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STARS FADING BUT I LINGER ON, DEAR

PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader; dan feng x gn!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS. torture and imprisonment but nothing graphic or in detail!!

WORD COUNT. 5,332

SUMMARY. dan heng has been having dreams about you. they started off good—like a fairytale even. but soon he’s been getting the feeling something is wrong. you’re trapped and alone and can’t escape. dan heng wonders if his dreams are telling him something. and if they are…what is there for him to do?

SOF’S NOTE. *shoves this fic in everyone’s face* LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT MY BABY!! PLS LOVE IT AND TREASURE IT!!! CRADLE IT GENTLE IN UR HANDS!!!! okay on a more serious note ahdjkdkd thank u anon for this amazing request i absolutely adored writing this 🥺🫶 idk where all the flower symbolism and dreams came from bc ik its not the in req but yk what it spoke to me for this story so i rolled w it HDJSKD i hope y’all enjoy!! :>

“What are all those flowers for?” you giggled, watching as Dan Feng entered the room with a cart full of peonies in tow.

It looked a little ridiculous; the elegant and renowned Imbibitor Lunae wheeling around an absurd amount of white, pink, and red flowers. But Dan Feng never cared about pretenses when he was with you. He always felt comfortable enough to be himself, no matter how ridiculous it appeared.

As he approached, he held a small, blooming red peony out between his fingertips. “They’re for you, naturally.”

He brushed your hair aside and gently tucked the stem of the flower behind your ear, admiring how the deep red of the flower complimented your complexion.

“Beautiful.”

You looked down at your feet with a small chuckle before meeting his gaze again. “Thank you. You’re beautiful as well.”

“Thank you, my love,” said Dan Feng, his hand resting on your waist as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Do you like the flowers?”

You nodded, feeling the soft petals of the flower in your hair between your fingers as you stared at the bundles of peonies in the cart he brought in. Dan Feng walked over when he saw you staring and led you to each section of colors.

“These are pink—to show my affection for you.” He picked a flower and kissed the petals before bringing it to your mouth to reciprocate. You obliged with a giggle and he smiled and hid the scandalous flower in his sleeves. “These are white peonies, to let you know I’m always thinking of you.”

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the careful embroidery on the silken fabrics. “You’re always on my mind, too.”

“Good,” he jested. “As I should be.”

Without warning, he brought your body flush against his chest and captured your mouth with his own, softly tugging at your lower lip. You chased after his touch to give him a kiss of your own, but he soon pulled away with a teasing grin on his face.

You pouted. “Hey!”

“Patience, beloved,” said Dan Feng. “I still haven’t gotten to the last color.”

“Oh, my sincere apologies,” you said sarcastically, knowing he was the very reason he hadn’t finished his own speech. “Please, carry on.”

“Since you asked nicely.” He cupped your face and stroked the petals on the flower behind your ear. The sensation of his light fingers brushing against the soft flower petals tickled the skin around your ear and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “This flower is a red peony, to symbolize just how passionate I am for you.” Dan Heng stared into your eyes before he spoke. “I hope you know how much I love you, truly.”

“I know,” you said, gaze not once meeting his. Your stomach tightened and your heart started beating faster as you placed his warm hand on your chest. “I love you, Dan Feng. Every part of my being is yours.”

“And mine, yours.”

Dan Feng took your hand in his, leading you into your bed chambers. You had never felt more loved and wanted than in this moment. But when you entered the room and looked up, the hand you were holding was no longer Dan Feng’s.

Instead, your hand was clutching an iron bar instead of your lover’s hand, shackled in chains on your wrists and ankles. Dan Feng was gone and you were stuck in here for eternity.

You cried out, body racking with helpless sobs. Every fiber of your being—mind, body, spirit—missed him so much. The worst part wasn’t the torture, the solitary confinement, the lack of access to basic human needs.

No, that was nothing.

Nothing compared to knowing you would never see Dan Feng again.

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Dan Heng woke with a start, hair plastered to us forehead with sweat. His pillow and blanket were both strewn across the floor of the Archives and he found himself on his bed alone, a heavy pounding coming from the place where his heart should be. His heart hurt so much he wondered if it was even his.

He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to take a deep breath to calm himself down.

That was the third time this week Dan Heng had a dream like that.

Before, it wasn’t terribly uncommon for him to dream about your experiences with his past reincarnation. Dan Heng thought it was strange at first— Why is he dreaming of your memories rather than Dan Feng’s? But the Archives had no answer, so he was forced to accept the fact with mild curiosity as he grew accustomed to the untraditional visions that manifested as dreams that he has been having.

Still, the strange part wasn’t that he had dreams of you, the strange part was that recently, since the Astral Express left Luofu, Dan Heng has been getting bad dreams of you. Or, to be precise, he’s been experiencing bad memories you have gone through.

Dan Heng thought the torture was the worst of it. As cold blades cut against your warm skin, Dan Heng felt each push. Each puncture. Each drop of blood they drew from your veins. He woke up constantly in pain, checking his own body to be sure it wasn’t happening to him.

But he learned a new form of torture that came from the heart. The solitude and loneliness. The knowledge that the one you loved most has perished— Was forced to reincarnate and never see you again.

The pain on his body was temporary. But Dan Heng felt the ache in your soul every minute of every day.

He just doubted there was anything he could do to stop it.

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“Y/N,” came a quiet voice from outside the cell. “I came to check on you again.”

You looked up from your thin futon to meet Jing Yuan’s remorseful eyes. Your living conditions have been upgraded from those you’ve experienced for decades now. No longer were you in chains— You had access to a bath, and they even offered you books and enough food to sustain you. All while confined in a cell, of course.

Perhaps they no longer viewed you as a threat. Not that they should have ever viewed you as such in the first place. You didn’t understand why you were punished solely for being Dan Feng’s lover. You weren’t a warrior. You didn’t hold any position of power. You were a scholar and lover of books and plants. But you’re an accomplice, the Preceptors said as they mercilessly chained you up.

If you weren’t knocked into unconsciousness moments after, you would’ve spit at their faces as they took you away.

“Y/N…”

You snapped out of your thoughts, dragging your gaze to the man in front of your cell. Placing your book to the side, you smiled up at Jing Yuan. “Sorry about that. I was a little out of it there.”

Jing Yuan frowned and your heart moved, feeling the depth of his sadness. “No need to apologize. Tell me, how have you been?”

“Good, I have to say,” you said, sitting up straight on your bed. “I’m almost finished with the book you gave me last time.”

He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m glad.”

“Is something the matter?” you asked as you stood and walked over to him, offering a hand of comfort through the iron bars.

Jing Yuan took it, giving you a gentle squeeze before dropped your hand. The rush of human contact, despite how brief it was, coursed through you. It’s been so long since you felt the touch of another person.

“Dan Heng and his friends left the Xianzhou Luofu,” he said solemnly.

Your eyes shut as you let your forehead press against the cool metal of your cell. A tear fell down your cheek but a smile remained on your face. “That’s… That is good. He should be free from this place. Dan Heng is happiest that way, correct?”

“That is how it seems,” Jing Yuan sighed. He held back his words for a moment, hesitant. But as he looked at you, he could not longer keep it in. “Do you still think it was the right decision to not inform Dan Heng that you are here?”

You let out a quiet laugh, taking a seat on the floor and Jing Yuan soon followed suit. “What would he do with that information? What if he felt guilty—? That could hold him back.”

“Are you certain that is a choice for you to make?”

Sighing, you shook your head. It wasn’t your choice to make; it was Dan Heng’s. You knew that deep down inside. But what could you do when you were aware of Dan Heng’s aversion to his past—to any potential connection to Dan Feng? And thus, any connection to you?

You felt it, you dreamed about it. Dan Heng’s hatred for his past reincarnation. You mourned for them. Both Dan Feng and Dan Heng. For the former, you knew it must be hard having no connection to your reincarnation. Was his soul no longer tethered to this world? Perhaps he felt lost, even in the afterlife. For the latter, you did not blame any resentment that came from him. You knew all too well that being judged and punished based off the actions of another person was unjust. You wouldn’t wish it upon anybody.

And so, it made sense to you that Dan Heng wanted to accept his past for what it was, and then be free from it. You did not want to interfere with that. Especially not when he was so close to healing and making a good, happy life for himself.

And now, after Jing Yuan told you Dan Heng and his friends finished their adventures in the Xianzhou Luofu, excited to take on the rest of the galaxies, you thought that maybe you made the right choice. You would be happy enough here, alone in this prison, if you knew your beloved was free.

It was a decision you made yourself, for Dan Heng.

And it was one you hoped you wouldn’t regret.

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“Foolish! No!” Dan Heng thrashed in his sleep, wanting to reach out and shake you to your senses. He’s had terrible dream after terrible dream, but this was one he couldn’t simply let go of.

This one seemed more recent than any of the others. That was not a dream of a distant memory from long ago— No, the Astral Express that Jing Yuan spoke of in Dan Heng’s dream had only departed Xianzhou Luofu a few days ago now. That meant you were there, locked up right under his nose, for the entirety of his stay at the Luofu. And no one told him a thing.

Dan Heng had to control his fury. He felt hurt and betrayed, despite not having a true, personal connection with you himself. He wasn’t Dan Feng and, deep down, he recognized he didn’t have a claim to your thoughts, feelings, and emotions. But the pain he felt from knowing you were there, and that maybe, just maybe, he could’ve done something to help you sooner, was something Dan Heng couldn’t shake.

He knew what he had to do.

Perhaps it was bold, impulsive, and maybe dismissive of their current plans, but he had to do it. Dan Heng took a deep breath, not waiting for the night to turn into day. He was going to ask Pom-Pom to please turn this damn train around.

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“Where are they?”

Much to no one’s surprise, Jing Yuan seemed to know exactly what Dan Heng was talking about. What else could be important enough for Dan Heng to barge into the Seat of Divine Foresight without a word of warning?

Jing Yuan quickly excused the meeting he was holding, biding a quick apology and saying they would reconvene shortly. Despite the newfound privacy, he still didn’t reveal anything to Dan Heng.

“Well, good afternoon to you as well, Dan Heng—”

“Stop. There’s no time for formalities right now.” Dan Heng folded his arms, hands clutched into tight fists by his sides. “Where are the Preceptors keeping them? And why the hell haven’t you done anything to help Y/N?”

With a heavy sigh, Jing Yuan took a seat in his chair, gesturing Dan Heng to sit across from him. A gesture Dan Heng pointedly ignored. He wasn’t here to sit down and take his time. He wanted to know where you were now so he could get you out of there. The torture, the poor treatment, the punishment for something you didn’t do... It wasn’t fair. He could hardly put up with it in his dreams. He wondered how it was possible for you to even be surviving all this time.

“It may surprise to you here,” Jing Yuan stated, voice low, “but as much influence I have over Xianzhou, the Preceptors unfortunately remain untouched by that.”

Dan Heng’s grip loosened, momentarily feeling guilty for assuming Jing Yuan did not try to help you in any way. From what his dreams could see, Jing Yuan was one of the only people who frequently visited you— Which was already more than he could say for himself.

His face hardened but he relented. “I’m sorry for suggesting such a thing.”

Jing Yuan gave him a half-smile through hooded eyes. “If you hold any recollection of Dan Feng’s time with them, I don’t blame you for having such a severe reaction. Y/N was—is…remarkable.”

“I shouldn’t know that myself,” said Dan Heng quietly. “Yet somehow, I know you’re right.”

He looked at the ground solemnly, suddenly frightened that he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help you after all. If the Cloud Knight General Jing Yuan couldn’t influence the Preceptors, what could he do?

He shook the negative thoughts out of his head. Sure, Dan Heng wasn’t Jing Yuan, but he was the reincarnation of Dan Feng, the previous High Elder and Imbibitor Lunae. Dan Heng was the friend and ally of current High Elder Bailu. Dan Heng had the General backing him with a token of alliance. And Dan Heng would stop at nothing to free you from your shackles.

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The process was more painstaking than Dan Heng had originally thought. After informing Jing Yuan of his plan to speak to Bailu, Dan Heng soon realized that conversing with her would be the easiest part.

The Dragon Lady was kind and had a good heart. She cared for other people and didn’t want to see anyone in pain. The difficult part came from feeling the lack of respect the Preceptors had for her. They treated her as more of a child than a High Elder, even withholding her title of Imbibitor Lunae until they deemed she was “of age.” But Dan Heng thought she had more sense and knowledge than all of the Preceptors combined.

It took negotiations, possible acts of coercion that broke many Vidyadhara laws, and even the threat of Dan Heng to follow in his past life’s footsteps and destroy the seal at Scalegorge Waterscape and many more places… But Dan Heng, along with the assistance and backing of Bailu and Jing Yuan, finally got the Preceptors to agree to release you without forcing a reincarnation.

You had suffered decades for a crime you had no hand in committing. The Preceptors were simply scared your love for Dan Feng would influence you to be a main headpiece in carrying out the rebellion against the Xianzhou Luofu—hence why those in charge had originally agreed to keep you here. But Jing Yuan was the residing general now, and with his army at his side, he was able to voice that he no longer viewed imprisonment on this land to be befitting of you as a solid conclusion. Bailu stated, as a complete bluff that anyone could have seen right through, that if you were not released immediately and given the opportunity to be reconnected with Dan Heng, she would no longer be as willing to repair any seals, should they be harmed in the future.

Somehow, instead of all three of them getting locked up for treason or whatever Vidyadhara laws they horribly crossed, they managed to succeed in their goal of winning your freedom. The Preceptors wrote in their official records the release date of prisoner Y/N and agreed to escort one of them to your cell.

Jing Yuan and Bailu, of course, both opted for Dan Heng to be the person who sees you first. But only after making him promise they would get to see you once you settled into your new life.

Dan Heng smiled, thanking them for their part in this operation. And when night came, he spoke his vow to you under the endless stars.

He would see you soon. And this time, he would never let anything bad happen to you again.

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“More peonies?” you asked with a laugh, staring in awe at the field of flowers that were newly planted on the grounds of your estate. The bright colors of the petals flushed against the dark green of the leaves lined the gardens of your grand quarters.

Dan Feng nodded, the trimmings on his sleeves detailed with the faint embroidery of petals dancing around the wind. Your heart warmed when you saw it. It was fitting for him, such a beautiful and caring soul.

“I had them planted for you,” he said, gesturing at the arrangement around you. He smiled, his eyes glinting. “Because one cartful just wasn’t enough.”

You shook your head as you went around the rows of peonies, touching the petals in awe of the spring bloom in the air. The smell was sweet and the wind was cool, providing the right amount of breeze to offset the heat of the sun. First, you went to the patch of white peonies, then pink, then red. Then, you noticed a shade Dan Feng hadn’t given to you before.

“Yellow peonies?” you said curiously, Dan Feng following along as you explored the gardens fit for royalty. Because, he had said before, to him, you were.

“Indeed.” He plucked one from the bush, careful not to ruin the stem of the plant itself. Slowly, he brought it up against the light in the sky. “Yellow. As radiant as the sun.”

You stared up, shading your eyes as to not get blinded by the brightness. “It shines almost as brightly as you.”

Dan Feng made a noise of amusement at your words. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

“Perhaps you should speak faster,” you teased.

You walked over to him, placing your hand in his and leading him to a field of grass. When you got to an area you liked, you sat down on the floor, gesturing for him to follow suit. Dan Feng brushed at the fabric of his clothes once before happily obliging. As you sat there, you looked over at Dan Feng and studied the look of serenity on his face. His expression was calm, his eyes were soft and the corners of his mouth tilted ever so slightly into a smile. In the hand that was not holding yours, he held the yellow peony still in hand.

“Does it symbolize anything? Like the others?”

He nodded. “Yellow peonies are rare to come by. Only the most renowned of breeders can craft one to the perfect shade.”

At his words, you looked back at the abundant row of yellow peonies dressing your land. You wondered how much effort he went through in searching for the perfect shade to gift you.

“They’re to symbolize my wishes for you,” stated Dan Feng, toying with the edge of a petal with his thumb. “I wish to bestow upon you luck and prosperity, for the rest of your life.”

“I think I’ve used all the luck I possibly could, finding someone like you,” you giggled, bumping your shoulder against his before leaning your head on it. Dan Feng breathed deeply, resting his head on top of yours. “And the only prosperity I wish for is to be prosperous in love. With you.”

He laughed, a deep rumble vibrating against your body. “So, all your wishes of luck and prosperity have already come true? What need was there for me to gift you these flowers, then?”

You held your palm out, waiting for Dan Feng to place the yellow peony at its center. He gently laid it there, letting his fingers linger against your skin.

“I’m glad you gifted me these,” you reassured him. “Now, when I walk by, they will always serve as a reminder of the radiant peony right in front of me.”

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The next morning, Dan Heng entered the dark corridor with a flower tucked into a hidden pocket of his outer garments.

While he was nervous about how you might react to him going against your wishes that you expressed to Jing Yuan, his determination to assure your freedom was more than enough to counteract that. If Dan Heng truly wanted to be freed of his past and atone for the wrongdoings of Dan Feng, he would need to make sure no one else was being punished for his actions.

He had helped repair the Ambrosial Arbor’s seal at Scalegeorge Waterscape, to atone for Dan Feng’s acts against the current High Elder and all of the Luofu Vidyadhara. Now, he would release you from decades of unjust punishment you suffered simply for being associated with him.

“Y/N, you have a visitor,” one of the Preceptors said dryly, unlocking a cell. The hooded man could hardly hide the look of distaste on his face a before he rolled his eyes and walked away. “I’m sure you two must have plenty to catch up on. Leave here quickly before we change our minds.”

