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honey-im-hotdog · 2 years

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Make Me Melt

Ty Shaw x reader

Author’s Note: Look this is short, I know. BUt there is nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, for this man and I have to change that damnit! He deserves better, this sweet angel baby! I hope you enjoy!

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Words: 0.7k

Warnings: pet names (baby, darlin’, and sweetheart); mention of cotton candy; the fair; earrings, but could be read as clip-ons or the pierced kind (and even then the type of earring isn’t specified); fluff, like too much. I think that’s all.

Summary: A little sweet moment between reader and Ty while they’re on a date at the fair.

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“Oh, look!” You grab Ty’s hand and start tugging him along, “C’mon, c'mon!”

He chuckles as you somewhat manhandle him to the booth with handcrafted jewelry. He seriously can’t get over how excited you are—how excited you’ve been all day, honestly. When he had first suggested going to the annual fair for a date, he hadn’t expected you to jump at the idea. And even then he had wrongfully assumed you two would mostly walk around, enjoying the colors and sounds and smells, and the joy radiating throughout the place. Maybe go on the ferris wheel, let him win some stuffed animal for you.

But oh boy, was he way off! If he had been any less enamored with you, he’d probably complain about his hand cramping from how tight you’d squeeze it in excitement. You had nearly bounced in your seat the whole way to the fair since he picked you up; and then squealed every time you saw something you wanted to check out. And to think that you hadn’t even made it to the cotton candy stall yet…

“Ooh. These are so beautiful!” Ty zones out as you converse with the girl manning the stall. He can’t take his eyes off you. The pure joy vibrating off of your body is enough to fill the place single-handedly. He finds the lights and colors reflecting in your wide eyes more beautiful than the actual thing. For the hundredth time that day, Ty asks himself, how did I get so lucky?

He zones back in when you let his hand go to pick up two earrings, one on the daintier side, and the other chunkier.

You hold each one up to your ears and look in the small mirror attached to the stall. “Hmm, they’re both so pretty. I don’t know,” you blink at your reflection. Turning to your boyfriend, you ask him what he thinks.

Ty’s first reaction is to giggle at how serious you look, but then he schools his expression into a faux serious one, with his lips pouting and brows furrowed. He lightly pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face this way and that, as he hums. “I like this pair,” he indicates the ones in your right hand.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Frames your face better,” he gives a too-serious nod.

You laugh and pivot back to the girl, handing over the pair he had picked out and putting the other one back. “How much?” you ask as you look down into your tote bag for your wallet. However, when you turn to hand over the money, you notice Ty having paid already.

When you whine out his name, he chuckles and replies with: “Lemme treat ya, baby.”

And god, does the way he says “baby” melt your insides.

Ty throws an arm around your shoulders as you both move on from the booth. You’re still admiring your newest purchase when you feel your boyfriend tug you to a stop. Looking up with a curious expression, you’re met with his brilliant smile.

“Well? C’mon, put ‘em on!”

You smile, a bit bemused, and shrug your shoulders up, “What, now?” He nods in response. You laugh a little as you reply, “Ty, I might need a mirror—”

Before you’re even finished with your sentence, he says, “‘s okay, you got me, darlin’,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your hands, which had been holding up the earrings, fall down to your sides and your shoulders shag, mouth falling open slightly. His words melting you right into a puddle. You lean into him, hiding your face against him, and you whine out his name again, “You can’t just say things like that to me!”

His chuckle vibrates through his chest as he envelopes your shoulders underneath his arms, one hand cupping the back of your head and pulling you tighter into him. “Why not, baby?”

“Because you turn me into goo!” Your hands fist his shirt by his hips and tug him closer. “Stop making me fall deeper in love with you, Tyler!”

You feel his warm breath against your head as he nuzzles you, “No can do, sweetheart.”

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lustaffairs · 8 months

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Masterlist (across the multiverse)

dark!Steve x boss!reader

Cal (Bikeriders) x reader - DEAD DOVE

steady as she goes - Clement Mansell

Amos Jenkins x sex worker

Amos Jenkins x married reader

Donald Pierce x captive reader

Kaden, flight delay

Mo Lundy

Tynan (Beckett) blurb

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The Raid: dark!Steve x reader x dark!Javi

Beach Walks: surf instructor!Billy

Raider Joel: Carter

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Current characters

Billy (Skeleton Twins)

Clement (Justified: City Primeval)

Donald Pierce (Logan)

John McBride (the Cursed)

Kaden (2/1)

Mo Lundy (The Free World)

Steve Murphy (Narcos)

Ty Shaw (Vengeance)

Will write:

100-1k smutty ficlets. I wanna dip my feet here.

You can prompt w/ pic, gif, or basic scenario.

x f!reader, canon pairings, can try x gn

Will not currently do:

Plot (lmao sorry)

Domestic fluff

Anal

Non-sexual bodily functions

Kinks with rules to follow, like bdsm.

