âş . âŚÂ pairing. grim / 8394 / casper x f!reader
âş . âŚÂ sum. You and Casper return to the mortal realm, with a bond stronger than love itself. You live normal lives, but something is missing. You're too focused on the past, and need a new beginning to look forward to.
âş . âŚÂ tags ââ ⥠Ëâšď¸°mdni (18+), breeding kink, impregnation, casper wants to giv eu babies tbh, male whimpering, male moaning, switch, soft mdom, fsub, casper is not really a "dom" he's just more dominant, doffy style, bent over a desk, cunnlingus, PIV, vaginal fingering, ending 8: interwoven
âş . âŚÂ wc. 2,390
âş . âŚÂ an. i am OBSESSED with this game. i am genuinely not sane at all over casper. i wanted to write casper as a switch, because he definitely has moments where he would be a lil dom, even if he enjoys being bullied and told what to do. (trust me, i WILL be writing that side of him)
also, i studied philosophy LMAO and i couldnt help but reminded throughout the whole game of plato's symposium, which is a dialogue on the nature of love. check it out! very interesting stuff! (i can talk more about it if anyone is interested XD)
as always, feedback is always appreciated! i hope youre just as obsessed with grimmy as i am!!!!
"The pair are inseparable and live together in pure and manly affection; yet they cannot tell what they want of one another. But if Hephaestus were to come to them with his instruments and propose that they should be melted into one and remain one here and hereafter, they would acknowledge that this was the very expression of their want. For love is the desire of the whole, and the pursuit of the whole is called love.â - Platoâs Symposium (Aristophanes)
[ It is said that lovers were originally one being, one soul. But the gods cut them apart and separated them. What we call 'love' is the yearning for the completion of oneself, the merging of two halves into a whole. It is the union of two beings, that can never be separated again. They would rather die than to be separated once more. ]
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Life is difficult to navigate for all people. There are trials, tribulations, problems, and things to overcome. There are new beginnings, new adventures, and new people to meet. But how many people can say they entered a soul binding vow with the grim reaper? Probably not many, you wager.
But it was through this completion of each otherâs souls that you formed an even stronger connection, a union of two halves that perfectly complement each other. It is said that lovers are one soul, divided in half, always seeking the other. Perhaps the old you might have scoffed at the idea of fated lovers, but after meeting Casper, you canât help but hold that belief to be true. You were designed to complement each other, you were made for each other; together, you are one whole.
And despite this otherworldly, ethereal bond, you two still lived fairly normal lives. Casper devoted his time to researching what he could about his memories, about reaper kind, and what it means to be human. Youâve taken on studying as well, learning what you can about the meaning of being alive and what love is.
Lately, Casper has been regaining some of his memories of his past life, pain, anguish, and sorrow all visibly on display. Itâs bittersweet, knowing he was once a human and lied to.
While you think it is important for him to find himself, to remember and become the person he wants to be, you also donât want him to be a cute little ball of sadness and despair. So naturally, you confront him with a proposition that is sure to distract him.
âHey, Grimmy,â you start, sitting on the desk Casper is currently stationed at.
He doesnât look up from his books and journals to reply. âIâm not a reaper anymore. And you know my name. Itâs Casper.â
âOf course, Jeremy, how could I ever forget your name?â You tease as a slight chuckle escapes your lips, trying to pull his attention away from the books.
He pinches the bridge of his nose as he looks up at you, crimson eyes meeting yours. âSunshine, is there something I can help you with?â He asks, motioning to your butt that is currently sitting on all of his strewn about papers, forcing him to take a much needed break from studying.
âNope, all good!â You beam, crossing your legs as you look down at him with a wide, toothy grin plastered on your face.
âOh, so youâre just sitting there for fun?â He mocks, not actually expecting an answer from you.
âYeeeeppppp, I love sitting on your desk. Although, Iâd probably prefer being bent over itââ You feign innocence, trying to keep up a clueless act.
His eyes widen as his pale skin flushes, a blush creeping across his cheeks to meet the tips of his ears. His delicate hand sets his pen down and closes the book, giving you his undivided attention.
âWe can definitely make that happen, Sunshine.â He smirks, looking up at you.
Youâve caught him in a web of your own doing.
âMaybe, later,â you reply. âI have an important question for you.â Nervousness and anxiety balls in your stomach, unsure of how he will take your next few words. âI want to start a family. I think you need to create new memories that make you feel alive, instead of chasing a past life that has died.â
Your words hit him like a freight train. But youâre absolutely right. He needs a change, and while his past is important, so is his future, with you.