Dan Heng peered into the entrance, his gaze meeting your confused and alarmed face in an instant.

You looked between Dan Heng and the open cell, not a Preceptor in sight. “Is this a test?”

He shook his head, showing you the official pardon signed by Bailu, Jing Yuan, and a representative of the Preceptors. You held the document in your hands, reading its contents and feeling the seal to believe it’s legitimacy, before giving it back to him. He felt your hands tremble as you made brief contact with his and he was overcome with the urge to comfort you.

“This isn’t a test,” he promised, looking into your eyes in hopes you would see the truth in them. “You really are free from here.”

You let out an amused noise of disbelief, shaking your head. “Oh, Dan Heng… What did you do?”

He startled at the sound of his name coming from your lips. He was so accustomed to you only repeating Dan Feng over and over in his dreams that this felt almost refreshing.

“Rather, what did Jing Yuan do?” you corrected, laughing quietly as you stood up from your seated position. Your robes, once beautifully crafted, were worn and tattered. But the light in your eyes never waned. “I told him not to tell you.”

“He didn’t,” said Dan Heng. He considered his statement before adding, “I suppose eventually he did confirm it, but I was the one who confronted him about it.”

You raised a curious brow. “And how, pray tell, did you know about this…situation?”

“From my dreams.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. For once, you were speechless.

“I know it’s more normal to have dreams about your past reincarnation,” he stated, neatly folding the document in his hands before sliding it away into his pocket. “But, while I occasionally had dreams of Dan Feng’s life—bad ones normally, might I add—it’s been more common to have dreams of you.”

With a slow and shaky breath, you shut your eyes to think. “You’d had dreams of Dan Feng’s memories of me, do you mean?”

He shook his head. “No. They’re dreams of your memories. Some included your moments with Dan Feng from long ago, yes. Others were you in this prison. A recent one was of Jing Yuan visiting you and in it you said not to tell me about this.”

You chuckled helplessly. “What good did that do, after all?”

“Why didn’t you want me to know? Why didn’t you want me to help you?”

“It wasn’t that!” you protested, your eyes telling stories your words could not keep up with. You sighed. “Okay, it was.”

Dan Heng let out a sharp breath.

“However, it’s not for the reasons you might be thinking,” you corrected, arms folded over your chest. “I’ve come to accept my life being imprisoned here. It’s given me a lot of time to think and reflect. And, similar to you, I’ve occasionally had dreams of you, Dan Heng.”

He tilted his head to the side.

“They weren’t long nor were they frequent. But what I have gathered from them, scarce as they were, is you resent Dan Feng. You don’t want any ties to your past. And you’ve accomplished so much growth and closure, finally freeing yourself from all that burdened you. What good would it be to drag you back here and make you relive this?”

“You sound ridiculous.”

His words were harsh and it stopped you right in your tracks. You stared at him, eyes wide as they peered into his, but he couldn’t let that stop the words of logic from coming out of his mouth.

“You’re not a saint nor are you a martyr. You don’t have to try to be one. You’re a person, and for that you should be free in your own right. You’re a Vidyadhara, trapped and punished for actions that were not your own. I understand what you’ve been through— I’ve been there, too.” Dan Heng held his hand out to you from outside your prison cell, waiting for you to walk out and accept it. “Furthermore, you are a kind and loving soul, and you don’t deserve to spend a single moment in this place. Please, accept my help.”

Your cheeks were wet as you nodded your head. Slowly, you placed your cold, shaky hand in his. He felt your cool skin against his warm one and he enveloped your hands gently, brushing your knuckles with his thumb to share the heat in his body.

“I’ve wanted to get out of here so badly,” you admitted through silent tears. “I hated being confined and alone. I felt helpless. Pathetic.” He watched with a heavy heart as you wiped your own tears away. Could he reach out and do it for you instead? He chastised himself. As much as he wanted to, he had no right. “But you suffered so much in your past life—in this life even. I didn’t want to cause you any more pain.”

Dan Heng shook his head. “What brings me the most pain is knowing you were suffering for so long, and I didn’t help you.”

“How could you help when you didn’t know?” you reasoned with a sad smile. “I’m sorry for making Jing Yuan promise to never let you know.”

His eyes squeezed shut as a sharp pang ran through his heart. “Please. Please promise me you won’t do something like that again. If you need me, I want to be there for you. Always.”

You gaze widened at his words before you recollected yourself.

Dan Heng winced as he understood what he said. His mind and soul were confused. He knew he wasn’t Dan Feng, that this was the first moment he has ever had with you. But why does he feel like he’s known you forever?

After a few moments of silence, as if you were giving him time to amend what he said, you finally spoke. “Okay. I promise.”

He felt every muscle in his body relax at those words. He knew the promise you spoke was true to your heart. Dan Heng believed it with all his being and he let that console him.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

With one of your hands still in his, he slowly led you out of the corridor and up the stairs, away from your cold and dark prison.

“What are you going to do now that you’re free?” Dan Heng asked, hating himself for hoping your future plans would somehow include keeping in touch with him. “Will you…stay on the Luofu?”

Your body tensed as a shiver went down your spine. You shook your head fervently as your expression twisted into one of grief. Dan Heng’s heart stirred at the sight. He knew that feeling all too well, and it pained him knowing you had similar conflicts to go through. “No, that’s the last thing I want to do. I won’t stay here. At least not now.”

“I understand.”

You gave him a weak, but hopeful smile as he squeezed your hand softly.

“And you?” you wondered, looking at him with thoughtful and eyes as you awaited his response.

“I’m going to the Astral Express to continue on with our adventures,” he said with his lips upturned. “It’s a great place to call home, especially when you’ve lost the only place you had once called home.” He stared at you for a moment. “If you would like to join us—join me—I think you would very much enjoy it.”

You teared up at his offer. “Can you really just invite people like that?”

Dan Heng briefly thought of the girl they picked us as an icicle and the boy who they found with no knowledge of the past. He considered your situation. “Yes, we really can.”

The sunlight from outside finally started shining through the walkway, signaling that you were almost out as a freed person.

“Also,” he said, before he could forget, “I, myself, would want you to come join our crew, even if it’s only for a little while. You can stay for as long as you want, and leave whenever you want as well.”

Your ears perked up at that. “I like the sound of that. If the Astral Express will have me, then I would love to join.”

Dan Heng smiled as he patted the top of your head. Your body relaxed at his touch as you leaned into him, and he continued to hold onto you as you approached the exit. “No one will threaten your freedom ever again. That is my oath to you.”

You started at him, brows furrowed in determination. “And I vow the same to you. These new beginnings will bring only freedom and prosperity.”

At that word, Dan Heng suddenly remembered the small gift he brought for you. He blushed as he felt the soft petals of the peony in his large pocket.

“I have something for you,” he said, slowly stopping in his tracks. He turned towards you and you followed suit, tilting your head to the side in question. “It’s nothing big. But it’s a token. A reminder.”

He held out the peony in one hand, watching as your eyes lit up at the sight of it. Your mouth widened as you let out a noise of laughter, accepting his gift and holding it close to your chest.

“Thank you, Dan Heng,” you said, tears of happiness filling your eyes. “I love it.”

It wasn’t yellow— He wasn’t the bright and radiant Dan Feng you knew and loved. It wasn’t red or pink, even. While he felt traces of love and attraction for you from his past memories, he knew in his heart that wasn’t really him developing those feelings for you.

Instead, it was a white peony.

You were always in his thoughts. It was both a blank slate, and a gentle reminder. He would never forget you, and as he got to experience life with you, who knew what dashes of color would be mixed in next with this pearly white.

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Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed. [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: {DH1} set during Bill and Fleur’s wedding. No mentions of War or Voldy.

Summary: Weddings always bring out the best in people, but you hadn’t expected it to bring out something else entirely within Fred.

Warnings: SMUT. P in v sex, oral sex both male and female receiving, Role-play, illusions to choking, Fred has a wife kink? Innocence kink. Strong cursing. Mentions that reader has curves and large breasts. Established relationship. Talk of marriage.

"Oh Molly you look beautiful," you say as you step into the kitchen, seeing your boyfriend's mum all dolled up ready for her eldest son's wedding. You had been upstairs getting ready with the bride and the rest of the bridesmaids, finishing your hair and makeup when you remembered that Fleur's fascinator was still in the box on the kitchen table.

The men had been tasked with setting up the marquee outside and had been essentially banished from the house as the women got ready, with strict warnings from Molly to not mess about, those warnings no doubt pointedly aimed at Fred and George.

"Oh thank you dear," she says blushing as she fusses with a piece of her hair, flustered by the compliment.

She was wearing a long green and turquoise patterned dress with flowing sleeves, a little satin waistband and a ruffled pattern on her right shoulder that resembled a flower. Her signature red hair had been curled with one section pinned back and decorated with a beautiful antique hair brooch and her makeup complimented her look perfectly.

"It's so nice to be all dressed up," she giggles as she waved her wand slightly, the plates of food on the counter becoming magically wrapped by a covering to keep the food fresh. You smile at her, nodding your head to agree as you spot the box from the table, choosing to spend a little time with Molly before retreating back upstairs.

"I wish it were you and Fred getting married today," she says with a sigh, looking out the window towards the Weasley men, and Harry, who are all trying to erect the tent. Your chest swells as you spot Fred looking so handsome in his suit, minus the blazer jacket, his golden waistcoat glimmering in the sun as he concentrates on the spot he's lifting with his wand.

"Molly," you playfully scold, knowing exactly what she meant by that. She gives you a little look where she pretends to be contrite for just a moment before scrunching her nose up and shrugging.

Fleur was not her first choice of daughter in law as she'd admitted to you more than once that she found her bossy and rude and had questioned the longevity of their relationship as she believed they were rushing into things, that the physical attraction between them was the most prominent reason why they were together.

Truthfully, you quite liked Fleur. She could be a little off handed with some of her comments, a little too quick to say what she thought rather than consider the effect of her words but you always thought it could be because of her having to mentally translate before speaking English. You couldn't deny that she had not made clever moves to try and impress Mr and Mrs Weasley and had inadvertently criticised their home, the family and Molly's favourite singer, Celestina Warbeck, all in the same sentence. If you hadn't been so protective of the Weasley family, you'd probably had actually found it impressive that she'd managed to offend nearly everyone in the household in less than two minutes.

You'd met during your sixth year at Hogwarts when the triwizard tournament had taken place and had become good friends with her and two of her Beauxton schoolmates Colette and Clemence, both of whom were also bridesmaids.

"I'm just saying," Molly says with a little knowing smirk. "I can't wait to have you as my daughter."

"Then you'll have to talk to your son," you quipped, casting one last look back outside to where the men were still trying to get the tent up straight, seeing even from afar that Fred's tongue had slipped out to rest in his bottom lip, something he did when he was concentrating hard.

"Believe me I will," she says with a smile, reaching out to pat your shoulder before walking over to the sink to busy herself.

You grab the box with Fleur's fascinator in and return back upstairs to finish getting the bride ready. Once Fleur was ready, you quickly changed into your bridesmaid's dress, each of you helping zip the others up before smoothing out your curled hair in front of the mirror.

The dress was a beautiful grey silk with a blue undertone that clung to every one of your curves, perfectly tailored to your body. Each dress was just slightly different but all had the same structure and little cape over the shoulders that was reminiscent of their Beauxbaton school uniform, a little ode to their magical roots.

"Fred will die when he sees you in that," Colette says as she appears behind you in the mirror, a smile tugging at her glossy lips as she looks at you. Her accent never failed to make you smile, hearing her try to pronounce 'Fred' in such a thick, French accent was always a little humorous to you.

"Oh hush," you say, casting one last glance at your body, smoothing out any lines in the silk.

You had to admit that you did feel incredibly sexy in the dress, though it was still modest in principle, it definitely showcased your features splendidly. Your breasts were considerably fuller than the other girls who all had slim figures and small breasts whereas you had a more hourglass figure that was openly showcased in the dress, something you knew Fred would enjoy greatly. You'd had to make adjustments to the cups of the dress multiple times in fittings as your breasts didn't fit in the same style as the others and so with a little ingenuity from the tailors, they'd adapted your dress to hold your chest a little better.

You checked the time and saw that there was still half an hour to go before the ceremony was due to begin and so you began to clear away the makeup and beauty stuff that littered the room.

Fleur's mother knocked on the door a little while later and you decided to leave them for a private moment, just Fleur, Gabrielle and their mother.

You passed Ginny as you walked down the stairs, seeing her eyebrows shoot up as she looked at you. Ginny had not been a bridesmaid, on account of her dislike for the bride. Bill hadn't been offended and truthfully neither had Fleur but you still felt a bit of guilt at being a bridesmaid at her own brothers wedding when she wasn't.

"Has Fred seen you yet?" She asks, walking in her dressing gown towards her room.

"No? Hello by the way," you replied, a little confused by her smirk but instead of replying she simply giggled and slipped through the door of her bedroom.

You hadn't expected to see anyone except Molly downstairs, knowing that the boys had been banished, but when you reached the kitchen it wasn't Molly that you saw leaning against the counter. Fred.

He was facing away from you, reading the paper from what you could see, his hip resting on the counter as he leaned down, looking devastatingly handsome, even from behind.

"What do you think?" You asked quietly, creeping into the kitchen. You didn't miss his little jump of surprise, which made you bite back a smile as he turned towards you, smirking already as it he was already planning a snarky reply.

The second he turned and saw you, his mouth opened on its own accord, jaw dropping, seeing him freeze as he openly gawked at you. You had to bite back a laugh at his reaction, seeing that it was even better than you'd hoped.

"I," he began to say before clearing his throat, his fingers doing an involuntary dance at his sides as his eyes take over you, before fixing his gaze to your breasts. "I think it's illegal to look hotter than the bride on her wedding day."

You laugh and watch as he seems to bounce back to usual, though his gaze linger a little longer on your curves before he reaches out to you. You place your hand in his and he pulls you gently towards him, delicately placing his arms around you as to not crease your dress.

"Ah, lipstick," you say, pulling away from him as he tries to kiss you, making him frown and pout at your denial of a kiss. "I promise you can mess it up after the ceremony." His eyes a little as he shoots a wicked smirk at you, his hands wandering over the soft fabric of your dress, running his hands over the curve of your waist.

"You look so beautiful," he says, smiling down at you. Even with your heels, he still towers over you with his height.

"And you look very handsome," you replied, reaching up to push his hair back from his face as you smile at each other.

"Well don't you look nice," George says, interrupting your moment, walking in with his bandage wrapped tightly around his head.

You turn and smile at him as Fred grumbles under his breath for his twin ruining the moment.

"How are you feeling Georgie?" You ask, looking at him with concern, even though it had been nearly five days since he received the unfortunate curse, you were still worried about his pain levels and him in general.

"Stable enough to walk down the aisle with you," he winks, earning another grumble from Fred. He'd been overwhelmingly annoyed at not being able to walk with you down the aisle even though he was also a groomsman but Molly had insisted on the fact, knowing it was both tradition and superstition that unmarried couples should never walk down the aisle together. Fred had instead been paired with Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister, whilst you were paired with George, a rather unfair deal he had stated.

"I better get back," you said, your gaze flickering to the stairs, knowing that you needed to get Fleur ready for the ceremony.

"I love you," Fred says, a surprisingly sentimental tone to his voice that made you pause, his hand now holding yours as he looks at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"I love you more," you say teasingly, slowly pulling away from him as you climb the stairs once more to help the bride.

The ceremony was beautiful and the newlyweds looked utterly joyful and in love, with smiles all around. You could feel Fred's eyes on you at multiple times during the ceremony and each time without fail he would either wink at you or smile sarcastically sweetly, trying to break up the formality of the situation.

At the reception, you'd been carrying out your role as bridesmaid flawlessly, helping with gifts, chatting to guests and even helping Fleur go to the toilet in her elaborate, poofy dress. When you returned to the marquee, you could see Fred and Molly chatting in the corner and so you took a seat next to George at the table, resting your head on his shoulder as the early morning and demand of the day began catching up with you.

"Tired, maid of the bride?" George joked as he shifted down a little in his seat so that you would be able to rest your head on his shoulder without straining. You simply nodded in reply, closing your eyes for just a moment before opening them and looking around the room at everyone you loved, all of whom enjoying themselves.

"Mind if I steal my girl?" A familiar voice asks from behind you and you can't help but smile as you lift your head from George's shoulder and look up to find Fred with his hand outstretched, ready to steal you away. You place your hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor as a slow song begins to play.

"This is familiar, eh princess?" He smirks, taking your waist in his other hand as he pulls you close. "I thought nothing would ever top your Yule ball dress but you always manage to surprise me." You smile up at him and can't help but study his gorgeous features, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world in that moment. Memories of the Yule ball danced in your mind, Fred's long hair, your glittering dress and the fun you had that night making a smile erupt on your face.

"You know, when we get married I hope there's none of this crap," he says, looking around at the slightly overdone decorations, curtesy of Fleur's imagination and her father's wallet.

"When?" You asked, a little teasing smile tugging at your lips, "that's a little presumptuous don't you think Weasley?" He smirks, spinning you gently in his arms before pulling you back into his chest, holding you even closer.

"Princess I've been calling you my future wife since the moment we first met, ask George," he chuckles slightly, still rocking you in his arms. "There's no one else I would ever want to call my wife."