Videos

narcos - steve/connie nsfw vid

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ilovewhiteroses · 2 years

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Play Pretend

Pairing: Actor!Ty Shaw x Female Agent Reader Genre: Fluff, humour, drama Warnings: Some smut and curse words Rating: 18+ Notes: - This time I wanted to write about another Boyd character, Ty Shaw from the 2022 movie 'Vengeance'. - The story is set in an alternative universe, where Ty is an actor who does romantic comedies - Thank you @jessamydreams for the main idea and Dax @ruflirtingwithme for the southern euphemisms 💕💕

Ty Shaw, the charming actor, has hired you as his agent and assistant. One day he was invited to a wedding. Since he was single and didn't want to go alone, he asked you to play his girlfriend

Despite becoming a popular actor, Tyler Clayton Shaw remained the nice guy he always was. Born and raised in Texas, Ty has always valued family and his mom taught him to always respect women. He liked hamburgers, especially when they came from a fast food restaurant called ’Whataburger’, and he also liked conspiracy theories. People told him that he had both the looks and the talent to be an actor. Ty himself toyed with the idea several times, and finally decided to move to New York to find an agent and go to auditions. The plan worked and soon after he became the new heartthrob of romantic comedies.

Unfortunately, however, poor Ty has had a hard time lately. His sister, Abilene died last year, and now his girlfriend broke up with him a few weeks ago. In addition to all this, his career began to decline and the good roles avoided him. Ty was so distraught by these that he decided to retire from filming for a while. He didn't leave his house and didn't answer the phone to anyone except his mother or grandmother. This went on for a few months until one day Ty decided: he would return to acting, but this time he wanted more dramatic roles. He fired his old agent and moved to Los Angeles.

You were sitting in front of your computer as you just uploaded your resume to a job search site. You worked as an agent and assistant in Hollywood and now you were looking for a new job. Your most recent client was a talented, young actress who was suddenly overtaken by popularity and unfortunately, that came at a price. She went to clubs to party more than to work on sets. At first you tried to help her, but even after several requests she refused to change so you quitted. You hoped that your new client would be a much more mature and responsible person.

You didn't have to wait long, a few days later your phone rang.

"Hello! Am I talking to Y/N?” asked a pleasant male voice with a southern accent.

"Yes, it's me."

"Great! My name is Ty Shaw.” the name was familiar to you. "I recently moved here from New York and I'm looking for a new agent. I read your resume and called to ask if you would work for me. You don't have to answer now, I'd like to meet in person before that." he said kindly. You agreed and decided on where the meeting should be.

The meeting took place in a fancy restaurant, which was popular among celebrities. Ty told you about his career and why he moved to Los Angeles, and you told him about your past clients. You found him likable. In fact, even a handsome guy. No wonder that fans were so into him. He was tall, blond, and blue-eyed - like the prince in the fairy tale, only in person. In addition, all this was accompanied by a deep, sexy voice... but stop it right there! Your job was to take care of his acting career, you weren't allowed to think about other things.

So you started working for him. You called several directors and producers to let you know if they know of any drama projects, because your client was looking for just such opportunities. Until there was nothing interesting, Ty started to workout again and paid more attention to his inner peace, because deep inside he still couldn't move on from the bad things that previously happened to him. Over time he opened up to you and told you what hurt his soul. You listened to him and gave him advice. You not only looked for good roles for him, but you paid attention to him as a person and he appreciated that.

When there was something that caught his interest, you called the director and went to the meeting with Ty. He was considered for one of the lead roles in a yet-untitled family drama, which would be a great opportunity for him to make a comeback. Filming will start in a few months, and Ty had time to immerse himself in the script and prepare for the role.

Lately, you've realized that you're not just co-workers anymore, but friends. Ty often told you about his childhood in Texas and his family, sometimes he was explaining you wild conspiracy theories. You liked it that he was so honest and sweet with you. Of course, just like all celebrities, Ty also went to parties, but with responsibility, because the paparazzi were everywhere and he didn't want to bring shame on himself and his family by being photographed in a drunken state. You were very happy about this.

One day when Ty got home after swimming in the ocean, he found an envelope in his mailbox. Official and film stuff was sent to your office, personal letters went to Ty. Inside the envelope was an invitation: it turned out that his childhood best friend, Gerry was getting married in the Bahamas. Ty whistled as he read the text with a tasteful font.

"Wedding on an island? Look at that! Gerry, things turned out well for ya!" he said approvingly as he ran a hand through his hair and entered his house. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't seen Gerry for a long time, but Gerry must have read about him on some celeb gossip website and knew about his breakup. Shit! Everyone will go with their partner, and he didn't have anyone. Ty didn't want to be pitied for being single. He had to figure something out: who could he take with him? He looked at the names in his phone and caught his eyes on yours. It's true that you were his agent, but at the same time, you were also his good friend. He thought about what it would be like if he asked you to play his girlfriend.

In the late afternoon, you were in the kitchen putting the dirty dishes and cutlery into the dishwasher when the bell rang. You went outside and saw Ty.

"Hi! What's up?" you asked as you let him in and invited him into your apartment.

"Nothing special. I mean…the thing is…well…” Ty was visibly embarrassed, searching for words. "I was invited to my childhood friend's wedding."

"That’s great! And where will it be?” you asked as you went back to clean up. You didn't leave it there just because he was present.

"In the Bahamas." Ty replied, rocking himself back and forth slightly in confusion.

"Wow! Then it will be very nice! And who are you taking with you?” you asked. Only after a few seconds of pause Ty spoke.