If he was upset, he didnât show it, as a devilish grin overtakes his features. âSunshine, that is not a question. Typically, a question is composed ofââ
But he canât finish teasing you as you blurt out: âOh for fuckâs sake, Casper, will you put a baby in me then? Happy now? With your question?â
Yes, heâs definitely happy now. No further words are exchange as he shoots out of his desk chair and moves in front of you, still sitting on the desk.
âI love you, Sunshine,â he whispers as his mouth crashes into yours. His hand caresses your cheek, pulling you into his kiss. He whimpers against you as his tongue searches yours, electricity buzzing with every movement.
You can feel that rush of heat spread through your body like wildfire, amplified by Casperâs own desires. Every movement, every feeling, every sensation is shared and bounced between you two, creating an overwhelmingly pleasurable experience for both of you.
His tongue darts around your mouth, searching for yours. Spit dribbles from both of your mouths as you hungrily devour each other, nipping at his lips and eliciting a short, soft mewl from his lips. Your arm reaches around Casperâs neck, pulling him even closer to you and deeper into the kiss.
Casperâs free hand hastily unbuttons your shirt, impatiently waiting to feel your soft skin once again. His delicate index finger trails down your neck, lighting a trail of fire in its wake. Every sensation of your skin ignites flames in Casperâs body. His hands are so sensitive, and feeling you squirm beneath him is not helping the cause.
âYouâre beautiful, Sunshine. Please, let me show you how much I love you.â Casper pulls away, breath warm as it tickles your neck. A small string of saliva connects you two before his lips attack yours once again. You can only whimper against him, a small sign of your consent and willingness.
With you still positioned on the desk, Casper drops to his knees. He starts tugging at the hem of your skirt, like a needy puppy, looking up at you like itâs all heâs ever wanted. You help him by pulling your skirt down, and Casper is now eye-level with your cunt.
âI will never get over this. Over you. I will savor you each and every time, like youâre the last meal Iâve been afforded.â But before he can sing more praises at you, Casperâs face dives right in, hands spreading your legs apart for easier access.
You hiss at the sudden sensation of his tongue lapping up your cunt. His tongue searches through your folds, looking for your most sensitive spot. He caresses it with his soft, wet muscle, and your eyes nearly roll back. As he licks you, Casper feels every jolt of pleasure sent straight down your spine. Itâs a direct connection of your souls, but most importantly, itâs a direct connection to his already hard and leaking cock.
Every lick feels like youâre worshipping him too. Every flick of his tongue sends shivers down his spine, pushing him closer and closer without even being touched. Touching you, by proxy, touches him as well. And itâs the one thing you both use to your advantage.
Slick, wet noises hang in the air, accompanied by the sweet sound of your whimpers. Every movement is compounded by his pleasure. You feel him. You feel his desire, his need, and his pleasure pushing and intertwining with yours. This amplification only pushes you along harder and faster, until that oh so familiar knot in your stomach begins to unravel.
Your orgasm crashes around you like a tsunami, overtaking every sensation of your body. You try to close your legs, clenching around him, but Casper only forces them open.
âNot.. Done.. Yet..â He says, in between slurping up your juices. He doesnât give you any break or recovery, riding your orgasm along with you, licking every sensitive spot as your orgasms repeat in an infinite loop. Watching you unravel under him back to back does something to him, it drives him feral, like a hunger that can never be satisfied.
As his tongue circles your clit, sending an electric shock down your spine, you feel him insert a slender digit into your throbbing cunt. The feeling of fullness elicits a sloppy mewl from your lips; you are unable to even comprehend the pleasure you feel in this moment.
Casper whimpers as his face is buried deep into your cunt, a finger twitching inside of you. The slick, warm, wet feeling of your walls against the soft, sensitivity of his hands only pushed him all that closer to his own impending doom. He might cum just from touching you, leaving evidence of his sin in his pants.
He inserts another finger as he moans, stretching your cunt open. His mind reels at the thought of just fingering you and cumming from this, from the holy perversion of your connection. His cock throbs with every movement of his tongue and every flex of his fingers. He whimpers as his cock weeps, leaving a cute wet spot on his pants.
Just when you thought you might pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all, Casper releases you, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You look down at him, his white locks tousled and messy as you make eye contact. A lewd mixture of your juices and his saliva coats his chin and mouth, dripping as he pulls away.
He grins as his crimson eyes glint, looking up at you. Your stomach does flips, like his gaze is enough to consume your very essence. And perhaps, it is. Your soul is his, after all. Despite all youâve been through, you are his, and he is yours.