You smiled up at him and reached up to press a kiss to his lips in the middle of the dance floor, not caring once bit about the mass of people around you. He kisses you back immediately, also unfazed by the people around you as you sink completely into the moment, just the feel of Fred around you and the sound of the music in the background.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He says dreamily, his hand stroking the spot on your waist where it resides.

"Not in the last hour," you tease with a smile.

"Then I must apologise, a woman as beautiful as you deserves to be told constantly."

"I think you're drunk," you say with a blush at his words and he chuckles whilst shaking his head.

"Just in love," he replies giving you a look of utter adoration that takes your breath away.

You dance for a little while with Fred before George steals you away for a dance, then Bill and then Arthur. You laugh as Arthur twirls you around, seeing Fred doing the same to Ginny not too far away from you. You'd never felt more loved and included than you did in that moment, feeling like a Weasley already. Fred eventually steals you back from his dad as a more rambunctious song comes on and you dance wildly around the dance floor between both the twins, no longer caring about holding your composure or ruining your dress as you fling your arms about, jumping around with the younger guests.

You couldn't help but tease Fred as the night carries on, dancing a little more provocatively as the upbeat music continues, swinging your hips as you dance. You lightly grind against him acting as if it was an accident at first but he soon realises exactly what you're doing, his hands coming up to grip your hips hard as he stands behind you and leans down to talk in your ear so you'd hear him over the music.

"I know what you're doing princess," he says breathily in your ear, pressing his crotch tightly to your backside. Apparently your little deviant plan was working as you felt his semi-excited member pressed against you which made you smirk.

You soon around and Fred immediately places his arms around you, caging you into his body.

"Want to sneak away?" You said quietly with a little devilish smirk as you flirt with him, "you know, I won't be able to get out of this dress all by myself."

"Let's go princess," he says with a little smirk, patting your bum twice before taking your hand and leading you out of the tent back towards the house. You looked around you, checking that no one was watching but it all truthfulness you couldn't care less.

The house was still deserted when you entered, with all the other family members and guests still partying outside. Fred stopped at the base of the stairs as you began to bunch up the bottom of your dress to climb the mountain of stairs and suddenly lurched at you, picking you up bridal style earning a little surprised squeak from you and a chuckle from him.

He attempted to kiss you whilst you were in his arms and ascending the stairs but you quickly put an end to it, knowing that he'd most likely bang your head on one of the many wooden banisters or worse due to being distracted. As soon as you stepped through the door to his and George's room, he slammed the door shut with his leg, still carrying you as he went to throw you on the bed, briefly muttering a silencing charm before he turns his attention back to you. He wasted no time and crawled on top of you, pausing only briefly to take in the sight of you all dressed up and sprawled out on his bed before he captured you in a delicious kiss.

The kiss deepened immediately with Fred's tongue swiping at your lip, his hands already running over your curves, teasing both himself and you as he puts off touching you in the places you desperately want him to. His kisses begin to extend down your neck, towards your collarbones as you heave out a calming breath, already feeling wonderfully overwhelmed by the sensations. He kisses over your clothes breasts and a flick switches in you, needing to feel his lips everywhere without obstruction. He apparently feels exactly the same and begins fumbling at the little zipper on the side of the dress.

You untie the little cape and let that open wide, waiting for Fred to do the last little clasp which you knew he'd enjoy. You reach for his hand and pull it towards the little clasp in between your breasts which he opens in no time, watching as your naked breasts spill out of the dress, not having been able to wear a bra all day. He curses under his breath as he looks at your bare breasts and you take the time to slide the rest of the fabric down your torso so that you're left in just your lace panties.

"Godric you're beautiful," he says more to himself than anything as he looks over your body before his gaze flicks up to you and he smiles before diving it for another kiss. His hand that he isn't bearing weight on comes up to massage and toy with your breasts and you can't help but run your fingers through his hair, trying to get his mouth where you want it. He senses what you want and immediately begins feasting on your tits, licking and sucking as your sensitive nipples which had you gasping and writhing almost immediately.

You begin pulling as his collar, desperate to get him naked too as you push him, flipping him over so that he was lay flat on the bed. You crawl to straddle him and you don't miss the glimmer in his eyes as your almost naked body climbs over his, breasts swaying as you begin to suck at his neck, making him moan.

You pop open the buttons on his collar, pulling off his tie and open up each individual button, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin as you make your way down his torso, thankful that he'd taken off his jacket and waistcoat earlier in the night. You almost ripped the shirt off him as soon as the last button was done and you ran your fingers over his gorgeous chest and shoulders, running down his stomach until you reached his little happy trail.

You moved down on the bed so that you were face to face with his crotch and began opening the fastenings of his trousers, pulling them over his hips and down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers, the outline of his impressive length clearly visible. You placed a kiss to his cock through his underwear and heard him groan, knowing he was watching your every move.

You looked up at him and saw his intense gaze, making you smirk as you tugged at the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his excited length springing out and falling onto his lower belly as you tug away the underwear, discarding them across the room. The sight of him bare before you, his perfect cock already hard and leaking was enough to make your mouth water and you couldn't help but lean down and press a few fluttering kisses along his length, feeling it twitch against your lips in excitement.

Maintaining eye contact with Fred, you gave him your sexiest look and leant down further to take his cock into your mouth, licking all the way around the sensitive tip as you tasted him. He groaned and shoved his head back against the bed at the sensation as you took more and more of him into your mouth, running your tongue along the veined underside of his cock to extend his pleasure. As you began to bob slowly on his cock, you were rewarded with loud groans and curses of your name from Fred, his cock only hardening further in your mouth.

"Godric princess, your mouth is fucking perfect," he groans in bliss.

Your hand came up to support your ministrations as you began to pump the few inches you weren't sucking, running your hands over his balls and giving them a very gentle tug like he liked, all of which making him writhe and groan.

"Princess, get up here," he says, suddenly reaching his hand out for you. You kisses his tip one last time before crawling up his body, his hands immediately reaching for you as he pulls you into him, one hand cupping your jaw as he pulls you in for a sinful kiss.

"Merlin," he says, pulling away as he runs a hand over his face, "you have no idea what these little white panties are doing to me."

"Do they make me look innocent?" You ask with a little smile, kissing down his jaw, eliciting another breathy moan from Fred.

"Yeah, but it's like you're the bride, making me lose it picturing it being our wedding night," he admits, his hands gripping you tighter in his hold, one large hand cupping and massaging your bum covered by the white lace. Your eyes widen a little in surprise, though he doesn't see, as you take in his words.

"That get you going big boy?" You ask breathily in his ear, still nibbling at his jaw as your hands explore his chest, briefly catching his nipples as you roam. "Picturing me as your bride? You like the idea of fucking your new wife?" He curses and moans, hips surging at your words, answering your question.

"Fuck baby," he whines as your hand wraps around his cock and begins slowly pumping him, your thumb catching the beads of precum and rubbing it into his soft tip.

"Maybe you like the idea of ripping off my sweet, appropriate little wedding dress and seeing exactly what's underneath."

He moans louder than you remembering ever being as your speed increases, your words having an evident affect on him.

"Or is it that everyone would know how good you're fucking your new wife, that everyone would know that I belong to you?" His hips start to stutter and you know he won't last much longer, the mixture of your hand on his cock and the words in his ear almost too much for him as he nods along with you, whining and groaning.

"Mrs Fred Weasley does sound good don't you think?" You ask him with a little smug smile at how he curses, hands scrambling to touch your tits as you pump him. "Y/n Weasley, Fred's wife." He's so close you can almost taste it, knowing he's just need a little nudge with the game you were playing.

"You wanna pretend it's our wedding night? I'll let you do anything you want to me husband, let you fuck everything that's yours."

He moans loudly as his hips stutter, your hand working his quickly as your other hand cups his balls as he erupts, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and landing on his stomach as you pump him through his orgasm, not stopping until his body stops twitching. He's breathless as he comes down from his high, chest heaving as a look of bliss falls over his face.

"Merlin," he says, finally opening his eyes to look at you, seeing your wicked little smirk. "Fuck that was hot." You smile as you reach down to grab his shirt from the floor, wiping his pleasure from his abdomen before throwing it back down onto the floor.

"Now, I think it's time I looked after my bride don't you think?" He says with a wicked grin, hands already pawing at you as he cups your jaw, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand creeping over your curves as he suddenly pushes you down onto the bed. His mouth wastes no time in pleasing you, immediately latching back into your breasts as he goes all out, grabbing, toying and sucking your breasts, never leaving the other one left out.

His fingers begin to drift down your body and tease your inner thighs as your legs part in anticipation, your arousal dripping from you at this point. When Fred's fingers finally slip between your legs and he feels the abundant wetness of your panties he curses again, latching onto your nipple and giving a harsh suck making you gasp.

"Mrs Weasley, so wet for me," he says with a smirk, slipping one finger inside your panties and into your waiting hole. You moan out at the sensation, feeling his thumb come up to toy with your aching clit and you can't help but roll your hips, unable to keep still as his fingers work you perfectly. "So good baby, so fucking perfect."

"Freddie," you keen as he adds a second finger, adjusting his angle so that he can press up against your gspot, making you writhe against him. The panties restrict his movements but it doesn't seem to faze him, working his magic on you.

He suddenly pulls his hand from you, making you whine but he quickly grabs and spins you on the bed so that you're on your hands and knees, his ability to manhandle you so effortlessly only furthering your arousal.

He moved to stand behind you, pulling you towards the edge of the bed as his fingers toy with the white lace panties you're still wearing. His hands hook into the waistband and you feel him rip off your panties, pulling them right down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him. You gasp as the cool air hits your sensitive pussy lips and within seconds his mouth is on you, feasting deliciously on your dripping cunt.

"Freddie!" You moan, pushing your hips back as his tongue slips between your lips, lapping as your clit before slipping into your little hole. His entire face is pressed against your pussy and you can hardly contain your moans as you feel his mouth playing you like an instrument. His tongue circles your clit before he sucks on it in little bursts, making your hips writhe against his face. He alternates between sucking and licking, covering himself in your arousal before he suddenly pulls open your ass and really dives into your pussy, locking his lips around your clit and sucking, tongue circling the little bud.

"Fred!" You shout as you cum, hips rolling over his face as he laps at you over and over in just the right spot, letting you ride out your pleasure.

Your orgasm has done nothing to calm your arousal, if anything it's only spurred on a further need for Fred as you turn and drag him down onto the bed with you, kissing him feverishly as you feel the signs of his arousal renewed against your leg.

"Freddie, fuck your wife," you say, dragging a breathy moan and a curse from his lips as your hands reach out for him in anyway you can get him, hips raising up in desperation.

"I've got you sweetheart," he reassures you as he kisses you one last time before reaching down to kiss your nipples, hands lifting your legs, seeing you beautifully exposed before him. "My perfect girl, so fucking hot."

"Yeah you got a hot little wife Freddie?" You tease, knowing that your words would only fuel his fire.

"The fucking hottest," he growls, pumping his cock twice before positioning himself right at your entrance.

"Give it to me good Freddie, only you can fuck your wife so good like this."

He curses and grabs hold of his cock, tossing your legs into his shoulders as you feel him slowly sink into you, stretching you out as he gets deeper and deeper. You both moan in unison as he moves his hips, hitting all the right spots inside you before he begins to pick up his pace, big hands holding your thighs tightly. He watches as your breasts begin to bounce in time with his thrusts and you can't help but raise your arms up to grab hold of the metal headboard so you can get leverage to raise your hips in time with his, letting the last inch of his sink into you.

"Yeah you like that sweetheart? Your husband fucking you good? Fuck you are so tight," he says, eyes flicking between your breasts and watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

"So good Freddie," you moan out, arching your back as he pounds into you. "Only you can fuck me this good." You right hand slips off the bed frame and you start to circle your clit for a little extra pleasure until Fred notices and bats your hand away.

"Dirty girl, your husband not taking care of you good enough? Is my big cock not enough for you?" He teases.

You begin to whimper in reply, "no it is, so good baby."

He immediately pulls out of you and flips you over like it's nothing, pulling your hips up slightly before he slams back into you. He takes no prisoners with his thrusting as you feel his balls slapping against you, his left hand gripping your hip so hard it'll almost certainly leave a bruise. His right hand snakes around your hip abs begins toying with your clit deliciously and you can't help but rock your hips, your insides clenching around Fred's thick length as you cry out.

"Oh Freddie!" You cry out, feeling thoroughly fucked as he slams into you. "You're so deep!"

"Come on my little perfect wife, I want you to cum all over your husbands cock," he says, leaning down and changing the angle slightly so that he rubs against your gspot making a silent scream erupt from you. The hand that was holding your hip suddenly shifts and he wraps it around your throat as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips stuttering just enough that you know he's close. His hand doesn't squeeze nor put any pressure on but just feeling his long fingers wrapped around your throat whilst he plays with your clit and pounds into you is enough to send you hurling towards your end.

"Freddie Freddie Freddie!" You chant as you cum, nails clawing into the bedsheets as you feel the white hot pleasure erupt within you, your hips rolling back onto his cock as he pounds you even harder, no doubt feeling your walls squeezing him. He suddenly lets go of your throat and scrambles to grab hold of your hips as he slams his length into you once more and holds you tightly to him, buried entirely in you as he cums. You can feel his cock twitching inside you as he shoots his load as deep in you as he can, groaning and cursing behind you as your name falls from his lips.

After a few moments, he pulls out and watches as his cum begins to dribble out of you, cursing once again at the sight. You feel him shift and he presses a kiss to your back before carefully shifting you so that you were lying on the bed as he slips in next to you, instinctively reaching to pull you into his side.

You lean up and kiss him as his arms snake around you, one hand resting gently over your breast, thumb idly passing over your nipple.

"I love you so much sweetheart," he says, pulling off your lips but never really moving away as he kisses you again.

"I love you Freddie," you say, pouring as much love as you can into your words.

"Gonna marry you one day princess," he mumbles and you can suddenly hear the tiredness in his voice.

"If you're gonna fuck me like that again, I'd marry you right now," you said breathlessly, entwining your fingers with his.

He chuckles, squeezing your hand in his as his eyes close, "give me 10."

"I want to be your wife one day," you say quietly a few moments later, no longer teasing. You feel Fred's eyes open and he looks at you with a look you can't place.

"Sweetheart, nothing would make me happier than you being my wife, but stop talking about it before I get hard again."

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Being Bobby's girlfriend and catching Jack’s attention…

a/n: this is set in their college years + before Jack meets Jackie!! This is very messy + this fic contains nsfw content so please proceed with caution. This doesn't contain anything nsfw happening between the brothers.

currently listening to: Music To Watch Boys To by LDR . ݁₊ ⊹ ! !

It all started when Bobby took you home to Hyannis Port during the summer to meet his family. You were absolutely nervous, your hands were sweating and your brows furrowed with anxiety at the thought of you saying something wrong and immediately becoming enemy #1 of the Kennedy family. However, your sweet, darling boyfriend was quick to shut down all the negative thoughts that were clouding your head with his reassuring words.

"oh, don't think like that, sweetheart. They'll love you just as much as I do. I know they will."

Thankfully, Bobby was right, just like he always was when it came to calming your nerves. His parents, particularly his mother, asked you all sorts of questions that spanned from historical events, political opinions, and what was it about Bobby that interested you so much. If his parents were quizzing you, you would've passed with flying colors. His siblings were much easier on you and simply turned to teasing Bobby about how smitten he was with you. His sisters didn't spare any compliments and his brothers shot him an approving look with a proud raise of their eyebrows.

However, one of his brothers was particularly proud of Bobby's taste in women.

"She's a nice girl, Bobby. Real nice. I always wondered what you were doin' bringing those other girls to the house but I can't say I'm mad a'cha for bringin her around. I would've brought her home, too." Jack whispered to his younger brother once the two of them were alone in the kitchen, putting away dirty dishes. Bobby sheepishly thanked his brother for his version of a sincere compliment.

Jack’s interest in you started off as something hidden, as something he'd only ever speak of in confidence when he was alone with Bobby. Robert didn't take offense to his brother's fascination with you, if anything he found it humorous at first. He never saw his brother as a threat to your relationship, he knew Jack would never dare to attempt to take you away from him. He knows his dear brother. He knows he'd have a different idea in mind.

As your relationship with Bobby progressed, you began to get used to receiving regular compliments from Jack. The compliments started off tame and could never be mistaken as being anything other than friendly praises. He'd compliment a dress that Bobby gifted you on a date night, dragging his eyes up and down your body before commenting, "you did good, Bobby. The color suits her." Then, the friendly compliments turned into even friendlier physical contact. Bobby would always have a strong hand on the small of your back or a muscular arm looped through yours in an effort to keep you close. Eventually, Jack would copy his brother's movements and swiftly move to place his hand dangerously low on the small of your back, bracketing you between him and Bobby.

One night, everything truly closed in on you.

Bobby lead you up to his bedroom after a enjoying a hearty dinner with his family, leaving everyone under the impression that the two of you were going to catch up on some sleep. However, as soon as that bedroom door shut, you found yourself grinding down onto Bobby's lap with an insatiable hunger. The ferocity in which your hips moved caused the delicious ache between your plush thighs to deepen, you hoped that if you bounced on his clothed lap just a little harder, you'd eventually be able to feel his bare cock against your flushed pussy. you didn't want to stop, you wanted to feel his bare skin on yours and revel within the mind numbing noises of skin on skin, you were already drooling at the mere thought of it ‘clap, clap, clap,’ but you swore you'd die if you pulled away from him for even a second.

