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My Boss Won't Be Happy About This - A.H
a/n: back to bimbo brain rot!!!! inspired by the first season that one episode (you know the one) where hotch is all macho man with elle in jamaica
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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader
summary: you’re wrongfully arrested and hotch is not happy about it
warnings: creepy officer, inaccuracies of how law enforcement works, hotch being sexy
wc: 1.3k
"Listen I'm not the type of girl to tell someone how to do their job, but I just don't think you're doing it right."
You were speaking to an empty room, or at least, you were speaking to the mirror in front of you. It's the kind of mirror you had seen in countless interrogation scenes, the kind you usually image Hotch standing behind. You let your gaze linger, wondering if eyes are studying you from the other side, listening to your monologue.
"Well, that, and I also just don't think it's very nice." Your brand spanking new heels were tapping against the dirty floor.
You weren't happy about that. You weren't happy about any of this. Your feet ache, but the fear of the germs lurking on the floor paralyzes any thoughts of relief by removing your shoes.
"And hey, shouldn't I get a phone call? That's a rule, I think," you mumble, lips turning downward in an unusual frown. It seems like the right time for it. "My boss is not going to take this well. I mean, he's got this look, you know? The kind that makes you want to apologize for things you didn't even do."
You conjured up his daunting expression and released a jittery laugh, all while striving to disregard the biting cold blasting from the AC vent, which seemed determine to freeze you into place.
You were seriously out of your element, not just in surroundings but in dress--so form-fitting it left very little to the imagination. It seemed to be a good idea for a date. That was before you realized said date would be a complete disaster. Now, it felt like a trap. It had been a spectacle for a man unworthy of the effort, and as you sat in this rigid chair, you found yourself tugging at the hem every other moment, a futile attempt to preserve some semblance of modesty.
"So, when he hears about this little error... Well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be in your shoes." Six hours had passed in this dreary space, and you could feel your sanity fraying at the edges. You muttered, half to yourself, "Not that they're as cute as mine, but you get the point."
The door hinge's creak made you sit bolt upright, a silent supplication for Hotch's rescue echoing through your mind. But today, it seemed, the gods were indifferent. The officer who had arrested you stepped in.
"Having fun talking to yourself?"
You flashed your sweetest smile. "Oh, tons! But I'd have much more fun if you'd uncuff me."
He said nothing, folding his arms over his chest as he dragged his gaze up and down your body in a way that made your skin prickle in discomfort. You attempted to dispel the creeping dread, but it stubbornly lingered.
You did what you could to cover up, despite the awkward angle of your arms. "Listen, this is all just a big mistake. I work for the FBI," you insisted, though it was clear the officer's attention was fixated on your tits rather than your words. "Well, I mean, I'm an assistant for the unit chief of the BAU unit. You've heard of Aaron Hotchner, haven't you?"
The officer's mouth closed without a word, as the door was thrust open yet again, and this time, your heart leapt in recognition. Your knight in shining armor with a lethal expression.
His eyes instantly zeroed in on the officer with a look that could curdle blood, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that you weren't the object of his anger. He approached you wordlessly, his every motion precise and determined.
He carefully shed his jacket, a gesture he seldom made, and draped it across your shoulders. The fleeting caress of his hand against your skin was enough to make you lean into his touch. You let out a breath that you had been unconsciously holding back.
You watched as Hotch turned, his voice a low, steady force, his words carefully chosen and tinged with an unsettling peace. "Officer," he began, the title spoken almost as warning. "I believe there has been a grave misunderstanding. This woman is not only an esteemed member of the FBI, but she is also under my direct supervision."
He stepped closer, encroaching on the officer's personal space. You watched, almost in slow motion, as the officer's expression morphed into one of sheer terror, his earlier confidence dissolving like sugar in hot tea.
"Six hours," he continued, his voice never rising yet somehow it took up all the space in the confined room. "Six hours of unwarranted detention, without due process. I expect her immediate release. And make no mistake, this lapse in judgment will have its ramifications."
The officer was mute, his fingers clumsily unlocking the handcuffs, his movements hurried, his hands trembling. A twinge of pity flickered within you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the memory of considering the table as a makeshift blanket.
The moment the metal clicked open; you wasted no time. You flung your arms around Hotch, the pent relief and biting chill of the past few hours pouring out of you. You were desperate for warmth, specifically his warmth.
He stiffened, caught off guard by your actions. You feel the anger radiating through him, practically pulsing through his skin. As you clung to him, you felt the draft on your legs as your dress slid up, and without missing a beat Hotch's hand discreetly adjusted the fabric, all while keeping his eyes locked on the officer, a silent warning in his gaze.
Once he was certain you were decently covered, he allowed himself to draw him into his arms. One arm secured around your waist, the other weaving through your hair. You were cold. It renewed another tide of rage through his bloodstream.
With the officer's departure, the room's oppressive atmosphere lightened a touch, leaving you still latched onto your boss.
"Oh, sir, you wouldn't believe it," you started, his hands tracing up your spine and sparking a trail of goosebumps that had nothing to do with the chill. "They kept asking me about a heist, as if I'd know anything about that! And then they show me this picture, and I mean, sure, she had my hair, but that's about it."
You rambled on, and he let you, the absurdity of the situation pouring out in a stream of consciousness. Hotch's hold on you tightened. You could sense the coiled tension in him, a tempest of anger held a bay.
"And the room, it was so cold! I mean, I'm sure you can tell. My teeth were chattering, and all I could think of was how I'd rather be filing your paperwork or listening to Reid's factoids about the quantum mechanics of coffee beans."
You felt Hotch's breath on your hair as he let out a sigh.
"I'm just glad you're here now," you whispered, finally allowing yourself to relax in his embrace.
Hotch gave a curt nod, his jaw set. He was itching to confront the officer, to unleash a tirade not meant for your ears. But he was well aware of how much you needed him right now, and that trumped everything in his book.
Hotch took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "This isn't just incompetence; it's negligence. I will have this place reevaluated for its standards, or lack thereof."
You took a step back, hands still resting on his arms, and he maintained his grip on your waist. "I bet this is the last time you'll let me go on a date without a full background check on the guy, huh, sir?"
Hotch's hold on your waist firmed just a fraction. "Maybe it's the last time I let you go on a date, period."
He was only half-joking.
"Not even with you?" You tilted your head to meet his gaze, drawing his jacket closer around you.
Hotch just simply gives you that look, the one that says a thousand words without a sound. He's telling you to tread lightly.
"Alright, I'll be good," you giggle, the tension easing from your shoulders. "Can you take me home now, please?"
He nods, "Yeah, let's get you home."
And then he leads you out, thinking to himself that the next person to take you out will be him, but that's for him to know and you to find out later.
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Naughty Boy
Sub/Bottom Casper x Top/Dom Male Reader
Prompt - Teasing
Warnings - Pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation, teasing, clothed sex, anal sex
AN: If you want to get straight to the smut go past the caution tape
You glared at your phone.
This was the fifth time in an hour that Casper has texted you. You were trying to do something important for your job.
If this went well then you would get more money and more money would mean a bigger apartment.
You didn’t buy your current apartment with thoughts of it housing two people. Now that it did, you realized that the apartment was quite small.
But it was hard when Casper texted you every few minutes about how much he missed you and how he wanted you to come home. You regret getting that phone.
You put your phone away and listened to the people speak, but just a few seconds later it dinged.
Everyone looked at you and you had grate your teeth to stop yourself from yelling.
“I’m sorry, something is wrong with my pet. The pet sitting keeps texting me. I'm sorry”, you said while looking at your phone. This time you felt enraged as you looked at the phone.
Casper had taken a photo of himself in a mirror wearing very revealing clothes with a not so PG text.
Your hand tightens around your phone, an erection growing in your pants. You calmed your expression and looked at everyone. You said that it was fine and told them to continue.
You muted your phone and focused on anything else but the erection. But you smiled at the revenge you were going to get when you got home.
“Welcome home, sunshi-”, Casper was pressed against a wall before he could finish his sentence.
Casper smiled into the kiss, grinding his clothed dick against yours. You groaned and pulled away, shoving Casper onto the bed. You stood over him as you removed your clothes.
“You know that I was almost kicked out because of you”, you said while throwing your shirt somewhere. Casper grinned, he wanted this.
It wasn’t his fault that you were busy and he was needy.
You leaned down on the bed, trapping Casper’s head in between your hands. You kissed him before leaning up and removing Casper’s pants.
You didn’t even remove Casper’s shirt or your pants. You pushed Casper farther onto the bed before lifting his legs and staring at his ass.
You rested one of Casper’s legs on your shoulder and pushed a finger into Casper’s hole. Casper moaned while you just laughed.
“You prepared already, what a perfect little slut”, you said before removing your finger. "Did you finger yourself too?" You asked and Casper nodded. "Wish I could have seen that", you said.
Making Casper groan and buck his hips up.
You reached down and unzipped your pants and brought your dick out. You immediately thrusted in and started a rough pace.
Casper, caught off guard at the pace, started moaning and whining like crazy. “Ah~ ah~ ah~, yes~ f-fuck~ yes~”, Casper moaned, moving the leg that wasn’t held by you down to curl around your waist.
You groaned as you felt Casper clench around you, finally happy that you were getting your anger and hornyness out. “It’s like you wanted this”, you said.
Casper didn’t confirm it but he didn’t deny it either. He just smiled and moaned. “Nngggeee~, f-fuck~ m-more~”, Casper moaned feeling his orgasm getting closer.
You knew it was getting close so you thrusted harder. Once you heard Casper let out a loud moan you stopped, keeping your dick Casper’s ass but not moving it.
Casper whined and bucked his hips up. “Why d-did you s-stop, come o-on”, Casper groaned, slowly coming down from his stolen high. “My little reaper, this is punishment”, you said with a smirk.
Slowly moving your dick in and out of Casper, just making Casper whin more and more horny. Casper kept moving his hips to try to get some stimulation.
“You were a naughty boy”, you said, making Casper stop.
You’ve called him that before, before you two got together. It made Casper feel weird before, he didn’t know if he liked it then. But now, that you were fucking him, Casper realized something.
He liked it.
It made his dick harder and he wanted to hear it again.
Casper moaned and bucked his hips, his hole clenching around you. You tilted your head before you realized what Casper was doing. “You like it don’t you, you like being called a naughty boy”, you said teasingly.
Which had the same effect from when you first called Casper that. Casper nodded, “y-yes, please f-fuck me”, Casper asked. You looked at Casper, hair spread out, face read and sweaty, looking so pretty.
“Okay, my naughty boy”, You said before continuing thrusting at a rapid pace. Casper moaned loudly and gripped the sheets with his hands.
“Nnngeee~, yes~ nnnggeee~ yes~, ahaha~”, Casper moaned. You groaned and thrusted harder and faster as you felt your orgasm get closer. “C-cumminggg~!”
Casper moaned before he came over his chest. You thrusted one more time before cumming into Casper. You let go of Casper’s leg and leaned down, kissing Casper on the forehead.
“My naughty boy”, you said, making Casper whine and get hard again.