"Well, that's why I came. I was thinking what if… well… if you pretended to be my girlfriend.” Hearing the request, the glass almost fell out of your hand.

"What?" you couldn't believe your ears. In your career, you have never been asked by a client to do something like this.

"You can say no, I would completely understand it. I could look for someone else."

"No, it's not that, it's just that I'm your agent and I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Look, let's just pretend that we're together and after that we can go back to the old ways." Ty said, somewhat relieved.

"Well, if you insist on it, then fine, I'll pretend I'm your girlfriend. But no funny business!” Ty put his hand over his heart.

"I promise I'll be a gentleman the entire time, ma'am."

"Okay then. Now that you're my “boyfriend”, in return, tomorrow, you have to come look at clothes with me for the wedding." you told him with a grin. Ty rolled his eyes and smiled.

So that's how you became Ty Shaw's new girlfriend and you hoped that you would give an authentic performance. And then, what trouble can come out of this? You go and have a good time, that's all.

To get used to each other, you arrived on the island a week before the wedding and stayed in an elegant hotel room. The furniture in the room and the bathroom were decorated in white and cream colors, and the balcony provided a magnificent view of the blue ocean. You unpacked and looked around.

"This is breathtakingly beautiful!" you said leaning back on the bed.

"It is. This is the most beautiful hotel room I have ever been in.” he said and sat next to you on the bed. You closed your eyes and rested for a few minutes, because you were exhausted from the flight. Ty looked at you in silence, admiring your beauty. For a moment, it was as if he felt something for you…

You opened your eyes and sat up.

"What shall we do?" you asked him.

"I think we should go and eat at a restaurant and then have a good night's sleep. We'll see Gerry and his family tomorrow.”

"Okay."

You went out for dinner then Ty signed autographs and took selfies with some fans. After returning to your room, you quickly brushed your teeth, had a shower and put on your oversized t-shirt and panties combo.

"I'm done, you can go now." you said to Ty who was sitting on the sofa waiting his turn.

"I’ll go then." he said while looking at your nice legs. For a moment, just for fun, he imagined what could be under your t-shirt...

"Where do you want to sleep?" you asked him, jolting him back to reality.

"Well, uh, the sofa will be fine for me, you just sleep in the bed." he replied scratching his head in confusion.

"Sure?"

"Sure."

You packed away your used clothes and were preparing for a new set for tomorrow, when Ty took off his shirt and flashed you his sexy, naked upper body. As much as you liked the sight, you tried to stare at him unobtrusively. He's your client! The sentence echoed in your head. Ty went into the bathroom and you got into bed and turned on the TV until you both fell asleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night and went to Ty. You woke him up softly. You took off your t-shirt and leaned in to kiss him. A little later you and him were rolling naked on the bed...

Your phone's alarm went off. You turned it off and went back to bed for a few more minutes. You buried your face in your hands. You had a very sexy dream last night that seemed quite real. You couldn't help it because Ty was a very attractive guy. But even then, you were already embarrassed by the thought of how you would be able to look him in the eye after this.

In the coming days, you met Gerry and his future wife, Vanessa, their relatives and the other guests. Fortunately, you played the boyfriend and girlfriend with convincing authenticity, and everyone believed that you were a couple in love. Meanwhile, you and Ty sometimes went for a walk on the beach, hand in hand, and to avoid the fans at the restaurant, you took dinner up to your room. After a few days, you both felt as if you had been in a relationship for a while. You laughed a lot and debated various interesting and less interesting theories. In addition to these, of course, sex was also discussed and you learned a few intimate things about each other.

When you went swimming in the ocean, you put on your sexiest bikini. "Lord have mercy!" Ty said to himself. While you were happily swimming, he started to fantasize...He imagined kissing your neck and untying your binding top and bottom, and then you would make love on the beach...You often hinted at naughty things and looked at each other's bodies when you had the chance. Although you were still sleeping in the bed and he was still sleeping on the sofa, the sexual tension between you was obvious.

Three days before the wedding, you went partying at one of the local clubs. You danced a lot and drank tequila. When you were no longer thirsty, you asked Ty to teach you some southern euphemisms.

” Good Golly Miss Molly! I’m bein' two sheets to the wind.”

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I'm fucking drunk! Hehe!” Ty said laughing so hard he almost fell off the bar stool.

"Say more of these!" you pleaded.

"What's that, sweetheart? You likin’ the southern style? Okay, listen: Bless yer heart. It can mean good, but it can also mean fuck you.”

"Oh. Then I'll pay attention when I say it."

"There is also: To be six ways from Sunday. It means my brain is so scattered it's thinking six ways from Sunday or I got so much to do, I'm just six ways from Sunday.”

"These are so good!" you told him biting your lip. As a result of the drink, his accent came out even more, which you found very sexy.

"Right?" Ty asked and looked into your eyes before grabbing your shoulder. "I think it's time..hehe..to go back to the ho..tel."

You somehow managed to get back to your room. You didn't turn on the light because it would have disturbed your eyes and then the moonlight illuminated the room just enough.