Bobby wrapped his strong arms around you in an effort to swiftly pick you up and place you beneath him, however, the sudden click of the doorknob made him halt his movements. He could've sworn he locked the door behind him how could someone open the door-

Suddenly, he was met with a pair of striking blue eyes that belonged to his dear brother, Jack. Then, his entire frame came into view and you immediately fled from Bobby's grasp. Surely, his brother knew what the two of you were up to. Your hair was messy as a result of Bobby's hands gently pulling on it, your tits threatened to escape from the delicate fabric of your cotton sundress, and your eyes were blown with arousal. However, the words of disgust that you were waiting to leave Jack’s lips never came.

"C'mon, get back over there, sweetheart. Whaddya say, Bobby? You wouldn't want her to stop, would you? She was havin' so much fun."

You were already so close with the Kennedy family. You never thought there would be a chance you'd get any closer.

a/n: this is my first time writing explicit smut, so I hope it wasn’t too rusty. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

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doki-doki-imagines · 1 year ago

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Can you write earrhrealmers feel about an s/o that likes giving them head? Like, it’s a hobby at this point 🤣👀

author note: the request is nsfw, but the hcs are suggestive, so no action is described! Spoiler: most of them are more than fine with lol

Johnny Cage: -Does he seem worried to you? You could spend your entire holidays between his legs, and Johnny wouldn't complain. -Do that in the seat of his car or in an empty theater, and Johnny will see stars, planets, and universes, from his mouth a river of compliments for your good work. -But what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't return the favour? Get ready, Liu Kang gifted him with those hands, and they aren't there just to be looked at.

Kenshi Takahashi: -With his highlighted senses, every time you go down on him, Kenshi thinks to go a bit crazy. -His tattooed hand running on your head, not setting a rhythm, just touching you. -Honestly? He wouldn't mind if you stayed there forever. -But Kenshi is a nice guy, you know? After you finish, he'll tap his lap, prompting you to sit on it. -It's your turn sugar, and you'll stay there for as long as he wants to.

Raiden: -He isn't that much at ease? Don't misunderstand, Raiden loves to look at your face, at your lips taking him so nicely, but- -He just prefers to be the one on his knees for you, lavishing you in compliments at each whine and twitch your body makes. -Raiden won't make you go at it more than once, he enjoyes it, clearly, if the words that leave his mouth mean something you should feel more than proud of yourself, he just can't wait to get his hands, and mouth, on you. -"Thank you, strawberry. Now it is my turn." -Why strawberry? Because Raiden says you taste as sweet as one on his tongue.

Kung Lao: -Baby, go at it as much as you want. -Lao will look at you, hands behind his head, enjoying the sight like you are his favourite movie. -For sure, the imagine will stay in his head for long, at times becoming an intrusive thought while he is working. -Lao showers you with compliments, getting sweeter and sickening the nearest he gets to his apex. -He'll return the favour, but give him a few minutes. It's hard to go back to Earth when you are in paradise.

Liu Kang: -"It seems you enjoy getting on your knees for your God." He says, lifting your chin up with his index finger, smirk plastered on his face. -Can you tell he is enjoying this? Because he totally does. -One of the few that worry for your jaw, maybe he has seen something in your future? "Thanks, dear one-" He says, brushing away the hair that are stuck on your face "Now it is my turn to thank you."

Geras: -He doesn't feel that much mortal needs, so for sure, he won't ask for that. -But since you seem to enjoy it so much, Geras won't stop you. -But don't be too pushy, Geras is a busy guy, and at times, too much physical touch overwhelms him.

Bi-Han: -You don't have time to act of your own volition that his hand is already grabbing your hair and pushing you on your knees. -It would be terribly rude if Bi-Han didn't do that exactly when you want to go down on him. Does he have a sensor? Do you have a particular look in your eyes? -You'll never know because Bi-Han will rather die than admit that he knows you and your body reaction like the back of his hands. -He will be harsh and fast. If you want to suck him so much, you have to be ready to be used as he prefers. -It won't last long, tho. Bi-Han prefers to be the one on his knees for you.

Kuai Liang: -He is particularly busy with work…doesn't mean he always has a moment for you. -He thanks you the entire time. You don't know how relaxing it is receiving this for Liang. -Like, if you want rough, he can do it, switching pretty fast. -At the end, he'll thank you anyway. -"My little spark, you are amazing. Let me return the favour now."

Tomas Vrbada: -Really? You want to do that to him. Blood is pumping dangerously fast. -It's one of the few moments Tomas has control, so he will be pretty rough. -Tap if it is getting too much! He still isn't used to this and can't control his strength well. -The last thing Tomas wants is to hurt you. He'd feel so bad afterwards that he would avoid you as much as he can. -So sit him down and tell him you'll learn and improve together; a sigh of relief will leave his mouth. -"So…wanna try now?"

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frantic-fiction · 1 year ago

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May I request some Jealous!Fem!Reader x Astarion? Maybe one where someone from Astarion’s past makes an appearance and while Astarion sees this woman as just a friend, reader can see the woman blatantly flirting with her vampire spawn and she doesn’t like it one bit. ESPECIALLY if Astarion’s oblivious to the woman’s advances and innocently engages (because let’s face it, our boy loves being praised & complimented 24/7). Reader decides it’s her turn to stake her claim on our little sassy vampire and remind everyone who he belongs to ;)

Yes! Yes! Thank you for the request!

Jealous

Astarion x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

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It was nice being back in the city. Yes, there was still the ever-looming threat of the Absolute, but most of the party was back home, and for once, it felt like, for a moment, everyone could breathe. You had a fluffy bed to sleep on instead of a lumpy bedroll. And while Gale always made whatever perversions the party scavenged taste good, the warm, hearty tavern meals you've been treated to as of late were too good to beat.

But the best part of being back was taking any moment to drag Astarion out into the city to wherever he fancies so he can explore Baldur's Gate in the daylight without the darkness of Cazador. He wanted to visit the farmers market today, so you wandered the vendors' stalls, stopping to take moments and smell flowers and sample wares.

Astarion politely conversed with a tailor about the fabric quality used for a shirt he wanted. Frankly, they had been talking longer than your attention span could handle, so when your eyes wandered to a stall full of beaded jewelry, you wasted no time giving Astarion a quick peck on the cheek and telling him where you'd be.

The pieces were beautiful and skillfully crafted—brightly colored beads and gold inlays, gems of various minerals, all catching your eyes. The older halfling woman propped highly on the stool, greets you politely, and gives little details and facts about each one you set aside for closer inspection. Maybe you should get something for Shadowheart and Karlach? Probably not Lae—

"Astarion!"

A feminine voice has you snapping your head back to your partner. A frown instantly settles over your features when you see a tall, elven woman pull Astarion's hug. Her brown hair is intricately braided into a top knot decorated in sparkly chains. Her dress hugs her curves, framing her body perfectly.

Why are they still hugging?

"Oh Gods, it's been too long. You're looking amazing." Her nasal voice filters down the markets. "How are you, love?"

Astarion finally manages to break the hug, giving the woman an automatic flirtatious smile, the tailor long forgotten. "Eleanor, I've been well. I do hope the same can be said for you."

Dropping the beads with little care, you leave the stall, ignoring the halfling. You don't like this woman. You don't like how her hand still lingers on Astarion's forearm or how she leans ever so slightly closer as if daring him to kiss her.

"I've been fine, though I'm upset you haven't visited in quite a while. It's been rather dull without you." She runs her hand up his arm.

Astarion laughs, flicking his hand in the air and clearly enjoying the woman's words. "I could only imagine, my dear. Those brutes are fowl at their best. Who wouldn't miss me."

Your jaw clenches when her obnoxious laughter rings in the air. Pushing past a family of four throwing a half-ass apology, not paying mind, too pissed off. Who does this woman think she is putting her hands on Astarion as if he's hers?

"Astarion, you always knew how to make me laugh." Elenor ducks her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "If I'm being honest, I was always jealous of the ones you took home. But now that we're here, maybe…"

Oh, hell no! You practically jump the rest of the way and run into Astarion's arm. He lets out a breathy oof, arms tightening around your waist to keep you from tumbling to the ground. Pretending you weren't aware of the woman, you capture Astarion into a chaste kiss before beaming up at him.

"I hope you found what you were looking for, my love." Your voice is sickly sweet as you trail your thumb across his cheekbone. Then you turn your head and feign innocence, looking at the elf. "Oh, I'm sorry, Star. Who is this?"

Astarion gives you a look but recovers quickly. Clearing his throat, he speaks, "Darling, this is Eleanor. She owns a tavern I frequented. One of the only decent companies I've had before we met."

Moving away from Astarion's side, you reach your hand out in greeting, giving her your name, "It's a pleasure to meet a friend of my Star,"

Eleanor looks a bit taken aback, staring blankly at the two of you, clearly not expecting this change in her plans. You're internally preening. She takes your hand in a limp shake before dropping it and stepping back. Eleanor quickly wipes her hand on her dress slyly and chuckles.

"That explains why I haven't seen you in a while."

You sneer at her, wanting nothing more than to punch her. Instead, you drop your hand onto Astarion's chest, nuzzling warmly into his side. "Yes, sorry about that. I've been a bit selfish. Sometimes it hard to get out of bed."

"Right…" Eleanor says. Astarion, I never took you as one to settle down, especially someone as… unique as them."

"What is that supposed to mean?" The venom drips from your words, and Astarion has to keep you in place.

Eleanor smirks. "Oh, I meant nothing bad." The mocking tone alone reinforces that she meant this to be as insulting as possible. "I'm just stating you're rougher around the edges."

Astarion's hold on your waist tightens as you move to step forward, hand reaching for the dagger discreetly hidden against your thigh. There is no possible way this woman values Astarion in any way more than as a body to conquer. That thought alone has you practically baring your teeth.

"What the fuck does that mean!"

Astarion steps in before you can do anything extreme, "Eleanor, it was lovely seeing you again. We'll have to come and visit sometime for a drink, but I'm afraid my love and I must make our leave."

"Oh yes, of course!" Elenor says, her voice a bit too filled with fake cheer. Her smile is strained, and her eyes stare daggers into your skull. "I hope I can see you at the tavern sometime soon."

"Yes, we'll come down for a visit sometime soon. " Astarion calls over his shoulder, practically dragging you down the cobblestone. You think about ripping your arm out of his hold and turning back, but you let him pull you along with only a death glare sent toward Eleanor.

As soon as the two of you are in a secluded place, Astarion drops your hand and turns on you. "Darling, what was that?"

Picking at your nails, you shrug your shoulders. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Astarion takes your hand and, with a finger, tilts your chin to force you to meet his eyes. He has a shit-eating grin, and his fangs are even more prominent in his smile. "You were jealous."

Swatting his hands away, you step back. "I was not!" You lie and storm down the alleyway. You didn't get far before Astarion caught your wrist and spun you into his chest.

"You were jealous." He repeats. "But you really shouldn't be."

"She was all over you."

"It was a hug, my dear, from probably the closest normal friendship I had before the tadpole."

"Friendship? She was practically begging you to fuck her." You huff, fiddling with the lapels of Astarion's shirt.

Astarion chuckles deeply and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Gods, you're cute when you're jealous."

"Don't make fun of me, Astarion."

Ignoring you, he continues. "For argument's sake, if she was begging me to fuck her, as you so eloquently put it, who cares? I certainly don't, not when I have this beautiful, strong, incredibly understanding partner who knows all the darkest parts of me and still stands by my side?"

"Well, I am pretty noble for putting up with you when you're hungry." You smile, looping your arms around his neck, all jealousy draining from you like water from a colander.

"How could another soul handle me in that horrid state." Astarion runs his nose against yours. "I love you and don't plan on stopping soon."

You beam and kiss him breathlessly before mumbling, "I love you too," against his lips. "I think we should head back to our room."

Astarion chuckles under his breath, running his hands down the curve of your spine. "Oh, what for my sweet?"

"Well," Crawling your fingers up his chest, you press your lips to his ear and whisper. "If you'll let me, I want to mark every inch of your neck." "Mark me as yours, darling?" Astarion hums.

"Mhmm, we could go further, but" you continue. "Tonight, I want you to show me this tavern Eleanor owns. I think we deserve a date night."

"You are jealous."

"If I agree, will you take me out?" You lean in for a kiss.

Astarion presses forward, brushing his lips against yours. "As long as I have a necklace of your pretty love bites."

"Then yes, my love, I am very much jealous."

I've been struggling with inspiration lately. Moving was super stressful and I had to leave a hostile work environment very quickly so life's been a bit messy. But I've got my kitty cat and don't have to deal with a shitty boss so hopefully things will go up from here.

I'm kinda iffy on how I feel on this one but that might just be my current mindset. I hope you all enjoy it regardless, and stay tune because I plan on have something spicier posted soonish...possibly Astarion discovering his breeding kink 🫣❤️

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katsu28 · 2 years ago

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Steve and hugging from behind would be so cute 🥺

anything for u my dear nova <33 the hugging from behind part is literally just a speck in all this fluff oopsie but pls enjoy

steve harrington x reader, 1.4k

There was something about Steve Harrington that made you unbelievably nervous. A good kind of nervous, of course—the kind that sent your stomach into a fluttery mess and made your fingertips tingle every time he touched you.

You shouldn’t be nervous around him, but you’d been together for three months and still found yourself fighting the urge to unabashedly stare at him whenever you spent time with each other.

Another reason to be nervous—you were spending the night at his place for the very first time.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend a whole day together, but you always went home at the end of the night (much to Steve’s dismay). So a few hours ago when he casually suggested you just stay the night instead of leaving and coming back in the morning, you almost freaked out.

Now you were here, standing in his bathroom fresh out of the shower, staring at yourself in the fogged up mirror and willing yourself to just be normal. It was Steve. There was nothing to worry about.

Steve was sprawled out on his bed when you finally mustered up the courage to make your way to his room, tossing a raggedy baseball above his head and catching it.

Well, trying to catch it was a more apt description. His focus immediately shifted to you as you padded in, the ball bouncing off the mattress next to his head and nearly hitting him in the face in the process before rolling onto the floor. He scrambled to his feet, ball forgotten.

“Hi.” He said softly, smiling at you with the brightness that rivaled the sun. You echoed his greeting, clutching at the towel around you. “Uh, here. This is for you.” He held out a well worn looking shirt, soft cotton brushing against your fingers as you took it gratefully. “I can—I’ll turn around while you get dressed.”

“Thanks, Steve,” You mumbled, suddenly feeling shy. There were those damn nerves again. Steve turned around like he said he would, rocking back and forth on his heels while you pulled the shirt over your body. It smelled like laundry detergent and cologne and so very Steve you decided right then and there you were definitely keeping this shirt. “You can turn around now.”

He whirled back around, letting himself take in the sight of you in his clothes. It was something straight out of a dream he’d had a few times. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re not so bad looking yourself.”

Steve preened at the compliment, looking mighty pleased. He’d already changed while you were in the bathroom, clad in only a pair of old Hawkins High sweatpants slung low on his hips.

His chestnut hair was free of product, fluffy and a little all over the place with a artful curl hanging over his brow. You had to fight the urge to brush it out of his eyes, though you suspected he probably wouldn’t have minded one bit if you did.

“C’mere,” He murmured, stretching out an arm towards you. The look in his eyes held so much warmth, so fond and sickly sweet you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d ended up with a toothache come morning time. It spurred you forward, folding yourself into Steve’s embrace like it was second nature. Like it was where you belonged. His nose dipped into your hair and he inhaled, arms wrapping around you tight.

“Did you just sniff me?”

“You smell really nice.” He defended meekly, cheeks turning an embarrassed pink. You kissed him to remedy it, smiling against his lips when he kissed you back immediately. His hand rubbed along your back whilst he maneuvered the two of you towards the bed without managing to break the kiss, but the need for air unfortunately won out.

Steve pulled the covers over the two of you swiftly, settling close—but not too close, in case you liked to have your own space while you slept.

You tucked yourself snug against his side instead, cheek pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you again, and you were content there. The sound of his heartbeat hammered a million miles a minute in your ear, and it made you feel a little better knowing that he was just as nervous as you were. It actually eased your own nerves a tenfold.

“Is this okay? Are you comfy?” Steve asked worriedly. It was cute how attentive he was. You wanted to tell him that being wrapped in his arms was one of the comfiest places in the world, but just opted for a nod, nuzzling a little closer to him in lieu of an answer. Steve still got the message loud and clear, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, you because of the steady rise and fall of Steve’s chest, and him because of the soothing warmth you radiated. He could fall asleep like this every night and still never get tired of it.

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You were expecting Steve to be next to you when you woke up the next morning. But when you opened your eyes and rolled over to look at him, the space beside you was empty.

He was in the kitchen when you finally found him, standing at the stove when you padded in, humming along to the song playing softly from the radio over on the other counter. His back was towards you as he poured batter into a pan on the stove.

A sizeable stack of perfect pancakes sat on a plate beside him, with crispy edges, just the way you liked it. You wondered how he knew that, seeing as you’d never told him before. Then again, Steve always seemed to know what you liked.

You crossed the room quiet as a mouse, sliding your arms around him once you were close enough.

Letting out a surprised noise at the feeling of your embrace, it only took him a second to realize it was you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He hummed, settling his free hand over your linked ones at his navel. You pressed your forehead between his shoulder blades, reveling in the warmth of his freckled skin and stayed there for a while, feeling him inhale and exhale with every breath he took. It was quite soothing. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good. Really good.”

“Sure sounded like it, what with the way you were snoring in my ear the whole night.”