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how would jake be if you go non verbal >< -requested
to jake, you're comfort is his top priority, whenever and wherever you're with him. his hands on your waist is a way to keep you close to him and away from the danger but sometimes that wouldn't be enough to keep you safe.
the mall being too crowded, overwhelming you with to munch sounds : people's laugh, babies cries, children running all around,,, and being hyper alert always always makes you go non verbal.
the first time it happened, he didn't know what to do, concern also overwhelming him. baby, why are you not answering ? are you okay ? he would ask you, stopping in his track. you'd shake your head, meaning no. he'd take you outside, calling for a car so you guys can come back to your home. he tries to be as mindful as possible tho he doesn't understand why you are in this state rn, but he understood that you need your privacy, hence why you are not on way to his dorm.
once arrived, he wouldn't let you get undress by yourself, going on his knees to removes ur shoes, going back up to help you w ur outside coat. are you feeling better, baby ? he would whisper making you nod. should we go cuddle on your bed ? or would wathcing a movie help you out ? you, obviously, can't answer to that right now, just looking at him. he'd be dumbfounded n would think about how to help you while he removes his own clothes. he would then lead you to the bathroom, helping you wash your hands. let's go to your bedroom okay ?, reassuring you w a smile of his.
once settle on the bed, he'd make you sat in front of him so he can see your facial reactions, and be sure of your well being. let's do yes no questions, would that be alright baby ? making you nod, i don't really know what's going on, and i won't ask anything until you're ready. i just want your to be okay. would cuddles be too much for you ? you shaking your head left n right meaning no. okay baby. let me set it all up yeah ?
after cuddling for over an hour, you'd finally be able to talk and it's only then jake would make you talk about your condition and asking you why u didn't tell him previously. he wouldn't be mad at you but towards himself, as he would feel like he failed his boyfriend duties. during this important conversation, hed tell you lots of comforting words you're okay baby, i'm here, i'll always love you. he would also take extra precaution to leave your place only if he is sure that you are more than alright. once back to his dorm, he would go on internet, trying to educate himself. he would also text you and ask you questions about ur triggers n how u would usually handle urself.
since then, he would always be more than cautious. his hands would pulls you even closer to him and his eyes a bit less on you to keep in check your environment. whenever you'd want to go out, he'll always check the influence and if he think it would be too munch for you, he'd change the destination or make you wait with another activity waiting peak hours to pass. or if you come over to the dorms hed tell the members to stay more or less calm, or he'd keep you in his room w chilling music to block the stimulations away. but even if his extra preparations wouldn't be enough, he'd still be prepare. always having a pair of headphone w him or hoodie to try to block your stimulations and soothe you down. he would even make you a special playlist those moments, a playlist full of your comfort songs.
note : thank you anon 🩷 for this , i do wish you the well and i'm glad u have friends who can help you w it <3
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ੈ✩‧ just friends (smau) ੈ✩‧
pairing : charles leclerc x hamilton! fem reader
summary : what happens when the official lunch turns to official hate. This is PART 2 !
PART 1 HERE
tw : hate, cheating, rude comments
a/n : This is a series ! anyways enjoy ! also feel free to drop in a request or a question ! TAGLIST IS OPEN !!
tag list : @tremendousstarlighttragedy @hiireadstuff @mayalove014
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otherhamilton 2025 IS HAPPENING !!! @ charlesleclerc @ lewsihamilton
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user 1 AHHHHHHHHH
user 2 AHHHHHHHHH
user 3 AHHHHHHHHH
user 4 LESSGO LECLERCTON
lewishamilton ❤️🇬🇧
↳ liked by otherhamilton
user 5 Toto be crying in his Mercedes
user 6 with his billion dollars
user 7 with George Russell
user 8 without his 8 wdc
charlesleclerc lovely meeting you 💪🏻
otherhamilton same here Charles !
alexandramalenart welcome to the fam ❤️
otherhamilton ty bbg 🤍
scuderiaferrari Welcome @ otherhamilton 🙌🏻
otherhamilton the offfical admin -
scuderiaferrari the best for the best -
otherhamilton who said you are the best ?
scuderiaferrari ouch 😩
mercedesamgf1 “alexa play drama by aespa”
otherhamilton well @ scuderiaferrari who is the better Hamilton ?scuderiaferrari this violates rights and we have to refrain from answering
mercedesamgf1 definitely @ otherhamilton
otherhamilton @ mercedesamgf1 correct ☑️ answer !
user 9 NOT THE ADMINS FIGHTING OVER THE HAMILTON SIBLING
user 10 @ mercedesamgf1 forgot about Lewis -
user 11 toto sipping his wine laughing after telling admin to drop Lewis 🫷🏻
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f1wags Someone was seen being cosy with @ charlesleclerc!
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user 1 home-wrecker 😌
user 2 YALL LITERALLY DUMB !?
user 3 she is literally his teammates sister -
user 4 HE IS HAPPY DATING ALEX! REMOVE THIS
user 5 STAY AWAY FROM CHARLES 😤
user 6 she called alex bbg 🤢
user 7 SINCE YALL DONT UNDERTSAND ! She is Lewis Hamilton’s sister! She visits the paddock frequently and it’s common for her to have lunch with CHARLES AND LEWIS AND FRED AND THE WHOLE OF FERRARI TEAM !
user 8 They are literally just chatting in the first pic and the last 2 pics are of the official Ferrari Lunch !
user 9 why is she sitting next to Charles only -
user 10 here we go again !
user 11 ugh the famous kids wrecking relationships
user 12 never expected from @ otherhamilton
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otherhamilton ITS HAMMER TIME AGAIN !! so proud of you @ lewishamilton and congrats to @ charlesleclerc for the 1-2!
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lewishamilton thank you sis ❤️ would have appreciated a better picture of me !
otherhamilton oh cmon you old person who can suprisingly party
landonoriss I came third !
otherhamilton congrats kid ig 🫷🏻
user 1 LEWIS IS BACK !
user 2 told ya it was the car, not Lewis 😤
user 3 love how she is posting after ruining Charles life !
user 4 MY POINT EXACTLY @ user3
user 5 CAN YOU ATLEAST LET HER CLEEBRATE HER BROTHERS BIG MOMENT !?
user 6 just look at that, older brother winning hearts, little sister breaking hearts
user 7 home wrecker 🤢
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otherhamilton just some Aussie gp things
@ lewishamilton @ charlesleclerc @ alexandramalenart @ lilyhye @ alexalbon @ francisca.gnomes @ heidiberger
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lewishamilton you bursted my heart after all that screaming in paragliding
otherhamilton I COULD HAVE DIED !
lewishamilton but you didn’t 🫶🏻
user 1 oh to have a sibling bond like them 😩
user 2 pls my brother won’t even take me to target
lilihye 🪽 GIRL NIGHT
alexalbon I got a picture in THE @ otherhamilton Instagram
otherhamilton it was all lily. We don’t know any Alex
lilihye 💪🏻💪🏻
alexandramalenart such a fab time 💛
otherhamilton 💛
user 3 not her forcing herself to comment -
user 4 the forced comment -
user 5 she literally wrecked her relationship !
user 6 the audacity to tag alex after spooling her relationship !
francisca.gnomes LOVED IT ❤️
otherhamilton more nights coming up 🙌🏻
heidiberger the late night swim -
otherhamilton loved how all the boyfriends came running 😌
user 7 yall notice how Charles didn’t comment or even like !?
user 8 why would he like his mistress post -
user 9 THATS TOO MUCH @ user8
user 8 it’s the truth -
user 10 just go in hibernation
user 11 too much drama of this stupid girl !
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My steddie brain never rests. And neither will I!! Bwahahahaha! *cough cough* Sorry about that.
Eddie is a pirate captain. He is a known terror of the Seven Seas. His ship The Hellfire is known by its fearsome Jolly Roger. The skull has devil's horns and has a cutlass and musket on either side.
His first mate is Jeff and his cabin boy is Dustin.
He has a very dedicated crew. They are loyal to a fault and fiercely protective of their captain.
He is a thorn in the side of Lt. Jason Carver. The man tasked to bring him in.
Eddie has been captured a few times, but always his crew mounts a daring escape.
Final Eddie is caught and Carver isn't going to wait until morning to hang him and give his crew time to save him. He knows he'll catch hell for it later, but Eddie must be stopped.
When Carver comes to get him, he finds Eddie looking out the window at the night sky.
"Praying, Munson?" he sneers. "I didn't think your kind believed in God."
Eddie shakes his head. "No God. I worship starlight."
"Starlight?" Carver mocks. "What's so special about starlight?"
"When the moon is new and the stars stretch on forever," Eddie explains a little breathless, never taking his eyes from the window high above him, "you can find your way if you let the North Star lead you. That's what I believe in. The North Star."
Carver scoffs. "You sound like you're in love with a distant twinkle, Munson. I always knew you were mad, but this takes the cake."
Eddie shakes his head ruefully. "Oh that I could love a star, that it could love me back."
Carver motions to his men and they haul him to his feet.
They take him out to the scaffold where the noose is waiting for him. They put the rope around his neck and he whispers. "Goodbye, sweetheart."
Tears run down his face as they tighten the noose. He closes his eyes.
But before they could pull the handle that would send Eddie plummeting to his death a bright light appears blinding everyone but Eddie because his eyes were closed.
He feels a soft warm hand touch his cheek. "Keep your eyes closed for me, won't you?"
Eddie nods. He doesn't know what's going on but even through his eyelids he can tell the light is too bright.
Suddenly there are sounds of screaming and of people being ripped apart. Eddie squeezes his eyes further shut.
Then the rope is being removed from his neck. "Don't open your eyes yet, love," the warm voice murmurs in his ear.
Eddie shivers but not because of the chill of the night, but because the voice sent a sharp thrill straight to his gut.
Then he's being picked up and carried bridal style. Whoever this is keeps telling him he's all right, that he's safe now.
He get set down gently on his feet.
"You may open your eyes now."
And Eddie does only to be greeted by the most ethereal being he's ever seen.
His hair is dark brown with golden highlights and he has hazel eyes. He's wearing robes that shimmer in the light and he gives off a subtle glow.
"Thank you," Eddie murmurs.
The man gives him a gentle kiss. "I will always watch out for you, my beloved Eddie."
"What's your name?"
"Stella Polaris."
Then in a flash he's gone. He makes it back to his ship and tells them the tale.
They don't believe him at first but whenever a battle is turning against them, a light flashes, blinding their enemies and ensuring their victory.
Eddie makes it back to England and is talking to a scholar, getting the old man drunk in a bar.
He says he's an amateur astronomer and Eddie pumps he for information because of his own love of the stars. And he brings up the North Star.
"Ah," the old man says with a nod. "Stella Polaris, the star that is polar. The one star in the sky you can always rely."
And Eddie is floored. His rescuer was the actual North Star.
That night laying in bed at the inn, Eddie says, "My own star. Well, I'll be damned."
Then Stella Polaris arrives in his room.
Eddie leaps from the bed and kisses him senseless.
"Stella Polaris is a bit of a mouthful for every day, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs between heated kisses. "What should I scream when you fuck me?"
The star laughs. "You can call me Steve."
"Well, come on, then, Stevie," Eddie coos wagging his eyebrows. "The night is young and I have been aching for you since you rescued me."
They tumble into the bed and have sex. The next morning comes, and Eddie wakes up to find a small little starburst scar just a above his heart that he'll later get tattooed.
For the star that fell in love with a pirate and the pirate who loved it back.
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well behaved padawan
mdni 18+
summary: you had been acting in like a brat all day, pushing Anakin to his limits until he had enough.
warnings: smutty smut smut, fem/ afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, swearing, p in v, power imbalance, edging/ orgasm denial, praise, degradation, teeny bit of aftercare, creampie, probably more but i’m tired.
A/N: iz actually posting for once??? drinking wine brings out the whore in me so i was possessed to write this.
wc: 1.5k
You know Anakin prefers a compliant padawan, pounding you into submission when the council smites him, or when missions don’t go exactly how he wants. Every now and again however, you can’t help but to act out, and get under that pretty tanned skin of his, and that’s exactly what you had been doing all day, rolling your eyes and sighing when he spoke, dragging your feet as you walked behind him through the temple, making lousy blocks when he lifted his saber at you in training.
Truthfully you didn’t know why you were in such a bratty mood, but you reasoned that you had just been too well behaved as of late and he should have to put in some work for once.
You knew when he pulled you into his quarters he’d be making you sorry for your actions.
