#to be concluded ... tsk :smirk:

[munsonslove]

Open Drawers

(18+ only)

summary: You forget to close the drawer to your nightstand and your best friend accidentally finds your vibrator.

wordcount: 4.3k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, slight softdom!eddie, friends to lovers, smut, use of sex toys, praise kink (good girl), very slight degradation (he calls you a slut once), pet names (sweetheart, princess), spit used as lubricant, edging, overstim, no use of y/n

a/n: i teased this fic a while ago, sorry it took me a bit to actually post it but i hope you like it anyway!! requests are open and much appreciated, if i know someones actively waiting for me to write something for them i’ll be more likely to not spend a whole ass month on it lmao

It’s been weeks of torture. Ever since Eddie found out about your ‘little secret’ he’s refused to let it go, bringing it up as often as he can just to humiliate you further. It was cruel behavior, especially from the man you consider your best friend. Though you can’t be too surprised, considering he’d always had an affection for teasing you. In the past it had always been rather playful and innocent- maybe just ever so slightly suggestive- but you were generally able to ignore his flirtatious comments and retain your close relationship (no matter how much they made your pining heart flutter). It had been almost a month since everything changed.

Nobody was home when you returned from your shift, and inspecting the refrigerator revealed a note left to you from your roommates stating that they would be gone for the rest of the night. The news was passed along through phone call to your best friend before you even changed out of your work clothes, and within the hour Eddie had arrived at your door with a six-pack of beer and a relaxed grin. He entered without knocking (having been given a spare key from the day you moved in) and found you sprawled out on the couch, movie just starting with a large bowl of popcorn already made. You don’t even bother sparing him a glance up as he kisses the crown of your head before plopping down directly on top of you.

You try and fail to kick him off. Admittedly you may have been able to muster more strength for the task if you hadn’t been laughing at his typical antics. Failure becomes even more set in stone when his hands find their way to your sides and you dramatically call out “uncle, uncle!” in hopes that he will mercifully cease his relentless tickling. Thankfully, he does seem to be feeling benevolent this evening and climbs off, allowing you to sit up as he takes his place next to you. After ripping a can from its plastic rings, you pop open the tab and take a sip while Eddie grabs fistfulls of popcorn and shoves them into his mouth with a total lack of manners. You conclude that something is definitely wrong with you for finding this somehow endearing, and you gaze at him longingly until he turns to you with a mock-disgruntled eye roll. 

“John Hughes?”, he complains, mouth still half full, “Can’t we watch something else?”

You smirk at his predictability. “I knew we wouldn’t make it past the opening scene,” you respond while tsk-ing at him and shaking your head. “I rented a couple of cheesy looking b-movies just yesterday. You know, slasher flicks that for sure spent all their budget on fake blood?”

He smiles big and jumps up off of the sofa. “Aw, my favorite! You do love me!” he exclaims with sarcastic sentiment, “You remember to stash the tapes somewhere your thief roommates couldn’t find?”

“First of all, stop calling my friends thieves. That was one time,” you say while slapping lightly at his leg from your lowered position, “And second, yeah. They’re next to my bed.”

He nods and heads to your bedroom, not wasting time to ask permission seeing as after so many years you both had developed a ‘me casa es su casa’ type of unspoken agreement. After a few more sips of your beer and picking at a partially popped kernel, you notice that Eddie is taking an unusual amount of time retrieving the tapes. You were sure that you had left them on your nightstand, you even remember seeing them while in bed this morning as you were reaching over to-

Oh. Fuck.

The can drops from your hand and falls to the floor, spilling light amber liquid onto the hardwood. Rushing into your room, you see Eddie standing in front of the drawer you had forgone closing while leaving earlier, looking down into it with a clear view of your 18th birthday present to yourself. He whips around, jaw dropped in shock. There’s an unreadable look in his eyes as he stares you down, and you realize that you have no idea what he’s thinking about. Probably all the new ammunition he now has to use against you during one of your future banter sessions.

You run forward, shoving him sideways onto the bed and slamming the drawer shut. He lands with a huff- his back on the mattress- before propping himself up onto his elbows, still looking at you with that confusing expression. His silence so far is honestly more nerve wracking than him ruthlessly making fun of you would have been.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize frantically. “I completely forgot I left this open, and I didn’t know we’d be hanging out tonight, and when I sent you in here I didn’t even think about it, and I never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, and I-”

“Woah, princess,” he cuts off your rambling, using that nickname that he’s been using ever since the two of you met back in school. It usually brought a warmth to your cheeks, but given that you already felt sick to your stomach the sweet moniker was not appreciated. “It’s fine, I promise!”

“Fine?” you cry out, the sound muffled by your palms as your heated face is now buried behind your hands. You turn your body to face away from him, and he pushes back with his arms to sit up the rest of the way, then reaches forward to grip your elbow and spin you back around.

“Yeah, I swear! You didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything,” he consoles. “I was just surprised, is all. I just… wouldn’t have expected… you… to have that.” As he speaks the final word, he gestures to the freshly closed drawer containing your magic wand vibrator. The room falls quiet once more as he stares blankly at the offending table, seemingly lost in thought.

You shove his shoulder a little more harshly than you mean to, and he blinks back to consciousness and rubs where you met contact before re-meeting your eyes. “Don’t look at it like that!” you chastise, ignoring the fact that he technically wasn’t looking at ‘it’ like anything, seeing as it was now hidden out of sight. Your head falls into the cover of your hands yet again as you groan out, “Ugh! You probably think I’m some kind of slut now.”

“N-no!” he’s quick to deny, shaking his head. “Of course I don’t think that about you! I mean, come on, give me some credit. It’s the 80s,” he counters, with emphasis on the last word, “guys can be progressive now. I know girls masturbate too!”

“Please don’t say that word,” you reply, your hands still hiding your face but compromising by peeking out through your fingers.

“What?” he questions with a smirk, “Masturbate?”

“You’re completely impossible,” you state, giving in and dropping your arms to your side. You pick up the videos from your messy nightstand and turn on your heel to walk out the door, not even stopping as you shout out “Are you coming or what, Eds?”

Behind you, Eddie takes the opportunity of your back being turned to adjust himself in his pants and prays that he manages to keep it down throughout the duration of movie night.

That was almost an entire month ago. While Eddie took pity on you for the remainder of that night, the very next morning began his onslaught of mockery. Although, perhaps mockery wasn’t quite the right word, because you know all his jokes were meant to be lighthearted and fun. You know if you told him he was making you uncomfortable that he would stop in a heartbeat, so the real problem you’re facing is that you don’t want him to stop. Every time he shows up unannounced and slyly asks, “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” with that knowing gleam in his eyes, you’re not sure if you want to scold him for his teasing or jump his bones. Him speaking so candidly about something that’s always been so private should be embarrassing- and it is- but it would be dishonest to say the butterflies in your stomach are only there because of your modesty. Truth be told, he was turning you on every time he hinted at the fact that he knows all about your favorite form of self care.

Not only were the teasing comments nonstop, there were also the questions. Eddie was relentlessly curious about the process (which confounded you considering you thought the situation was pretty straightforward) and he never seemed to run out of things he wanted to ask you.

“How long have you had it?”, “How many settings are there?”, “How often do you use it?”, “Do you need it to get off?”, “What do you think about when you use it?” (definitely couldn’t answer that one honestly), and finally, “How exactly do you use it?”

According to him, he wanted to know the ‘right way’ to use one on a girl for future reference. One day, the frustration of constantly having to dodge his incessant questions became too much, and without thinking you blurted out, “If you’re so curious about how to use it, why don’t I just teach you?” Understandably, your outburst shocked the both of you. What shocked you more was when Eddie quickly recovered and excitedly agreed.

That was how you found yourself spread out on your bed with your best friend on his knees in between your thighs. Your most private area is only covered by your hands, and your discarded panties are tucked in Eddie’s back jeans pocket.

“How am I supposed to do this if you’re hiding, princess?” he asks, observing the toy and turning it over in his hands, “Don’t be shy. It’s just me.”

That was the problem. It was him, your friend that you’ve been harboring a secret crush on for years. Now you’re in a position with him that you’ve fantasized about so many times, and you don’t know what it means for the future of your relationship. Above you, Eddie fiddles with the two buttons, figuring out the mechanics of what they do. He discovers the bottom button turns it on while the top changes the speed. There are three settings, and after cycling through them all it starts back at the beginning, only turning off by pressing the bottom button once more. When he’s done figuring out how the toy works, he powers it on to the lowest setting and looks at you expectantly, eyes flitting between your hands and face. You turn your head to the side, take one final deep breath and move your arms to your stomach, revealing yourself to him.

The air is cold on your exposed center. Other than your shaky exhaling and the humming of the vibrator, it’s quiet. You realize with embarrassment that Eddie has stopped breathing, and when you steal a glance back at him he’s staring at your bare center with an unreadable expression. You instinctively hide your face in your hands, and your thighs involuntarily twitch to close. Of course, they can’t fully shut with Eddie sitting in between them, but the movement does stir the boy from his trance. He pries your hands away from your face and you’re forced to confront his inspecting of you.

He kisses a wet peck to the tip of your nose like he’s done so many times before, and just like always your entire face scrunches up with a smile. With eyes now closed, you start to feel giddy and you can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. You half expect Eddie to start laughing with you, but no sound comes from your friend. Suddenly- and without warning- he presses the vibrator directly to your clit. Your eyes snap open, rolling back in both shock and pleasure as a humiliatingly high pitched squeal escapes out of your slack-jawed mouth.

“Such a pretty sound from such a pretty girl,” Eddie says, barely loud enough to hear considering the buzzing raised in volume due to being pushed up against something. It’s almost like he was more absentmindedly commenting to himself rather than purposefully complimenting you.

You’re only capable of responding with moans as your legs fold into your torso and your toes start to curl. It’s still set to the lowest vibration option, but your aforementioned nerves and arousal were making you much more sensitive than you would otherwise be while using the toy alone. Eddie’s empty hand moves to stroke your inner thigh, before inching toward your center slowly. He seems to be asking permission to touch you himself, and the fact that he still thinks to wait for consent while literally sitting in between your legs after taking off your underwear almost has you laughing again. Instead, you simply nod your head. Eddie’s fingers immediately spread your lips further, allowing the head of the vibrator to be able to hit your clit more directly. The buzzing becomes higher in pitch as he goes up one setting, and the sensation becomes too much to handle.

“Sorry,” he whispers when you whine and start to squirm away, “I’ll be nice.”

After positioning yourself back into place, you mumble out, “Sensitive…” as an explanation. Your voice is surprisingly weak.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, though you doubt he actually feels regretful, “I know.”

The sound of clicking reaches your ears as Eddie toggles the toy back to the first setting. His thumb briefly brushes over your clit, causing you to shiver and gasp, and he breathes out a quiet laugh before pressing the vibrator against you once more- this time more gently. The vibrations are more bearable this way, and you feel the pleasure slowly start to rise and rise until you become a moaning puddle beneath the metalhead. Just as you’re crying out his name- a warning that you're about to cum- he pulls away, cruelly laughing at your protesting.