“I was not!” You gasped, rearing back. Steve’s body shook with laughter, and you realized he was just poking fun at you. “You’re an asshole.”

“An asshole who’s making you breakfast right now.” He pointed out, flipping the pancake for good measure.

“True. You’ve been promoted to just a little shit then.”

“Lucky me.” Steve snorted. “As much as I love this, you’re kinda cramping my style. I don’t wanna accidentally elbow you when I try to wow you with my triple pancake flip. Go sit at the counter and do what you do best—look pretty.”

You obliged, but not before sighing overdramatically. “Trying to get rid of me already, Harrington?”

“Dunno…is it working?”

“Just for that comment, no, it isn’t working.” You huffed, propping your chin up in your hand.

“Oh, good. Was kinda planning on keeping you around for a while.”

“Just a while?”

Steve shrugged without turning around. “Maybe forever.”

You sat in silence with his words, maybe a little longer than you meant to, because Steve whirled around, brows crinkled with worry.

“I’m sorry. Was that—that was too much, wasn’t it?” He blurted, shuffling over to where you were. “Did I just make things super weird? I didn’t mean like forever forever, I just thought it sounded smooth. Which, obviously it didn’t ‘cause—”

Leaning over the counter, you slid your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was sweet and firm and had Steve melting faster than the pad of butter he’d placed atop the pancake stack.

You let your forehead press against his when you pulled away. “I like forever.”

“I do too.” He grinned, nearly going cross-eyed trying to look at you up close. He dotted another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Y’know, I’m really enjoying the whole shutting me up with kisses thing you’ve got going on lately. I think you should keep doing it.”

“Oh, do you?” You chuckled, sitting back down in your seat. Steve came around the counter to slide onto the stool next to you, scooting your own stool close enough to his that his knees bracketed yours. Now it was his turn to bring you in for a kiss instead of an answer.

Forever with Steve suddenly seemed like the best idea in the world, especially if it meant you’d get to have mornings like this all the time.

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thescarletnargacuga · 9 months ago

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okay so you know how in cartoons there will be little gags like hearts forming around someone when they’re in love? lol so i was thinking that in the digital world (raceway mayhaps? whatever you’d prefer to write though!) that happens to caine when he’s around pomni, she finds it cute so she kind of flirts a bit to gauge that reaction <3

A/N: like I need an excuse to write more Raceway LMAO

HEARTS

A RACEWAY AU SHOWTIME ONE SHOT

WARNING: none

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"POMNI WINS!!" Caine announced from above the roaring crowd in the stands. The finish line flashed gold as Pomni zoomed through, beating Jax by a nose. Ragatha and Gummigoo tied for third. Kinger, Gangle and Zooble meandered in at their own pace.

Pomni did celebratory donuts in the winner's circle; smoke from her tires throwing literal shade at Jax. After she had her fun, she jumped out of her kart to greet Caine for her reward. "What did I win this time, handsome?" She was still feeling the effects of the race rush, emboldening her to openly flirt in front of the others.

Caine wasn't expecting her boldness and completely forgot what he was going to say. "Uhhhhh, heh..." He blushed lightly and kicked his feet. A small red heart flew from his chest and fluttered around his head. "I, uh... ahem your reward for this race is a golden hedgehog statue."

A small, prickly trophy appeared mid air and dropped in Pomni's hands, but she wasn't interested in the statue. She was intrigued by the little fluttering heart dancing around Caine's hat. "What's that?" She pointed to the heart.

Caine shooed the heart away, and it disappeared in a puff of glitter. He put his hands behind his back, and looked away nervously. "Don't- don't mind that. It's just a silly game mechanic I can't uninstall. It happens sometimes."

Pomni arched an eyebrow. "It happened after I called you handsome. Did you like that?"

Caine blushed furiously. "Oh! Um. Yes. Kind of. Just a little. It's a nice compliment. I don't get a lot of those, so it must have triggered the heart. Thank you, for saying that."

"I can say a lot more." Pomni smirked.

Literally everyone was still standing there. Including the track. Nothing had changed since Pomni won. Not that Caine noticed. He has suddenly found himself with a serious case of tunnel vision. He hovered lower, more on her level. "There is no need, dear...but if you want to... maybe one more?"

"You're incredibly creative, smart and funny. " Pomni started, testing the waters.

Two little hearts flew from Caine's chest. He put his hand over his heart and smiled warmly. The genuine compliments made him feel fuzzy.

"Every track you build is uniquely entertaining. Your hard work doesn't go unnoticed."

Five hearts now danced around the top of Caine's head, he felt a little dizzy. "Wow Pomni, thank you, but you don't need to-"

"You're fun to be around. My day doesn't feel complete until I've seen you." Pomni's smile widened, amused by the comical number of hearts.

Seven hearts whizzed around his head and torso. "-oh, you have more." He felt short of breath.

Pomni took his hand and gently held it to her cheek. She was blushing a little now, too. "Your touch makes me feel safe."

A dozen hearts flew around like nats, zipping and swooping in random directions. He held her face with both hands. "Pomni...you're playing with fire." He gently warned, his eyes watching her lips.

"Your beauty has never scared me." Pomni put her hands on his waist.

Hearts appeared in Caine's eyes. "How brave." He was swooning hard.

"Not as brave as this." Pomni grabbed Caine from the air, dipped him and kissed his lower teeth.

Caine's eyes went wide as multiple hearts flew from his chest, flying around and popping with little sparkling bursts. Chills went through his whole body, not expecting Pomni to take initiative. He kissed her back, closing his teeth and holding the back of her head.

Ragatha, Gangle, and Gummigoo whooped and whistled. Jax gagged but Zooble wouldn't let him ruin the moment, threatening to strangle him if he tried anything. Kinger found some neat beetles.

The kiss, as simple as it was, left both Caine and Pomni breathless. Hearts were everywhere, swarming around them. Caine melted in Pomni's arms. He had the goofiest smile, and his eyes were half lidded as though he were intoxicated.

Caine suddenly felt heavy in Pomni's arms as he could no longer focus on flying. He flumped to the ground and Pomni laughed. She fell to her hands and knee next to him. "Are you okay?"

"mmmmmmmhm." Caine mumbled, the hearts in his eyes going crazy. The flying hearts kept coming, showering them in colorful mini confetti. "I think I'm in love with you..."

Pomni snorted. "I never would have guessed. You're just so subtle."

Caine giggled airily. "As a track wreck."

Pomni laughed harder and kissed the front of his top teeth. "And I wouldn't have you any other way."

Caine almost cried. The affection was too much, he was overwhelmed in the best way. "Next time....I'm kissing you first." He was determined to have her turn into jelly like she just did to him.