"What's wrong Ani?" you purred, running your hands through his hair and tugging gently. “I know we’ve had a long day.”
Anakin's eyes darkened with desire. Almost always, he would take charge, but today, after your behavior he had something a little extra in mind. He sensed a challenge in your eyes, a playful sparkle that hinted at trouble.
"Get off me, brat," he growled, his hands going to grip at your thighs. "You know very well that your behavior today warrants a punishment.”
"Aw, come on, Ani," you cooed, leaning forward so that your nipples brushed against his chest. "I just want to make you feel good. Isn't that what good girls do?"
With a swift move, Anakin pushed you onto the bed, caging you between his arms. "Not this time, little slut. This time, I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours."
A mischievous glint met your eyes, your inner brat bubbling back to the surface. "Oh, really? And what if I don't want to?" You pushed him away, "Maybe I'll just go find someone else to scratch this itch. Obi-wan looked really really good toda-" *smack* you were interrupted by a harsh backhand across your face, head careering to the right.
Anakin's eyes narrowed, his possessiveness bubbling to the surface. "Oh, you think you can play that game, do you?" He closed the gap between you, his tall, muscular frame intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. "You forget who's in charge here, princess."
"Who's in charge?" you taunted, cheek stinging, yet not quite ready to submit. "I don't see anyone in charge here except me. And right now, I'm feeling very much in control."
Anakin's gaze darkened, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. He placed his hands on your waist, tugging closer. "You want to play it that way, huh? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you when it becomes too much for you.”
"You like being a naughty girl, don't you? Teasing me, playing with fire. Well, let's see how well you handle it."
You gasped as he pinned you against the wall, his mouth crashing down on yours in a hungry kiss. You melted into him, your brattish façade slipping as your need for him took over. His kiss was demanding, possessive, and it sent shivers down your spine.
His hands roamed your body, removing your robes as well as his as he went, cupping your breasts, tugging at your nipples, making you whimper into his mouth. Then, sliding his hand down your stomach, to the apex of your thighs, his fingers seeking the heat of your sopping core.
"Somebody's wet baby? It’s pathetic, like she’s crying for me, huh?" he crooned, his breath hot against your ear. "Did thinking about being a bad girl turn you on? Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand between your legs?"
you whimpered, head falling back as his fingers teased your clit. "No... I... I wanted you," you gasped, your body thrumming with need.
"Wanted me, huh?" Anakin said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Well, you’re gonna have to wait a little longer first ok? I can’t go around rewarding bad behavior.”
With that, he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and dominance.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed he placed you, stomach down across his legs, hands roaming the curves of your ass. “Count.” he spat.
Feeling brave you rushed to start counting, before he could hand you the intended punishment. “one, two, three, fo- fuck!” you shrieked the painful stinging being more than you anticipated. “Feel like behaving yet?” he questions, and you can practically feel the smug smirk he's sure to have. You shake your head and let out a tiny “nuh-uh” that comes out more as a whimper as tears start to prickle at your lash line.
He raises his hand again and you tense in anticipation, needy hole clenching as he delivers another equally as mean smack. “T-two” you choke out, tears now freely falling down your face and onto the plush mattress beneath you. “There's my good girl again” Anakin coos, letting his dominant exterior fade for just a second as he strokes the reddened flesh.
His dominance quickly returns to the surface, as he delivers an ever so slightly softer hit to your hind. “Three” you sob, knuckles turning white as you clench your little fists together.
“Two more, pretty girl. You can do that for me right?” he croons, amused by how a few good spanks can completely dissolve your bratty display. You whimper a little “yes” between deep breaths to prepare yourself for the next one.
“Four!” you cry, cursing under your breath. Not wanting to delay any further, Anakin delivers the last firm hit to you. “Fuck-five!” you shout relieved that the onslaught of spankings was over.
Anakin soothes his hands over the new marks he had left, thoroughly enjoying his own handywork.
"Now, be a good girl, get on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me," he said, his voice low and husky.
Your bratty exterior had completely melted away, replaced by a needy, wanton whore. you did as you were told, spreading your legs wide, exposing your sopping pussy to him.
Anakin's eyes devoured the sight before him. "Such a pretty sight," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance, tip grazing your soaked folds. "You ready for me, baby?"
You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Anakin. I need you. Now."
With one swift thrust, he entered you, bottoming out. You cried out, in short broken gasps, your legs twitching as you took his whole length, the stretch was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant, and almost completely eclipsed by the satisfaction of being so full. He began to move, his hips snapping as he plunged in and out of your tight heat.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he pounds into you. “Your tight little pussy was made for my cock."
You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through you. "Please... right there... Oh God!"
His thrusts became more urgent, his body slick with sweat as he drove into you again and again. Your hips bucking up to meet his in perfect synchronicity. The room was filled with the sounds of your combined passion—the slapping of skin, ragged breaths combined, and your moans of pleasure.
"I'm close... so close," you panted, your body tensing as an orgasm built within the pit of your stomach.
With the admission of your impending orgasm, Anakin’s hips stilled, that cocky, knowing smirk plastered on his face. “Hm I don’t know baby.” he croons “I still haven’t forgotten your insolence.”
Your chin started to wobble. Tormented by his throbbing cock still buried deep within, angry red tip weeping inside.
“‘m sorry! Please, just let me!” you cried out, thick, hot tears sliding down your face.
He resumes his movements, this time deliciously slow, allowing you to feel every vein along his length. “Are you going to misbehave again like you did today?” he smirks, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants; a whiny mess, broken and needy.
You shake your head, tears freely flowing down your face, “ ‘m not, no. never again.” you grip onto him tighter, surely leaving little crescent marks, on the taught skin of his shoulders.
“Promise me baby, y’know I hate not giving you what you want” liar, he’s found this process entirely satisfying, but he doesn't want you to know that yet, not when you've taken his condescension so sweetly.
“Please Ani, i- I promise.” with your verbal pledge he kisses away the sweetly salty tears coating your face before returning to pound into you.
"Cum for me, baby," Anakin growled, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock."
Your body shook as an intense orgasm ripped through you, walls clenching tightly around his shaft. "Anakin! Oh fuck!"
Feeling your orgasm, Anakin let go, his own release crashing over him. "Fuuuck!" he grunted, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot sticky cum.
Collapsing onto you, he kissed you deeply, their sweaty bodies still joined together. "Gods, baby," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You hazily smiled, still vibrating from the intensity of your orgasm. “You’re all sweaty Ani, and heavy. We need to shower.” Anakin hummed, still not ready to move “just five minutes like this princess.”
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Bleeding Heart Dove
-> Nanami Kento x Reader
Summary: In the quiet routine of a strained marriage, a simple proposal for a trip offers a glimpse of hope.
Tags: angst, slow burn, marriage au, marital strain, emotional hurt/comfort, implied emotional neglect, second chance au, rainy day, fluff, suggestive, mention of reader having boobs, unresolved tension (they need to fuck nasty), unedited
Word Count: 1,000 words
Author's Note: it's raining and I finally got a surge to write something <3 anyway, bleeding heart dovessssssss have my heart
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Today had been sad and gloomy, the rain pouring relentlessly as the clouds had been crying since noon.
He tried to make his entrance small, creeping in like a nimble thief in the night. Slowly, he removed his sodden shoes and coat, hanging them up to dry. His umbrella he placed on the ground, even more slowly. See, it was an old one, and tended to spring up and about with sudden movement.
He stepped inside the kitchen now. There was food on the table, just as always. He uncovered the plastic wrapping and placed it in the oven, not even bothering to check what was for dinner. Hunger was gnawing at him and he would eat a human hand if you let him.
"Hello," a voice cut through.
"Oh," he turned, startled. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
"I was up anyway," you replied. Your business clothes clung to you like the remnants of a very weary day. You must have returned late as well. "Let me help, Nanami."
He didn't say anything, simply stepping aside to let you tend to his plate and yours. He had assumed he'd have the whole meal for himself, a strange notion given the portion size. But given that he hadn't eaten all day, he didn't question the rationality at first. Now, it made sense — you hadn't eaten either.
He started setting up the glasses, placing two for wine and two for water, movements mechanical and jittery.
"Here," you said, appearing before him with a corkscrew in hand, as if conjured by some quiet magic.
Your hands looked tired. Lagging. Your eyes bleary. An impulse stirred within him, as though a needle had pricked at his heart, he felt the urge to swipe his hands over your eyes, to wipe away the weariness. But he withheld.
"Thank you," he murmured, taking the corkscrew and setting to work on the bottle.
Your gaze lingered for a mere second on his hands, watching the way they flexed with the way he handled the bottle. Precise. Gentle.
"How was work?" you asked, turning to the oven.
He wonders if you actually cared about what he said. “Horrible,” he answered.
"Oh," you replied. Neutral. "Okay." Neutral again. It drove him a bit insane every time. But he was a calm man.
"And your work?" he asked.
"Oh, quite lovely," you replied, a soft, dove-like smile gracing your lips. It was a smile that brought a sting of sadness to his heart, for he knew you would not elaborate. Not for him.
"That's nice," he said, his voice hollow. He poured the wine into the glasses, filling yours to three-quarters and his to a scant half.
And then the two of you sat, on opposite ends of your teak dinner table. Eating and swallowing in silence. The clanking of the forks being the only music that filled the room. He thought about getting up to play set the record, playing some of those old jazz tunes you were quite fond of. But the record was likely dusty. It was much too much work.
So he remained seated, the silence between you so vast and impenetrable, it made you conscious about how loud you were chewing your food.
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"Well," you returned from the bathroom. now clad in delicate sleep shorts and a camisole, applying your usual moisturizer to your elbows. "The water's cold," you commented.
"Yeah," he responded, glancing up from his spot on the bed. "Sorry, I prefer it cold so I didn't notice. I think it's the rain."
You chuckled, a sound that seemed almost out of place. "I know you prefer it cold, Nanami. We've been married for practically a millennium, for God's sake."
An exaggeration, of course. It had been six years. You did this a lot.
He offered a faint smile in response, the corners of his mouth barely lifting. "Right," he said.
He felt the bed dip slightly under your weight as you sat. "Will you get my back?" You asked, holding out the moisturiser as you turned to present your back.
He took it, as his hands lifted your camisole, all the way up. He poured some of the white lotion onto his hand as his eyes flickered up, only momentarily, to see your reflection in the mirror. The front half of your top had risen as well, cinching up your breasts.
His eyes trained back to your back, and he began to rub the cream in. Up and down. And up and down. And up and down. When he was finished, he smoothed down your top. He rubbed his hands over your shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze to let you know he was finished.
And then the two of you slept, side by side, waiting for sleep to come find you in the dark. And just then, he doesn't know how or why this happened so don't ask him. All he knew was that somewhere in those first twenty minutes, he had gotten up, his hands reaching for the night lamp to turn it on, leaving you sat up, surprised.
"What is it?" You had asked.
"We should go on a trip," he proposed, calmly.
"A trip," you squinted, your eyes adjusting to the sudden assault of light.
"Yes, we could go to Okinawa," he suggested.
You paused for a moment. "It's storming these days. The weather will be horrible."
"You pick," he said. "Wherever you want to go. We can go."
And then, you thought about it. For a few seconds, he was almost afraid you'd call him a foolish old man and fall back onto your pillow. But instead, you smiled—an earnest smile, outside of your usual politeness. And he felt his heart beating fresh blood.
"Okay, old man," you said. "I'll think of a place."
He smiled.
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Here is the link: https://www.tumblr.com/diegosouzalions/751493692329689088/diego-voc%C3%AA-ainda-tem-o-link-daquela-entrevista-em
Ah, right, thank you very much!