“Eds, what the fuck?” you shout, frustratedly. “I was so close! Why the hell would you-”

“Calm down, princess,” he interrupts. “You know I’ll get you there. I just wanna have some fun along the way.”

And you do know. You trust him more than anyone else- you’d trust him with your life- but you also know that he’s a little shit. “Please, Eds. Please just get to it,” you beg.

He stares at the head of the toy for a moment before lifting it to his face. His tongue parts his lips, swollen and pink from him biting them, and your eyes widen as he slowly licks directly where the silicone was just touching you. He moans, and his eyes roll back into his head. The sight only drives you more wild, and your hips start rocking the bed as you wait for him to continue.

He starts to bite his lips again as he watches you grind against nothing, desperately searching for friction. “Maybe I was wrong before,” he says slowly with a teasing lilt, “maybe you are a slut.” He had a look in his eyes that you had never seen before.

Your entire body raises in temperature. “Eddie…” you whine, surprised by how much his rudeness is affecting you. “Please…”

“So fucking wet, dripping all over your sheets,” he continues distractedly, paying no mind to your pleading as he caressed up and down your slit, collecting your juices. When he pulls away, you notice the lights of your bedroom reflecting off the glistening moisture on his fingers, and you resist the urge to hide again. “Such a pretty pussy. The prettiest. She’s not used to being treated so nicely, huh?”

As usual, his confidence blurs the line between incredibly sexy and incredibly annoying. His words are making your insides flutter, and probably worsening the ‘dripping all over your sheets’ problem. Still, you can’t help but feel your frustration grow. “Please, Eds, make me cum. Please make me cum,” you beg some more as you scoot down the bed. Your thighs no longer have the room to be laying on either side of him. Instead, they are now resting atop his own thighs, with your pelvises almost meeting making contact.

“So desperate for your best friend to make you cum. Are you always this wet, princess?” As he asks this, the vibrator meets your center again. He rubs it back and forth vertically in quick motions, and you groan in relief.

You answer by shaking your head no. It definitely wasn’t always like this. In fact, it was never like this. The toy slid so effortlessly between your puffy lips, massaging your sensitive nub directly and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Aw,” he cooed, “so it’s just for me?”

As embarrassed as you feel, you figure there’s no use in denying it now. “J- just for you.”

That familiar feeling of climax starts to creep up on you once more, and once more you cry out in annoyance when Eddie eases up the pressure before pulling off entirely.

“No!” you sob, “Eddie please, I need it so bad.”

“You’ll cum when I’m ready for you to cum,” he says, though the dominance in his tone is betrayed by the lust in his eyes. “I just want to play with you for a little longer. You’ll be a good girl, right?”

You suspect that he won’t start up again until you agree, so you do so without a second thought. “I’ll be your good girl,” you promise, “I’ll be good.”

He smiles wide at you before spreading your lips apart and leaning down to spit directly in between them, not that you needed the extra lubrication. Feeling his saliva make contact sent shockwaves through your body, and your back arched just in time for him to harshly press the vibrator back to your clit and start rubbing it in fast circles. This time, the orgasm doesn’t so much creep up on you as it does jump out in front of you, and you’re about to give in until you hear Eddie’s voice behind the haze.

“Hold it,” he orders. “You said you would be good, so be a good little slut and hold it.”

Your head is already thrown back, and you squeeze your eyes shut in concentration. Every fiber of your being is focused on not cumming, wanting to do as Eddie wishes so you can please him. Noticing your efforts, he lifts the toy off of your aching clit and allows you to catch your breath. With your newfound relief from the strain of resisting climax, you notice that Eddie’s free hand has left your waist, and you look down to a glorious sight.

Eddie’s palming himself through his jeans. The image burns itself into your eyelids, so not even blinking becomes an escape from what you're witnessing your best friend do to himself (not that you’re complaining). You silently observe in awe as he attempts to shove his hand down his pants, and struggles on account of them being too tight. To remedy this, he unzips his jeans and slides them down just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. There’s a wet patch where his head was leaking precum, and a clear imprint of his impressively girthy shaft. Once the pants are out of his way you see his hand disappear inside of his underwear as he wraps it around his member and starts jerking harshly, not fully able to stroke up and down his length given the obstructive clothing.

The pure, unadulterated lust that’s consuming you is overpowering any shyness you previously felt. “Eddie,” you say his name, but he ignores you considering you’ve been a constant stream of “Eddie, Eddie, oh Eddie,” for the past ten minutes. “Eds,” you try again, “you can take it out.”

All movement inside his boxers halts. “Huh?” he exclaims with wide eyes, “A- are you sure? This was supposed to be about you.”

“I’m sure,” you confirm. And you lift up your t-shirt to reveal the white lacy bra underneath as you elaborate, “I want you to finish on me.”

His forehead wrinkles as his eyebrows shoot up in shock. With his wide eyed staring, it almost seems like he can’t believe what you’re saying. Drool pools in his open mouth before he composes himself with a head shake. Wordlessly, he sets the still vibrating toy down on the mattress and lifts your thighs off of him, before sitting up enough to pull down the sides of his boxers. His cock springs up the second his underwear is out of the way, and -without thinking about the consequences- you spit into your palm and reach out to tentatively wrap your fingers around him.

The strangled noise that leaves his mouth is the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. He instinctively bucks his hips, but freezes, waiting for you to make the call. You start stroking him hard and fast, not bothering working up to a quicker speed when you were already so desperate for release and wanted him to cum with you. Eddie can apparently relate to said desperation, and hastily picks up the toy back up. Every muscle inside of you clenched as he started rubbing the tip against your clit in small circles. You strained to prolong this moment, knowing your eventual orgasm would be much more rewarding if you could see his face as he came all over your hand and stomach. 

“God, sweetheart,” he groans, “So fucking good. So much better than my hand.” 

The mental image of Eddie touching himself has you cursing out loud. “Really?” you ask, the pride getting to your head, making you feel light and floaty.

“You have no idea,” he responds. “Been fucking my fist nonstop since that movie night. Couldn’t help myself. All I could think about was you getting off, moaning my name.” You wonder if he knows just how real his fantasy was.

His free hand gently caresses the lacy undergarment covering your chest, his touch so light you barely register it. The uncertainty in his actions is clear, so in lieu of giving verbal consent you simply take his hand in your own and guide it to be fully on your breast.

“Can I pull this down, princess?” he practically begs, and you answer with a nod. He immediately tugs the breast cups downward, revealing your naked chest. Your soft, unmarked flesh is framed by the bunched up fabric of your shirt that’s been gathered at your clavicle, and the lacy material of your bra being held below by Eddie’s trembling hand. His hips are now moving in time with the rhythm of your strokes, and the rocking is causing your tits to bounce in a way that has his angry red tip spilling precum all over your hand as he attempts to hold off his release. The sight has you imagining what he would taste like, with you on your knees in the back of his van, and that thought has you hurtling toward the finish line at an embarrassing speed.

“Cum for me,” he orders. The second he gives you permission, you feel the damn break. As you're busy crying out in pleasure, you faintly hear Eddie in the background. “Good girl,” he grunts, “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You cum with his name on your lips. The intensity of this orgasm is unfamiliar, and you realize with bitterness that the edging you were forced to endure was truly worth the end result. With your mind elsewhere, your stroking halts and you hear the creaking of your bed as Eddie starts to violently thrust into your fist until he meets you in orgasmic bliss. Warmth falls on your naked torso and you look down to see that he’s angled his cock to be aiming at your stomach, fulfilling your earlier wish of him finishing on you. The sight of him using your hand to milk himself dry combined with the buzzing still pressed hard against your clit has you cumming harder than you ever have before. Your hand falls from Eddie as his high comes to an end, but he does nothing to pull away the toy and offer relief to your achingly sensitive core. Any attempt to wiggle your hips free from his hold seems to go unnoticed by his strength, and you have no choice but to take the unrelenting vibrations. The overstimulation has tears falling down the side of your face as your shoulders raise from the bed, the top of your scalp pushing into the mattress as your head is thrown back. Eventually, you are able to move away, and Eddie turns off the toy and chucks it off the bed before climbing on top of you and finally kissing you on the lips.

With both of you breathing heavily into the other’s open mouth, the kiss isn’t exactly how you always imagined your first kiss with your best friend to go, but it’s perfect nonetheless. Your hands find their way into his wild hair, while his tighten their grip on your waist. His tongue in your mouth just barely has the taste of you on it from him licking your toy earlier, and as his thigh brushes your middle small aftershocks rush through your body. You stay like this for a while, lazily making out and feeling each other’s bodies, until he breaks off of your mouth to kiss down your jaw, to your neck, then back up to the side of your face.

When he reaches just under your ear, his lips part from your heated skin to whisper, “So we’re doing that again, right?”

Grabbing a tuft of his hair, you guide him back to your mouth, and with your lips moving against him you answer, “Definitely,” before deepening the kiss. You’re still unsure of what this exactly means for your friendship, but that can be talked about another time.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut

[rafedaddy01]

BIRTHDAY SEX WITH RAFE

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Notes: sorry I’m taking so long with the requests

Not proof read

“Happy Birthday” you say as you drop the trench coat to reveal the lingerie you were wearing.

Rafe had been sitting in his study doing some work when you entered.

His arms flexed as he pushed himself away from the desk and leaned back into his chair, a sly smirk on his face as his eyes skimmed over your body.

You walked up and he moved to give you more room.

“Let’s play a game” you said dropping down to your knees.

“If you don’t touch me until you cum, then I’ll do whatever you want me to”

Rafes eyebrow raised, intrigued.

“And I do lose?” He asked, his signature smirk returning.

“Then you have to do whatever I say”

Your hands snaked up his thighs and reached for his belt buckle before pulling the zipper down and pulling out his hard cock.

“Deal” Rafe put his arms up and watched as you locked up the base to his tip, all while keeping eye contact.

He continued to smile at you, hands away, while you sucked his angry red tip and pushed more of him in.

“Fuck” he groaned.

You looked up to see his head thrown back and his hands on the arms rest of the chair.

You smiled as much as you could and continued your work.

Bobbing up and down and inching more of him in u til he hit the back of your throat, triggering you gag reflex. Saliva and tears mixed as you continued bobbing.

“Just like that, fuck, keep going baby. Doing so good f’me.”

You realized he didn’t need to touch you, his words were enough, he was gonna win.

You felt his tip contracted before you throat filled with his sticky, hot cum.

Immediately his hands came to your hair, gripping and pulling as you yanked you up to him.

“I win” he said breathlessly.

You smiled as you kissed him.

Both your lips stayed tangled for a moment before he slapped you ass and you yelped.

“On the couch, face down” he bit your bottom lip before you stood up and followed his instructions.

You felt him behind you as his hand skimmed up the back of your thigh and connected with your clothed pussy, a wet patch evident.

“Tsk, this wet from blowing me off? Naughty girl”

Rafe yanked down your panties and slapped your naked ass once more before instructing you to turn around.

He removed your bra and sucked on your nipples.

You moaned as your hands flew to his hair, he quickly pulled back.

