful in every way—from her curly, kinky hair to her deep, beautifully colored skin, and the beauty mark on her shoulder—she was perfect. But I don't know her name, and she doesn't know mine. For whatever reason, she meets me here. Time and time again, we meet without words, just her dancing with the wind in her hair and me seemingly chasing after her subtle movements."

I reached out my hand to help the words "Who are you?" But before those words could leave my tongue...

Ring, ring, ring...

The alarm clock went off, startling Eian out of his dream. This was the second time he had dreamt of this mystical girl but couldn’t understand why. Wiping his eyes, he got up and proceeded to get ready for work as usual. The apartment Eian lived in was far from homey; it was actually very lonely. Eian often used that as the reason he dreamt of this lady. Eian knew today would be a long day, knowing that this girl was all he would think about. Just like any other workday, Eian turned on the shower.

While in the shower, Eian let the water run through his slightly grown-out Afro. "Who are you? Who are you? Dang it, WHO ARE YOU?" Eian repeated to himself over and over again before finally leaving the thought to linger in the shower steam.

"As usual, I’m going to be late because of you!" a voice from the living room emerged.

"Please don’t tell me you're talking to yourself again, Eian? I think I’m going to have to get you checked out." A feminine voice chuckled through the hallway.

"Sunny, how in the hell did you get in here? You know you wouldn’t be late if you’d just go to work without me!" Eian yelled as he turned off the shower. Stepping out, Eian draped his towel around his waist. He wasn’t surprised she was there, but he was happy he brought his towel to the bathroom this time.

"Eian, Eian, Eian, someone has to look out for you; you're so careless these days, always daydreaming and whatnot. Plus, I don’t mind being late if it’s for a good cause. Now, can you please hurry up?"

"I don’t daydream, I’m just a deep thinker, is all. Why are you rushing me again? I thought you didn’t mind being late?"

"I don’t mind being late, but I have something I want to show you!"

"What could be so important that you had to come by here to show me before work?" Eian asked, stepping out into the hallway. He glanced down towards his bedroom, then towards the living room, where his eyes met with Sunny's.

"Uhm, I was going to show you my hair." Sunny said, trying to break her stare at Eian.

"You know what? I think I’m going to leave for work first. See you there?"

"What? You aren’t going anywhere, Sunny. You came over here to check on me; you could at least let me ride with you to work today," Eian said, smirking. He knew why Sunny had a sudden change of heart but couldn’t let her off easy for interrupting his shower.

"No, I think it would be best if we took separate cars. I have a lot of things to do after work," Sunny said, trying to gather her things quickly and make her way to the door.

"Let’s just carpool, Sunny! I mean, you’re already here, plus I want to see your hair." Eian was slowly coming up behind Sunny.

"You see, the thing is, Eian, I forgot I have to be at work early, and you aren’t even ready yet, so yeah, maybe next time?"

Sunny was almost out the door when she noticed her phone still on the table. She turned around, only to find Eian right in front of her, shirtless, with nothing but a towel hanging from his waist.

"Forgetting something?" Eian asked, semi-mocking her.

Sunny looked down at the phone and reached for it, but before she could grab it, the phone went flying out of her hand and onto the couch.

"Now let me see here," Eian said, turning Sunny’s head to face him so he could get a better look at her hair.

"Looks nice, but I’m sure it would look better down." Eian went to pull the hair tie from Sunny’s hair, but in a swift movement, Sunny snatched away and went towards her phone.

Eian couldn’t help but laugh at her. He knew he could drive her crazy, but not to this extent.

Sunny was a fairly pretty young lady. She was shorter than Eian but very well-rounded. He hadn’t looked at her in any way other than being annoying at times. But after that moment when they were looking at each other, he saw something more. Eian looked at Sunny as she knelt near the couch, holding her phone in her hands. He hadn’t ever really looked at her. He started to outline her body with his eyes. Her skin was a chocolate brown; her hair was about medium length, he guessed, since it was always kinky and pulled up in a ponytail. She wore glasses, had a nice bust size, and was in fairly good shape.