"I'll hold you to that." Pomni smiled down at Caine.

~~~

BONUS: Seth

He and Pomni were locked in another one on one. No other racers around. He was about to steal a surprise box from her when she locked her kart to keep going and jumped to his motorcycle.

He sat up straight with surprise to have Pomni practically in his lap. Being in front of him, she touched the box first and the item went to her.

"HA! Suck it, Seth!" She jumped back to her kart, making his motorcycle wobble a bit off balance.

He blinked, staring back at her as she got herself situated in her kart. He didn't register that she was looking back until he saw the glimmer of a shell in his peripheral. He didn't react fast enough. The shell hit him and knocked him off his motorcycle. He and the vehicle tumbled across the track.

He sat up and watched Pomni speed off into the distance. A tiny black heart popped into existence next to him. He did a double take. "What the- SHIT! FUCK! NO! SHOO!!" He swatted away the heart.

He dusted himself off and whistled for his bike. It uprighted itself and idled next to him, ready to go get Pomni. He mounted it and stretched his shoulders. "Alright, little miss trouble. You wanna play hardball? Let's play."

He sped off and teleported to jump sections of the track to catch up.

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charliedaltonswife · 4 months ago

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I cannot stop reading your stuff, so good. Would love an academic rivals with Henry. A realllllll deep-rooted hatred. I want those two nasty. Rude. Mean. Go about it however, I love the way you write and trust you completely!

An Education in Loathing

Henry Winter x reader (The Secret History)

omfg when i get a cute little compliment with the request, you dont know how much my heart swells. thank you nonnie, sending my love!!!

Summary: You and Henry Winter have spent years locked in a battle of intellect. But is it possible to despise someone this much without wanting them just as badly?

Warnings: none! stark contrast with Buttons which i just posted ahahahah.

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"If you tell me one more time to be civil, Francis, I swear to God I’ll hide your cigarettes every time I’m with you."

"You wouldn’t dare, besides, I'm only saying," Francis interrupted, swirling the wine in his glass, "that I think it would be nice if, for one night, you and Henry didn’t act like two stray dogs fighting over the same scrap of meat."

You snatched the cigarette from Francis’s fingers, taking a drag and exhaling through your nose, the smoke tickling your upper lip. "I don’t know what’s more insulting my dear Francis, you comparing me to a stray dog or the fact that you seem to think I’m the less civilized one."

Francis took a slow sip of his wine. "I wouldn’t say less civilized, per se but you have a certain quality."

You shot him a sharp look. He merely raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow in return, before flicking his forehead lightly. Out of everyone in the Greek class, and you knew you shouldn’t have favourites, you were closest with Francis; you felt as though you could speak and act freely without any care. That is not to say that you didn’t feel comfortable within the group, you had your place, however you found that outside of group dinners and class, you spent more one-on-one time with him. He knew you best, and you hated that he was always right.

However, the evening had started out promising. Charles had managed to get his hands on several bottles of an obscenely expensive Bordeaux, which meant that the twins were playing gracious hosts, dinner spread out decadently across the long, wooden table, crystal glasses catching the candlelight, the whole room smelling of rosemary and red wine.

It was pleasant. Almost peaceful.

Oh and then, Henry arrived.

He was late, of course, something that bothered you for a reason you couldn't actually understand if you looked back at it. He swept in unbothered, his coat slung over the arm of one of the chairs, nodding his greetings before sitting down directly across from you. His gaze flickered over you just once before he reached for the bottle in front of him, pouring himself a glass.

That was fifteen minutes ago. And in that short time, you’d already managed to start resenting the shape of his mouth and the way he felt the need to correct anyone.

"You’re clenching your jaw again," Francis muttered under his breath, nudging you slightly with his elbow as he cut into a roast vegetable.

"I am not." You responded, reaching for your knife and fork.

"You look like you’re about to shatter your teeth."

Your grip on your fork tightened. Across the table, Henry was speaking to Camilla, something about the wine, his voice a low hum of authority. The kind of voice that made people listen. Frankly, you wanted to take your glass and throw it at his head. His stupid perfect head.

And then, as if summoned by sheer force of will, he turned toward you. "That reminds me, what were you saying earlier? About Plato?"

His tone was casual. You didn’t buy it for a second. Prick.

You took a slow sip of your wine before responding. "I read somewhere that Plato’s Republic is less about governance and more about the philosophy of the self. It’s about what makes an individual just, not a state. The reading makes absolute sense to me."

Henry made a quiet, considering noise. "That’s reductive." You saw in the corner of your eye Francis slump in his chair.

"Oh, is it?" You retort, earning a sigh from Charles or Bunny, you weren't sure.

Richard shifted uncomfortably beside you again, reaching for his pocket where his cigarettes were safely tucked away. "It’s a valid reading."

"It’s an incomplete reading," Henry countered, turning fully toward you now, the candlelight catching the sharp angles of his face. "If you reduce the text to a mere psychological treatise, you ignore the fact that its entire structure is built around the metaphor of the city-state. Plato was not interested in a singular man, he was interested in the composite whole."

You leaned forward, elbows on the table, your wine glass dangerously close to tipping. "Is that not a predictable interpretation? God, if Plato were alive to hear you say that, he’d throw you off a cliff."

Charles snorted into his drink.

Henry’s lips curved ever so slightly. "It’s not an interpretation, it’s a fact. If you actually understood the dialogue, you’d-"

"Oh, here we go," you interrupted, waving your hand dramatically. "If you actually understood. Always the same argument with you; everybody else is stupid except for Henry."

"It’s not my fault if you can’t comprehend basic philosophical principles."

"God, you are such an asshole."

"Alright," Camilla cut in, her voice light but firm, a warning. "Let’s not do this tonight."

You ignored her. "You act like you’re some omnipotent genius when really, you’re just an overgrown child who throws a tantrum when someone doesn’t agree with you."

Henry’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening around his glass. Oh Henry, when will you learn to not take the bait, is your ego that fragile. You wanted to smile. "And you act like being contrary for the sake of it makes you interesting. It doesn’t."

"At least I don’t talk just to hear myself speak." You responded, placing your cutlery down with a clank.

"I don’t have to. People actually listen to me." He leaned forward.

"Because they’re afraid of you."

"And no one’s afraid of you, are you jealous, is that it?"

You scoffed. "God, you are pretentious."

"And you are exhausting."

"Enough," Francis sighed, rubbing his temples. “Please, I’m going to have to start taking pills before dinner to get through them now.”

"Really," Richard added, clearing his throat. "I mean, it’s, um. It’s just dinner, you know?"

But neither of you were listening anymore. You could feel it, something beyond the argument itself, beyond Plato or philosophy or whatever the hell it had started as. Something dangerous curling beneath your ribs, thickening the air between you. You wanted to hit him, scream at him.

It was Henry who broke first.

His jaw tightened, his grip on his glass so white-knuckled you thought it might shatter. He exhaled sharply, and then, with the smoothest, most deliberate motion, he leaned back in his chair, bracing one arm against the side of the armchair, in such a carefree way it made your chest set aflame with rage.

"You know what your problem is?" His voice was softer now, almost amused, but there was something sharp at the edges, something that cut. "You hate that I don’t take you seriously."

Your pulse stuttered.

"And worse," he continued, head tilting slightly, "you hate that it bothers you."

The room was quiet. You blink when you hear a quiet cough from Camilla and a very small ‘christ’ from Francis. The heat of his gaze, that steady and unrelenting expression, felt like a challenge. You willed yourself not to flinch, not to let it show.

And then, very carefully, you leaned.

"You know what your problem is?" you murmured, lips just barely curling. Henry’s expression didn’t change. "You think you don’t care what I think of you." You let the words settle between you, let the realization flicker behind his eyes before you leaned back again, your work done. "But you do. And you fucking hate it."

He stared at you, unreadable.

And then, with no other reaction, he simply sat back further into his chair, as if nothing had happened at all.

Camilla exhaled. "I need more wine."

If dinners were considered bad. Class could be considered a heated catastrophe.

"You’re wrong." The words left your mouth before you could stop them, sharper than you intended, though not by much. Across the table, Henry lifted his eyes from the book slowly, as if you had just uttered something too ridiculous to warrant a real response, as if the words were so baffling he was thinking about if he had actually heard them correctly.

"Sorry, am I?" His voice was measured, mild, which was frankly infuriating. Though, you hated that he sounded sweet, and you knew it was because Julian was in the room.

"Yes," you said, pen tapping against your notebook. "You’re misinterpreting Dionysian catharsis as a moral failing rather than what it actually is, an inevitability."

There was a brief pause. You knew that pause. It was the one he took when deciding whether or not you were worth the effort of dismantling today. You could feel the entire class watching. Francis, idly flipping his pen between his fingers; Bunny, chin in his hand, smiling faintly like this was all terribly amusing. Even Julian, his expression unreadable but certainly entertained, waiting for whichever one of you was about to win this round.

"Fascinating," Henry said at last, sitting back in his chair. "Except you’re overlooking the fundamental nature of Greek tragedy, which is that the fatal flaw isn’t just inevitable, it’s deserved."

You let out a slow breath through your nose. "You think Pentheus deserves it?"

"I think Pentheus is a fool," Henry said simply, tilting his head. "He mistakes his own rigidity for righteousness. It’s a common error."

The insult was not subtle.

Your nails dug into your palm beneath the table. "You do realize the Greeks didn’t think in terms of deserving the way we do, don’t you? Their gods were arbitrary. Their punishments were inevitable, not ethical."

Henry's mouth quirked, barely a smile. "How convenient for you."

"How convenient for me?" You smiled, raising your eyebrows, “Oh do humor me.”

Henry paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "That you always find a way to argue that nothing is anyone’s fault."

You narrowed your eyes. "And you always find a way to argue that suffering is justified, as long as you were smart enough to predict it."

"Better than pretending it’s meaningless."

Julian sighed, but there was the ghost of a smile on his face. "Children," he said lightly. "Do try not to start throwing things."

Henry still hadn’t looked away from you.

"Go on, then," you said, gesturing toward him. "By all means, tell me why I’m wrong."

Henry closed his book with a quiet thud. And then he did, he let you have it in front of Julian, in front of the class, your friends.

The class had ended, mercifully.

You stalked down the stone steps of the humanities building, the late afternoon sun too bright, the air sharp with October. You were still simmering. The worst part about arguing with Henry wasn’t losing, because you never actually lost, but that he had a way of getting under your skin, setting up camp in the hollow of your ribcage, his voice echoing there long after the conversation had ended.

You should have known he’d follow.

"You left rather quickly," Henry’s voice drifted behind you, dry as parchment.

You didn’t bother to turn around. "Maybe I just didn’t want to be in the same room as you for another second."

"But you spend more than a few seconds just then to talk to me."

Here you were, indeed. Taking time out of your day to let him get under your skin. You exhaled sharply, halting on the steps, feeling him come up beside you. You turned to him, arms crossing, expression tight. "Did you follow me just to piss me off?"

Henry adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, his tone infuriatingly casual. "No, I followed you because you were wrong."

"Jesus Christ." You let your head fall back slightly, staring up at the clear sky, as if appealing to the gods. "You don’t give it a rest."

"But you were wrong," he continued, unfazed. "And I find it hard to believe you don’t know that."

"I was not wrong," you snapped, your eyes flicking back to him. "You just don’t like that I’m better at this than you are."

That made him smile. A small, almost imperceptible thing, but a smile nonetheless.

"You think you’re better than me?" He almost let out something reminiscent of a laugh.

"No, Henry," you smiled up at him, “I just am better than you, see I have no need to idolise my teacher like a fucking school girl with a crush. I can enjoy the classics just fine without that.”

Henry faltered for a second, his jaw clenching at your words; you had never gone that personal, restrained yourself to purely intellectual battles, and weirdly, you wanted to swallow the words as they came out. Henry hummed, shifting his weight slightly. "Your ego is truly staggering."

You scoffed. "Oh, and yours is what? Charming?"

"Mine is warranted."

You wanted to hit him. Or kiss him. Or push him down the rest of the steps and walk away before you had to acknowledge either impulse.

You hated how he stood so close, how his presence had the gravitational pull of something celestial, how he could make you feel like you were hurtling through space even when your feet were firmly on the ground.

His gaze flickered over your face, as if deciphering something. "What?" you snapped.

"Nothing," he said, too quickly. And then, a moment later: "You have ink on your wrist."

You glanced down, seeing the smudge of black ink where your pen must have leaked against your skin. Henry reached out, his fingers barely grazing the inside of your wrist, before he seemed to catch himself and withdrew his hand.

You swallowed. You considered telling him it was a birthmark, that you were actually born with an affliction that caused pretentious men to materialize whenever ink touched your skin. But then he might take that as a compliment, and you’d sooner fling yourself into oncoming traffic than let him think you admired him in any capacity.

"Careful," you murmured, your voice quieter now, a little unsteady. "Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were being nice to me."

Henry’s mouth twitched, and for a fraction of a second, he looked like he might say something else, something important. But then the moment passed, and he merely turned, descending the last few steps.

"You should read more Euripides," he called over his shoulder. "It might teach you something about hubris."

You stared after him, pulse thrumming in your throat. It was going to be a long semester.

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filmbyjy · 2 years ago

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COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

EIGHTEEN - jake’s rizz

WARNING: uh. idk if there is any? let me know I’ll edit this chapter to add it in

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you couldn’t lie, your heart dropped the moment jake sent those very mysterious and ominous texts. it scared you and you did not look forward to the final results. what if he was going to scold you again? no, what if he was gonna cut your pay? you needed to buy a new outfit for your sister’s wedding soon. actually, you didn’t have to buy a new one, you have plenty of outfits that would look nice if you just figured out a combination to put together. however, where is the fun in that? new clothes always made everyone look fresh!

as a wise man (named park jongseong) would say. either ways, you shouldn’t worry about this. you looked straight down your phone and shot a quick ‘okay, sir’ text to jake. which you realised, why are you even putting effort to the man who was blatantly being mean to you? right, he has the authority and the source of your income. now, imagine jake being your sugar daddy-

wait. where did that come from? god, you were long gone.

you had quickly put on your shirt and pants, threw your hair in a ponytail (or if you have short hair, just a half ponytail) then left your home with your valuables. the drive to jake’s house wasn’t that far, he lived in a gated community with a really sweet security guard guarding the gates. his neighbours were a sweet elderly couple who lived with their cat and dog. very cute. they were super adorable too. when you started working from home at jake’s house, the elderly couple actually thought you were jake’s girlfriend.

they meant no harm but it still got your heart tugging a little. they apologised for the slight mistake and kept complimenting you and jake about how sweet he was and that you and him would definitely look like a cute couple. either ways, you made it and parked at the street outside of his home. a two-storey home that not only looked cozy but was cozy inside too. well, until you enter his office and room. that place is completely so cold in some way. maybe it was the way the furnitures were just industrial and his bed was a huge king sized bed where he was alone.

“oh, (name) sweetie.” the elderly lady smiles. you smiled and bowed at her.

“hello Mrs.Matilda, are you out here to view the outside and just chill?” you asked her.

she laughs, “oh dear, it’s as per usual. my husband is currently sleeping so i don’t want to disturb him. you look different in a casual outfit, you look so sweet and innocent. are you here to babysit layla again? i am sure, jaeyun is home today though?”

“ah, umm he asked me to see him so i am here for him today.”

“oh? you youngsters have a very different way asking people out for dates. back in my day, my husband just surprises me with a bouquet of flowers and asks me out.” she laughs heartily.

“oh, umm. he isn’t asking me out-”

“Mrs.Matilda, you’re awake.” jake says. you turned to look at him. he smiles at Mrs.Matilda. his outer appearance looks way different than how he is normally at work. in fact, he really looked like a puppy. his hair down with bangs covering his forehead. the way he tilted his head in curiosity and the pout he had, god he was so adorable.

“oh, jaeyun dear.” Mrs.Matilda smiles at jake. jake goes over to hand her some biscuits.

“my mom came over yesterday and made these. she wanted to give it to you yesterday but you weren’t around when she wanted to pass it you.”

“oh my, thank your mom for these. my husband will definitely love this even more.”

“any time.” jake turns to you. “let’s go in.” he grabs your hand and pulls you in gently. your eyes widened because he literally intertwined your hand with his. hands clasped and everything. not a single warning???

Mrs.Matilda smiles as she watches this and you could only look at her confused as jake pulls you inside his home.

jake brings you inside his home and you were instantly greeted by Layla. She wags her tail happily once she sees you, she also barks happily and tries to jump on you. it makes your heart burst at how adorable she was.

“aww, what good girl~” you cooed at layla as you gave her a bunch scratches and pats seemingly forgetting jake was there.

jake on the other hand, seemed to have just watched you. it gets his heart racing a little. seeing his two favourite girls-

ehem, his favourite girl and uhh. okay, who was he lying to? his favourite girl and the girl he likes interacting.

“oh, right. why did you call me here?” you asked jake.

jake’s brain short-circuits. he just realised you weren’t in your normal secretary smart outfit that you usually wore. instead you were in something casual. you looked so domestic. very wifey material.

“uh. right.” jake points to heaps of papers. “I need help clearing that. I-I know this is your day off but-”

“don’t worry. I’ll help. I understand it’s hard being a CEO and clearing all this approval letters and stuff.”

“right. I also need help with this project i’m working on with umm jay. he said he placed the research in the file so like I just need some help reviewing it. since it’s better to have two pairs of eyes to like get opinions.” jake says.

“mmm, alright. let’s get to work, I guess.” you say.

just as you scanned the many files and papers on jake’s desk, you can’t help but feel him stare into your soul. it was obvious he was staring at you but for what? you didn’t know.

“mr.sim, are you okay? is there something wrong with my face?”

jake’s eyes widened, “no not at all. I just umm…can you not call me mr.sim when we’re alone like this?”

it went dead silent after he said that.

“umm but you’re my boss?”

“we aren’t technically in the office right now and we’re the same age?”

“yeah, but you’re still my boss.”

jake sighs, “okay then. as your boss, I want you to just call me jake when we’re outside of the office.”

you wanted to say something but jake cuts you off, “I will cut your pay if you call me mr.sim or sir when it’s just us.”

you quickly shut your mouth after. you knew was joking about cutting your pay but like in some way, it sounded really real.

“okay, s- jake.”

“mmm, good girl.”

you froze.

DID JAKE JUST CALL YOU A GOOD GIRL??

a/n: OHOHOHO >:) sim jaeyun you naughty naughty 😈

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helloiamadrawer · 1 year ago

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Caine Catching the Reader trying on his Suit + gender neutral reader confesses to having a crush on him❤️

A/n: I thought this would be a cute thing to write during the wait for what's to come so here's some Caine being a clueless bean, so fluff galore!

So you were scanning through your digital wardrobe and tbh you were getting really tired of wearing your same nauseating colors of your circus aesthetic why couldn't you ask him to switch it to something..different? That was when you reached the near end of your closet and saw a familiar metallic red garment of clothing

is that..?

no, no you're just having those so-called "digital hallucinations" but to your surprise you took the hanger out of the closet and lo' and behold, it WAS Caine's suit, your face was stuck in a awestruck expression of how you found it, how could that clueless set of dentures lose his fashionable suit? He would probably just make another one with just a snap of his fingers.

You were about to exit your room to return it until you took a good look at it only to notice it almost looked like it could fit you? Well, you were about to find out by trying it on yourself!

Moments later you slid to your mirror and..it was perfect fit..now this is getting weird how did he know your exact measurements?

But it felt so good to look as fly as he does, after all you can admit you got kind of a thing for him..okay a crush! You just never had the guts to tell him but he's probably already heard. Since he hears all, sees all. You just have been holding it in cause you can never get a moment with him alone cause..adventures and stuff.

Turning to see the back of you, a flash of light blinded your vision, only for your sight to return and see the image of Caine with a digital camera. (pun intended but let's say he has an actual digital camera)

"Ah! Caine! I told you nicely to knock before you come in!" you yelped as you jumped nearly out of your skin.

"Terribly sorry my dear! But I actually came in to check on you, but wow do you look stunning in that suit, it could stop traffic and heck, even me in my tracks!" he says clutching his chest dramatically as he pretends to faint.

your face=red from Caine's compliment "th-thanks i guess, I just found it and--''.

"found it? I added it your wardrobe cause..y'know..I couldn't help but overhear you talking to Ragatha about how you could rock a suit like mine! and boy, you were right!" he chirps as he happily floats over to the back of you, placing his hands on your shoulders, admiring how the tux fitted you, that's when it hit you..

Wait..he what?! Oh god, what else has he heard?? hopefully not your endless pining for him, you would metaphorically die!

As Caine faced the mirror, the both of you almost twinning in your matching suits, then he glances at you, a little puzzled of why your face was ablaze from embarrassment, unless..

"So I guess you heard, right?", you question, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Heard what my dear?" Caine asks confused. Well, there was no backing out now, you had to confess or you could go insane before anything else could in this digital hell. You turned to face the ringmaster and explained, "The reason I said I could wear your clothes, is that I have..a..gah! I like you Caine!"

His upper jaw jumps in surprise at your sudden response. A couple seconds of dead silence,his tone stayed ponderous as usual,"....oh. But I don't seem to understand my--"

''Caine, hear me out, I have an interest in you, you're funny, you have alot of personality, and not to mention stylish even if you do wear the same suit everyday, your voice is like music to me and i would listen to it every day. what I'm trying to say is..I want to go out and get to know you more." you confess, finally getting it off your chest as you desperately stare into his dual colored eyes that are now..sparkling?

The A.I took your hands and interlaced them with his as his voice took a softer tone as he asked,"Do you know how long I was waiting for you to say those very words?"