“Not so fast”

He walked back over to his desk and retrieved some papers before retiring back to you.

“This is my speech for the business meeting next week, read it. If you stop at any moment, I will too”

He smirked as you took the papers and scanned them over.

“Rafe I-“

Before you could continue you felt his fingers toying with you clit, causing a moan to escape your throat.

He pulled back and nodded his head for you to start reading.

With a sigh you read, “Ladies and gentlemen..”

His fingers started rubbing your clit and you tried to focus on the words but every action of his made you falter, causing him to pull away.

“You can do it princess”

You started reading again, this time making it a decent way through as his fingers pumped inside of you.

“And that con-“ you breath caught as he hit a particularly deep spot inside you, but once you froze he did too.

You took a deep breath and continued, “and that concludes todays meeting, tha-thank you!” You screamed the final words had you release hit you like a truck.

Liquid covering the black leather couch and Rafes hand as he pumped a few more times and pulled out.

“Good girl”

Rafe locked his fingers clean before hovering over you to kiss you.

“Thank you for the birthday surprise” he tugged you bottom lip between his teeth before winking and walking back to his desk.

You lay there, exhausted, as you recovered from the painfully pleasurable orgasm you just had.

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[booburry]

Madison's Folly// Part 3 // a Gale Dekarios Fic // WC 7.5k // Part 1 / Part 2 / Series Complete

Series Summary: Madison did not have a life of substance nor a life that invoked jealousy of the passing mind, but the few good things she had, she held dear. So when the man she loved unequivocally was left heartbroken by a goddess and a magical curse within his body, Madi found herself searching for any means to rid him of his life threatening burden, no matter the personal cost.

For all magic, no matter the greatness, comes with a cost to match.

AKA Madison does something foolish to prove her love for Gale without seeing the stark irony of the situation until it's far too late to step back.

A/N: Thank you all for waiting! Part 3 got a bit ahead of me, I felt like I needed to add more meat so it didn't feel like a constant info dump. I hope you enjoy and further A/N at the bottom to avoid spoilers for Part 3 ♥.

Tags: Angsty, Emotions, Unrequited Love, Established Friendship/Connection, Dialogue Heavy/Driven, Gale is moody and desperately in love, so much so that the guy isn't entirely thinking straight, spoilers for Act 2/3, Gale likes to see you sweat, they like to kiss cause they can't do anything more, they both have a flare for the dramatic, Companions are present (looking at Astarion & Karlach...), minor Tav x Astarion mentioned/in background

“She said we would find her in this land!” Gale argued as they stood outside the entrance to their party’s last point of interest.

“We’ve searched everywhere Gale, and she isn’t to be seen. Have you maybe thought that she changed her mind?” Shadowheart hotly argued back, Raphael having vanished ten minutes ago yet they still stood outside the stone doors because Gale refused to enter.

“I may not live to see past this bloody mess, so the least you can give me is being reunited with the woman I love!” Gale almost yelled, feeling his anger rise and spark to a boil the moment he heard Astarion’s ‘tsk’ of disagreement.

“Would that be Mystra or Madi? Or another mysterious lover with an M name…oh, is it Mizora? You dirty boy—”

“Shut. Up.” Gale growled as flames balled in his fists, Astarion simply sighing and showing no fear of Gale’s temperamental threats.

“Fine, have your no-fun tantrum but when you’re finished, I might ask you if your genius brain ever thought your little girlfriend might be in there?” He fixed Gale with his well-mastered ‘know it all’ smirk while shooting a thumb in the direction of the stone doors.

“Well…” Gale started to try to defend himself but found he was lacking the words, for, in truth, he hadn’t thought of that at all. He had been fixated on the word ‘land’, never thinking it would be under it. He felt quite foolish, and in his silence, Astarion continued with his point.

“The same place, mind you,” Astarion slowly sauntering towards Gale, “where I have a very personal matter to handle and where Shadowheart has her…thingy.” Astarion pouted at Gale, pausing a moment before straightening his expression and turning away from him. “I thought not. So let’s go, and if she isn’t in here then we search the whole bloody cursed lands a second time while taking the scenic route.” He concluded before turning on his heel to look back at Gale. “Is that agreeable? Or are you set to have another tantrum about it?”

Gale grumbled, displeased with the way he was being spoken to yet not being able to argue it wasn’t well deserved on his part. Silently, he walked towards the door, Astarion sighing into a smile and slinging his arm around Gale’s broad shoulders.

“Ah, a quiet Gale. My favourite.” He teased.

“I wouldn’t mind if you were quiet every once in a while, too,” Gale snarled as he shrugged Astarion’s arm off him, finding himself in no mood for his banter.

~X~

Madi sat in silence as she continued to wait another day for Gale and his companions to arrive. They were capable, surely—Gale alone should be able to complete Shar’s trial, so long as the tadpole didn’t do anything funny to his ability to cast his magic. She frowned at that thought, wondering if she should go searching for him, but every time she tried to leave, she was glued in her tracks.

She couldn’t walk further away from the destination of the deal she made with Shar, to kill the Nightsong, so now that she stood before the entrance into Shar’s domain, all Madi could do was wait and not move an inch closer or further from where she was destined to go.

She used this time to constantly run through her plan, rehearse the things she would tell Gale before they entered and then the other things for right before she made her ‘final act’—for she could only refer to it as that, even in her thoughts, until she was in a place where Shar could not have eyes on her.

The sound of grinding stone from behind her had Madi almost leap to her feet, immediately turning on her heels as the large stone disc that separated this entrance from Shar’s temple rolled to the side. Gale's head appeared within the first visible crack made by the moving seal, Madi immediately letting out a relieved smile before it faltered with the heaviness of the situation ahead.

However, a genuine laugh escaped her as she watched Gale shimmy his body through as soon as he could, practically shoving himself into the stone until it moved and made way for him, seemingly not wasting another second—quickly proving that point by running towards her the moment he could.

“You can have your lover’s reunion after I meet with my Lady,” Shadowheart called out, far angrier than Madi thought she should be, but perhaps their lengthy journey here had waned on her patience. No matter the reason, Madi couldn’t risk them going into Shar’s domain without speaking to Gale and the rest of them before they entered.

“I have waited for a long time,” Madi argued, fury behind every word, “the least you can—” Madi’s words were cut off as Gale thudded into her and clasped her within his arms, hugging her most fiercely.

Everyone, except for Gale, saw how Madi reacted. First, her arms froze in the air, her eyes wide and blank with fear, only to slowly close with a pained expression of regret before she clung to his body with every ounce of strength she carried, desperate to never let go yet holding onto him like it would be the last time she ever did.

“Whatever you need.” Shadowheart quietly whispered, all hostility lost in her tone as everyone but Gale felt the heaviness of an unknown moment slowly filling the room.

“We searched everywhere for you.” Gale breathed a large exhale as he told Madi, stepping away from his hold on her yet keeping his hands rested on her shoulders, only an arm's length away.

“Truly.” Astarion quipped from the back, Gale immediately rolling his eyes before closing them to take a deep, calming, breath.

“I’m glad you found me,” Madi softly told him, rubbing her hands along his robed arms, “but we should talk.”

“I am yours to command.” Gale was quick to reply, an enthusiastic smile on his lips.

“Well…in that case, I need you to cast Silence and Hold Person on me and then drag me to Lights Inn no matter how much I protest—is that in the realm of you being ‘mine to command’?” Gale smirked before drawing a hand up to scratch his beard, studying Madi who felt her focus cracking at the idea of commanding Gale under less dire circumstances.

“You have a strange way of flirting, you know that?” He paused, his smirk lingering before a prompt shake of his head and a wave of his arms. “Nevertheless, I wouldn’t be the gentleman I am if I denied my ladyher every desire.” He bowed to her with a flourish, Madi smiling and blushing at his antics and attention, forgetting what was truly ahead of her for only a moment.

But a moment was enough.

Enough to briefly envision a future where they walked away from this, together.

A vision that steeled Madi’s will to follow through with her plan. It was the only way she saw them having a chance at that future. Not walking away together, but just…any future together. It may come with slightly more risk compared to what Gale’s path had ahead of him, with Mystra’s request and what it would mean to defy her, but with a lot less calamity.

Out of the two options though? Her or Gale? Madi knew it had to be her to take the risk, to take the Karsite Weave within herself and stabilize and sustain it with her connection to the Shadow Weave and Shar’s magic that nested within her.

It also helped Madi wasn’t prone to the blinding ambition Gale historically demonstrated. She didn’t entirely hold it against him, the only exception being the obvious, however, she empathized and grew up seeing the effect of always being told you were the best or of the greatness you would attain had on Gale. How it nurtured his drive for power, for being better than he was the day before, that his magical abilities were all that mattered, was the only thing to focus on.

Among many other matters, Madi was also determined to make him see otherwise, but, for now, the power Madi would gain would be safe in her hands; safer.

Plus, this way, this short journey ends with Gale alive and free from Mystra’s clutches and that’s what mattered most to Madi.

A flash of Gale’s purple magic and she was frozen in place, her eyes remaining closed, but she felt the power within her creep up from her belly and through her throat; like a snake slithering to escape. Shar didn’t like this, didn’t want this to happen, and was manipulating the power she gave Madi to command the shadow weave placed within her, acting like strings for a puppet.

Madi felt her mouth open, unhinge itself almost, as a painful green flame festered and formed at the back of her mouth and at the perfect time Madi saw a scroll being read and silence suddenly cast upon her, the flame immediately evaporating, the weave nestling back into its slumber.

Without waiting, Karlach walked up to Madi and lifted her, set to carry her as they walked back to Light’s Inn.

~X~

Gale lightly brushed the hair away from Madi’s clammy forehead, worry growing roots within the pit of his stomach as he continued to wait for her to wake up.

“I’m sure things will be fine, Gale.” Astarion, uncharacteristically, tried to cheer him up. “You worry too much about it.” He paused a moment before glancing at Gale’s chest. “Besides, you have to be careful otherwise…‘undue stress’, I believe I heard you call it?”

“Thanks, Astarion,” Gale grunted, not caring for the reminder that he carried a bomb in his chest, a volatile orb that was not only at the center of his body but all of his troubles, too. His fanged friend just sighed and sat next to him on the bed.

“Look, I’m…no good at these things,” Astarion admitted with a frantic flourish of his arms, “and neither is Tav, but they are worried about you…and…well, I care what Tav cares about.” He finished with a huff, drawing Gale’s attention to his sudden vulnerability, knowing very well with a look at Astarion that it wasn’t just Tav who brought him here with concern. “Things weren’t exactly going super for you before we ran into her and every day since, well,” Astarion paused, pinching his expression as if trying to think of a way to not sound insulting, “you’ve not looked well, darling.” Gale smiled, a small huff of air leaving his nostrils as he looked back towards Madi.

“I haven’t entirely felt the best, truth be told,” Gale admitted, glancing back at Astarion as if to solidify his friend’s sincerity in his concern before continuing. “Surprisingly I think, without her, I would be a lot more indignant and intolerable than I already was.” Gale sighed deeply before his eyes fell back to Madi who was resting peacefully despite the horror it was getting her here and the fever that would not leave her.