Casper does nothing to wipe away the remnants of your lust, and instead brings a finger to his chin, catching the lewd concoction and bring it to his lips. If he had it his way, he could literally live off of this. He would spend hours devouring you, tasting all of you, until you couldnât take it any more. Perhaps, another time, though, as he has bigger and better plans.
Casper effortlessly flips you onto your stomach, bending you over his desk. You can hear the quick unbuckling of his belt and the sound of fabric dropping to the floor. You wish you could see the beauty that is his arousal, but the position youâre in isnât the best for viewing. You make a mental note to make sure and watch him next time, committing everything to memory, lest you forget.
âSpread open and bent over like this for me, so naughty, arenât you? Since when were you like this, my innocent sunshine?â He chuckles, but he knows the answer. Youâve always been like this, obsessed and delirious over him. Casper lines his throbbing cock against your used cunt, pushing it in ever so slowly.
Despite being prepped for this, and all the other times youâve taken him, you will never get used to the feeling of him stretching your cunt out.
âFuck, baby. You feel so good, so tight for me~â He moans, pushing his cock all the way to the hilt. He sits there for a moment, allowing you time to adjust to his size before he pulls his cock out and slams it back into your needy hole.
You can feel the overwhelmingly powerful desire coming from Casper. The way he bottoms out into your cunt is sent directly to you, synapses and neurons firing in tandem with his pleasure. You cry out, a pathetic moan escaping from your lips as you feel his pleasure. You feel him fuck you as if you were the one fucking yourself.
Casper whimpers as you tighten around his cock, your pleasure already building. âI love you,â he purrs, before pulling his thick cock out and slamming it back into you. He can feel the way his cock stretches you how it fills you to the brim in the most pleasurable way possible. His hips pick up speed, working of their own volition, as he practically starts panting with every breath.
He can feel that into tighten in you, he can feel how perfectly his cock fits into your cunt. Like it was made for him. Like he was made for you. His grip on your hips tighten as he pulls you into him, slamming his cock as deep as it can go into your needy cunt.
âYou feel absolutely divine, sunshine, if I can even say that. You take me, ah, so well, my love. So perfect,â he sings praises to you, peppering every sentence with little whimpers and moans of his own. You can feel yourself reach that edge for the nth time; youâve lost how many times youâve cum today alone.
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â he keeps repeating with every pump, almost like a broken record. His breathing is uneven, raggedy as his erratic hips fuck you full of his cock. His voice cracks on the last syllable as he reaches his own end, and unravels in tandem with you.
His orgasm sends you over the edgeâ you can feel the waves of pleasure spill out of him as Casper whimpers, spilling into you. Itâs like your connection has linked you together, unable to exist without the other.
Still inside of you, Casper bends down, leaving a trail of kisses down your spine, sending shivers through your body.
Your breathing stabilizes, and you turn over to face Casper. âNext time, itâs you bent over the desk.â You giggle, half-teasing, but also half-serious. And even though Casper just finished inside of you, a blush creeps across his features once more, and he is unable to meet your gaze.
âIâll hold you to that, then.â
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âş . âŚÂ an. another translation of symposium, if you're curious! It has much more detail, and is a bit more poetic, if you ask me!!! (not me using my philosophy degree finally)
"These are the people who finish out their lives together and still cannot say what it is they want from one another. No one would think it is the intimacy of sexâthat mere sex is the reason each lover takes so great and deep a joy in being with the other. Itâs obvious that the soul of every lover longs for something else; his soul cannot say what it is, but like an oracle it has a sense of what it wants, and like an oracle it hides behind a riddle. Suppose two lovers are lying together and Hephaestus stands over them with his mending tools, asking, âWhat is it you human beings really want from each other?â And suppose theyâre perplexed, and he asks them again: âIs this your heartâs desire, thenâfor the two of you to become parts of the same whole, as near as can be, and never to separate, day or night? Because if thatâs your desire, Iâd like to weld you together and join you into something that is naturally whole, so that the two of you are made into one. Then the two of you would share one life, as long as you lived, because you would be one being, and by the same token, when you died, you would be one and not two in Hades, having died a single death. Look at your love, and see if this is what you desire: wouldnât this be all the good fortune you could want?â
Surely you can see that no one who received such an offer would turn it down; no one would find anything else that he wanted. Instead, everyone would think heâd found out at last what he had always wanted: to come together and melt together with the one he loves, so that one person emerged from two. Why should this be so? Itâs because, as I said, we used to be complete wholes in our original nature, and now âLoveâ is the name for our pursuit of wholeness, for our desire to be complete." - Plato's Symposium 192 d - 193a