Sadly enough, Eian didn’t really know Sunny all that well. They had known each other for almost a year and were still merely acquaintances. She was like a lost puppy that followed him home from work one day. Sunny was a tad bit annoying at times, but he didn’t really mind because most of the time, she was some form of company. He continued to stare at her until she startled him.

"Eian, are you going to get ready or not? Because I could always just leave without you."

"Ahh, yeah, you know what? I think I’m just going to call in instead," Eian said as he walked back towards his bedroom.

"Eian, what the heck? You could have told me this. Now I’m going to be late for no reason." Just then, Sunny’s face lit up as if a clever idea had arisen.

"I got it! I’ll just skip work too and say I’m taking care of you, Eian!"

Eian stopped and looked over his shoulder, smirking at her, but she didn’t see him. "Just like a little puppy," Eian thought to himself. Slightly entertained, Eian turned around.

"Why would you do that? Who said I wanted you here anyway? It would probably be in your best interest to just leave, Sunny."

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NSFW Desire Unbound: Part 1 MMF

The air was heavy with warmth and languid humidity, accented further by the scents of blossoming flowers and earth after rain. Aria stood beneath the shade of an ancient oak tree, staring across the vast expanse of land dotted with small huts made from mud bricks and reeds, their roofs covered in hay. She couldn't help but feel an almost primordial connection to such simple structures, reminding her of how much human civilizations have evolved yet remained connected to our roots.

"It feels like stepping back into time," she whispered softly as her gaze swept over the landscape.

Jake leaned against one of the old trees beside them, sipping a cold glass of lemonade he had brought along during their walk around the village. "Well, I guess it makes sense we came here." He smiled wryly at her.

Aria nodded, taking another sip of her own drink which contained a mysterious concoction unique to these lands—a mixture of local fruits, sugarcane juice, and mint leaves.

The tangy sweetness melded perfectly with the warm summer breeze caressing her skin.

"So what should be our first step?" asked Jake cautiously. His eyes narrowed slightly; he knew something significant was happening within his best friend, though it wasn't entirely clear what.

Without looking away from the horizon, Aria took a deep breath, gathering courage and strength. "Let's find someone," she finally said. Her voice held determination tempered only slightly by trepidation.

Jake swallowed hard, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. He felt torn between being protective of their friendship and acknowledging Aria's desires. "Alright," he agreed reluctantly, "but let's make sure we do this right."

Their conversations became increasingly intimate and candid, revealing deeply concealed feelings and fantasies.

As they continued to discuss personal matters, their bond strengthened and matured to include aspects of trust they never thought possible.

"I don't know if this is too sudden," Aria admitted nervously, "but I think I want to explore more."

Jake paused, staring intently at Aria. He could see the uncertainty etched onto her face, making him realize just how difficult this conversation must have been for her. After all, they had known each other for as long as either of them could remember.

Even now, they share an unspoken connection that transcends mere friendship. When Jake looked into Aria's eyes, he saw past the physical beauty that captivated others; he saw beyond the surface, peering straight into her soul, understanding her fears, desires, hopes, and dreams.

"Of course, it might not work out," Aria added hastily, her tone defensive. "But I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I want to try."

Jake studied her carefully, considering his response.

He knew she wasn't asking for permission but wanted validation – assurance that her feelings were valid and deserved exploration. After all, they'd grown up together, and he understood better than anyone else how fiercely independent and stubborn Aria could be. Despite this, he couldn't shake off the unease gnawing at his gut. Yet, he also recognized the importance of supporting Aria in her journey, no matter where it led her.

"I can understand why you would want to pursue this path," he finally responded, choosing his words carefully.

"I'm glad you do." I really want this with you and if it isn't I don't think I will ever be able to live with myself."

"How does this work, Aria? I would do anything for you, you know that. I just want to see you peak over and over again."

Jake's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable dripping with intensity and meaning. Aria stared at him, her heart hammering in her chest, overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation. She knew there was no turning back once she gave him her answer. She also knew that whatever happened next, it would change things forever.

"Let's go to the lounge and explore. I'm sure we can find someone we like."

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