The spells they had cast in the temple hadn’t lasted long once outside. Something managed to counterspell them despite their blessings and protections from the shadow curse, something far more powerful was at work here—a realization that had been the source of Gale’s nausea and unease since it crossed his mind.

He had watched as Madi’s eyes had become black the moment their spells were removed, immediately speaking in a tongue Gale did not recognize but from the way her whole body began to glow, they, collectively, knew it was not good.

Astarion was the one with the quick reflexes and reaction, knocking her out cold before Madi could finish her spell, whatever it had been. She was fine, despite being unconscious, until they walked into the barrier at Light’s Inn. Then she took a fever, her whole body shaking before they even got her into an open bed, unable to be awoken.

Gale desperately needed to understand what it was that she was dealing with, what stupid thing she did because of him, and by how much pain he saw her in, how changed and terrifying her powers had grown, he knew it was not good. He knew she reached for powers far greater than she should have, thinking that power was the only thing that could make a difference, that mattered.

Just like Elminster had said, if Gale took the moment to truly look closely at what she had done, he would see his very own actions.

Which only made him conclude that her power source was now directly entangled and connected with the very curse they sought to purge, the very curse Halsin, at the least, would fight to the death to end, and that was not someone Gale wished to face.

With this new perspective, Gale also now understood why Madi didn’t believe him when he said he would save her from this. He didn’t even understand its true nature but just from the power he saw, from the parts he could already gather, Gale knew it would be difficult to devise a plan.

“At times, I think there are things only you and I can understand out of our little group.” Astarion’s softer tone lightly carried Gale away from his thoughts, the elf’s expression pursed in sombre contemplation. “What it’s like to go from being surrounded by people to being alone yet never quite feeling the difference despite the company.” He offered, Gale lightly shrugging his brow in agreement. “Not needing the company of others yet striving to always be the best when you are.” Astarion offered a less favourable similarity, Gale having a harder time agreeing to it, but only because of his pride.

Astarion hesitated a moment before offering his third, his gaze finally acknowledging Madi.

“Lastly, I think I more recently than you, have found a single person who matters more to you than you could have ever imagined possible, despite the…problematic situations they’ve dragged us into.” Gale smiled, thinking of the precarious situations Tav had dragged them all into so far.

“I’m glad you have them.”

“I am too.” Astarion agreed with a soft smile, pausing a moment as he obviously thought of some memory or moment with Tav, before composing himself and returning his attention to Gale with a soft laugh. “I’m glad you have her too, but that is my point, Gale. If she has willingly done all of this,” he waved his hands dramatically in circles towards Madi, “to save this,” he waved his hands towards Gale, “then you have a chance. Besides, I haven’t met anyone who has made you act so foolishly and I can’t risk losing such entertainment.” Astarion lightly patted Gale’s shoulder. “So I’m invested, and you can count me in when it comes to saving your damsel.”

Gale tilted his head with a light nod, a smile spreading across his lips slowly in his bewilderment at how Astarion was talking to him, helping him, and Gale could truly tell it was authentic, it was truly him comforting Gale in this moment.

“You are a good friend, Astarion.” Gale warmly told him, a soft hand resting on his shoulder before he let out a soft chuckle. “I admit I—”

“Gale?” Madi weakly whispered, Gale immediately dropping to the side of her bed to take her hand into his, Astarion, without hesitation, got up and started walking towards the door saying how he would give them a moment before getting everyone, his tone nothing else but deadly serious.

“I’m right here, my love, you’re safe.” Madi breathed a weak smile, her chest rising with her unregulated panting.

“We made it?” Gale kissed her clammy hand as she struggled to get the three words out.

“I dutifully did as was commanded of me.” He told her, placing another kiss on her knuckles as he watched Madi close her eyes, her breathing becoming more laboured. “Tell me how I can help, Madi—please. I—”

“Nothing…not yet.” Madi groaned, almost hissed, at the pain inside her. Gale knew it was this new power she attained that caused this pain, caused this reaction, but he still couldn’t fully understand it until she told him! Gale found himself, quite honestly, growing impatient with continuously being left in the dark on the matter.

How was it that she was meant to help him, in all these grand ways he was kept in darkness over, yet he couldn’t do a simple thing for her? It was remarkably and unnecessarily unfair.

“You’re becoming more cryptic than Elminster,” Gale grumbled, not finding it in himself to be more cutting than that.

“I rue the day,” Madi whispered with an attempted, weak, playfulness before patting the bed with her free hand. “Help me move and lay with me. I will tell you everything I can.” Gale was quick to move, pulling from his robe a scroll of telekinesis they had found within a bookshelf in some place or another. He had been wondering when best to use such a spell, with it having so many uses, but ensuring Madi could be moved without pain, discomfort or Gale’s weak arms dropping her seemed like a just cause.

Quick and with a flourish, Gale cast the spell and gently repositioned Madi within the bed, allowing enough space for him to slide in. He held her suspended for a moment so that as she rested back into her pillow and mattress, it was also within Gale’s embrace. Madi smiled, her feverish sweat making her skin glow with all the candles and firelight flickering within the room.

“You are breathtaking,” Gale whispered to her, unable to stop himself from putting aside all other matters to just relish in this moment of being able to hold and love her. Madi’s finger slowly rose to boop the tip of his nose.

“You aren’t too bad yourself, handsome.” Gale watched as Madi’s soft and playful smile faltered into an expression of discomfort and fatigue. “I will be back to how I was once we return to the temple, nothing else that can fix this.” He ran a hand over her hair, clearing the stray strands that were in front of her face, before lovingly running a thumb over her cheek. It was taking every ounce of his energy to not panic, to not demand answers of what was going on. It helped to constantly loop through thoughts and reasons of why he loved her, of what she was enduring for him, what she had sacrificed, and that always reinforced his patience.

“And what, may I ask, is ‘this’ referring to?” He slowly, warmly, asked her, Madi smiling a little as if expecting such a response from him. However, Gale could hardly think of a more pressing question to ask, he just ensured to ask it with his decorum in mind.

“I have to kill the Nightsong,” Madi admitted after a small pause, Gale immediately turned from his thoughts, finding himself hanging onto her every word. “In exchange, Shar gave me the power to free you of your orb.”

“That’s who you made your deal with?” Gale immediately asked, purely out of shock as the answer was obviously ‘yes’. “Gods are not ones to seek favours from.” Madi was silent as she thought of how to respond, yet her silence was the only answer he required. Despite how profoundly Gale wished to lecture Masi on how diabolically hypocritical she was currently being, one wince of pain from her and Gale could only be left with worry.

“It was a deal I did not wish to make, but I was left no choice.” Gale felt immediately broken at her words, shattered from the weight of his guilt and shame of his action, that by stonewalling Madi he forced her down a dangerous path alone. “I found out what Elminster was instructed to tell you and I feared to my very core, Gale, that you would think yourself unworthy of living without Mystra’s approval and, quite frankly, kill yourself.”

Gale immediately wiped away the tears that started to form as Madi obviously sat with the thought of losing him while Gale couldn’t avoid empathizing with how deep the fear of losing him must have been for her to take such drastic measures. However, something told him that there was more to Madi’s deal to make it in Shar’s favour.

“I didn’t exactly give you any reason to believe otherwise, did I?” He asked, knowing the answer. “With being a shut-in within my tower, with how cruelly I ignored you…how desperate I was up until a few weeks ago to gain Mystra’s forgiveness.” Gale didn’t try to hide the contempt he held for himself being presented through his tone.

“Tara told me why you did it,” Madi was quick to tell him, her voice soft and full of compassion he did not deserve, “that you didn’t want to endanger me, that you had no idea what would happen with its volatility.” Gale just scoffed and shook his head at her justifications, it was hardly a reason to cause so much strife. Selfish.

“It doesn’t make up for it—”

“It doesn’t have to.” She cut him off again, seemingly impatient with his self-doubts and self-judgements. Madi had, however, been one to illogically against Gale’s standards while always finding the good in every poor choice made or quality had. As such, her opinion on the matter was quite biased—a point Gale felt necessary to keep telling himself. “You have plenty of time ahead to make up for it all. Promise.”

The reference to ‘time ahead’ had Gale immediately hit with thoughts of what that future was, with Madi, without the orb, and he felt desperate to have it. Yet something gnawed at him from the inside, like that future was just out of his reach from keeping.

The feeling struck fear in his heart—fear he would lose Madi, fear he would lose someone who saw only the best in his worst qualities, fear of losing the one person who seemed to make him better.

His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach, realizing that he risked losing all of this because of actions he drove her to take and he couldn’t allow her to carry that burden any longer.

“You don’t have to do this, we can find another way, a better way.” He begged her.

“No, Gale—” She tried to dismiss him but he wasn’t backing down, he had to fight for this, for her, for them.

“I’ll get stronger, better, I can figure a way to use this orb and save you—I am sure of it.” He promised her with all the honesty, sincerity, and desperation his heart could muster and carry.

“You don’t need to be ‘better’, Gale, please,” Madi begged him as she lightly stroked his cheek, “you don’t seem to understand how you have already been the best thing that is in my life, and it was never about your magic.” Gale chucked, lightly kissing Madi’s clammy forehead before cradling her closer to his chest, this not being the first, or probably last, time Madi had told him he was too reliant on his craft.

“I recall you being quite annoyed with me anytime I did cast magic for you.” He felt Madi smile against him, her finger bending and scratching against his chest.

“Yet you still can’t figure I don’t want you for your magical prowess.” Gale laughed with more force than he probably should have at the thought.

“Of course!” He told her. “What else could I possibly have to offer?” Gale felt Madi tug on his hair to make him look at her, her gaze looking so devastatingly serious he felt his breath hitch.

“I am not some goddess you need to impress. You could be a poor farmer with cursed crops, but so long as you were the devoted, doting, generous, caring, endearing, and intelligent man that you are then I would have everything I needed to be happy and fulfilled.” She drew her lips to his as Gale watched her with absolute shock, glazing over her comment of Mystra to focus on the way she described him and that Madi was serious with her convictions and not simply being playful with him.

He was so shocked he barely kissed her back but thankfully Madi did not seem to mind. Instead, she smiled at him with a weak but loving expression.

“I need no status, wealth or power Gale—”

“I know you don’t but I want to give that to you, a life where you are without wanting,” Gale confessed, still finding it absolutely preposterous that he, alone, as a simple commoner, could be enough for a woman such as her. Madi just lightly shook her head, tapping a finger into Gale’s forehead.

“We were so close,” she stressed with two taps, Gale letting out a small, soft, and shocked chuckle, “don’t get thick on me now.” She said, almost to Gale’s head or brain rather than himself, a notion he found both endearing and silly, but he listened to her words all the same.

“I guess I could try to understand.” He slowly admitted, instead shifting his focus to how he felt about her rather than thinking about what he deserved, as Madi was making it abundantly clear that he was no expert on that matter. He duly noted how she was pointedly telling him it was best to take her advice, and, despite how difficult it may prove in action, accept that her bias may be more deserving than he wished to accept.