"I think... I'll go and take a shower." you said and were about to head to the bathroom when Ty grabbed your arm and pulled you close. You looked deeply into each other's eyes. Your heart started beating faster than it should. Emboldened by the alcohol, Ty kissed you as an experiment. You closed your eyes and felt his soft lips on yours. When Ty felt you weren't protesting, he held you closer to him and you tilted your head a little to the side so you could kiss each other more passionately. You stopped and pulled your clothes off each other. Not long after, you found yourself naked in bed. Ty started kissing your breasts, licking your nipples. This made you moan out loud and he took that as encouragement and went lower. He gently bit your thighs and then started to pleasure you with his tongue in your most intimate part. It was so good and he was doing it so well that you started to squirm under him and grip the sheets wildly. When you were wet enough, Ty stopped.

"I'll bring a condom, don't go anywhere!" he said enthusiactically.

"I won’t." you said and laughed.

Ty came back and tore the condom open with his teeth, put it on him and leaned over you. He kissed you and carefully placed himself inside you. You imagined him to be just like this... You scratched his back while he moved his hips with wild thrusting movements. You had such a crazy good time that you were surprised that the bed didn't break. You've wanted this ever since you met him and now your wish has finally come true...

The next day you woke up with a hangover and a headache. Before you got out of bed, you saw your crumpled clothes on the floor and you looked behind you to see Ty lying on his stomach and snoring loudly. This was already suspicious to you, then you looked under your covers and saw that you were naked...

Oh God, no.

The realization sobered you up almost immediately, although your head still hurt. What happened last night? You had a couple of drinks and laughed a lot, then you got back to your room and... well, exactly what you thought happened.

You felt terrible, you felt like you made a mistake.

You got out of bed and looked for painkillers, while Ty slowly regained consciousness. He turned on his back and opened his eyes.

"Hey! What are you doing?” he asked lazily. You didn't dare to answer him. You took the medicine and pretended to pack in your bag in your embarrassement. When you heard Ty swearing softly to himself, you felt nervous. As embarrassing as it was, you had to settle things. You walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed.

"My head hurts like hell! Wait a minute? Why am I naked and what are my clothes doing on the floor...and yours?" he asked as he slowly scanned the room with his eyes before returning to you. "Did we…?"

"Yes. I'm afraid. Look, this shouldn't have happened.”

"Fuck no! Fuck!" Ty said angrily as he got out of bed. "No! This shouldn't have happened! Just because we pretend to be a couple, we shouldn't have done it!"

"We drank too much that night and we both lost control." you tried to explain the situation. Ty tried to say something but couldn't find the words. You just looked at each other in silence for a few minutes, then he spoke.

"You're right. We were both drunk and then... As embarrassing as it is, let's try to pretend like nothing happened."

"It won't be that easy." you told him between deep sighs.

Another few seconds of silence followed.

"You know what? I think it would be better if I went to another room until Saturday, so that I could clear my head and think about us. Will we still be able to maintain our working relationship and friendship after this?" he asked with sad eyes. You nodded, you also thought it would be better if you separated for a while. Ty also took painkillers, showered, and then called the reception to ask for another room. He gathered his belongings and left.

You didn't see him until the day of the wedding. You were trying to think about what to do next. It is certain that you can no longer regard each other as mere friends. You hoped Ty wouldn't think of firing you. The thought felt like a punch in the stomach.

Saturday has finally come. You wore a peach-colored dress with straps, because the invitation stipulated that the guests should wear brightly colored clothes. You went to the beach, almost everyone was already there. Until the ceremony started, you admired the wonderful decorations and flowers, while you chatted a little with the people you met during the week.

"Where is your boyfriend?" asked one of the bride's friends. You had to come up with something fast.

"Well, um. He still had a few phone calls to make, but he'll be here soon." you replied with a forced grin. Once everyone had arrived and taken their seats, the ceremony began, but Ty was still nowhere to be seen. You were just starting to worry when luckily he appeared and sat next to you.

"Am I late?" he asked, adjusting his cufflinks.

"No, it's just beginning." you answered You took a closer look at him. He looked so good in his elegant suit that it made your heart flutter. Feelings swirled inside you. You wanted Ty to be there with you and not. You wanted him, but at the same time you didn't. You enviously looked at Gerry and Vanessa, the happiness on their faces and sighed sadly.

You tried to have a good time at the wedding party, the delicious food and drinks made you forget your bad mood for a while. You talked to Gerry's mom and you saw Ty talking to several women. As you watched him cheerfully chatting with them, you didn't like the sight, in fact, you were almost jealous. To overcome this feeling, you quickly went to the bar to have a drink and then looked for a good guy to dance with. You found a dance partner in one of Gerry's colleagues. He was very nice and couldn't help but compliment you on how pretty you were. While you were dancing, you noticed Ty, who was also dancing with a woman he was talking to earlier. He was looking at you intensely, as if he wanted to annoy you.

A little later, you sat at one of the tables and looked at your phone. A slow song started playing and Ty walked over to you and held out his hand.

"May I ask you for a dance?" he asked you like a southern gentleman. You nodded, put down the phone and gave him your hand. He led you to the dance floor and gently put his arm around your waist. You started swaying to the slow tune.

"I forgot to say, but you look beautiful."

"Thanks, others have already said it." you replied somewhat sarcastically. Ty could feel that you were angry.