Okay, so for transparency, here's the (partial) transcript:
"Oh, blue's feet... [...] Well someone asked about Blue's feet. So there's this amazing--okay, so one of the plush--they made a plush doll of Blue. But since they didn't have information for her feet, if you turn her upside down she has these very strange little... you know uh.... shapes for feet that aren't based on anything that appeared in the show. Um, but I think it's fascinating and we all--we all kind of liked that solution. [...]"
"I need to see this!"
"[...]Well I think it would be--see, the thing about the gems is that they're... their bodies are very...it's kind of malleable. Like I think it's-- Sapphire may or may not have feet unless she's in a form that has legs and feet like in the baseball episode - you could say that she has feet under her dress or maybe she doesn't. And I often think of Sapphire and also Blue almost like pawn pieces in an Asari game, the way that they move and function--but they could have--they could have legs and feet any time that they want to, it's just a matter of--they have the power to change their bodies, so. That--that fluidity and flexibility on the gems is also really fun for design."
"Look if I was solely Sapphire, if I was solely Blue, I think I might just float around and just only have feet for specific moments--like, I'd just be like-- (singing gentle tune to indicate floatyness) Okay. Now I wanna go do something, I wanna run, so here go some feet and then I'd just like (slurping sound) pull em back up again and (gentle singing again). (Laughing) For specific reasons only! I just want feet cos I wanna paint my toenails and I'm gonna put them back away. Life--and float for life again. Like--"
"Yeah."
"Like that would be sooo--In this pandemic that would be like a peak superhero. It would be like (undiscerned)--"
"Optional."
"Optional! Like, I don't need my feet this week. (claps) I'm good so--I'm gonna, I'm gonna tuck em away. And then just bring em back out when I need em. And then let me tuck em away again. Because life. That'd be such a good time!"
Which is I think a little different from saying they don't 'naturally have feet'. It's moreso that they can decide whether or not they do! It's flexible, and it's not more 'incorrect' or 'correct' for her to have feet.
I drew her current form with feet, because it looked better for the dress she was in, for that pose. She may remove them at her leisure!
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Unworthy
Summary: Thor doesn’t think you‘re a good friend to his brother.
Pairing: AU!Thor Odinson x fem!Reader, AU!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader (platonic/best friends)
Warnings: past addiction, mentions of drug abuse/addiction (Loki), angst, classism, Thor being an ass, BBF trope, mentions of spiked drinks
Thor doesn’t think you‘re a good friend to his brother and won’t stop telling you, his parents, and Loki so.
You’re not rich, and don’t come from a wealthy family. You’re just you, and that is not enough in Thor’s eyes.
“How can you believe she wants to be your friend,” Thor’s voice booms through the hallways. You sigh and try to focus on work, not the fact that the brute is yelling at your friend again. “You’re blinded by lust!”
“Y/N and I are only friends. I know you cannot be around a woman without getting between her legs, but I cherish my friendship with Y/N. Stop trying to ruin our bond.”
“Bond,” the blonde snorts when you step out of your office to come to Loki’s aid. “Ah, there she is. The she-devil.”
“What is going on here?” You glare at Thor, not afraid of the tall man. He’s much taller than you and easily towers over you. “People try to work here, Mr. Odinson.”
“He tried to ruin our friendship again,” Loki defensively says. He moves closer to you, seeking your closeness. He’s still not out of the woods, and the confrontations with his brother do him no good.
You straighten your back and try to look taller while glaring at Thor. “I know you cannot understand that people want to be friends, but this doesn’t mean you can argue with your brother about our friendship all the time. This is ridiculous. Why do you hate the fact that Loki is my friend? There is no harm in being friends with me.”
“Says you,” Thor huffs as he eyes you up and down. “I know exactly what you are up to. Loki is just too blind to see who you truly are.”
You gently take Loki’s hand when he starts fidgeting next to you. He needs someone to help him with his insecurities and not fall back into old patterns.
Drug addiction is a dead end. If you don’t find a way back out, you are stuck. Loki is doing well. You’re a big help and the constant he needs to stay clean.
Thor doesn’t get that you are Loki’s anchor when the world gets too much again.
“How about we get you something to eat, darling,” you wrap one arm around Loki’s shoulder to guide him toward your office. “My office is a haven. Don’t worry. You’re safe, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Thor watches you guide his brother away from him with angry eyes. One day, he’ll find a way to get rid of you.
He doesn’t care that Loki and his father think highly of you. Thor Odinson swore to himself to remove you from his brother’s life, and he won’t stop until he succeeds.
“Son, I won’t argue with you again. Y/N is a hard-working woman. She’s smart, eloquent, and always professional. Stop trying to make her a bad person,” Odin warns one last time. Thor tried, once again, to get you fired.
“I do not trust her. Father, she’s not like us. I know there is something wrong with her. Why would she want to be friends with Loki during his darkest times if not to take advantage of him and his vulnerability.”
“I’m right here,” Loki rises from his seat to glare at his brother. “I’ve been clean for almost a year. Y/N was one of the reasons I did not have a relapse. She’s a good person and a kind soul. Stop being a classist!”
“I’m not a classist!”
Loki pants heavily. “YES YOU ARE!”
“Sons!” Odin slams his fist onto the table. “Thor, stop right there. Do not go any further.” Odin’s features soften seeing Loki’s hand tremble. “Loki, we believe you. Y/N is a good person and she’s always welcome here.”
“Thank you, father,” Loki nods before he turns to leave the room. “Please excuse me. I lost my appetite.”
“Morning darling,” you try to cheer Loki up. He told you about the scene Thor made during dinner. “I got you breakfast and the tea you like some much.”
“You’re the best,” he grins and takes the offered tea. “I’m sorry for chewing your ear off last night. I know I can be…too much.”
“Loki,” you cup his chin with one hand, “let me stop you right there. We are friends. You’re never too much. If you want to talk, even if it’s two am, come over or give me a call. That’s what friends are good for.”
Thor watches you run your hand up and down Loki’s arm. He squares his jaw and huff.
“Only friends. Who are you trying to kid, woman…”
Thor feels like he defeated a dragon. He crosses his arms over his wide chest and smirks as he watches your downfall.
Odin didn’t waste time. He’d do anything to protect Loki. Even if it means to fire one of his best and most reliable employees.
It took one old picture to ruin your life. Thor didn’t let up until he finally found something he could use against you.
A snapshot of you, stoned and barely awake as you hold a drink in your hands. To anyone else, it’s a girl partying during college. To Odin, it’s a picture of a woman bringing drugs and alcohol into his drug-addicted son’s life.
Your ears ring from the yelling you received from Odin. He called you an addict, and a bad influence. You don’t care that you lost your job. The only thing that pains you is that Odin forbids you to see Loki again.
“Are you done?” You coolly reply. “If so, you should know that I do not drink and that I didn’t take drugs. That’s a very old picture taken by someone I didn’t even know.”
“I cannot have someone like you near my son or at my company,” Odin regrets his harsh words, but Loki is more important than an employee.
You angrily wipe your eyes while Thor watches you clean out your desk.
This is it. He made it. You not only lost your job, but your friendship with Loki is over too.
His father will not allow you to keep in touch with his son. Not after his golden boy made him believe you’re a bad person. You knew the first time you met Thor Odinson that he would be your downfall.
“I knew you’re a bad influence,” he sneers when you look at him with teary eyes. “You’re tears and pout won’t work on me. I’m not my unstable brother eating out of your hands.”
“Do you think I care?” you choke on your tears. “Did you…” You take a deep breath. “Did you dig a little deeper? Did you find out that the picture was taken after some rich, entitled frat boy spiked my drink to show the poor and shy girl what happens when she turns his advances down?”
Thor blanches at your words. He doesn’t want to believe you, but your eyes give the truth away. “I—” It’s the first time the tall blonde is at a loss of words. He doesn’t have an answer or a comeback.
What if he just destroyed your career and friendship with Loki over nothing?
He was so blinded by his ignorance and jealousy that he did more than damage your career. Thor Odinson destroyed you completely. Your reputation and career lie in ruins all thanks to him. Everyone saw the picture you desperately tried to forget.
What’s past is past you told yourself whenever the memories flash back up. You tried to move past what happened back then and you believed, at least for a while, that you succeeded.
“Did you find out that I ended up in hospital, and that I only got lucky because a friend found me before that very same frat boy could finish his plan?”
“Why would he do this to you?” Thor’s tone is softer now.
“Well, he was just like you. A rich boy who never heard the word no,” you throw the last knick-knack into the box and pick it up. “He believed he can tell me to suck his dick and I’d happily oblige. That guy didn’t get that I’m not the kind of girl seeking attention from guys like him.”
“Wait—if that’s true,” Thor touches your arm, but you shake his hand off. “I talk to Father and explain my mistake. We can figure something out.”
“Save it,” you huff. “He didn’t believe me. I was nothing but loyal to your father and the company. All I ever wanted was to do a good job and be a good friend to Loki. Just you know, I stopped Loki from taking drugs anytime life dragged him down. I hope he finds help soon.” You sniffle. “I’d hate to watch him fall for the poison again only because you made it impossible for me to be there for him.”
Thor swallows thickly when you storm out of your office. You brush past Odin and Frigga who heard every word you threw in Thor’s direction. They feel as guilty as their son when their eyes meet Thor’s blue ones.
“Is that true, son?” Odin questions while you walk away, holding your head high. You didn’t do anything wrong. All you ever did was to support Loki.
“I don’t know yet,” Thor hastily says. “I’ll find out and then…” he trails off watching you walk past your co-workers. None of them even says goodbye, even though, you’ve been there for them whenever someone needed help. “I’ll make amends.”
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Today's Survivor request is for @noire610 - Don't go.
Cere is the first to leave. Cal can barely look at her, his anger, his disappointment, choking him into silence. He finds her in her cabin, packing up her belongings. Well, she’s missing one, and he holds it out to her; her lightsaber hilt, his crystal removed from it.
She takes it, as mute as he is. He’s not sure what the gesture truly means.
It’s yours, it belongs with you, take it back. It feels right.
I can make my own lightsaber. I’ll find my own way without you.
Thank you, Cere, for everything.
Cere shoulders her pack and heads for the exit. Her final words?
“Be safe, all of you.”
Greez sobs.
Merrin returns her well wishes.
BD accepts a final pat on the head.
Cal says nothing.
Don’t go.
He can’t say it. He’s not sure he means it.
(He does. He does mean it. Don’t go, Cere. Don’t leave – )
Merrin is the next to leave. Like Cere, she takes everything she has, packing it all into a backpack she shoulders without complaint. She gives Greez a hug, accepts one from BD, and takes one of Cal’s hands in her own.
“I will see you again,” she tells him.
Don’t go.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice so harsh he’ll be lucky if Merrin ever looks his way again, let alone speaks to him. “Be safe.”
He can sense her need to say more, a need maybe to explain herself, but even if she screamed it directly into his ears, he wouldn’t be able to understand it.
Don’t go.
They drop her off on Ord Mantell. She doesn’t look back, and Cal doesn’t watch her go.
It’s no surprise when Greez says he’s going too, it’s too much for him, he’s lost his touch, literally, and all this flying from one warzone to the next isn’t doing him any good. He tells Cal to leave him on Nar Shaddaa, he’ll figure it out from there, and yeah, kid, the Mantis is yours, take care of her until I ask for her back, because she’s still mine, don’t you forget it, and by the way –
Don’t go.
But Greez goes too. He goes, and then it’s just Cal, BD, and the Mantis. It’s too big for the two of them. It doesn’t matter than Cal can walk around barefoot or leave dirty plates, cups and spoons all over the galley without reprimand. It doesn’t matter that he can leave laundry wherever he wants. It doesn’t matter if he fails to wipe down the decks. Who cares if he takes caf into the cockpit? No one’s there to yell at him.
Don’t go.
Don’t leave me.
Don’t leave me with all your echoes.