A fact he could not ignore was how he had always been better off when taking her advice on matters, so despite his great reservations about such notions, all logic pointed to him resigning in this debate. And to think…the last time he disagreed with her was when he had just become Mystra’s lover and had foolishly run to tell Madi with immense pride at his triumph and elation—what a stinging realization that memory provided on multiple levels, Gale once again trying to pull his thoughts away from self-judgement and loathing.

“Sorry,” he apologized, noticing Madi’s playful expression slide into worry at his silence, “got lost in thought, but I say I should understand because when I think of the idea of a…future of this, of us, I do not picture anything but being with you and that is enough for me. More than enough, really.” He smiled, softly, fighting the constant berating he felt on the inside, the deprecation his mind begged to unleash.

Madi’s giddy laugh broke him out of those trenches, his excited and eager attention immediately making her tuck her face into the pillow, keeping it there until Gale scooped a finger under her chin and lovingly brought her shy and blushing gaze to his.

“Sorry—”

“I would happily hear that noise for the rest of my life,” Gale whispered, feeling an overwhelming, desperate, need to fiercely love and protect the woman he held in his arms.

“I don’t wish to say how long I have waited for this moment…not even knowing if it would ever come…I love you.”

“I love you too,” Gale spoke softly, “and never apologize for it. I would much prefer if you told me what I did to cause,” he drew his lips to her exposed ear, “such a heavenly sound.” Gale whispered, feeling his deep desire force his body to lean into his urges until he felt how hot Madi’s skin was, becoming instantly reminded of why he needed to be restrained.

“My appolo—” Madi placed a finger over his lips, Gale’s eyes drawn to look at her, seeing her breathe heavily, her skin glistening from the sweat of her fever—a detail Gale was trying very hard not to pay attention to so he could maintain his restraint.

“When we return to Waterdeep, we can nest within your tower and not leave the bed or balcony for a week, and we can live a lifetime of you whispering naughty things in my ear.” Gale huffed a laugh, caught off guard once more by her promises and how they made his heart and mind race. Stealing another moment for himself to look upon her beauty, admiring what he had foolishly overlooked for years, he couldn’t help but speak his regrets.

“How different things would have been if I had stopped searching elsewhere for the meaning I was lacking in life.” He thought out loud, knowing perfectly well he wouldn’t have this orb orthis tadpole, and Madi wouldn’t be in her current condition; facing whatever peril lay ahead of her. Madi simply shook her head in response and disbelief.

“You always had a flare for the dramatics.” She teased him, Gale smiling, knowing he had no defence to such truths. “Besides…this way we can save each other and have a story worthy of being written about.” Gale frowned, knowing Madi meant to be lighthearted but the notion only reminded him of three important and serious things: what he suspected the magic and power that festered within her was, how it connected to whatever she had planned with his orb, and how he was utterly terrified he wouldn’t be powerful enough to help her, stop her or save her.

But for right now he needed to be strong for her, needed to show her that he would save her from whatever peril she had ahead of her, whether he believed it himself or not. Gale smiled, drawing his face to hers once more.

“Then let us make sure it’s a gloriously romantic tale with a happy ending for the intrepid lovers, shall we?” He proposed to Madi, a small peck to her lips, pulling back to only see her lovingly smiling at him, a newly seen brightness behind her eyes.

“I like the sound of that.” She told him before tugging on his beard to pull his face back to hers.

~X~

They had managed to get back to the temple without issue, Karlach carrying Madi out of the protection of Lights Inn while still weak and sickly but, as previously stated, Madi’s fever was gone within an instant.

No longer was Shar trying to take control of her, to steal her mind and leave her body an empty husk of a follower—another to join the shadows, and a detail Madi ensured to withhold from her companions.

On their journey there, Madi explained how the Nightsong was not an idol but a person, an immortal, a daughter of Selûne and who is the source of Ketheric’s immortality, and how his reign allowed the continuation of the curse. She also informed Shadowheart that her goddess would task her with the same thing she tasked Madi with—to kill the immortal.

The fact that Shar had requested this task of more than one was not lost on many of their companions, or that Madi seemed to understand a great amount of intricate details related to the curse, Ketheric and the Nightsong. Within this explanation, it was understandable that Shadowheart was quick to dismiss the coincidence that would make her mission unimportant, claiming this was her destiny and that her lady called out to her here.

“Your lady calls to all in this land that will listen, ordering them all to do one thing: Kill the Nightsong. Ketheric demands it, her shadows hunger for it, you hear it.” Madi had told Shadowheart, seeing immediately a splinter in her belief and faith. It was not something Madi relished in, coming between someone and their god—despite what her past with Gale may attest.

But Madi heard the whispers of the shadows, heard the tales that the souls carried, and she knew Shadowheart was no more special to Shar than the next follower seeking her gaze and favour.

Thankfully she was able to convince Shadowheart of this truth long enough to temper her need to act hastefully upon meeting the Nightsong, long enough to allow a conversation between the immortal and Shadowheart that left her doubting and defying beliefs altogether.

It felt wrong to be grateful for such a thing, but it made what Madi had to do next a lot easier.

“Now, we free you,” Shadowheart announced, walking towards the immortal but Madi stepped in her way.

“Before that happens, there’s…one last thing,” Madi told the group yet she looked at Gale.

“I suspected as much.” Gale calmly explained which gave reason as to why he had been acting so strangely up until now, like every word or action of Madi’s was to be observed and added into an equation he was running in his mind. All this truth did now was beg the question of what he had figured out this far.

No matter what it may be, Madi felt that she needed to act as if he had not figured out her entire plan, yet.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me get to this point if I had told you.” She admitted to him, wracked with the guilt of her lies yet she knew it was the right thing to do. Gale only nodded, accepting her words, reaffirming that being a truth he had already established. “Please just listen Gale—I know I don’t have the right to ask…” Madi’s speech slowed as she watched Gale’s gaze soften.

“You have every right, you waited long enough for me, I can exercise patience.”

“That’ll be a first.” Shadowheart said with a bratty sneer before there was an audible thud and ‘oof’ from her, followed by a hushed ‘shut it’ from Karlach.

“I read the texts that your orb came from…” Madi continued but hesitated at how much she should tell him, “I know what it is Gale and it will destroy you…one way or another, its power will destroy the man who stands in front of me. I couldn’t leave it to a goddess who asks you to blow yourself up to fix it.”

“She does it—”

“I know why she does it, Gale!” Madi interjected, Gale immediately dropping his head into a shallow nod of agreement, his habit of defending his goddess a hard one to still break. Madi sighed, calming herself before continuing, “I understand her reasoning better than you do.” She pointedly cut at him, trying hard to hold her tongue at the real reason Mystra wished the orb to be destroyed and how she cared not about Gale’s life to do it—to remove the threat.

“Elminster explained to me, unintentionally, how Mystra was planning to use the Weave to sustain your orb and…theoretically, to destroy it, so—”

“You theorized what could be done with the Shadow Weave.” Gale completed, his eyes and voice carrying the shock of a lifetime until his expression twisted into one of fear and pain. “Madi…no! Nothing good could—”

“It’s too late Gale, I made my deal and she will kill me if I don’t make my end of the bargain happen. Either it’s the Nightsong or I that are leaving this place, Gale, but not both and…I, uh…” Madi’s voice quivered as she hesitated to say the last truth she needed to say, the truth that would cause her to act quickly before being banished from the realm of the goddess she was about to cross and betray.

Gale reached out to Madi who flinched at his touch, both of them shocked at her response.

Madi was scared, scared of what she was about to do, scared that a single touch from the man she loved would dissolve her courage and have her back away from the corner she had walked herself into.

“I need you to promise me a few things, right now Gale.” She hotly demanded, knowing she had to just rush into the perilous end she faced. Madi just needed to hear from him the words that would fortify her nerves.

“Madi, I—”  

“Promise me, Gale!” Madi closed her eyes, unable to look at Gale’s twisted expression of concern and burgeoning distress.

“Okay!” Gale exclaimed, clearly wishing to calm her panic while his own continued to rise. “Whatever you ask.”

“Promise you won’t abandon me, you won’t forget about me…that you will try to save me.” Madi’s eyes opened to finally look at him, glimmering as her silent tears reliably returned to her. Gale softly took a step towards her, lightly reaching a loving hand towards her cheek.

“Madi—”

“Promise me!” Madi forcefully continued, knowing that she couldn’t stop, that she was growing weaker by the second out of fear of what she was about to do, what she was about to endure, but knowing she had to do it to free Gale from Mystra’s grasp. “You’ll return to me as you are,” she gripped onto his robes, her eyes frantic and wide as they searched Gale’s, “not Gale of Waterdeep, not Gale of something else, just Gale Dekarios the mortal man whom I have recklessly loved for far too long.”

Madi sputtered a laugh, her tears spraying from her mouth, Gale's cheeks glistening their tear trails as he silently watched Madi, waiting until he was sure she was finished.

“I promise you all of that and the world,” Gale whispered, seamlessly cupping her entire face within his hands only to bring them so close to each other their noses almost touched. “You will never leave my heart for a second. Every step I take, every thought I have, will be to get back to you, I swear it.” He promised, sealing his words with a kiss that was meant to hold a thousand love letters, a thousand moments of professed feelings of longing and sickening want, a promise of a thousand moments and more to come after their time apart. Madi’s whole world shook with the weight and the force behind his intentions, behind the way Gale held her, kissed her, and promised her an endless amount of devotion.

“Elminster has the other one of these,” Madi told Gale through a snotty inhale as they finally parted from the other, “or, well, had the other one. Here,” she added, dropping the ring into his hand, “I won’t be able to respond but I will be able to at least hear you.” Gale slowly clasped his hand over the ring before looking up at Madi.

“I will tell you about my every day.” He swore to her before his eyes softened and he slowly gave her a sad smile. “I promise.” Madi couldn’t help but return the smile.

“Very good, then, with that matter settled…there is just one last part that I need you all to agree upon,” Madi announced, opening herself up to stand in a space where she could look at everyone, Gale, his companions, as well as the Nightsong. “I can’t have you lift the Shadow Curse—”

Voices erupted from all sides, immediately drowning her out. Shadowheart getting heated as to why she sacrificed her faith, Halsin booming his immediate disagreement, Nightsong furious that she wasn’t going to be released.

“Let her speak!” Gale boomed, silencing them all into a hushed stillness before he turned to her with the softest smile of encouragement.

“I can’t have you lift the Shadow Curse right away. I need some time but I promise this land will be allowed to regrow and flourish, Ketheric will not be left immortal and you will be free, Nightsong.” Madi finished, turning to the immortal. “I just…need a few minutes between you being freed and when you can leave…and protection from whatever may come to try to stop me but once I—once I do what I need to, I will be able to protect you.”

Madi waited a moment until she saw Tav, Karlach, Halsin, Wyll and Gale nod at her, enough for her to know she would be safe to proceed. Sealing her fate, Madi reached back and placed a hand on the Nightsong, the seal holding her immediately releasing, while Madi just smiled at Gale weakly, pulling him towards her with her other free hand.