"Look. I would like to apologize for requesting another room and disappearing for a while. I thought about the two of us and what happened. The fact is that I've had a lot of fun with you for the past few days and well...I have to admit, the sex was amazing too. We took our role a little too seriously." he smiled in embarrassment and continued. "Despite what happened, I would like you to remain my agent, but after this we can only have a working relationship, nothing more. I hope you understand." he said in a more serious tone this time.

"Yes." you answered. His words nearly broke your heart...

Slowly everyone left, you also returned to the hotel. Ty wished you goodnight and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going to his own room. Tired and with a heavy heart, you washed off your make-up, showered and then tried to sleep a little. The next day you and him took the early evening flight back to Los Angeles.

Ty was about to start shooting the movie soon, which would hopefully bring him back to the top league of Hollywood. He kept his word and now really only saw you as his agent and assistant. You only spoke on the phone and only met in person when you gave him a script. You were bitter that your friendship turned into this, but you kept to your agreements.

Lying in your bed at night, you thought about Ty a lot. It true that he was an actor, but when you were on the island, you felt that his feelings for you were genuine. The way he looked at you, that look was everything. Then you remembered that night. His kiss on your lips, on your body, the smell of his skin, the weight of his body on you, your lustful moans... You had to admit, you missed him.

A couple of weeks later you got a text from Ty.

Can we talk? In person.

You wrote back yes, and then your doorbell rang. You were surprised, but you went outside and it turned out that he was standing at the gate. You let him in into your apartment.

"If you're wondering, there were more roles, but none of them were of interest to you..."

"That's not what I came for." he cut you off suddenly. "I want to talk to you, tell you something." he said seriously. You gulped.

"What would it be?"

"Um." Ty looked away for a moment, then continued. "You know that I'm already preparing for the role and I've been thinking about things, including us. When we were on the island and when I realized what we had done in the morning after the night, I panicked and was confused. I needed some time to clear my mind. We've been getting along so well so far and you know, I've been toying with the idea of what if..." he pointed to you and then to himself. "You and I...we'd try. Because let's face it, we're two adults who know each other pretty well and know what's under the other's clothes." Ty said half-jokingly.

"Are you serious?" you asked because you thought he wasn’t.

”If I wasn’t serious, I wouldn't be here now and I wouldn't have said these things."

Hearing his words calmed you, because you were convinced that he had come to tell you that he could no longer work with you and that you were fired.

"Well, you know, what you said, they crossed my mind too, but… if you're really serious about this, then I think we could try.” you said with a half smile.

You talked about that you will start dating and will take it slow and see how things will go later between the two of you.

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messenger-of-stupidity · 1 year

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Chaos in your mind

I’m caving. I’m writing comfort. But also not really comfort because if I’m miserable so does my writing.

Ignore me, I’m feverish.

The story is short, but I like it anyways. >:) (ty @/soup-scope for helping me i literally couldn’t think how to continue it without knowing what he would call them)

CW: Fluff, little angst, GN self insert character, sick comfort

Redacted Masterlist

Summary: He knew you were strong, but you did know that it was okay to need help, right?

Taglist: @itsrubesshawty @soup-scope @darlin-collins @angel-shaw @littleladymoonbug @friendsareoptional @davidsfanclub

Cam had many charges. They ranged from young children who he soothed the fear of nightmares from, feeding on the child-like wonder as exhaustion made their eyelids drift shut. He didn’t worry so much about wiping their slates clean, if they remembered him. He liked the child-like wonder and awe. And, as bad as it sounded, it wasn’t any kind if risk of covert breach. No one believed kids anyways. A harsh reality, but a truth nonetheless.

Some charges were empowered, knowing the truth of his existence in this plane. Others were unempowered. If they were old enough, he would wipe their memories clear of him, leaving behind only the serenity he had brought them.

Some had trouble sleeping. Others had trouble with family and friends. No matter what it was, it caused little knots for the daemon to work on unraveling. He would never compare his ability to that of his empathetic counterparts. But a daemon needed to feed and he couldn’t rely on the Department for helping him with that.

But you were one of his more unique cases.

Cam would never claim being an expert in human biology. Far from it. Expert in detecting emotions? Definitely, but it was far easier. He didn’t know the specifics of why one human might die from a disease that another human survives. It had never concerned him. He felt bad for the ones who didn’t survive, but he couldn’t bring people back from the dead.

You were often sick. One moment you could be running around in the sunshine outside and then be buried under several blankets as you shakily pressed a tissue to your nose with your face flushed from fever. He felt sympathetic for you. Although he supposed empathy would also fit the situation since he could taste your misery, salty on his tongue. If he was an inchoate he might have tried to eat it and take it away for you. But alas, he couldn’t.

So at present moment, he was helping wrap you up in a blanket, your eyes glossy with fever. He had needed to introduce and explain everything all over again when he came to you, but he was wondering if that would even be necessary now or if you would think he was simply some kind of fever dream. Hopefully you would. But that could be messy the next time he showed up. No, it was best you forgot him.

“There you go, dearest.” He murmured as he made sure you were covered with the blanket. You would probably undo it all when your body grew too warm, but for now you were shivering.