Greez in the cockpit, checking landing coordinates.
Cere, reading in the lounge.
Merrin, making potions in the galley.
All three of them, living ghosts all over the ship.
He sits in the pilot’s seat, adjusted for his height and number of arms, staring out at space, BD beside him on the dash. He swallows, throat dry, belly empty because he’s forgotten to eat. He’s forgotten a lot of things, including how long he’s been staring out at the stars.
Alone, again.
Adrift, again.
“BD?”
BD looks over.
“If you’re waiting for the time to tell me you’re going to, this would be it.”
Outraged, BD squawks and launches himself into Cal’s arms. He’s not going anywhere. Where Cal goes, BD goes.
“You’re sure?” Cal hears a crack in his voice.
Sure? Is he sure? BD thumps his head against Cal’s chest.
“Thanks, buddy. For everything.”
BD suggests they get back to the mission, after Cal’s had some dinner.
“You up for it?”
Of course BD’s up for it! “Great, because I know where Saw Gerrera’s at, and he’ll have a mission for us.”
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Hi! I just read What Is Wanting Once Again and adore it 🩷👏🏻 (you will get a lot of notifications from me hahaha)
What is your headcanon for Kanthony's first fight? The one that made Kate use the Viscountess room for the first time? An most important, how did the make up?
Thanks for writing and sharing 🩷
Hi there. Thank you so much and the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned 😊
Ooooh interesting. They are a truly passionate couple so I can imagine now and again they would have some explosive rows that would make the servants hide until it was over and the glass rattle in the window panes.
Maybe it might occur during Kate's pregnancy. Anthony is happy, so unbelievably happy, that she's having his baby. He has so many plans - what games to play with the baby, when to start reading to them, what names he would give them (maybe his father's name for a boy or Kate's mother's name for a girl). Everyone jokes how insufferably eager and protective he will be when he's going to be a dad.
And they are right. He will be. Completely so. And eventually it will start to grate on Kate.
She knows he means well. Of course she does. But pregnancy isn't the same as being mortally ill - you can still do a lot of things as long as amendments are made. And having her freedom curtailed won't go down very well with the fiercely independent Lady Bridgerton.
He tries to stop her riding her horses so much. Far too dangerous - what if she suffered another accident. He'd never forgive himself.
He doesn't like her out in the garden by the flowerbeds. His father died due to a bee - what if she's allergic too?
He removes all the ladders in the library so she can't climb up one to get a book. Meaning she's got to ask a footman to get certain ones down.
It's driving her nuts!
Eventually when she is five months pregnant, she can't take it any more. Anthony tries to get his mother to take over Kate's duties as Viscountess so she can rest. Rest?! She's planning tea parties; not sword fighting with Anthony's brothers!
She demands that he needs to stop and of course Anthony can't believe she's asking him to just not care about her or the baby - what kind of man did she think he was?!
She counters (screams) about what kind of woman did he think she was that she would ever do anything to hurt their child? What about when the baby was born? Was it to be imprisoned in a tower and Kate was forgotten about because she'd done her duty and now had no worth?!
The resulting slamming doors as they stormed apart could be heard at the Featheringtons across the street.
Kate and Anthony stay apart for three days. Anthony takes up residence in the Viscountess rooms so Kate can still have the comfy bed but that doesn't help much as everything reminds her of Anthony and the empty space in her bed reminds her that he's not there. She cries herself to sleep a lot due to remorse, missing him but also stubbornness. Why won't he believe her?
Eventually it is Simon who talks some sense into Anthony (through letter as he is still busy at Clyvedon) and Hyacinth and Gregory who make Kate see why he's being so daft.
Simon explains that he truly gets it - he was insufferable when Augie was born and was shocked at how much so - he never wanted kids at all in the first place. But Kate was one of the strongest and most maternal women he'd ever met. She would protect that baby with her life and Anthony had to learn to trust the depth of her love. "You are used to doing all the worrying on your own - well you aren't on your own now. Kate is there with you. Trust her to be your equal - it's never failed you before."
Hyacinth and Gregory also keep Kate company to try and cheer her up (they can see she's really upset even if she won't admit it) and absentmindedly talk about the times Anthony has annoyed them by being so stubborn. He won't let Gregory join in on fencing practise until he's older and there was the time he paid a doctor three times his salary just to make sure Hyacinth overcame a bad fever.
"He's prone to be a bit stupid sometimes. But I forgive him." Hyacinth declares.
"why is that?" Kate asks quietly.
"Because he's only really silly and fretful when he loves the person. He doesn't like that many people - for him to get so upset... It means he really truly wants you to be happy."
Anthony knocks on the bedroom door that night and asks timidly if he can come back to bed. The big grovelling apology he had planned is forgotten when Kate, intending to be haughty at first, bursts into tears (bloody hormones) and will only calm down when she is held for a full ten minutes.
They are a bit exhausted by the end (emotions are draining) before declaring that compromise had to be made - Anthony had to be less over protective but Kate needed to hear why he was and understand him a bit better. Because the root of it all is actually what it always comes back to - Anthony fears he won't be as good as his own father. He'll never be the father Edmund Bridgerton was - protecting is all he has because he'll never be as gentle, as kind or as fun as his father. Kate tells him the truth - she doesn't give a right royal damn how wonderful Edmund Bridgerton was. She married Anthony Bridgerton. And she loves him. So much it hurts.
This is their preview of parenthood - full of hurdles and emotions but ultimately they would be okay.
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ALSO how do you think parents heeyn would react to their teen kid, being the typical adolescent and talking back to them
hmm 🤔🤔 this is such a good question. i think heeyn as parents could be described as ‘in tune’ because they just know each other so well
for example,
y/n tried her best to keep calm and keep her voice quiet as she tried, for the tenth time, to get her daughter out of her room.
dahlia, the stubborn teenager that had her back to her mother, continued to ignore the figure in her doorway. she had heard her mother’s voice over the music in her headphone, she just chose not to answer.
“dahlia,” you said, much louder. this time, you were sure that your voice had gotten to her. when she continued to him, you exhaled and walked towards her, tapping her on her shoulder.
at this, your daughter turned her head. “oh,” she sighed as she removed her headphones. “what is it, mama?”
you tried not to sigh, hating how difficult it was so be gentle sometimes. you wanted to mention how you’ve been calling her name for a while, but chose to let it go.
“can you please help me in the kitchen? your father is ironing our clothes and your brother has already picked up all his toys.”
dahlia groaned and threw her head back on the chair like you asked her to trek to the nearest supermarket. you poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, wanting to reprimand her behaviour, but there was no time for that now.
you made a mental note to call your mum and apologise for your teenage years. they aren’t easy to deal with and you’re leaning that first hand.
“do i have to? i’m in the middle of doing something.”
you glanced at her laptop and almost frowned. she was drawing, and while you silently applauded her work, you were sure she could take a break.
dahlia wasn’t usually like this, but she spent more time in her bedroom these days and was more snappier than usual.
you rest your hand on her shoulder and smile softly at her. “flower, please? i need your help.”
dahlia instantly felt a little bad at her mother’s words but not enough to really want to get up. she just wanted to chill in her room all day. why couldn’t you let her do that?
“i don’t really want to get up, mama. i’ll come down later.” dahlia put her headphones back on, dismissing you.
you blinked as you stood there. gently, you pried the headphones off her head and held them tightly, eyes sharpening at her frown.
“excuse me?” you crossed your arms and frowned at her. “i asked you to come and help me, so get up and help me.” your tone was a bit more stern, a bit colder. you didn’t like using it but alas.
“yeah, but i don’t want to get up.”
“dahlia—”
“i don’t want to help you! i don’t want to get up!”
at her outburst, your shoulders tensed and you stood up straighter. the gentleness in your eyes melted a bit and dahlia faltered at the stern look in your eyes.
you tried to be soft with your kids. you wanted to raise them differently than your parents, or your grandparents, but that didn’t mean tolerating disrespect.
when it came time to reprimand or punish, you always followed through.
“do not use that tone with me.” your voice was a little deeper, a tad bit angrier. dahlia’s eyes widened as she realized that you were angry with her. “i’m your mother. if i’m asking you for help, you will help.” you tilted your head and dahlia swallowed.
“dahlia,” came her father’s voice. you watched as dahlia’s head snapped towards the door and her eyes slightly widened at heeseung’s tone. he leaned against her doorway with his arms crossed.
heeseung walked into the room and stood a little bit behind you. his hand rested on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin to remind you that he’s right there with you.
having both of her parents frown down at her made her nervous and she shivered. she hadn’t even meant to raise her voice.
“you don’t raise your voice at your mother,” heeseung said. “if she’s asking you for help that you help her, regardless of what you’re doing.”
before dahlia can nod, you crouched down to meet her lowered eyes. there’s a bit of shame, guilt, and defiance swimming in them and you almost laughed. you must have been a handful for your parents.
you cupped your daughter’s chin and her bottom lip wobbled. “i know you just want to be in your room all day and spend time with anyone other than your family. your father and i were once teenagers too.” your lips quirk upwards and dahlia’s do too. “but being a teenager and growing up does not mean you get to disrespect your parents.”
dahlia slowly nodded and lifted her head. you stood up and heeseung’s hand rests on your lower back, keeping you steady.
he doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t need too. you’re perfectly content with him right there.
“i’m sorry,” dahlia said, her voice quiet and hoarse. “i didn’t mean to talk back.”
you ruffled her hair and stepped back. “i know.”
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an important question.
miya osamu x reader
1.8k words
osamu bby! hope you enjoy this!
the sliding door opened and you quickly turned around and smiled at the person who just went in.
“welcome!” you and your workmates said, everybody's reflex making everyone speak in chorus.
when the customer settled for a seat, you quickly walked to them and pulled out your notebook and pen.
“good afternoon, what would you like to have today?”
“yes. i’ll have today’s special.” they answered, smiling.
“roger.” you said as you wrote it down. you turned around and looked at the kitchen’s door where the cook patiently waited for orders.
“today’s special for one!” you shouted and he gave you a thumbs up to say he's got it.
as you were about to clean out one of the tables, you heard the door open again.
“welcome!”
i think we're going to have a busy day today.
…
“phew…” you exhaled.
“(y/n),” the owner who also manages the counter calls. “please do the honor.” he joked.
you chuckled as you made your way to the entrance.
you turned the signage around and showed the ‘closed’ side.
finally, you sighed.
you walked back in after you picked up the board outside.
“one customer said that there was a graduation ceremony nearby.” your colleague informed everyone.
“so that's why…” you replied.
“let's clean up fast so we can go home already.” the owner ordered and you all headed to your designated cleaning areas and started the work.
as you were arranging the plates, your workmates called you.
“(y/n), hey.” she said,
you turned around to look at her, but suddenly you're being pushed to the back door.
“eh? why? i'm not done with the plates yet.” you said.
“i’ll do it. i’ll do it. he’s waiting for you. i still owe you a favor for covering for me last time.” she said, giggling while she went back inside.
you knew who she was talking about, so you just thanked her and went to your locker and changed.
you tried your best to be as fast as possible, your feet probably moving faster than shinkansen.
you looked at the clock and noted that he's already waiting for fifteen minutes. fortunately, you're already done packing your things and retouching your makeup.
you went to say goodbye to your workmates and to the owner.
you opened the backdoor and saw him sitting on the railing wearing earphones and scrolling through his phone, most likely, he's on tiktok.
since he didn't notice you were out already, you walked behind him and covered his eyes with your hands.
“guess who?” you uttered with a slightly different voice.
“damn. hmm… i wonder who… i can't think of anyone… oh my god… who is this?” he replied with the most monotonous voice you've ever heard in your life.
“haha, you're so funny.” you said as you removed your hand off of his eyes.
“why? i played along though?” he asked as he opened to you the plastic bag he was holding.