“I understand why Mystra made her rules,” Madi softly told Gale as she brushed some of his hair back behind his ear with the hand that had just freed the immortal. She could tell by the way Gale watched her that it was too late for her to be deceptive, he knew what she planned to do, but by how closely he stood to her, it was evident he didn’t know how. “Power like this shouldn’t be left to mortals who act upon the heart and not the mind.”

Madi brought her lips to Gale’s one last time, lingering in the touch as she slid one foot backwards and over the ward on the floor. Slowly her hand traced his scar from his eye, down his neck and only when her hand rested over his heart did Gale pull his lips away from hers yet found his body bound to her hand.

“The good thing about people like us, Gale, is that we are born sorcerers with a wizard’s training,” slowly the space around them lost the black and purple hue to fill with the pale green that Madi’s magic now appeared in. “We’re blessed with the ability to house, hold, comprehend and create terrible amounts of power,” Madi added, her eyes remaining closed.

The flame that was seared into Gale’s skin floated off of him only to slowly coil around Madi’s flesh, snaking up her arm but, unlike Gale, the lines continued to swirl over her entire body. Only when there was just a circle in her chest left of unmarked skin did her eyes fly open, glowing the green hue of her magic, demonic incantations sprouting from her lips.

Shadows appeared around them, the glyphs that once held Selûne’s daughter now filling with Madi’s magic. Gale’s friends sprung to action alongside the aasimar to protect Madi, as she had requested. Yet Gale could only watch in horror, even after the bond between them was severed, even as he watched the blindingly bright orb she held in her hand get placed into her body.

He could not think, could not move, only watch, slack-jawed, as he observed the woman he loved let out an infernal roar until the ward flared with magical energy and the shadows around them disappeared in an instant.

Silence lingered for a moment, Gale’s friends and the Nightsong looking around before turning to the two of them, Gale still watching Madi while looking completely helpless. Madi panted, trying to recover for a brief moment as she knew barely had a minute left.

“It was the Karsite Weave, Gale—Mystra wanted you to destroy yourself so she could destroy it,” Madi called out to him, feeling the final stages of her spell take effect. She knew she didn’t have enough time to explain it all and could see by the way Gale watched her, he had far too many questions.

“How—”

“No, Gale, listen! I—agh!” Madi groaned out in pain as her entire body went stiff and the feeling in her legs was completely gone. By the shock on everyone’s faces, she knew she was starting to turn to stone. “I combined it, Gale—listen!” She commanded his eyes back from her stoney form. “Shadow and Karsite, inside—ngh!” Another sharp pain and she felt nothing below her neck. “Check your tower! Tara—”

Madi was frozen, cast in stone, yet still conscious only by the magic that now commanded this pocket realm within Shar’s Domain, that coursed through her chest and the ward that kept her in place. Pale green magic still pulsed and illuminated in the swirls that creased her stone form. Unable to move or respond, she watched as Gale looked at her, absolutely gutted by what he saw.

She watched as his companions scurried behind him, pleading with him to move quickly to get back to Ketheric, but he shrugged them off while slowly putting on the ring Madi gave him, raising it to his lips to send a short message.

“I love you…never forget that, okay?”

Even encased in stone, Madi was flooded with pain at the inability to say it back to him, yet so happy to know he was finally without chains to Mystra. Those surges of emotions resulted in a swell of magic flaring up from the ward on the floor, a tendril licking under Gale’s chin, leaving him with a lighthearted chuckle.

“I’ll take that as a promise.”

And then he left, not to return for years, but that wasn’t something Madi was aware or knowledgeable of at this moment. All she could do, and would do, was wait, stuck in her stone form, feeling the aching pain of this morphed weave she bastardized for her singular purpose using her body as a conduit.

Yet she would grow immensely grateful for every short message of ‘I love you’ or ‘thinking of you’ that Gale would send frequently throughout every day leading up to their reunion, along with the nightly recounting of his day, even the ‘disastrously mundane’ ones—as Gale would come to call them.

Those became her favourite to hear about.

Tag list: @fangbangerghoul, @bearlytolerant, @endersnailz ♥ Hope you all enjoyed ♥

A/N:I have it planned to do short little ficlet, 1 to 2k fics of Gale's recounting to Madi as he continues his adventures in the main storyline and then him finding his way back to Madi. It will be slightly on the backburner and will be for when I just need some fluff and Gale silliness as I was blessed with an absolute brain rot of a Professor Dekarios PwP series that I am about to obsessively dive into ♥

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x oc #gale bg3 #gale romance #baldurs gate 3 #gale fanfic #gale dekarios fanfic #booburry writes

[let-your-chaos-explode]

Can you write something platonically about a Never student calling Lesso mom?

You were so, so, so damn close to getting through this experience unscathed. Well, relatively. As unscathed as a Never gets during their schooling. Graduation was only three months away and you were finally starting to relax your shoulders a bit and think that you made it through without any embarrassing, life-altering, throw-yourself-off-a-cliff moments. 

So close…

And yet, here you were. Holed up in the old, rotting wood armoire of your dormitory and hiding like a coward behind your clothes. Shame and mortification settled firmly in your gut and blazed hotly across your cheeks. You would never be able to show your face again, let alone survive another three months in the presence of your peers. Or her. 

You grabbed one of the dingy, black traveling cloaks hanging in front of you and screamed into the fabric. 

“Now that is just entirely over-dramatic. I could almost mistake you for an Ever.” A muffled voice called from beyond your self-imposed prison. 

Your scream concluded with a startled gasp and dawning horror. Maybe, if you were quiet enough, she would just go away. 

Your silence was met with the sharp clack of a cane against the stone floor and the squeak of a nearby bed. Still, you bit your tongue. 

“I don’t have all day.” She snapped, cracking the cane against the wooden post. 

Your silence continued. You definitely didn’t have the mental fortitude to handle any more today. 

“Come out, now.” The command was sharp but quiet. 

“No.” You petulantly called back. 

Unfortunately for you, a battle of the wills was a war you were never going to win. The far corner of your hiding space erupted into eager flames. Quickly, you scrambled out of the wardrobe and fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap at her feet. 

Lady Lesso sat comfortably at the edge of the bed and smirked down at you in victory from her perch. With a twirl of her glowing finger, the flames died and any damage of her persuasion was erased. Resigned to your fate, you simply sighed and looked up at her from your sprawled position, supine on the floor. 

“Professor Manley and Professor Sheeks reported your absence from their classes. And your classmates seem to think that you have drowned yourself in the lake. Or tangoed with some reapers. A few rather boring takes, if I don’t say so myself. We need to work on the creativity of your demise.”

“Well, there’s still time. I was leaning toward something with more flair, like taking on a pack of wolves.” You said sarcastically. 

The Dean of Evil allowed a small tsk and idly started rolling her cane between long fingers. It’s clear she was waiting for you to speak, but you had no desire to relive your most recent trauma. 

“I won’t let you throw away all the astoundingly competent work you have completed in your tenure here. Whatever…teenager…things you are feeling regarding the matter, you will suck it up and return to class. You’ve barely a season left.” Lady Lesso lectured.

And it almost feels like a typical class lesson. If it weren’t that she was the root of your discomfort. 

You merely groaned and threw your elbow over your eyes.  “I am the laughing stock of the entire school! There is no coming back from this.”

“I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

“I called you mom! In front of the entire graduating class!” You exclaimed, rising from the floor in exasperation. 

“Yes, how unfortunate.” She deadpanned. “Anyways, I think Evil stands a chance this year, and I need you to get your shit together.”

It’s all you could do to not pull your hair out in frustration. 

Lady Lesso took in a steadying breath and rose to her feet, pinching the bridge of her nose tightly. A few mumbled words under her breath, a quick glance to the heavens above (very likely in a prayer for patience), and a tightening of her shoulders betrayed her mounting irritation. Seemingly swallowing it down, she hesitated only briefly before laying a cool hand on your shoulder. 

“Look, I’ve been teaching here longer than you’ve been alive. If you think you are the first person to call me mom, you are dumber than I thought.”

“But…”

“It was a simple slip of the tongue. Get over it.” Her smile was sharp and she pinched one of your cheeks mockingly. “Now, you better head to dinner before you starve to death. Now that would be an ending even the Storian would be ashamed of.”

“Yes, mom. ” You teased back, ducking a swat from her cane. 

“Cheeky brat!” She called after you, subtle threads of affection seeping into her words.  

You let it be your courage as you entered the dining hall to face the music.

#Lady Lesso #platonic reader #Leonora Lesso #SGE #school for good and evil #Maternal Lesso #Never student #fanfic #oneshot #mommy issues

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Rafael Barba:  Watching, Waiting

Word Count:  3625

TW:  Smut (Threesome - Barba and Carisi and Reader; voyeurism; male masturbation, PiV, protected).  18+ only.

AN:  Part two of a two part series:  Part One

The single time you had opened your relationship with Rafael Barba to an outside party – his coworker, Sonny Carisi – was a couple months ago.  While it had been fun, it had also been fairly tame by your experience.  Extremely tame, in fact.  There had been some standard dirty talk between the two men, but that was about where their interaction had ended.

And then a few months passed, and Rafael never brought it up.  

You would have worried that the night together had somehow shifted the tenor of your relationship, but it didn’t:  you and Rafael worked just as well as ever, in the bedroom and out of it.  But he had become close-lipped about his desires suddenly, and you wondered why.

You waited for him to broach the subject, but he never did.  When he mentioned Sonny casually when chatting about work, you tried to nudge the topic of conversation to that night, but Rafael remained stubbornly silent on it.

It wasn’t until one weekend that you finally brought it up.  Rafael was sitting on the couch and reading through a law journal, and you sat beside him, writing up a shopping list for the week.

“I was thinking of making that honey chicken tomorrow for dinner,” you said, and Rafael gave a grunt that either meant “fine” or “sure.”  

“We haven’t had it in a while,” you reasoned in a tone that you hoped sounded casual.  “Not since Sonny was over that time.  A few months ago.”  You kept your eyes trained on the notepad in front of you, and you missed Rafael’s knowing smirk as he glanced at you.

“Are you trying to lead the witness?” he asked.  He tsk-ed at you in disappointment.  “Amateur stuff, counselor.”

You sighed and sat the notepad down, then turned to face him.  When he kept reading his journal, you eased it out of his hands and sat it down too.

“Can we talk about it?” you asked.  “We haven’t talked, and I feel like there’s a wall up now.”  You bit your lip and tried to read the expression on his face, carefully neutral.  

“I’m not sure what there’s to discuss, cariño.”

You watched him for a moment, and he only watched you back.  “Well, did you enjoy it?  Hate it?  Are you sorry we opened up the relationship for a moment?”

He shook his head but then shrugged because you had asked too many questions at once.  “I did enjoy it,” he replied.  “I did not hate it.  I am not sorry we did it.”

“So…”

“So, what?”

You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours.  “So why do I feel a weird vibe when either of us get close to discussing the subject?”  You noted the way his brow furrowed, and you added, “you can tell me anything, Rafi.  Anything at all.  I would never judge.”