“I’m sorry, Cam.” You whispered, your fingers fidgeting with the blanket. He sat down on the edge of your bed, his head tilting slightly. You had so many knots. A part of him wondered if the knots helped lower your immune response so you got sick more easily. He didn’t know if they were capable of that kind of effect. Maybe he would ask one of his own kind if they knew.

“Whatever for?” He returned. You didn’t pause your fidgeting and Cam took in a slow breath as he watched another knot start to twist. Your guilt tasted sour on his tongue, and he was glad he couldn’t consume it.

“That you have to take care of me. I’m sorry for being so time consuming and burdensome.” You explained. His heart squeezed at that, even as he understood where your guilt was coming from. It was based within falsity though.

“Dearest, you don’t need to feel guilt for something like that. This isn’t in your control, you can’t blame yourself. Besides, I like helping so it’s not like you’re making me do something I don’t like doing.” He said quietly, trying to assuage the guilt. Poor sweet little human. The guilt lessened, but didn’t go away entirely. Cam still felt the acidic residue on his tongue. He pressed his lips together.

“But...” You mumbled, a protest bubbling in your throat. Cam brushed your hair away from your face, his thumb swiping along your hot forehead.

“No buts. I told you I came here to help you, and that’s what I’m doing. I like helping you, dearest. So please don’t feel guilty. You should never feel guilty for needing help.” He said softly. Your eyes closed briefly against the cool touch of his skin, but you opened them again. Still so feverish. Perhaps your mind would forget him entirely anyways once he rifted away. You gave a small shake of your head, lips pursing. Cam smiled softly at your stubbornness.

“What if you get sick because of helping me?” You asked, switching tactics. It’s like you were looking in any way to blame yourself for needing his help. How many times in your past were you forced to be strong and take care of yourself without any support?

“My kind can’t catch the illness that plagues you, dearest.” He said softly. He could see the gears within your head still turning as you tried to blame yourself for something else. He continued before you could get the chance to try again. “If you really do want to help me, you can calm down and let me help.” He could see the confusion blossom on your face.

“How does that help you?” You asked quietly. He stood up and grabbed the glass of water from your nightstand, tipping it to your lips. You let him pour some water into your mouth as he explained.

“Well, like I said before, I’m a serenity daemon. I feed on the serene emotions human exhibit. By helping you, it makes you feel more calm and I’m able to satiate my hunger.” He wished he could tell you that he wanted to help you. Even if he wasn’t able to feed because of it. But you weren’t at the point where you could accept help given purely for the sake of care. He hoped one day you wouldn’t see help as a need for transaction. But until then, he would go along with it and try to help you heal whatever emotional scar you carried with you.

Your guilt slowly faded from his tongue, and he swallowed down the relief that poured from your every pore instead. A soft little sigh left his nose as he set the water glass back down.

“Okay. I’ll calm down.” You murmured. He nodded and sat back down on the edge of the bed while he drank in the emotions. He kept a vigil as you tried to get comfortable. “Tell me a story, Cam?” You whispered to him. He nodded again.

“There were once beings of immeasurable power in a land called Aria...” He began. He told the story of the sky gods, watching as your eyelids drooped. Your breathing evened out and he waited a few more moments before stopping his story. Your breathing was the only sound in the room. He smiled softly and brushed a hand on your forehead.

“Rest well, dearest.” He murmured. Cam debated for a moment whether or not to take the memories. In the end, it was better for you to not have known him at all. And so he did.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted camelopardalis #comfort fic #redacted self insert

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breedaboyd · 1 year

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36 + ftm with Ty?

Preferably something to do with riding wearing his hat?

(Gif by me.)

Prompt: "Please, let me touch you."

Pairing: Ty Shaw × FTM!Reader.

Word Count: 1.2k+

CW: Dom/sub, fluff, pegging, topping from the bottom.

A/N: You said you wanted riding while wearing his hat? (And you didn't say who was riding who 👀👀) I may have gone a little OTT with this one...

In your bedroom, Ty's straddling your lap, his bare chest heaving, his hands held firmly behind his back as per your command. The only thing on him is his cowboy hat.

His breaths come in ragged, uneven bursts as he tries to form words, want clear in the flush on his cheeks and the way his gaze lingers on your lips. He bucks his hips against your own, swallowing up the hunk of silicone between your legs like a champ. He's stretching himself open on your strap, desperately trying to please you enough to let you touch him.

"You know the rules, Ty. You don't get to touch unless you ask." You remind him as his hips jerk forward, pre-cum painting your stomach. He nods, his eyes dark with desire as he swallows hard.

"Please." He starts, his voice a breathless whisper. "Please, lemme touch you." You can see the struggle in his eyes, the effort it takes to restrain himself. It's a heady game of control and you savour every moment of it.

"Hmm... No, not yet." You reply, your own desire coiling tighter with each passing second. Ty bites his lower lip, his chest rising and falling with the effort to restrain himself. He shifts in your lap, his movements almost desperate as he grinds down against you.

"Please, lemme..." He pleads again, his voice quivering. "Lemme touch you." You lean closer, your lips just a breath away from his ear.