You started to smile brightly, that's one of his favorite features of you ever since he made that one adventure just for you (it was a ballroom that you two slow danced in *sighs lovingly*). "Too long?"

"I didn't know what was going on, at first I thought it was a missing binary code in my system but I realize what this feeling is now, every time I hear your voice, a single glance, your mere presence is but a blessing to me and I would sacrifice all the time in this digital world for you.." he swept one of his hands to push a section of your hair behind in your ear.

His sweet praises make your heart swell with warmth and only causing it to hammer against your chest halting your breathing pattern as you could feel yourself leaning closer and closer until he had to go back to his bombastic ringleader voice,"Now then! My darling, when would you like that date?"

reader.exe stopped working cause Caine called you darling.

"Wh-what about now?..", you stammer, shuffling your feet, "Since we are dressed..fancy."

"Excellent idea, my darling! although the NPC'S may mistake you for me, this should help!" he snaps his fingers as your tux now became a shiny blue with white leggings. It was always amazing of how powerful the A.I was.

Caine being the gentleman he is, links your arm with his as you two head off to the grounds at night laughing and chatting away..who knew a suit could benefit you in so many ways?

#tadc caine #caine #the amazing digital circus #caine x reader #tadc x reader

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dandysworld-meh-imagines · 25 days ago

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How about some Enemies to Lovers Scraps X Canine reader?

Enemies To Lovers With Scraps As A Canine Reader!

I think I did this right, this was fun, haha! Scraps is really something, got her in blackout in a public run yesterday, it ended our run sksks. Here you go, dear! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Scrap's tail just.. wags when you are around. It's not like she hates you or anything but she feels the way her ears drop when you growl or make a sound similar to it, even if you don't always mean to. It reminds her of Pebble a lot and she doesn't really want to be around you for her own sake. She's not that secretive about it, always making sure to keep a good distance from you. It's pretty safe to say that you got the hint basically.

-You, on the other hand thought that she just disliked you for being a canine, which got you pretty upset, so you also avoided her, getting defensive when she happened to be around and she would hiss a bit as you two go your separate ways. It just made you growl in annoyance which would make it worse pretty much if she happened to stick around. It was obvious for anyone around that you two were pretty much enemies at this point.

-This really got Goob sad! Just like Pebble, he doesn't understand why Scraps just simply dislikes you! His shoulders would drop as he would frown when he witnesses the whole thing and Goob is one of those toons where no one really liked seeing him sad. He is a pretty expressive fluffy craft, after all! It did get Scraps sad too when she sees her brother like this but she can't help it when you growl lowly, it gives her the chills!! Goob would try to think hard of something because he doesn't like it when his sister and his friend have this tense atmosphere as they make aggressive noises to each other.

-That was when Goob had the brilliant idea of doing an activity with you two, together. He figured it would be a good way to get to actually know each other and maybe.. not be so aggressive to one another? Normally at first, you two declined but when you two watched as Goob got sad, you decided to give in at the end with a sigh. This got Goob excited as he looked forward to it, running to get the art supplies ready. Drawing together with Scraps would always feel nice to him! He hopes you two would get along and share that feeling!

-The actual meeting did discourage Goob a lot as it was awkward with little talk but it was.. alright. You didn't need to talk that much if you drew, right? Scraps watched as you drew while she struggled with her claws, sighing and then switching to origami. She did like to draw but she would struggle and switch between the two activities. Her attention was all on the origami as she tried to not look at you. Things seemed.. okay for the most part, no arguing or making any sort of noises at each other. Her tail wagged low and slowly around as her hands worked hard.

-You thought the way she did origami was quite impressive and your grumpy mood slowly went away as you watched her work on it. Scraps might have claws but she knows how to do a good origami with all this paper and that around! She didn't really notice you staring, just doing finishing touches on it before making it a some sort of small creature and giving it to Goob to color, which he was so excited for, tapping his hands on the table as he thanked Scraps happily and hugging her! Scraps smiled as she patted his head and hugged him back. Maybe.. she wasn't as bad as you thought.

-After that, you decided to compliment Scrap's origami skills, which got her surprised as her eyes widened a bit and she blinked. She gave you a small smile as she thanked you and suddenly that tense awkward atmosphere left almost immediately. It got Goob smiling wider as his plan worked! He picked up a marker to start coloring the origami to give it more life while Scraps worked on another. The fluffy craft listened as you and Scraps started the small talk, talking about things and asking questions to one another. She also did compliment your drawing skills too, saying you draw nicely, it got your tail wagging a bit, happy for her nice words.

-While not an immediate success, you and Scraps stopped the whole thing with being angry at each other. She didn't mind being so close to you and it was more of a small talk than actually talking to each other. Hey, it was still pretty good progress at least! You two got slowly more comfortable with one another and she considers you a nice friend. She lets you know that when you growl, it gives her the chills and apologizes for being mean to you which you appreciate and apologize back, thinking it was because you were a canine which she surprised her and made her feel bad.

-You started to really like the way she leaves her origami around on random spots. It filled the place with her presence here and there which you liked. The most recent origamis would look even better with more lines as time went on, you could clearly see the improvement. You figured she leaves them around for Goob to grab and color or add small accessories before setting them back on the same place again. It must be a thing they love to do together, combining their own skills. Even without any colors and that, you loved to admire her skills, you couldn't help but let her know about it, making her giggle as she warmly smiles at you.

-As time went on and on, you and Scraps became closer and it was something that made Goob very happy and proud of himself! He smiled as he watched you two get along super well and he was just very glad that he helped. You never thought you two would catch feelings for one another but you were pretty happy when it became official. Scraps trusted you a lot and wasn't as scared when you make growls or anything like that, because she knew it would never be at her. She hopes you have enough space in your room because she is going to give you a lot of her origamis or drawings for you to do anything you wish with them!

Thank you for reading! <3

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ad0rechuu · 11 months ago

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (026) balloon flowers

WORD COUNT. 1157

WARNINGS. mentions of food, balloons, flowers, balloon flowers and yeonjun! can be considered suggestive if u really squint and move ur bang to read it again because of their position but there are no implications and it’s mostly just sweet and loving

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

AS SOON AS SUNWOO RUSHED TO OPEN THE DOOR, IT HIT HIM.

It was Berry. His new song was currently blasting through the speakers of your phone at the highest volume as you stood in front of his door with arms full of snacks and flowers.

“It was you!”

“Yes! Now please let me in, I’m gonna tumble over.”

His mouth made an 'o' shape and he quickly moved out of the way, letting you in his apartment.

After closing the door, he followed behind you as you effortlessly navigated the way to his living room. A slight reddish hue made its way onto his cheeks, finally taking in the situation. He cleared his throat and took stock of the items you lightly dropped on the table.

“So were the balloons also you?” He asked softly.

You reached behind you and nodded, holding the familiar purple flowers up to his face. “I left them tied to your car though, because I couldn’t carry them all. But I felt like they would match nicely with these.”

Taken aback, Sunwoo cautiously took the flowers before it hit him.

“They’re Balloon flowers?!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled at his reaction and nodded. The memory of the lady carrying those flowers complimenting your relationship played back in both of your minds.

“In my defense, I didn’t hear you knock over the music.” Sunwoo sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He hugged the flowers a little bit tighter with his free hand.

You shrugged, looking around the room. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He excitedly nodded his head at that and stepped closer.

“Yes, you are. You’re here. With me.” He softly agreed. “Thank you.”

Now it was your turn to get flustered, a weird feeling took over your insides and made you feel all… giddy at the proximity of his beautiful face and the sound of his sweet words. Playing with your fingers, you tried your hardest not to get distracted with thoughts of your dear friend.

“Do you, uh.. have a vase?” You asked, pointing at the bouquet in his grasp. “They were too expensive to just let die.”

Sunwoo laughed. He couldn’t argue with that. He motioned for you to follow him to the compact kitchen, nagging about your offensive distrust in his ability to have a plant as he looked trough the cabinets for the said vase.

You unwrapped the flowers from the paper around them, smiling in relief as you saw that they were already cut.

“What about this?” After some clanging behind you, he finally stood back up. You turned towards him to see him holding up a glass pitcher.

You quickly turned, stifling your laughter at his amusing— but admittedly, creative— idea.

“That’ll have to work.”

Rearranging the flowers with the help of a Youtube video resulted in a surprisingly messy kitchen counter, but a nice pitcher of purple flowers. And afterward, some more arguing about where Sunwoo should keep them. Eventually, you two found a fitting place in his bedroom.

You watched as Sunwoo took a picture of your gift, speaking up.

“If you kill them within a week, I’ll kill you next.” You announced.

“You’re so scary.. You should be nice to me!” He fake-shivered at your words, putting his phone in his pocket while following you out of his bedroom. “I’m literally a genius, you know.”

Scoffing, you turned around, pushing his chest, making him lose his balance and fall on the bed.

Seeing him fall brought a satisfied smirk on your face. Unfortunately, it only lasted a second as you didn’t expect him to clutch onto your shirt and pull you on top of him in the process.

You tried to get up, but he was fast in wrapping his arms around your waist, your knees folding next to his sides, basically making you straddle him. Feeling his grip tighten and his head aiming to cuddle into your shoulder, you immediately knew what he was thinking.

He still said it though.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, okay?” He asked. Instead of replying, you wrapped his arms around his neck as your answer. He felt you relax on top of him, one of his arms slowly starting to caress your back in silent affection.

“I missed you.” Sunwoo admitted first, not once halting his movements.

You rose a little, just enough for you to face him the best you could, a warm smile that knocked the air out of Sunwoo’s lungs spread over your face.

“I missed you too.” You said before returning to your previous position. “I’ve been thinking a lot.”

As you spoke, you played with the hair on his nape, while he rubbed circles now on the bare flesh underneath your shirt.

The feeling, as well as the action, was something you would easily be able to lose yourself in, making it dangerous. Yet you didn’t want it to stop.

Sunwoo felt his eyelids growing heavy at the sheer comfort your presence and warmth brought.

“Hmm. About what?”

“I’m gonna break up with Yeonjun.” You could barely get the sentence out as his eyes snapped open and his hand stopped moving.

His voice came out as a confused whisper. “What?”

“Yeah, I think the plan isn’t working out as we thought. And it's not worth spending any more time on. I want to move on. I don’t care about hurting him anymore.”

Sunwoo’s hands left your body as he sat up a little, leaning on his elbows. He looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“You don’t want to hurt him back anymore...?”

“No.” You shook your head, copying his actions and also sitting up, innocently resting your hands on his toned stomach.

Both of you stared into each other's eyes as silence engulfed the room around you. It wasn’t awkward or confrontational. Both of you were too deep in thought for any of that.

Despite his calm outer appearance, his heartbeat quickened and his mind went a thousand miles per minute. Sunwoo couldn’t get himself to stop gazing up at your features. Your adorable, pretty, sexy, perfect, familiar features. He couldn’t help that his temperature rose at the fact that all of that beauty wasn’t for him. The possibility of you putting a stop to all of this because Chaewon and your friends were right and you might have fallen for your unworthy boyfriend again dawned on him harder than ever before.

Little did he know that you were fighting your own battles inside your busy head. Something had been growing in your heart for Sunwoo. You had an inkling of a suspicion, but seeing his dark brown eyes stare into your own like this confirmed for you that maybe you have been looking in the wrong direction all this time.

A single peek at his lips was enough. Whatever was growing was ready to bloom (even if Sunwoo was worrying about the wrong flower blossoming).

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m-jelly · 1 year ago

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hi my dear jelly can I request a bad boy Levi x shy reader where Eren and Jean flirting with you and levi get mean and the reader gets fluster you decide the plot but kind of smutty please 🥺 ps love you're work

Naughty girl

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, tattoo artist Levi, shy reader, tattooed Levi, Levi has piercings, bad boy reader, dom Levi, established relationship, pet names, praise kink, fingers in mouth, fingering.

Levi sees his two tattoo apprentices flirting with you, his perfect and cute girlfriend. He tells the two off before dragging you off to his private tattoo room. He locks his door and reminds you who's perfect brat you are.

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Levi walked with his last booking for the day and talked with her about aftercare. He could tell she was trying to flirt with him, but he wasn't interested because he had the most beautiful and cute girlfriend ever. The love Levi had for you was so strong that he had a tattoo dedicated to you, it was a little bunny because you were his bratty bunny.

He made a note on some papers and whispered to the receptionist. He checked his diary and saw the woman was still waiting. He eyed her and frowned. "Can I help you?"

She blushed hard. "I uh..."

The receptionist chimed in. "Oh, Levi? Your girlfriend arrived while you were doing this lady's tattoo." She pointed outside. "She's having a chat with Eren and Jean."

The girl's shoulders dropped. "Girlfriend."

Levi slipped from behind reception. "Tch, those little shits are flirting with her." He stormed outside as both men were lightly touching you and complimenting your outfit. Due to you being so nice, you just smiled and thanked them. "Oi!" Levi slung his arm over your shoulders. "What the fuck are you two doing with my girlfriend? You should be inside practicing or you won't become artists. Now, get the fuck inside."

Eren blushed. "We didn't know she was with you, sorry."

Levi slipped his hand to your waist and yanked you against him. "She's mine. She's too shy and cute to notice bad flirting. Now go."

You gazed up at your boyfriend. "I'm sorry, Levi. I didn't know they were flirting with me."

Levi growled at you. "You are too sweet and innocent sometimes. Come with me."

"But Levi."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the shop and to his private tattoo room. "Don't move." He smiled when you stood there like a sweet little bunny as he locked his door. He turned to you slowly. "Little bunny brat."

You played with the bottom of your skirt. "Grumpy."

He moved closer to you with his tattooed hand reaching out. "Did you not know they were flirting?"

You shook your head. "No. Why would they? I'm yours."

He cupped the side of your face. "I love you, little bunny. You're my everything. You really don't know how beautiful you are." He bent his finger over your bottom lip. He smiled when you licked his finger and then bit his knuckle. "Good girl."

You sucked on his finger and mewled at him. "I'm good."

He dragged his finger over your lip and pushed his finger in and onto your tongue. He moaned as you sucked and moved your tongue against his finger. "I know you didn't know they were flirting. I shouted at them because I was protecting you. I worry about you."

You gasped when he pulled his finger from your mouth. "I know, Levi. I know you love me and I'm so shy sometimes that I just can't tell people to go away."

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "If anyone is bothering you, you tell me."

You nodded. "Yes. I will."

He tangled his fingers in your hair and leaned close with his lips almost touching yours. "You have such pretty lips."

"You should kiss them."

He chuckled at your words. "I will." He crashed his lips against yours then slipped his pierced tongue into your mouth. He moaned in delight when you shyly kissed him back. "I love you."

You shivered at his hot breath against your lips. "I love you too."

He held your neck and kissed you as his other hand dragged up your legs. "Can I touch you?"

You nodded as your legs started to shudder in anticipation and pleasure. You locked eyes with your lover and mewled as he delicately moved his fingers up and down your clothed heat. You gasped and felt yourself drooling with desire. You needed Levi's touch.

He dragged his fingers up and down into your panties. "Are you mine?"

You panted as Levi's warm fingers touched your clit. You gripped Levi's shirt and leaned towards him. "Y-Yes."

He rubbed your cheek and kissed you. "Good girl, my girl. Mine." He moved his fingers a little faster. "I love you."

You moaned. "I love you."

He pulled his fingers from you and lifted you up before lying you on his tattoo chair. He pushed his hand back into your panties and moved his fingers against you again. He leaned down and kissed you over and over.

You wiggled and rubbed your legs together causing Levi's hand and arm to be trapped. "Levi."

He pushed two fingers deep into you and started to rub your pussy walls. He watched you arch your back when his thumb moved against your clit. "Look at you, so cute and needy for me. You're my cute little bunny brat."

You gripped his shirt tightly. "I'm yours. Always yours."

He purred at you. "You always know what to say to me." He bit your lip. "Such a cute bunny. Your pussy is so hot and wet. You feel incredible."

You threw your head back as you felt your coil tighten. "Ah, mm, Levi."

"Cum for me, my love." He caressed your cheek and kissed you. "Show me how much you love this."

You clenched your toes tightly. "Mmm, fuck."

"Let go."

You bucked up when you felt the hot snap. You shivered in delight and went to moan out loud at your orgasm, but he crashed his lips against yours and moved his pierced tongue against yours. You hummed and felt your body slowly relax from your body-moving orgasm.

Levi pulled his fingers from your and held them before your face. He smirked as you squeaked a little. He stuck out his pierced tongue and began lapping up all of your sweet honey before your eyes. He hummed in delight before leaning down and kissing you.

You turned and rolled onto your side with your hands covering your face. "You're so naughty and bad."

Levi chuckled. "Isn't that one of the reasons why you love me?"

You nodded shyly and peeked between your fingers at Levi. "Mm. Yes."

He sat on the seat and began playing with your hair. "I love you."

You sat up and gazed at your lover. "I love you so much."

He leaned closer and kissed you. "I love you more." He tapped his forehead against yours. "You're everything to me." He let out a long sigh. "I wish I could make love to you right here and now, but we shouldn't."

You nibbled your lip. "When we get home."

He smiled. "Yes, my sweet bunny."

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jayke0 · 2 years ago

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You Know I Love It When You Beg

Pairing: Steven x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 2, Public Play

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: public play, vibrating toys (cock massager and insertable vibrator), Dom!Reader, Sub!Steven, teasing, cum in pants, cumming easily, who ever cums first gets fucked, mention of pegging, light mocking, name calling (just mild British insults), lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,071

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"Love, can we try something?"

Steven's voice echoes from the hallway as he approaches the kitchen where you're sat, phone in one hand and tea in the other.

"Mmmm depends... if it's anything like those cardboard tasting crisps, then absolutely not." You chuckle, but as you see Steven's nervous face your laughter is cut short, "Sure darling, what's up?" You put your mug down.

Steven chews the inside of his cheek (a habit you'd tried to get him out of months ago but to no avail) as he places the boxes on the table, sheepishly occupying the seat opposite you.

You examine one of them before holding it up next to your face. "Vibrators? Why are you so nervous about this? Not like we haven't used them before—"

"I wanna go out with them on, maybe to like, a posh restaurant or something," he quickly interjects. "I think it'll be... fun, if that's the right way to describe it. I'm sure I'll regret calling it that later." He chuckles a little uneasily.

"Oh."

The idea fills you with excitement, and that's evident by the grin that creeps across your face. "You sure you can handle that, sweetheart?" You batter your eyelashes at him and reach out to take his hands "You know how fast you cum."

Steven huffs in response. "All the more reason to do it! You're just as easy to work up, dear." He raises a brow at you before leaning closer "What's wrong, you scared?" The evil grin now plastered on his face instead.

"No! No... of course not— take that goofy look off your face—" you shove his head gently which results in a giggle from the man. "So you'll do it then?" He asks eagerly, and it's hard to say no to his stupid happy face.

You'd both agreed not to turn them on until you've actually reached the restaurant, otherwise it'd kind of ruin the whole fun of it… given how easy you both get worked up, despite how you argue that you don't.

Fortunately, you get seated in a somewhat closed off booth, and you notice how steven seems a little relieved at that.

"Steven."

"Yes, dear?"

"You look very handsome this evening." You compliment, and he's about to thank you for your kind words, but he's cut off by his hand slapping over his mouth.

"You bugger..." He manages to groan as he feels the vibrations already buzzing through his slacks.

You give him a smug look. "Oi, that's not a very nice way to talk me after i compliment you! Maybe I should turn it u—"

"No!" Steven's hand flies over your phone to protect his dignity. "Not yet... please." He breathes, giving those big puppy dog eyes that you always fall for.

"Oh baby, you know I love it when you beg."

That warrants a quiet whimper from Steven, and honestly you're surprised how he's already getting worked up over this; he must've been fantasizing about it for a long time.

Steven is patient though, always is, and that's one of the things you both love and absolutely hate about him, because he can edge you for hours sometimes, bring you to that cliff just to rip you away from it for the 6th time. He waits till you've relaxed before striking, waiting till you ask the waiter to take your orders to pounce on you.

A shiver runs up your back as you feel the buzzing perfectly stimulate your clit, the sudden feeling making you bite down on your lip hard. You briefly give Steven a death stare before continuing your order… only to feel him turn it up further. The vibrator is pressed against that sweet spot inside you, and you find it difficult to not rock back on it with the waiter breathing down your damn neck. You hide your moan with a cough and thankfully get through the order, and once the waiter is out of sight you turn Steven's all the way up.

His sly smirk is quickly wiped from his face as his hips buck forward instinctively and he hides his face in his hand.

"You prick," you mumble to him, now slightly rocking against the buzzing like you wanted to a couple of moments ago, "you handsome prick."

Steven looks at you, and you can see how fast his chest is rising and falling now, but the look he's giving you is one of complete submission; was it really that easy?

"Oh c'mon, you're not gonna cum yet are you, sweetheart?" You mock lightly while your hand rubs his shoulder. You lean in towards his neck and take in the smell of his cologne (your favourite one) before nipping the skin. "Don't cum Steven, I wanna get fucked tonight."