He took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, and you took his other hand in yours.  He was such a conundrum:  extremely sexual, sensual….but remarkably closed-off sometimes.  You weren’t a psychologist, but you guessed it was his upbringing.  He wasn’t a practicing Catholic by any stretch, but that sort of cultural heritage still affected him.  He wanted to explore more, but that little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that his feelings were sins.

“When I think back to that night,” he began, “I feel like I was disappointing.  Like I disappointed you.  And Sonny.”

“How so?”  You tilted your head, genuinely curious.  You hadn’t been disappointed at all, and you didn’t think Sonny had been either.

Rafael shrugged.  “Because I’m the oldest.  Because I talked a good game but got cold feet at the end.  I feel like you and Sonny had…expectations for what might happen, and I didn’t do any of it.  I just sort of…froze.”

You’d had no expectations for that night, but you understood what Rafael meant.  He was far more comfortable talking to Sonny in the moment, and he barely touched the man aside from a few tentative kisses.  

“And I feel like I ruined it, and now nothing else will ever happen,” he concluded, and you felt a glimmer of hope.  So he did want to explore more after all.

You leaned forward and kissed him gently.  “Rafi, nothing was ruined.  Sonny practically bounded out of here when he left, he was so happy.  I was happy too.  And no one was expecting that single time to be a bang-fest.  Both you and Sonny are novices.  We have to work up to it.”

Rafael’s lips quirked into a smile.  “Bang-fest?  Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.  The most important thing around a threesome is communication.  Maybe we need to be more clear in our discussion beforehand.  So there’s no confusion in the moment or after.”

You didn’t miss the way Rafael’s eyes lit up in hopefulness.  “You’d want to do something again?” he asked.  “With Sonny?”

You nodded.  “And I would bet you my salary that Sonny is up for it again.  How about we discuss what exactly you are comfortable with and go from there?”

He nodded so strongly and eagerly you couldn’t help but laugh, and you spent the rest of the weekend – in bed and out of it – discussing Rafael’s most deeply buried desires.  And, come Monday, you called Sonny to see if you could grab a drink alone with him some night to discuss the same with him.

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Like before, the negotiations were endless, but with you running point, it went a little smoother.  Everything was clearer.

This time, though, Rafael was crystal clear about what he wanted.  He had been candid about what he had liked best from the first time together, and how he wanted to ease into more.

“I liked watching you with Sonny,” he had said honestly.  “I want to do that again, but only that.  It might help me…get used to seeing him our bedroom.  Take the pressure off of me that I might have to perform.”

Sonny agreed so eagerly, you didn’t even get the entire sentence out before he said “yes.”

So, as before, you set a date and time that worked for everyone, and you marked the days off in breathless anticipation.

*****

Rafael knew it was the right move the moment Sonny turned up at your door.  Already his anxiety was lower, knowing that he didn’t have to do anything other than watch.  Well, he didn’t have to do anything before, but he still felt that self-imposed anxiety that he had disappointed both of you.

Dinner felt less tense.  The three of you ate and talked and laughed, and Rafael was able to enjoy it.  He wanted to do so much more with both of you, but he needed time to work through his own hang-ups first.  The fact that both of you were willing to give him that space meant more than he could ever say.

Like before, you all settled into the living room for after dinner drinks, but unlike before, you all settled on the couch – you between the men, each of your thighs pressed against the length of their own legs.  It was like you were a conduit, connecting Sonny’s energy to his own and vice versa.

And like before, you were the one who finally stood up and led them each by a hand into the bedroom.  You released Sonny first and then led Rafael to the armchair set up unobtrusively in the corner, and you laid a long, lingering kiss on him.  

“You still sure about this?” you whispered against his lips, and Rafael nodded.  The two of you had talked honestly about it.  If he felt jealous, he could say stop and everyone would stop.  He gave you a playful swat on your ass as he settled back into the chair, and he was rewarded with one of your brilliant smiles that made his heart melt.  He loved you more than he had loved anyone else before, and the fact that you were willing to explore all the parts of him that he’d kept hidden?  

He watched you make your way over to Sonny, who (as before) stood a little uncertainly by the bed.  He looked as handsome as ever – this version of Sonny was a little more casual than work-Sonny; his hair was less styled, and the blue checkered shirt he wore made his eyes even more blue than usual.

“Are you still sure about this?” you asked Sonny, and the man swallowed hard and nodded.  While you and Sonny had made out last time, and he had gone down on you, you hadn’t actually had penetrative sex.  Until now, if all went according to plan.

“Are you sure?” he asked you, repeating the question, and his voice was already tight with lust.  Rafael glanced down and saw that the man was already straining for you, and it made his own cock stir.

But then you both turned to look at Rafael, as if waiting for instructions, and that made all of the blood in him head south.

“Take his clothes off for him,” he ordered, and he was rewarded by your compliance.  You undressed Sonny, one piece at a time, until the man stood naked, his erection bobbing proudly.

“Take her dress off,” Rafael told Sonny.  The older man had picked out your lingerie for the evening, and he wanted to see Sonny’s reaction when he saw it.  It was far more risqué than your usual fare – a black basque of sheer chiffon and satin straps that hid absolutely nothing, matching panties.  Sonny’s expression was worth it – his jaw fell open as his eyes raked over your form, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

“Are you already wet, cariño?” he asked, and you nodded mutely at him.  

“Take off your panties and give them to me,” he continued.  “Then go show Sonny how wet he’s making you.”

You complied, bending at the waist as you worked the black material down your legs.  You were facing Sonny, so he got the benefit of your cleavage pushed up in the half-corset, but Rafael got to see your sex, already swollen and glistening.  It pulled a low groan from him, and when you walked over to hand him your panties, he couldn’t help but pull you down to his upturned face for a deep kiss.

“How do you want us?” you asked, your voice low and husky, but Rafael only shook his head as he pointed back at the bed with his chin.  You walked back over the Sonny.

“Just pretend I’m not here,” he said as he unzipped his straining pants and eased his erection out.  He wrapped your soaked panties around his cock and fisted it lightly, waiting.  “Just…talk about how you’re both feeling.  And Carisi – “ Here his voice took a warning edge to it.  “Don’t you dare hurt her.”

*****

Sonny nodded at Rafael in the corner, but he turned to gaze deep into your eyes as he answered.

“I would never hurt you,” he said, and you rewarded him with that soft smile you had.  You reached up and touched his face, the first time you had really touched all night, and Sonny sighed at the feeling.

“I know.  I trust you.”  Your hand reached further up as you threaded your fingers through his hair, and your other hand took his hand and pulled it to the junction of your legs.  Sonny twisted his palm to touch you, in awe of how wet you already were.  He stroked at your seam, teasing at your folds with his index finger.  

“So how do you want me, counselor?” you asked him.

A stupid question – he wanted you every possible way, and he’d never be able to choose.  He was conscious of Rafael’s heavy gaze on him, so he only said, “however you want, counselor” and hoped that was the right answer.

The hand on his chest slid lower, down the planes of his stomach, then shifted over to his hip, then finally – finally – grasped his erection.  He huffed at the sudden contact, and his own hands reached for you.  Suddenly the voyeur in the corner fell away, and Sonny’s entire focus was on you.

He had despaired that your lone night together might never get a sequel.  Rafael remained distant and snippy at work, so Sonny had been thrilled when you called him to get a drink a few weeks ago.  You had explained over beers that Rafael – and you – wanted to see him again, but that it needed to be a slow progression.

Sonny was more than fine with that.  Patience didn’t come naturally to him, but he could be patient for both you and Rafael.  He felt like the reward for such patience would be worth it.

Now, he didn’t mull over the future too much.  He only grabbed at handfuls of your flesh – those amazing breasts, framed by black satin straps.  That shapely ass, bare.  He bent his head to kiss you, and he groaned against the taste of you, mingled with the wine you’d had for dinner.  You were an excellent kisser, nipping at him and sucking against him, pulling his breath from him until he was panting against you.

“How about you lie down?” you offered, and Sonny eagerly did just that.  You stood over him and then had him turn a bit on the bed, and when he gave you a quizzical glance, you leaned down and whispered “so Rafi can see you sliding into me.”

Sonny let his head fall back against the pillow with a groan, and you shot him a sultry grin as you reached past him to the nightstand to grab a condom.  When he reached for it, you waved him off, and rolled the latex onto his length.

“You have a beautiful cock,” you told him seriously, and Sonny laughed.  No one had ever told him it was beautiful before, but it made him twitch with pride.

“Seems a shame to cover it up,” Rafael offered from his corner, and Sonny glanced over to see the older man stroking himself at a languid pace.  “Something to consider for next time.”

Sonny felt that bolt of lust deep his belly.  So there could be a next time.  Jesus, just the thought nearly made him come right then.

“Would you like that?” you asked him as you swung your leg over him so that you were straddling his thighs.  “Would you like to slide your bare cock inside me and mark me, Sonny?”

He nodded, tried to respond.  Nothing came out by a dry croak, so he cleared his throat and tried again.  “I would.  Like that, I mean.  A lot.”

You gave him that smile of yours again that made his heart ache a little, but then you moved up a bit and lowered yourself against him.  He felt you through the latex, incredibly hot, as you slid back and forth on his length, coating him in your arousal.  You paused to look over your shoulder at Rafael, but your grinding continued until Sonny felt the head of his cock catch at your entrance.  You froze and looked down at him, and Sonny swallowed and nodded at your unasked question.

You moved forward, and he felt the tip of him slip into you.  You went slow – far too slow for his taste, but Sonny knew it was as much for Rafael as it was for you.  You narrated how you were feeling, just as your boyfriend had asked, and it made Sonny’s pride swell as you described how good he felt inside you, how he filled you, how you could feel every ridge and curve of him.

You rode him slowly, leaned forward a bit to offer a premium view of the action to Rafael.  Your hands were on Sonny’s chest, and you leaned forward now and then to kiss him.  Sonny kept his own hands on your hips, guiding you but not driving you.

“This okay?” you asked, and your voice was breathless.

“Fuck, yes,” he replied.  He was grateful for the condom – if he were inside you bare (god, the thought alone made his stomach twist in anticipation), he would have finished shamefully fast.  Even now, he could feel how well your core clenched at him, and even through the condom, he could feel your delicious heat.

“You want to change it up?” you asked, and you quirked an eyebrow at him in the exact same expression that Rafael sometimes got at work.  

When Sonny didn’t answer and only looked confused, you leaned down and whispered in his ear.  “I think Rafi might enjoy watching you take me from behind, Sunshine.  And you don’t need to be so gentle.  I won’t break.”

*****

Rafael thought he’d be more jealous, but oddly, he wasn’t.  He chalked it up to you – how open you were, how much you always made sure he felt your love for him.  You had really helped him work through all the issues other women had left him with and now, this was the payoff.

He could have come quickly, but he purposely backed off when he felt his orgasm approaching.  The scene before him was too good – the two of you stripping each other until Sonny was naked and you were in that lingerie he loved.  The two of you tentative at first, then getting lost in your kisses.  Then you mounting Sonny slowly so that Rafael could see every blessed inch disappear into you.  