“whatever.” you said as you scan for a certain flavor of onigiri in the bag.
he noticed you searching for your usual pick of onigiri.
“ah, shit. sorry, it was sold out today. i told one of my workers to leave some, but he was a newcomer, so he forgot it. pick a different flavor for now. i'll be sure to bring some next time.” he explained as he scuffled through the bunch of onigiri, looking for a certain one.
“here, try this. it's a new flavor. i'm still working on it. if you think it's good enough, then i'll add it to the menu.” he muttered and handed you the food.
“come on, don't say that. you’re pressuring me.” you whined, but still accepted it.
“well, your favorite flavor was also made because you kept inventing and mixing up ingredients, ingredients that are kinda suspicious actually, but who would've thought it'll become a massive hit to the customer.” he muttered as he stood up.
“first of all, i didn't know you put it on the menu and second, that just means that my taste buds are for the masses.” you said and took a bite off of the onigiri. “it's delicious, but it's kinda bland.” you commented.
“of course, i'll put it in. you said you liked it and that i should put it for sale. also, noted. thanks for the review.” he replied. he held you on your waist to silently tell you two to start walking.
“i was obviously just kidding about putting it for sale! why would you take it seriously?” you told him, looking up at him. all while still continuing to eat.
he just chuckled at your complaints and then went to grab one onigiri for himself too.
“at least, many people liked it.” he countered.
“well… of course, i'm glad about that.” you replied.
you squeezed closer to him and rested your head on his side of his chest. he held your body a bit tighter, so that he could guide your body on the way home.
“anyways, how was your work?” you asked, starting a new topic.
“well, it was quite hectic today.” he started and you hummed as a reply for him to continue his story.
“the newbie i was talking about earlier made a lot of mistakes, but he's getting the hang of it.” he added.
when there is a crossroad, the traffic light is still red. he stopped and looked at the remaining time. there's still a lot left.
you automatically stopped walking too when he did, but didn't bother to look at the lights. you know he'll tell you when it's green already.
while waiting he rested his chin on your head, before planting kisses on your hair. he likes smelling your hair. even after work hours, he said it still smells good and would smell it regardless.
“let's go.” he softly informs you when the lights say go.
responding to his voice, your body just moved on its own and followed the guidance of his hold on your waist.
“how about yours? did your work go well?” he queried next.
“it was so busy today.” you immediately replied, your voice unintentionally made a whining sound, not that you mind him hearing it. “there was a graduation ceremony near our work and a lot of families were celebrating there.” you complained as you wrapped your hands around his body and buried your face on his shirt.
the smell of his perfume is still present. the fragrance that you like the most.
he straight away comforted you by rubbing your back up and down.
“good work.” he chuckled.
you looked up at him, glaring.
“what? why did you laugh?” you asked.
“you're so cute.” he said, without missing a beat.
you immediately hide your face by burying your face once again on his shirt as soon as you feel your face heating up.
“stop it, idiot.” you said.
“yeah, yeah.” he replied while ruffling your hair.
as you turned a corner, osamu remembered one thing they were talking about earlier.
“that's right. are you free this weekend?” he asked.
you glanced up at him and tilted your head.
“why?” you told him.
“we're having a vacation with the whole family. wanna come with me?” he nonchalantly asked.
you let go of him and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“are you serious?” you questioned him.
“that was a genuine question.” he answered.
with his family?!
“i-i'll give it a thought.” you replied.
“you don't have to come if you don't want to.” he reminded you as he pulled you closer again and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“i'll understand, don't worry. 'tsumu's also there so i definitely understand.” he snickered.
“it's not about atsumu! i actually get along with him pretty well. ah— that's right, i saw him the other day. he treated me to a drink, haha.” you said, thinking back about that day.
“what?” he halted and of course, because he was holding you close, you stopped too.
“why didn't you tell me about that?” he asked with a serious voice.
you were not an idiot. of course, you know why he's acting like that.
you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“don't worry. he didn't do anything funny. he was quite respectful to be honest. he knows his boundaries.” you smiled at him to calm him down.
he was unsure at first, but he did calm down from his obvious intent to land a punch on his very lovely twin. all thanks to you, though.
it’s not that he doesn’t trust atsumu, it’s just with the current situation, he might blurt out something unnecessary.
“here's my house. thanks for walking me home.” you said as you stood in front of him and tip toed.
“you're welcome, madame.” he replied to you.
noticing that you were tip toeing, he smiled and leaned down.
“thank you.” you said as you kissed his cheek. you smiled at him and he didn't even try to hide his blushing face.
“hey,” he hesitated for a moment.
“hm?” you hummed.
“i just wanna ask… are we—” he looked at you.
he sighed and shook his head sideways.
“nothing. good night.” he uttered, smiling.
“be careful on your way home, okay? bye-bye.” you said as you turned around and walked inside.
“i will.” he smiled watching you go inside your house.
as soon as he made sure you got inside safely, he started walking towards his house. since he's alone now, he can now walk faster.
when he arrived home, he saw atsumu arriving too.
“why are ya' here?” he asked.
“what? can't i visit my twin's place?” he answered, already sounding offended by his twin's question.
osamu just rolled his eyes and opened the front door.
“did ya' just arrive home too? ya’ sure are late.” atsumu said, looking at his wristwatch. “ah. ya' walk (y/n) home, didn't ya'?” he guessed— right.
“hm… being so clingy with each other and even kissing, on the cheeks, picking her up from her work and even walking her home. are ya' sure ya' two ain't in a relationship?” atsumu smirked.
osamu looked back at him and glared.
“shutting yer' mouth will get ya' dinner, just so ya' know.” he threatened.
atsumu knows it better than anyone else. he really won't give him his home-cooked dinner if he won't shut up.
osamu walked to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.
“stupid 'tsumu. i also wanted to ask her that.”
meanwhile, you turned the lever of the shower and closed your eyes.
i thought he was gonna ask me about our current relationship earlier. you thought as the water hit your skin.
i chickened out earlier. osamu thought as he turned on the stove.
both sighed in defeat.
next time, i’m really going to ask it! they both said for a million times, only to not bring it up tomorrow.
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The Devil's Prized Possession
Synopsis: You are Raphael's warlock and tasked with the most difficult mission: Retrieve the Crown of Karsus from the clutches of Enver Gortash. Remember, Raphael does not take kindly to failure. But do him proud and he will reward you for your troubles. As it turns out, he's been particularly eager to introduce you to a certain Incubus for a while now...
A/N: During my 5th run doing the House of Hope I had the most devilish and filthiest idea for a Raphael fic…so here we go! ;)
Words: 3637
Warnings: smut, smut, smut, blood, injuries, violence, voyeurism/exhibitionism, mentions of suicide and rape (past events), and um… incubus?
“My, my…look at how diligent my little warlock has become.”
You breathed out, the grip around your dagger loosening. You were covered in sweat, your damp training clothes sticking to you like a second skin. There was a mirror in the corner a few feet away from where you’d put the training dummy—a straw sack dressed in leather armour. Your cheeks were flushed, your hair greasy. In short, you were in no way presentable to receive your devilish patron.
You flipped around, facing Raphael with his hands clasped behind his back and a sly smile on his lips.
“Do you ever use doors? And knock? Like a normal person?”
“Oh but I am far from a normal person, am I not?”
You sighed. “I remember. That’s how I ended up in this situation in the first place. Why are you here?”
“Why am I here? Can a devil not check in on his little…protégée?”
You scoffed. “Come now, Raphael. I know you better than that. What do you want?”
“Very well. Let us cut to the chase. I have a mission for you.”
“A mission?” You frowned, removing the gloves you had been wearing to protect your knuckles. “For me? Does Korilla have annual leave?” you joked.
“I did not ask Korilla, I am asking you.”
You crossed your arms before your chest when he stalked closer, his eyes fixed on your form, observing every little movement you made. “Running errands for you was not part of our deal, Raphael.”
“Then perhaps you will be interested if I tell you what’s in it for you?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“Why, power, of course, my dear. What do you know of the crown of Karsus?”
Power? To hunt down the remaining thugs who’d stolen your life? “I’m listening.”
He followed you over to your small kitchen area. You kept some good wine hidden away in a cupboard for the sole purpose of his visits. Your life in Baldur’s Gate wasn’t exactly a luxurious one. When Raphael stepped into your life and you became a Warlock to take revenge on your family’s murderers and your rapist, he’d saved you from a dark pit you feared you’d never be able to get out of. You’d been close to suicide when he found you and offered you a way out. You didn’t regret it, didn’t regret the power his devilish abilities trickled into your very blood to give you abilities beyond your comprehension. Raphael was the reason you were still alive. All he had asked for in return was your soul—forever a guest in his House of Hope.
Raphael sat down at your mangled table. If he was disgusted by the leftovers of your breakfast and the dirty dishes, he hid it well.
You poured him a glass and set it before him on the wooden surface before sitting down opposite him.
“I assume you know the story of Karsus?”
You nodded. “Who doesn’t?”
“Then you’ll know what a powerful artefact the crown is. And I want it.”
“Well, where is it right now?” you asked, seemingly unaffected by his words. You knew better than to question him. You didn’t give a shit about this world anymore. If he decided to take over, at least you knew he’d make the sinners suffer, simply by seducing them into agreeing to a deal with him that they could not refuse.
“It was stolen, my dear. Stolen by someone you know all too well. It was our self-proclaimed saviour of Baldur’s Gate, Lord Enver Gortash. I hear he is up for archduke now.”
You frowned. “Why would Gortash steal the crown of Karsus?”
“Why would anyone? The crown in the hands of this Banite tyrant will bring ruin to the city, to the whole of Faerûn. I intend to save it. I want the crown,” he repeated.
“Wait. Did you say Banite? Enver Gortash is a Banite? Really?”
“The crown, dear. We were talking about the crown.”
“Alright, alright. So what do you want me to do?”
“Oh, it’s quite simple, actually.” He leaned back and smirked. “I want you to retrieve it for me.”
“And steal from the future archduke?”
“You are skilled in stealth. You will find a way.”
“Why me? Why not Korilla?”
“Korilla has been tasked with…some other business of mine.”
You blinked, considering his offer. “I still fail to see what’s in it for me.”
“The crown of Karsus will allow me to become the archdevil supreme. The most powerful devil in existence. Legions will bow to me and follow my command and the hells…will be mine. And you shall become the most powerful warlock any devil has ever taken under their wing.”
“Those were a lot of ‘most powerfuls’ in one sentence. But fine. I bite.”
“Excellent.” He waved his hand and out of a mist of smoke and sparks, a roll of parchment appeared. “Here is all you need to know to infiltrate Wyrm’s Rock. I expect results within a fortnight. Do not disappoint me, little mouse.”
He was gone before you could respond, his glass of wine left untouched.
Stupid, handsome devil. Stupid, stupid Banites! You should never have agreed to this. How could you have known that they would start a bloody cult directly at Wyrm’s Rock? Who could have known that they would, instead of questioning you, send you to the prisons to have you executed the next day? Raphael. Raphael could have known. You scoffed. That damn devil. He’d never elaborated on the consequences if you failed but knowing him, it couldn’t be good.
But then again…you’d already promised him your soul in return for your powers, so what else could he possibly take from you now? You were of little use as a lemur, after all.
If you ever made it out of here, at least you wouldn’t return completely empty-handed, you thought, as you played with the loose straws of hey on the dirty ground. You’d found out a great deal about Gortash’s plans. And he wasn’t operating alone, either. He had both the Chosen of Bhaal and the Chosen of Myrkul by his side.
You’d always known Gortash to be a bit shady but this form of evil was on another level entirely, even for him. An Elder Brain? Frozen ceromorphosis? An Illithid empire with him on top? You shook your head.