"Not until I say, Ty." You say before leaning back, watching the way he bottoms out against your hips before lifting himself off, taking in a good length of your strap before bucking up. "You're doing so well, honey. How's it feel?" And he just whimpers softly, his struggle evident in the way he clenches his fists behind his back.

You tenderly trace your fingers across Ty's broad shoulders. His muscles tense beneath your touch, a shiver of anticipation rushing through him. As your fingertips trail down his chest, you can feel the urgency building inside him, his neglected erection bobbing up against his belly as he rides you, hard and fast. He swallows hard, his voice quivering as he speaks.

"Please, darlin', lemme touch... Need to feel you... Fuckin' Christ..." He pants out but you shake your head.

Your fingers dip lower, skimming across the soft paunch of his belly and his breath catches in his throat. He's so close to the edge, his restraint barely holding, but you're not touching him where he needs it most. With a desperate edge in his voice, Ty pleads again. "Please, I'm beggin' you. Just... Please..."

Your fingers move upward, a teasing dance across his chest and he can hardly contain himself any longer. He's on the brink of losing control and he knows it. Ty's voice, heavy with need, fills the room. "C-Can't take it much longer... You're drivin' me crazy..." You continue your gentle exploration, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin, leaving him breathless and wanting. The room feels like it's on the verge of combustion, the air filled with the promise of something explosive.

And then you reach up and tilt his hat up so you can see his eyes. Usually a bright, baby-blue, his eyes are dark and clouded with lust, brows drawn up with a thin sheen of sweat beading across his forehead. Ty's voice is a prayer, his eyes locked onto yours. "Please, lemme..show you how much...I want you..." He pants out and you lean in closer, your lips almost brushing against his.

"Not yet, cowboy. Patience is a virtue." You tease and he whines.

The tension in the room is nearly unbearable as you shift your hips to find the perfect angle, making him cry out when the head of your strap grinds against his prostate. His body trembles above you, every muscle quivering with anticipation. He's already so close to the edge and his want for contact has left him nearly breathless. As you start to buck up into him, targeting his prostate with every thrust, Ty's voice escapes in a steady stream of desperate pleas and broken moans.

"Ohh, please, please, please, please, please...!" He gasps, his fingers curling and flexing behind his back. You can see the desperation in his eyes, the way they plead for more. He's sinking deeper into a needy stupor, his world narrowing down to the feeling of your strap inside him.

Finally, when he's on the brink, when his body is trembling with intensity, you grant him his wish. You reach behind his back and guide his shaky hands to your chest and he gasps at the feeling of your skin under his fingertips.

"Touch me, Ty." You say softly and he just stares at you for a moment, his body gulping down air.

Then, Ty explodes in a flurry of movement, his hands eagerly exploring your body, his kisses urgent and hungry. He's lost in the sensations, waves pleasure washing over him as he gets closer and closer. His voice is a chorus of heartfelt 'thank you's and whispered curses, his moans and pleas echoing through the room.

And then, it happens. Ty's climax takes him by surprise, a powerful and uncontrollable surge of pleasure that ripples through his body. He cries out your name, his voice filled with ecstasy, his body trembling with the force of it. His cock, untouched and neglected, twitches as ribbons of white paint your chest. Pleasure washes over him in a torrent, his movements growing erratic as he bucks against your hips, your strap pressed snuggly against his prostate, wringing him dry. He clings to you, his fingers digging into your shoulders as if he's holding on for dear life.

As the intensity begins to fade, Ty collapses against you, his body spent and trembling as his hat tumbles off his head and rolls onto the bed, unnoticed. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he tries to catch it...

After Ty's climax, you hold him close, his sweat-dampened hair sticking to his forehead as he slumps against your chest, still trembling. Your fingers begin to trace soothing patterns up and down his back, the touch gentle and loving. "Shh..." You whisper softly in his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "You were great, Ty. You were so good."

Your words are like a balm to his soul and he melts into your embrace, his body relaxing against yours. His chest rises and falls with each calming breath as your fingertips continue their soothing caresses. "You're so handsome." You continue to praise him, your voice a gentle murmur. "Such a good boy." Ty's heart swells with emotion and he nuzzles closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of your body.

Your fingers continue their rhythmic movements, tracing up and down his spine, creating a sense of serenity that washes over him. He closes his eyes, savouring the feeling of your touch and the sound of your voice. He can't find words to respond but he doesn't need to. His actions speak for him as he clings to you, his heart overflowing with love and contentment.

#character: ty shaw #source: vengeance #type: reader #misc: ask #misc: chariot writes

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thesunandmoons-blog · 2 years

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oo okay i absolutely love your writing you’re very talented! no pressure at all but can i request from that angst prompt list maybe ‘why won’t you let me in’ with davey n angel? or honestly anything with them :) sending lots of love <3

omg omg omg tysm!!! i'm rlly glad that you like my writing ;-;

i will absolutely write you some angst!!! >:)

ik this sucks im sorry i tried :( ily ty for the req

cw/tw : implied hurt/comfort, lil bit of fluff n angst n stuff, work problems

Word count : 1,168

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : Davey/Angel

if u wanna read on ao3!!

Angel was definitely the kind of person who would crack a joke to cover something up. Whether that something was an issue they were dealing with, or it was a little oopsie-daisy that they wanted to hide.