That, of course, only makes his situation worse, his face now beet red. "God, I can't help it, shit it feels so good." He moans softly and reaches for your phone to turn it down.

You let him, since you don't want it to be over too early… and you at least want your starter.

You're still rolling your hips towards the pleasure vibrating through your underwear when the waiter brings over your desserts, the starter and main having gone surprisingly easy despite both of you now huffing and arousal seeping through your underwear.

"Thank—yOU—" another moan hidden by a cough when Steven tries to embarrass you again.

You look at him darkly before running your hand over his thigh, resorting to the one thing that you know works on him; fuck cares if it's cheating.

"Please baby, I want you to cum for me..." you whisper in his ear with your best desperate tone, "Just want you to make a mess in your underwear, can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

And boom, that's all he needed as he shrinks in on himself and hunches over, his body shaking a little while his hips wildly buck against thin air. He can't moan, but there's pants reminiscent of whimpers that leave his lips, until eventually he calms down.

"Good boy." You praise and pepper kisses over his neck and cheek, hand running up and down his back comfortingly.

"I want you bent over the bed when we get home, yeah?"

All Steven can do is nod enthusiastically, his cock already growing hard again at the thought of you fucking him just the way he loves.

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bimbo-writer · 8 months ago

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She said fuck me like I'm famous

Contains: rockstar gojo, model reader, enemies to fwb, pet names, semi-public, praise, dumbification, semi hate sex, overstimulation, creampie, almost caught.

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Modeling in simple terms is not for the weak and definitely not for those who can't handle pressure. That's why when your agency asked if you'd be willing to do a duo shoot with a rockstar you complied. It wasn't like you hadn't done duo shots before so this shouldn't be too hard.

The only problem was that your agency purposely left out the fact that the rockstar you'd be working with would be Satoru Gojo. The absolute worst rockstar to work with. You knew this and so did your agency that's why they didn't tell you.

It wasn't like he was a straight up jerk but they way he talked to people and the way he treated others really pissed you off. Like he was somehow better than them because of his talent. You were also someone that people said was really gifted but you didn't brag about it 24/7 like he did.

That's why when you pulled up to the shooting location you almost walked back to the car that drove you there. You would have gone back home in a instant had it not been for your reasoning manager. "Come on please don't do this I know you don't like him but it's not everyday you get to model clothes for sakura blossom."

She did have a point this was one of the quickest growing clothing brands. If you did the job well your name could spread further than ever. You sighed deeply and nodded telling her you would go through with the shoot. Even thought you really didn't like Gojo.

You had to tell yourself it would only be for about 5 hours. Then you could go back to pretending he didn't exist. Simple really.

You walked up to Gojo and extended your hand, "Nice to meet you Gojo I'm with moonlight productions, I look forward to working with you." He didn't even give you a proper glance and just shooed you away.

Oh hell no

"I'm sorry but when someone, especially a lady extends her hand to you, you shake it" you spat angrily grabbing his hand and forcing him to shake yours. Everyone was kinda taken aback, no had ever really raised their voice to gojo. Gojo himself was stunned by your boldness, even a little impressed.

"Sorry dear but I only shake hands with those who have earned it, and by the looks of it you haven't." He spat back yanking his hand away from yours. The mood of the room shifted, tension building quickly.

Thankfully your manager was close by and dragged you away to be fitted for the clothes. If she hadn't there was no telling what you would have done. "Dear please don't do anything like that again we don't need rumors spreading."

You know she ment well but you just couldn't help getting mad at him for acting so stuck up. Like would it kill him to be a decent person? It wasn't something you should focus on for long, it would only distract you.

They fitted you for the clothes and had you go to the trailer they had and have you change for the first photo. The clothes looked nice on you, not something you yourself would wear but pretty. As soon as you stepped out of the trailer you were met with Gojo's piercing eyes.

"Doesn't someone look nice for once" it was a backhanded compliment. You knew he was just trying to get under your skin and get a reaction out of you. Too bad he wasn't going to get one.

You walked right past him back to where the cameras were set up and asked what poses you would be doing. To your horror though they said they decided to change the theme last minute to a fancy couple on vacation look.

You were used to having things changed last minute but this was something you weren't really sure of you wanted to do. You could feel Gojo's smirk from behind you, he was just loving this. "That's perfectly fine. It's just different is all."

You weren't going to let this upset you and give him a reaction. "Thank you for being so cooperative. So for the first pose we want you to lay on the couch with Gojo looking at you lovingly." God you wanted to gag.

With a small sigh you walked onto the set and layed down making sure to not wrinkle the clothes too much. While Gojo rested his head on the top of the sofa looking down on you. "Alright that looks good but can Gojo bring his head a little closer and maybe put your hand on her cheek."

Alright nope that wasn't going to happen. But before you could protest he already had his hand on your cheek rubbing it lightly. The action was supposed to anger you but you found yourself blushing a little trying not to look into his eyes. "Come on sweet cheeks you have to look at me remember?"

God you hated how the pet name made you weak. You looked into his eyes for but a moment long enough for them to take enough photos. "Alright that was good we're gonna go ahead and take another with the roles reversed this time."

Perfect.

This was your change to show him just how good you are at being a model and at being a flirt. As you got into position you realized that you were a little too short for this couch, arms being extended too hard. "Um is there anyway I could get like a step stool, I'm afraid I'm a little too short for this."

You hated this, it was so embarrassing for you. The staff didn't panic and brought you a step stool to kneel on so your arms wouldn't hurt as much. "You feel better now sweet cheeks?" You rolled your eyes grabbing his cheek a little rough forcing his face your way.

"I'm fine but are you darling? After all I'm the one looking down on you, this doesn't hurt your ego does it?" You smiled warmly at seeing his eyes widened a little before returning back to his signature smirk.

"Not at all, after all I'll be the one looking down on you later" his tone a little too seductive for your liking. You could hear the shudder of the camera, it's fine you just have to put up with him for a little longer. You wanted him to know just how much you disliked him so you grabbed a handful of his hair pulling him even closer to you.

"You sure about that honey" you decided to give him a little nickname too just to spite him. He didn't complian about how rough you were being with him but instead he pushed forward his lips metting yours. It caught you off guard and accidentally fell forward more trying to get back.

The camera man gasped while your managers simply giggled, much to your dislike. The camera clicked away quickly taking advantage of the situation. You quickly pulled away a little breathless and face flushed a dark shade of pink.

"What's the matter sweet cheeks a little kiss got you hot and bothered?" He was being an ass about it whispering to you as to not draw anymore attention to the two of you. That was the biggest thing you hated about him, just how smug he could be.

"For your information I'm fine lets just hurry and get this stupid photo shoot over with already". You motioned over to the photographer and waited for them to give you more instructions.

It didn't take long for them to run the two of you through the rest of the poses for the first few outfits. However you needed a break in between the first and second half as the second half would take place outside when it was darker. You started heading to the trailer they had for you until you felt a tug on your hand.

You looked back thinking it was probaly your manager but to your disappointment it was Gojo. "What do you want Gojo? This is my time to rest and be away from you". Your face giving away your annoyance before your tone could.

"Calm down princess I'm not here to be a bother I just figured we would spend a little alone time together. Y'know get to know each other a little more". You didn't like the way he worded his sentence let alone what his idea of getting to know him could be. However you didn't really need to push him away since he wasn't really being a bother.

"Fune but as soon as I'm annoyed with you, your out of my trailer". He smirked and allowed you to open the door for him and stepped in after you. He locked the door behind him and made himself comfy on the small couch in the trailer.

"So princess how long have you been a model?" You looked over from where you were standing and thought about it for a second before responding.

"I think next month will make my 5th year modeling but professional only 2 years". You hadn't been in the business for too long but drew enough attention to be highly respected.

"That's cute, I've been in the music industry for almost 6 full years now princess and y'know how famous I am right?" He asked as I'd he wasn't on almost every radio station and music platform. Unfortunately for him you liked be a tease to stuck up people like him.

"Can't say I do. I mean I barely knew your name until a couple weeks ago when my agency told me I would be modeling with you". It was a lie but you wanted to see what kind of reaction he would give.

"Is that so? Then why is it that you have a copy of my latest magazine in your trailer?" His question caught you off guard since you forgot your manager picked it up for you a couple days ago to see what Gojo looked best in. It was purely for research and not because you wanted to see him shirtless in the magazine.

"That's none of your business and that's not even mine". You tried to protest but he wasn't falling for it at all.

"Then why's it in your trailer princess? Unless it's yours you have no reason to keep a magazine that doesn't belong to you in your trailer". God why did he have to be such a persistent man?

"Okay so what if it's mine it's not like it means anything". You decided yo give up on trying to pass it off as someone else's. Even if it brought you shame it was better than trying to keep up with the lies.

"No I think it does mean something. I think you got it because even though you put up a front you actually like me. I've seen you at my concerts before and I promise I've never forgotten a person that's come to my concerts".

Fuck, he knew.

It wasn't planned, when you were still in training to be a professional model you were given tickets to go see him perform. At first you weren't going to but your friend convinced you it would be a waste if you didn't. So you went and were blown away at the vocals that Gojo had.

However that excitement was short lived as when he stopped singing to talk with the crowd he became the same smug Gojo you know today. You thought that it was just the fame getting to his head and that he was different off stage. But when you went home and looked up some of his interviews he acted the exact same.

And ever since then you made it your mission that if you ever worked with him you would show him that his ego needed to be much smaller than it was. "That concert I went to on a wim because my friend gave me the tickets. I didn't really want to be there but she would have been sad if I didn't". The was all there was to it nothing more.

"You say that but your face tells me otherwise, that you really liked my performance that night". He stood up and was now standing behind you pressed up against your back. "Just admit you like me" he whispered in your ear all to sweet, making it hard to resist giving in.

You crooked your head back against his shoulder staring into his deep blue eyes. They were always the one thing you liked about him, the fact that they looked so good on him made you flustered. "Like hell I'll ever say that I like you Gojo, I'm not some girl that you can just take in your trailer. I have my dignity after all".

He smirked at hearing you deny him. It was always more fun for him when he was denied because in the end he would get what he wanted. "Then if I talk about how much I want you, you won't fold?" He raised a brow as he asked the question.

You looked at the clock and noticed you still had about an hour before you needed to be ready. Plus seeing Gojo fail at something he is so proud of would be funny. "I'm game" with that he pushed away from you and went back to sit on the couch then patted his lap.

He seriously wanted you to sit on his lap? You sighed heavily and walked over to him but didn't sit wanting to test his patience. And clearly he wasn't having it because he pulled you into his lap quickly making you grind against his crotch.

"Gojo you can't do stuff like this!" You yelled but he cared very little what you thought, making you grind more. It was hard to suppress the sounds that treatned to spill from your lips. He knew this and forced you down harder wanting to hear the sounds you would make.

"Gojo- mhp stop this isn't professional!" You tried to reason with him but he wasn't listening to focused on the pleasure you were giving him.

"You know for someone how's complaining I'm not seeing you do much to stop me" and he was right. As much as you denied liking it you really loved it, being put on your place by the man you say you hate. It brought you great pleasure unlike anything else.

As much as Gojo loved seeing your composure break slowly he wanted to see you desperate for him. "You know you complain too much" with that he silenced you with a passionate kiss. It wasn't hard or extremely rough just filled with lust and need. The kind of kiss that made anybody weak.

That fact that Gojo was willing to kiss you like that made you shiver, he might have been an ass but he did care about you. You melted into the kiss allowing him to do whatever he wanted. The need to try and fight with him leaving your body.

He pulled away when you started to paw at his shirt, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you before quickly falling apart. "You seem go be enjoying this princess" his signature smirk made you want to punch him. But it also made you want to kiss him again.

"Shut up gojo" he pulled you down harder feeling his cock stir more. It was growing bigger by the second and felt heavy in his lap. He wanted to be inside you already, to see you fall apart completely for him.

"Oh fuck princess I can't take this much longer, do me a favor sick me off" with that he pushed you off. Making you fall to the floor and on your knees, turning around to yell at him you were met with his cock in your face.

The tip was red and it looked way bigger than it felt through his pants. You stared in awe for a moment before Gojo's voice brought you out of your daze. "See something you like?" He always had something smart to say.

You didn't answer him and just moved to start kissing along the base of his cock. He groaned feeling your lips on his cock, bucking his hips lightly. You pulled away completely much to his annoyance, "be patient you big baby". You teased moving back to kiss the tip, slowly moving back down to the base.

You wanted to take this part slow knowing once he was ready that he didn't plan on stopping. Unfortunately Gojo wasn't a patient man, his hand finding his way into your hair and forcing you to take his length.

It didn't hurt as much as you thought it would but it caught you by surprise and made you gag a little. You glared up at Goji but he couldn't care and actually found it rather hot. He liked the girls he fucked to have a little fight in them, made it that much sweeter when they submitted to him.

You bobbed your head up and down his clock allowing Gojo to guide you for the most part. You weren't taking all of him yet but he wants going to push you that far yet.

You wanted to tease him and see him falter from the whole play boy attitude. Slowly making your movements more precise and focussing your attention on the tip. His breathing became shallow and his thrusts started to be sloppy. He was close and you could feel it, his cock twitching ever so lightly in your mouth.

"Fuck princess you really know how to make me breathless" you smiled at his comment going even faster. He couldn't hold it in much longer and was spilling in your mouth after another thrust. His grip on your hair was bruising, he wanted to make sure you had no choice but to swallow everything he was giving you.

And you did, taking every drop of cum that he was giving you. Once he finished you pulled off his cock with a pop and wipped your mouth with the back of your hand. Gojo was just staring at you blankly, being the tease that you are you opened your mouth. Showing him that you had swallowed all of it.

He groaned at seeing you obediently showing him that you swallowed it all. His heart swelling with pride and making him hard again. "Such a good girl, now let me do the same thing to that pretty pussy of yours". His hand moving to bring you up off your knees before forcing you back into his lap.

His cock layed hard against your stomach showing just how far he was going to reach inside you. It almost made you nervous to take him but he pulled you into a kiss melting away that nervousness. "I'm gonna take care of you baby don't worry" his loving words making you wet again.

His hands moved toward your hips lifting you up slightly, before moving you down on his cock. It hurt being stretched out so much but it also felt so good. Inch by inch he slowly pushed his way inside you until he was all tye way to the hilt. The tip almost kissing your cervix, he held you still while you squirmed lightly. Lettung you get used to the feeling of him.

"Gojo... move please..." it came out as a whisper but he heard it loud and clear. His hands teasing your clit, rubbing light circles on the sensitive nub. Thinking he didn't hear you and was just playing with you whispered again just a little louder this time. "Gojo please..." the plea more desperate this time.

He smirked hearing you beg again, "please what princess? I'm not a mind reader you know". His tone coy and mischievous knowing full well that he knew what you were talking about. Bringing his hips down just a little to create some kind of friction between you two.

It irritated you that he wanted you to practically spell ot out for him. But as much as you didn't want to admit it you wanted him to fuck you and ruin you. "Please fuck me gojo" you grumbled louder as your blush deepened. He laughed a little which only aggravated you more but he did as you asked and started to thrust up into you slowly.

"Anything for you my baby" he purred against your ear as his hands moved to tease your nipples over the fabric of your shirt. A shudder ran through your body at the feeling of his fingers rolling your sensitive nubs. The situmaltuon from both ends causing you to squirm and whimper. His hips slowly moved back before slamming into you rough. His pace hard and fast from the get go, "gonna make you scream my name sugar".

The sound of his hips meeting your ass could be heard throughout the whole trailer and potentially outside. Though that didn't matter to you in the moment, all you wanted was for Gojo to make a mess of you. And he's was pushing his cock deeper and deeper into your sloppy pussy.

"Gojo... Gojo please more..." the plea leaving your lips as if it was your dying wish. And being the pleasing man he was he did, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. The sloppy sounds growing louder and echoing off the trailer walls.

It felt amazing and euphoric as his tip kept kissing against your cervix ever so lightly. "Fuck, fuck Gojo please don't stop...".

"Wasn't planning on it baby" his hands moving to spread your legs wider and give him a better view of his cock splitting you open. "God you look absolutely beautiful on me" he groaned, the sight of his cock starting to form a white ring at the base. The mention of you looking good on him made you wetter, being Gojo Satorus woman want exactly you wanted but it didn't sound that bad.

Right now though you weren't too busy thinking about it as he was brining you closer and closer to the edge. Just a little more and you would be coming undone, he could tell to and was just shaking at the thought of you cumming all over his cock. Being a shaking mess, whimpering for him to keep going and make an even bigger mess of you.

His hips coming up to meet your ass hard as his cock began to start twitching. "Gonna cum soon baby, need to hear you beg for me". He whispered into your ear, and just as he was about to let you go there was a knock at the door.

"Miss are you almost ready we need to be on set in about 30 minutes." His question catching you both of guard but only you froze in place. Gojo simply continued to pound you uncaring that there was someone on the other side of the door.

You frantically looked back at him trying to convey that he should stop but he didn't care nor did he want to. So it was left to you to try and respond to him without giving away that you were being fucked. "I- I'm almost down changing just give me a minute-" your senetce being cut short by kiss lips landing on yours. Muffiling what was left of the response as he completely dominated the kiss.

The guy didn't seem to notice and took his leave quickly after. Then it was just the two of you again. You pulled away from his lips and glared angrily at him, "what is wrong with you we could have been caught!" He just smirked and trusted up harshly the action making you moan.

"Calm down princess nobody would come in here without your permission. Plus you were gripping me real tight when you heard his voice. I think you wanted us to be caught." His teasing tone making you blush harder, and he wasn't wrong the thought of being caught had made you tighten around him.

"You're being ridiculous..." you stammered now feeling on edge again and so close to cumming your brains out. Hands gripping his shirt to try and stabilize yourself from losing it.

"Come on baby let yourself go and let me make you scream" he whispered his breathe fanning over your ear. Hips coming flush against your ass, tip kissing your cervix in a brushing manor. "Fuck- gonna cum baby, wanna see you let go" lips ghosting over your shoulder.

Small maons a and whimpseres were all you could respond with as your orgasm came crashing down on you. The clear liquid coating his cock and the floor, he released soon after you. Painting your insides white with his seed.

"Fuck baby your gripping me real tight wanna keep my cum that bad?" He teased riding out his high with you. Hands digging deeper into your thighs, small crescents forming from his grip.

As tye both of you came down from your highs you started to realize just what you and done. You fucked the very man that you said was just another loser in the world with too much of an ego. Now here you were split open on his dick and his cum deep inside you. A giant blush formed and he could see it all.

"Aww coke on baby don't tell me you're getting all shy now, after the fact?" His tone mocking, giving a small squeeze to your thigh again.

"I'm not it's just I..." you could find any words and just kept quiet. "Come on we need to get dressed this photoshoot isn't over yet". You grumbled trying to squirm out of his grip.

"Wow princess calm down, unless you want me to get hard again" he whispered, kissing along your neck.

"No don't do that, we seriously need to get dressed-" her sentence getting cut short by a small knock on her door.

"Miss its almost time for you get come out" her voice ringing out making her freeze in her tracks. Pussy pulsing a little.

"Baby your doing it again" his voice only loud enough for you to hear. You quickly clasp a hand obverse raise mouth before he does something stupid. Though it was of no use since he just used you to try and get caught. Giving a small thrust up into you making you whimper.

Your boss didn't notice and just waited for a reply. You glared back at Gojo before responding, "I'll be out in a minute just go tell them for me please". She said okay and left, now it was just you and Gojo alone.

"What is wrong with you!?" You turned to scold him but he just laughed.

"Sorry princess but I couldn't help it" his smirk making you both turned on and irritated. Though right now you couldn't tell which one you were feeling more. "Just pull out so we can change" you pushed on his shoulder to put you down.

He laughed and slowly pulled out a small glob of his cum spilling out with him. You looked down and decided to not worry about it right now. Just as you were going to grab a wet towel Gojo stopped you. "I was thinking you keep it in" he cooed.

Your eyes widened in horror at his suggestion, now that could really get the two of you caught. But part of you thought you've come this far why not just do it. So you did getting dressed and pushing your panties up to keep his cum snuge inside you.

You walked out of your trailer and there were a few people around that saw you exit with Gojo but they didn't say anything. Just as you saw your manager you walked over to her, Gojo pulled you to his side and made an announcement.

"From this day forward this little cute is my girl" everyone just looked at the two of you in shock. You yourself were stunned at his words, sure you fucked him but seriously!?

He pulled you to kiss him in front of everyone before whispering in your ear. "Be mine and you'll be getting creampied all the time baby".

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