It was just then that sparks of hellfire danced through the cell. Smoke erupted in the corner, the smell of sulphur filling the stale air; and yet, despite the discomfort this very circumstance should have brought you, you felt relief flooding your body.
“My, my, what a predicament you have gotten yourself into here.”
“Raphael! Thank the gods… get me out of here, please!”
He truly was a sight to behold—hope, ironically, given your current predicament.
“Come. We have much to discuss.”
You stood, patting the dirt and the dust from your clothes. A sliver of hesitation wrapped its icy claw around your heart as you took the hand he offered and teleported you to safety. But wherever he took you…it was not your home.
“Where are we?” You peeked around, taking in your lavish surroundings. Imposing statues of devils—of Raphael himself—towered up into the air, marble pillars holding a high ceiling. Everything in here had been placed in the right spot with the utmost care, carefully chosen by Raphael himself, even the bottle of finely aged wine and the silver chalice next to it on the small table in front of a luxurious armchair by the fireplace.
The chimney was lit and spreading warmth. This…this was…
“The House of Hope,” Raphael finished your thought.
“I’m in the hells?”
“Indeed you are, my dear. Now. Have a seat. And tell me what happened.”
You did as you were told—there was little to no reason for you to resist or fall to your knees to beg him for his forgiveness. Not yet, anyway.
Raphael sat down in the armchair opposite you.
“You are…surprisingly calm,” you said.
“Should I not be?”
“Well…I failed you. Your mission. Aren’t you going to roast me over eternal hellfire?”
“You did fail. Except you did not.”
You raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
“I knew that retrieving that crown was going to be no easy feat. I knew Gortash was a force not to be underestimated. You merely needed the motivation to try. So tell me. What were you able to find out?”
You blinked. You were…forgiven? By Raphael himself? Confused and still a little hesitant, you told him everything you had learned—including where his precious Crown of Karsus was right now.
“Hmm…hmm…”
He looked away and said nothing else for a while but who were you to interrupt his devilish thoughts?
“That indeed changes the game…I will need time to accommodate to these…circumstances, shall we say.”
“So…am I dismissed?”
Finally, Raphael’s gaze found yours again. His smirk burned hot in your veins, setting the power he fed you with ablaze. Damn that warlock connection.
“You are. You provided me with everything I needed to know about the crown’s whereabouts. About Gortash’s plan, the dead three, and the Elder Brain. You did well.”
You tilted your head. “No punishment? No ‘your soul will burn in eternal hellfire for failing me’?”
A pause. And then, his smirk grew even wider. “No.”
“Okay…um…thank you. So…how do I get back home?”
“You don’t.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“As of right now, you are a wanted criminal and a traitor to Baldur’s Gate. The Banites will long have infiltrated your home. It would be suicide to return just yet.”
Shit. He had a point. “But…where am I supposed to go then?”
“Why, you will stay here, of course, in my House of Hope.”
“You…you want me to stay here…in the hells…with you?”
“Now, now, I will be very busy. Do not expect me to entertain you, little mouse.”
You bit your lower lip. You despised his nickname for you…except you didn’t—and neither did, apparently, your nether regions.
“But for now…” he continued, looking you up and down as if deep in thought all of a sudden. “Let me show you around. I believe you deserve a reward for all your hard work. You can freshen up in my boudoir, wash the dirt from your skin. You will most certainly enjoy what awaits you there.”
You didn’t like his tone when he said that. Not at all. Expect you loved it. There was something sensual about Raphael’s voice—the devil loved to listen to himself talk but of course, that was nothing new. You’d grown to like his ways, his attitude, even his arrogance. After all, he was the very reason for your powers.
Raphael led you through a long and empty corridor, safe for the souls who had been unfortunate enough to strike a deal with him. If this was his way of showing you what awaited you once you perished…you swallowed thickly, your stomach churning.
“Oh…oh…oh…you will be so much fun to watch!” The soul who spoke to you had wide eyes and she was visibly…aroused. Perhaps at this point, your alarm bells should have been ringing. Whatever Raphael’s plans were…whatever awaited you in the boudoir…
“I gave them exactly what they asked for, little mouse,” Raphael said, his hand finding the small of your back. “Don’t worry. The fate you promised me will be much less hopeless and sufferable.”
You stepped through what resembled a portal—an arcane lock, you realised—keeping unwanted visitors out. Cool magic grazed your skin, and then you faced a vast pool with two running faucets on either end. Cushions, wine, delicacies, and even books formed a wreath around the pool, along the wall there were several wardrobes you assumed contained fresh clothes and towels. There was another area behind the pool, one that was barely visible from where you were standing. Still, you could make out the wooden posts and the luxurious fabric of a king-size bed.
“Please… step inside. Help yourself to some fruit and some wine.”
You hesitated—again. But this time it was because of a strange stab of excitement in your stomach.
Eventually, you stepped forward and took off your boots. Raphael, however, made no move to leave. Instead, he stalked over to a lush sofa in front of a high window and sat down with his legs spread wide as if he owned the place. Well. He did.
What was his plan? Was he going to watch you? You knew better than to object. You had no problem with nudity, although it was a little strange Raphael would want to watch you bathe.
With a sigh—if anything to shake off the nervousness eating away at your insides—you began to undress until not a single layer of fabric remained.
Your patron’s eyes followed your every move as you stepped into the pool, taking in every single inch of your exposed skin. It was…pleasant. The water was just right and as it wrapped around your limbs to clean it, it felt…soft.
You moved to the middle of the pool, submerging yourself until the water reached your collarbones. The bruises and cuts you had taken with you from this mission all but shrunk and disappeared, leaving behind healthy and unmarred skin. Restoration faucets…no wonder Raphael always looked so impeccable and untouched.
The relief was like a balm for your body. Your aches disappeared, the exhaustion draining from your core. You were about to close your eyes when all of a sudden, a tall figure appeared above you. A gust of wind tore through your hair. You looked up, discovering bat-like wings keeping a red-skinned figure in the air with its arms crossed, a sly smirk on its—his lips.
The demon, an Incubus, you recognised quickly, was the spitting image of Raphael.
“Hello, little mouse.” Fuck. He sounded like him too. “Is that your little warlock?” he asked. You were very well aware he wasn’t talking to you, yet all you could do was stare at him with wide eyes and your jaw dropped.
“Isn’t she a fine specimen?” Raphael bragged.
“She is indeed.” The incubus lowered himself down until his bare feet touched the carpeted floor, his eyes, identical to Raphael’s, never leaving your form. You were frozen in place. Meeting an incubus in the flesh was quite a remarkable experience—but also potentially dangerous. What did your patron have in mind? To show you off? You gasped for air. He’d promised you a ‘reward’. He couldn’t have been referring to…
“My name is Harleep,” the incubus purred as he flew closer. The faint smell of sulphur hit your nostrils. Every instinct inside of you screamed for you to get out, to save yourself…yet a very depraved and filthy part of you was begging you to stay to see what would happen. What could happen.
You told him your own name and he gave a toothless grin. “Such a pretty little mouse…what do you say? Should we make you feel good? I take it Raphael has brought you here because you’ve been a very, very good girl.”
You lower regions clenched. Fuck. Why did this excite you so much? It shouldn’t. And yet, you found yourself nodding. “I…I think so?”
Raphael chuckled. “I was hoping you’d say yes. Harleep is a very…thorough lover. And I do admit, after all of our time spent together, I am rather curious as to what it would be like to claim you.”
Oh. Oh. He…oh gods. If there was one thing you knew about Raphael it was that he was quite possibly the most narcissistic and self-absorbed devil in the nine hells. It was beneath him to mingle with anyone who didn’t live up to his standards—and the only one who did, apparently, was himself.
You actually had to bite back a laugh when you realised. Raphael had made Harleep take his form because he wouldn’t fuck anyone but himself. And now…he wanted to watch Harleep fuck you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find the thought intriguing. It had been ages since you’d last had sex, besides, receiving pleasure from an incubus? There was nothing else like it. Should you give in?
“My…such a shy little mouse…” Harleep’s hand came up to stroke your cheek as you stood there in the water, naked and dumbfounded. It slid down the side of your face, over your neck, your shoulders, and your arm until he was able to intertwine his fingers with yours and gently pull you with him.
And just like that…all of your remaining resistance, any doubts and fears…faded away. Harleep snapped his fingers to dry your skin and had you sprawl out on the huge king-size bed. The bed sheets were soft, silk, or satin as you sank into the mattress and rested your head on the pillow. The Incubus crawled over you in an almost predatory manner, Raphael following suit behind him. He pulled up a chair and poured himself a glass of wine, his mischievous eyes glistening with curiosity and desire.
Oh gods…he really was going to do this, wasn’t he? This was going to happen. He was going to watch Harleep fuck you right before his eyes.
You breathed out when Harleep grabbed your knees and spread your legs for him to position himself between them. You glanced down, eyes widening a little at his size. He was as hard as a rock, his red skin almost glowing in the orange light of the hells. Feeling him inside you…all of a sudden, there was nothing else you wanted in this world any more than this, any more than him.
He already was fucking with your mind then…Incubi had an uncanny ability to charm their victims before they devoured them entirely. But surely, Raphael wouldn’t let him go this far…would he?
Harleep’s tip pressed against your entrance and you realised in shock that you were dripping wet. Your pussy was throbbing, eager to take a cock and ease the growing arousal he was making you feel.
“Now…let us see how you taste, little mouse.” Harleep buried himself inside you to the hilt without any forewarning, meeting no resistance from your wanton body. A gasp escaped your lips as he claimed you, causing Raphael to chuckle as he twirled the red wine in his chalice before taking a sip.
“Hmm…like a lush and ripe fruit, juicy and ready to be plucked…” the incubus raved.
Was that really how you tasted to a sex demon? You couldn’t talk, couldn’t think… You bit your lower lip, digging your nails into the sheets as Harleep began to move inside you, withdrawing almost entirely only to plunge himself back in and fuck you slowly and intimately as if to savour your body.
Your breathing grew heavier, your arousal climbing even higher. Every single thrust was an ode to an impending orgasm. It was pleasure like you had never experienced it before. Nothing else mattered anymore. Whatever Harleep was doing, whatever his superpower was…it was working. Penetrative sex alone never did the trick for you—but with him, you’d been on the brink of climax from the very moment he’d sheathed himself inside of you.
Raphael chuckled and your head fell to the side. His gaze lingered on your joined bodies, taking in your bouncing breasts and Harleep’s powerful strokes, his cock disappearing into your wet warmth over and over again. He looked…fascinated—and you couldn’t help but let it fuel your carnal desire to drown in a whirlwind of lust.
Harleep joined in on the devil’s chuckle. “Keep going, little mouse. I can feel you tightening around me. You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
You bit your lower lip harder, almost drawing blood. Forcing your eyes back on Harleep, you nodded eagerly.
“Then come, little mouse. Show us how much you are enjoying this.”
It was all you wanted to hear, all you needed to hear. You fell apart beneath him on the bed, the delicious knot in your stomach unbound. Your walls contracted around Harleep’s cock who did not relent, fucking you through your orgasm until you turned into a whimpering mess.
The pleasure cursed through you like pure electricity, your mind shutting off. You were his…his for the taking, his to feed on, his to do with you as he pleased, forever…
“Now, now, Harleep. Don’t forget your manners.”
The incubus chuckled and with a start, as the last remaining weaves of bliss ebbed away, you woke up. Harleep dug his nails into your hips, lifting them off the bed to bury himself even deeper. He fucked you hard and fast now, ready to take his own relief.
“Do not come inside of her,” you heard Raphael say. His tone allowed no contraction.
You threw your head back, enjoying every single luscious thrust until Harleep stilled and pulled out, one of his hands wrapping around his length to finish himself off.