But, David “Davey” Shaw, Mr.Big Man Alpha of the pack, could see through all of their bs. Did he call it out all of the time? No, but he definitely noticed. Maybe some of the other friends Angel had made through the big guy weren’t as perceptive as David, but it wasn’t hard for him to pick up on jokes being made for the sake of faking a smile, or making sure only good attention was on them.

Angel wasn’t a huge fan of having negative attention on themself. If it was a joke, or something stupid they and Asher pulled, then sure! By all means, they wanted to laugh it up. However, somebody asking if they were okay, whether that was physically, mentally, or emotionally? That made them feel... icky. They didn’t want that kind of attention on themself, so jokes would have to do.

Again.

David Shaw is more perceptive than most.

David knew it was going to be a long day for Angel at work. He knew they had been working on some big project for the company they were working for, but he couldn’t be too sure of any details regarding it. All he knew was there wasn’t really anything he could do but make sure Angel took care of themself when they had the time.

He had tried sending them text reminders throughout their long work day, trying to remind them to make time to eat the lunch he packed for them, drink some water, and take a break when possible. All messages went read, but without response.

It had already been almost 7pm by the time Angel walked through the door of their shared home. They were under the impression that David would be out on a quick job that night, so they promptly shut the door and groaned loudly while kicking off their shoes. Much to their surprise, David’s head peeked around the corner from the kitchen, eyebrow raised. “Welcome home, Angel. Is everything alright?” They stopped for a moment, looking to David as they dropped their work bag to the floor. A large grin overtook their face now, nodding their head rapidly. “Yep!” The ‘p’ was popped, the toothy grin quickly reappearing. “It smells good, Davey! Whatcha makin’ tonight?” Their bottom lip was now hooked between their teeth, and David could practically see the drool pooling at the floor beneath them.

His eyes rolled, one hand now propped on his hip. “Tonight’s dinner is a surprise, Angel. I know you had your big presentation today. How did that go?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, big man?” They chuckled nervously, swallowing the small lump that had formed in their throat. “I’m gonna go change into something comfy!” Angel was quick to turn their heel to lead them down the hallway, shoulders dropping as they could finally relax into the shared bedroom to change.

It didn’t take much for David to know that their presentation probably didn’t go well, but he wasn’t going to make too many assumptions. Maybe it went well, but there were a few hiccups? Who could know? He didn’t have a damn clue what it was about in the first place.

It was only a few minutes later that Angel sauntered back down the hallway wearing some very cozy pj pants and a loose t-shirt, work clothes having been discarded in the laundry hamper. They practically threw themself down onto the couch, stretched out as a lazy hand reached out to grab their phone that was on the coffee table.

“Angel, you never really answered my question. How did that presentation go today? You’ve been working yourself half to death, so I can only imagine it went well.”

Silence.

Yeah, uh, it didn’t go so well.

“Angel?”

“Yeah, Davey! It-uh, it went fine. Don’t worry about it!”

Diversion is all they knew. They didn’t know how to focus on the topic, or how to tell David that their presentation was awful. Well, not that it was awful itself, but everything they had worked towards with it was completely shut down.

Again, David rolled his eyes, placing whatever amazing smelling dish he’d been working on in the oven to finish. He walked into the living room, seeing Angel distracting themself on their phone. “Angel, what happened? Did something go wrong? Did you get nervous? You know you can just imagine everyone in their underwear. That’s what my dad always said, when it came to speaking in the pack meetings. ” They looked over at him, letting their phone plop screen down onto their chest.

“Well, technically everything went great! I gave my presentation, and that was it!” That really was it. I mean, the reaction and praise to their thorough project was incredibly limited, so they really weren’t lying. “Y’know, it would have gone waaay better if I could see you in nothing but your underwea-”

“Angel.”

He was onto them. They knew it too, which only made them more nervous.

Jokes? Try more jokes.

“Whaaaat? I’m just sayin’! I mean,” They took to their feet, sauntering over to David, their fingers now walking up his broad shoulders to rest beside his neck, “I would do anything to see you in just your underwear. Or less than that.” They could only laugh at the low growl that left David’s lips. Not some sexy growl, but more of a warning.

With a huff, David placed his hands on Angel’s waist, gently rubbing up and down their clothed sides. “Angel, can I ask you something?”

“You just did.”

David blinked, like, hard. It was a slow, hard blink because his patience was starting to run slightly thin.

“Sorry, sorry! What’s up, Davey?”

He sighed now, voice much gentler than before.

“Why won’t you let me in? I mean, you haven’t done the most spectacular job trying to hide the fact that you’re pretty upset over something today. You got home, half slammed the door and groaned. You keep avoiding my questions about your project and making up shit answers, which half of, by the way, are filled with comments about me in my damn underwear.”

David leaned forward, his head teetering to rest on Angel’s shoulder. “Listen, you don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, but you need to know that I’m here for you. If today was a bad day, then that’s fine. Just let me in. You don’t have to try and cover up your problems with jokes, especially not around me. Just let me help, Angel.”

His words were dripping with sincerity, and it almost made Angel tear up.

“Okay, Davey, I’m sorry. I... Let’s eat first and maybe we can talk about it later. For now, I just want to be home with you.”

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