Ropes of his seed landed on the clean bed sheets between your legs, staining the pretty fabric. You were panting, fighting for your sanity when part of you didn’t even want it back.
“My, my…what a show.”
You half-expected Raphael to clap. Instead, he only chuckled again and got up from his seat. You couldn’t help it—you glanced down, noticing the considerable bulge in his trousers.
“Join me for dinner once you’ve recovered. You must be famished, my dear.”
With that, he left, leaving you behind with a seemingly out-of-breath Incubus who was still drinking in your essence, your arousal. He seemed…satiated. Amused, even.
Fuck. You’d need that restoration faucet again before you could even consider having supper with the very devil you had promised your soul to.
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Kazuha - skinny dipping
tw: gn!reader, making out, mentions of public sex (but no one is around really), shy kazuha, public indecency (skinny dipping duh) - minors dni!
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"Have you ever tried skinny dipping?"
Kazuha looks at you with a puzzled expression.
"Why are you looking at me like I just turned into a hilichurl?" You giggle.
"I- I've never heard of this term before..." He stutters slightly. "Would you like to...explain it to me?"
"Technically, you can enjoy a bath in the nature without any clothes on. Be it in the sea or a lake." You casually explain the foreign term.
"T-That's preposterous! It suggests public indecency!" A faint blush crosses over Kazuha's face at the mental image.
"Well, if you're alone in nature, it's not exactly public indecency, since there aren't any people around you."
"Y/N, what are you suggesting?"
"The ponds in Chenyu Vale are so pretty during the night, don't you think?" You grin.
"Y/N?"
You get up from the grass and start removing your clothes one by one, the fabrics pooling around your legs. The crisp air brushes over your skin and you shiver lightly, but you don't care - you're dead set on enjoying that dive in the pond.
Kazuha turns his head away from embarrasment, covering his mouth. His gentle and respectful personality is what characterizes him, but right now, he's having quite a hard time.
Curiosity gets the better of him and he turns his head towards you, watching you bathe in the pond under the moonlight.
If he didn't know, he would think you were an adeptus.
"Come on, you're missing out!" You wave at him from the pond, "It feels amazing, I promise!"
"Archons, give me strength." Kazuha mutters to himself and starts undressing, shivering when the air hits his bare skin. With slow steps, he descends into the cold water, gasping at the chilliness.
"So? Does it feel as amazing as I told you?" You smirk at him.
"Well, it is definitely a.....novel sensation for me," He shivers lightly, "But I have to admit that it is indeed liberating, in an odd way."
"It's just the initial shock, you'll get used to it soon, don't worry." You reassure him with a laugh.
"Have you done this before, Y/N?"
"A couple of times, yeah."
"Aren't you scared of, you know....Getting caught by someone?"
"Trust me, nobody ever comes here, so there's no risk."
Kazuha takes a deep breath and swims closer to you.
"I never thought I would say this, but.... you look really beautiful like this, Y/N."
"You mean, without clothes?"
"N-No! I didn't mean-"
You cut him off by playfully splashing water on his face and try to swim away mischievously, but he's fast enough to catch you by the wrist.
"Hey, I was just joking!" You defend yourself.
"I know. But I'm not."
Kazuha's expression is serious and you fear you might have made him unintentionally uncomfortable, but the way he cups your face and presses his lips on yours has you thinking twice.
You melt into his gentle touch, your palms resting on his chest.
He pulls away with haste, breathing quickened and his cheeks radiating with heat.
"I-I'm sorry, I overstepped-" He apologizes, but you pull him back and kiss him again, a bit harder this time. You hear his muffled yelp when you slide your tongue in his mouth and it almost makes you want to giggle.
"You didn't overstep anything, Zuha." You catch your own breath this time, "I was actually hoping you would do something like that. So, thank you for getting my hopes up."
"Well," Kazuha chuckles, "I certainly never thought I would be....what was it again?"
"Skinny dipping."
"Yes, skinny dipping with you, but here I am. And I'm glad your courage influenced me, Y/N."
"Does that mean you'll stay a bit more here with me?" You circle your arms around his shoulders.
"Let's just say that I have enough courage to do more things with you in the water, other than skinny dipping."
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sleeping problems (Valeria Garza one shot)
Valeria Garza x female reader
Summary: Valeria wakes up during the night and finds that her girlfriend can't sleep.
note: English isn't my first language but i have done my best, sorry for any mistakes.
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It was 3 in the morning when Valeria woke up, she rubbed her eyes and headed to the kitchen to drink some water. She was still quite sleepy, barely noticing where she was walking, and the darkness of the place didn't help much.
There was a small light in the kitchen that her girlfriend always left on before going to sleep. It wasn't enough to illuminate the kitchen completely, but it was enough for her to take a glass and pour herself some water.
There was nothing but the silence of the night and the light clink of the crystal glass. Until a voice emerged from the darkness.
"Couldn't you sleep either?"
The glass slipped from her hands, crashing against the sink and spilling the little liquid that was left, luckily it didn't break.
"Puta madre, (Y/N)!" Valeria gasped in surprise.
She turned to find a small silhouette barely visible in the gloom. Her girlfriend was sitting in one of the seats at the bar, she could barely notice a glass in front of her, she had her elbows resting on the bar, but nothing else was visible.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you," the girl said with a grimace. She got up from her seat and took the few steps that separated her from her girlfriend.
(Y/N) surrounded her with her arms and Valeria soon did the same. The height difference wasn't much, but Valeria was a little taller, especially when she wore those horrible boots that she hated, she said it added too many extra inches to her and made her feel even smaller.
"I thought you were in bed."
"I couldn't sleep," she murmured, avoiding mentioning that she hadn't been able to sleep well for weeks, always waking up at the same time every night.
"And what was that lump on the bed?"
"My favorite stuffed animal and a pillow, maybe." The girl giggled. It hadn't been her intention to leave both things under the covers like that, but apparently it had given the impression that she was still there.
"What happen?" Valeria removed some strands of hair from the girl's face, she just sighed and laid her head on her shoulder.
It could be Valeria's natural smell, mixed with the shampoo she always used when showering at night before going to sleep, but something had made her feel more relaxed, causing her to close her eyes for a few seconds, as if she were trying to record that moment in her mind.
She had learned to appreciate every moment with her. She was afraid that one day the phone would ring and would realize that she would never see her girlfriend again.
"About what?" she asked, not understanding what she was referring to.
"Why you can not sleep?"
"I don't know," she answered without hesitation.
She was not lying. In reality, she didn't have the slightest idea why she had started waking up during the night or she just couldn't sleep, despite being completely exhausted when she got ready to sleep.
"Do you want me to help you sleep again?" Valeria murmured. Her lips brushed the skin of her shoulder and there was a suggestive tone in her voice that made the youngest smile.
"It's only been a couple of hours, do you still have the strength for another round?"
"Well, that's the good thing about being with a girl," she joked.
(Y/N) didn't know if it was true, but she couldn't help but let out a little giggle. She had discovered that was interested in girls at an early age, when she entered high school, was a girl who first caught her attention, but Valeria had been her first real relationship or at least her first serious relationship. She had never been with a boy and she had never wanted to, and now even less than ever.
"No, I'm fine, let's go to bed."
Valeria nodded. She felt how her girlfriend intertwined her fingers and gently pulled her to start walking next to her.
The silence of the house seemed suffocating, they couldn't even hear the sound of their footsteps because none of them were wearing shoes. (Y/N) looked around her when they entered the room, looking for their little pet, she had insisted on having a foster child in their relationship when they moved in together, and although she preferred a dog, Valeria was a cat person.
Shortly after, a black fur kitten that was up for adoption came into their life. Valeria had named her Neblina. She used to leave the house at night, but would return about an hour later. (Y/N) hated that, she said something bad could happen to her.
Valeria wrapped her arms around her waist when she noticed that she was starting to worry about Neblina again, gently pushing her towards the bed and causing them both to fall, (Y/N) let out a whimper and stirred gently in her girlfriend's arms.
"Stop worrying," she murmured, knowing perfectly well what was going through her head.
"If something happens to our daughter, it's your fault." She frowned a little, she didn't sound upset, just a little worried. She had that fake tone of voice when she wanted to pretend that was reproaching something, but she found it very difficult to get angry with Valeria.
The words "our daughter" coming out of her mouth managed to stir something in her stomach.
"Nothing will happen to her, you know that she always comes back an hour later." Valeria left a kiss on her forehead and felt how she relaxed in her arms.
Several seconds passed in silence, until they both decided it was time to get back under the covers. Valeria always slept on the left side of the bed and (Y/N) on the right, it was something unconscious that they had started doing when they started sharing the same bed.
"Go back to sleep," (Y/N) whispered. Valeria looked at her for a few seconds before she turning back around.
Valeria frowned, confused, she didn't seem angry or like she didn't want to talk to her, it seemed more like she felt guilty for waking her up, even if it wasn't her fault. It had been Valeria herself who got up to drink some water.
(Y/N) felt arms surround her again and, seconds later, her girlfriend's breath hit her cheek. Valeria placed a soft kiss on her skin and although she couldn't see her, she could feel her shake her head.
She wasn't going to fall asleep if her girlfriend's head was full of thoughts and she couldn't sleep. It seemed… selfish to her. Maybe it wasn't the right word, but Valeria had always cared about her, if she had a problem, she always looked for a way to help her and not being able to sleep seemed like a big problem.
"I won't go to sleep if you're still awake." (Y/N) sighed. She hated when Valeria did that. In reality, she didn't hate it, but she felt guilty. "Tell me about your day."
(Y/N) sighed, trying to review her day. She had once told Valeria that her therapist said that one way to fall asleep was to talk about things that had happened to her or plans she had in mind for the near future.
She had laughed, it sounded stupid and it was the first time she had heard a therapist say that, but surprisingly, it had worked more than once. Her mind became distracted, she stopped overthinking those things that kept her awake, and eventually she fell asleep.
She couldn't believe Valeria still remembered that.
"I ate a salad," she started to say, but immediately stopped when heard her girlfriend laugh. "What?" She asked annoyed.
"Salad? Again?"
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Valeria always made fun of her when she ate salad, not because it bothered her, but because, strangely, she always ate the same thing and it was always exactly the same salad. It's not that she starved herself, actually, it was one of those salads that had chicken and thousands of things.
But, at that point, she had eaten the same thing so many times that Valeria had begun to find it funny.
"Let me finish!" She reproached and her girlfriend just nodded and remained silent. "Neblina and I took some photos and watched movies."
"You two took photos?" Her girlfriend nodded. "Can you send me them?"
"So that?" (Y/N) had begun to play with Valeria's fingers that were around her waist.
"I want it to be my wallpaper."
The youngest giggled and turned around to see her face. There was some darkness in the room, but she could see her face perfectly. (Y/N) always left the bathroom light on and the door slightly open to prevent the room from being completely dark at night.
Valeria felt that she had done something right, because her girlfriend's body was no longer tense as before and a small yawn had left her lips. She was sleepy again.
"If I don't forget it tomorrow, I will do it."
Valeria nodded. She watched as her girlfriend had placed her head close to her chest. She couldn't see her clearly, but she could tell that her eyes had begun to close.
"Are you going to sleep now? Now I'll be the one with insomnia," she joked.
(Y/N) laughed again, her laugh sounded slow and muffled due to her sleepiness, at any moment she would fall asleep and that was enough for Valeria to know that she had done a good job.
Several minutes passed in which neither spoke, her eyes had closed and soon her breathing became calm, indicating that she had fallen asleep. Valeria smiled, her girlfriend asleep and completely at peace was the best thing she could see. She placed a kiss on her cheek before lying down to sleep as well.
When she was about to close her eyes, a noise caught her attention. Her gaze went to the window, only to see Neblina, who had returned from her night walk.
And Valeria smiled before finally closed her eyes to fall asleep.
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