You knew him so well.  As much as he enjoyed watching you ride Sonny, he couldn’t see either of your faces.  Without a single prompt from him, he watched as you leaned down and whispered something inaudible to the younger man.  Then, you dismounted, and for a moment, Rafael was confused.  Had someone come without him realizing it?  

No, that wasn’t it at all.  You actually winked at Rafael, then laughed at his stupefied expression.  You knelt on the bed and faced him, and Sonny crawled behind you.  Then the man placed a firm hand between your shoulder blades and pressed you downward, and that action – Sonny confidently dominant, you happily submissive – made Rafael grip his cock at the base to stop his quickly approaching orgasm.

The expressions on your faces were extraordinary as Sonny slid into you in one strong motion.  It jolted you forward, and you moaned, and Rafael saw your eyes flutter shut at the feeling.  He couldn’t help but wonder how it felt, and as Sonny set a pace – slow and deep at first, then harder at your urging – Rafael imagined that it was him on his hands and knees in front of Sonny.  

It was exactly what he had wanted when he suggested just watching the two of you.  A safe space, a moment to explore his imagined desires without any pressure.  Sonny’s face was pure concentration, but yours was going blank which meant you were close to finishing.

“You like that?” Sonny growled, and his voice was deeper than usual.  You only choked out that you were close and Sonny, unexpectedly bold, backed off.  Your groan of frustration made Rafael smile.

“Please, Sonny,” you whined.  “I’m so close.  Just a little more.”

Sonny resumed his thrusting.  “Like that?”

“Yes,” you hissed.  “Harder.  Please.  Harder.”

“Since you asked nice, doll.”  He held your hips hard enough for Rafael to know that there’d be fingertip-sized bruises tomorrow, and the thought of the younger man marking you pushed Rafael closer to coming.

It only took you half a moment longer, and then you gave that tell-tale wail you had when you were being fucked especially well.  Your face scrunched up as your body tightened in release, your legs trembling under you and your arms struggling to hold you up.

Sonny took the opportunity to push your front down, hauling your ass closer to him as he pounded a final few strokes into you.  Then he gave a deep groan and stilled, his own face tight as he came.

Which was all that Rafael needed to come too – your dying wail echoing in his ears, Sonny’s own groan of release, and the two of you panting and still joined.  Rafael noted the way Sonny’s hand drifted to your back to rub a comforting circle against your skin, and he heard your breathy little huff of laughter you always gave post-orgasm.  His own tight coil of tension snapped, and his orgasm flooded through his body, left him boneless and weak as he spilled his own release over your ruined panties and his fist.

*****

The post-sex moment was far less awkward this time around.  You each cleaned up, and you threw on a silk robe.  No sense in getting dressed.  You were either going to fuck Rafael after Sonny left, or you were going to fall asleep and not wake up for two days.  Either felt acceptable.

Before there had been awkward, stilted small talk, but this time, the atmosphere felt more relaxed.  Sonny seemed happy (obviously), and Rafael didn’t seem to have a bit of jealousy.  Instead, the two men had made a few jokes about some coworker at SVU, and it made you smile to see it.  

The best part?  When Sonny went to leave, he paused self-consciously by the door and stammered out something about how he thanked you for the opportunity, and you joked that it sounded like he was leaving a job interview.

“Well, I had fun,” he replied a little defensively.

“Me too.”

Rafael added, “I enjoyed it too.”  There was a beat of silence, and then he added, “we’ll have to do this again sometime.”

#rafael barba #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you #sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x you #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #tropes-and-tales

[ira-hydrangea]

Since Orochi's power is to be able to manipulate humans and make them his puppets, imagine that Jamil, who has a power similar to him, use his powers on Kalim and make sure that Orochi take the blame.

Imagine that during the Scarabia arc, Sushi and Sashimi noticed how Kalim and Y/n are behaving strangely, like they were manipulated. They conclude that it's must be the work of only one person: Orochi.

I think Jamil didn't planned that a war between 2 food souls and a fallen angel and his puppets would take place in the dorm.

Jamil: Hey! Stop fighting! You will destroy the dorm!

Sushi: This traitor used his wicked powers on master attendant!

Orochi: I did not. How can't you see that it wasn't my doing?

Sashimi: So why master attendant was acting like she was manipulated!

Y/n: Sushi! Sashimi! Stop right now! Orochi is right. He didn't used his powers on me.

Sushi: But-

Kalim: Sorry, it must be my fault.

All: What?!

Kalim: I don't feel really well recently. I think Y/n caught my sickness. I'm sorry! I swear that I'll pay you the best doctors to cure you too!

*The food souls and Orochi look at Kalim with a judgmental look in their eyes*

Orochi: This man is more stupid and limited than I thought... Prajna.

Prajna: Yes Master?

Orochi*whispers*: Keep an eye on Y/n, and on this servant. His snake eyes hide something.

Prajna: Yes Master!

Now Jamil see puppet children everywhere he goes. Hopefully, no more people will get between his plans. Right?

Hoho~ It has been so long since I write a  story. More than 3 weeks? Let me test my skill with this one 😉.

Unexpected Outcome.

This is not something Jamil has in mind. That puppet is very annoying. If he knew this will only get in the way of his plan then he would wait a little bit more before doing something to Y/n. 

He knows your worth. With that so many food souls, he already predicted that at least one of them have the same ability as him but he didn’t think that Fallen angels will have it too.

“Tsk.”

He cannot do as he pleases now. That Orochi already sent his puppet to monitor him very closely. Sure he can still manipulate Kalim because he needs to tend to Kalim almost every day but Y/n is another matter.

Jamil looks at Y/n that talking with her food souls before his eyes glint with greed. He needs to evaluate his plan and change it. Y/n is still a valuable piece he needs. Especially with their power. If he manages to find a way to manipulate Y/n then the other familiars will be no problem. 

Just as Jamil smirk, his eyes accidentally meet with Orochi's cold eyes. They look at each other before Orochi moves his mouth. Jamil's eyes harden at this but he simply flicks his hair and leaves.

In the hallways, Jamil's eyes are cold. Remember what Orochi told him to make his blood boil. He proves it to him. He proved it to them. That he is worthy. Much more worthy than anyone. He smirks at this before a voice calls out for him.

“Jamil!” He looks behind to find you jogging towards him.

“Is something wrong, prefect?” He asks with his perfect acting.

“Is something troubling you lately?”

“Why did you ask that?”

“I thought I saw you grinding your teeth when looking at Orochi. Are you guys in the fight or something?” Y/n asks worriedly.

Jamil thinks about what answer he should give until an idea forms in his head. With a sad smile, he looks at Y/n and sighs.

“As expected. We indeed have a little dispute over something...”

“...Did you want to talk about this?”

“I would love to but...” Jamil look in a certain direction and make sure Y/n got his signal and just as that Y/n fell for his trick.

“Come with me. I know a safe place.”

When the prey willingly offers themselves to the predator. Who would reject it? Jamil's eyes turn malicious after knowing his plan is working perfectly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prajna eyes lifeless eyes look in the direction of his master attendant with a very troubling eye. He cannot go against Orochi's order but at the same time, Master Attendant told him to go back to Orochi. Now he is faced with so many dilemmas. Thankfully, Orochi walked behind Prajna.

“As expected of that slimy snake. He would find a new way to use Master Attendant.” Orochi glare at the hallways where Jamil and his Master Attendant disappear.

“What should we do next, Master Orochi?”

“We cannot tell the other food sould because that foolish food still think badly about me so we can only use another slimy animal to handle that snake.”

“???”

“As much as I hate to do this but we need a help from that slimy octopus and eels.” Orochi furrowed his eyebrow. Clearly againts his own idea but at the same times, it the only ways left.

“...”

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#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x food fantasy #food fantasy x twisted wonderland #ira answer

[spring-heeledjack]

Higher and Lower

a lil fic based on me and my friend's playthrough of tsp :)

The Narrator straightened the papers on his desk, preparing his script as the game was launched. He wondered what The Player would choose to do this time around. They had only played The Stanley Parable once when they first bought it, and they hadn’t played for long. They got the Freedom Ending and called it quits, closing the game and letting it sit there on their desktop for a couple months.

The intro cutscene played and The Narrator read over his lines accordingly.

“This is the story of a man named Stanley,” he read. “Stanley worked in a big building where he was employee number 427.”

“Oh, so close to 420.” The Player said. The Narrator was startled. This was not The Player from before, the one who played The Freedom Ending and left. This voice was higher than theirs. Nevertheless, The Narrator continued with his lines until The Player was in control.

This new Player went around inspecting every little thing about The Office before continuing, and it was starting to bore The Narrator. Here he had been so excited for his game to be played again and now his Player was wasting time looking for secrets that did not exist.

“Does that mug say fuck?” The Player asked, maneuvering Stanley around a desk with a white mug on it. Due to Stanley’s limited maneuverability, The Player was not able to read what the mug said, all they could see were the letters F and U.

“You’ll never know.” Said a deeper voice. Ah, so there was the old Player. They were letting their friend play the game.

Almost reluctantly, The Player had Stanley leave the first room and walk down the hallway. The two Players joked with each other the whole way.

“God, why is Stanley so short?” The higher voice asked. They seemed to be gaging the height of Stanley and a nearby copy machine. “Certified manlet.”

The Narrator chuckled at this, and he was glad he had his mic switched off. He was only further amused by Stanley scrunching his nose.

“The game saw you and was like, ‘we have to adjust accordingly’.” The lower voice said. So, the Player with the higher voice was short, at least shorter than the Player with the deeper voice.

The Narrator had a habit of filing away whatever information about his Players that he could in a little file that only had access to. If he were human, he might’ve known that this was very creepy, but unfortunately The Narrator was not human.

So far he had concluded that the Player with the higher voice was playing The Stanley Parable on the Player with the lower voice’s computer, and that the higher voiced Player was shorter than the lower voiced one.

…The Narrator decided to hereby refer to the two Players as Higher and Lower, as what he was calling them before was quite a mouthful.

The Player eventually came upon The Two Doors Room, their first choice. 

“When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.”

When Stanley entered the door on his right, The Narrator figured that Higher was not the same kind of Player as Lower.

“This was not the correct way to the meeting room and Stanley knew it perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it.”

“No, listen to the narrator!” Lower insisted. Higher only snickered. “I love disobeying!”

Stanley smirked. Though The Players couldn’t see it, The Narrator could. He scoffed once he’d flicked his mic off. He knew that Stanley loved it when Players spited him.

“Ah, yes, truly a room worth admiring. It had really been worth the detour after all, just to spend a few moments in this immaculate, beautifully constructed room. Stanley simply stood there, drinking it all in.”

Higher had Stanley look around the employee lounge, inspecting the vending machine and coffee pot.

“I think I saw this exact mug back when we first left Stanley’s office.” Higher noted. “Narrator, are you reusing assets? Tsk, tsk.”

Stanley grinned as Higher mocked him.

“Yeeesss,” He added a bit more edge to his delivery. “Really, really worth it being here in this room. A room so utterly captivating that, even though your co-workers have mysteriously vanished, here you sit, looking at these chairs and some paintings.”

To The Narrator’s relief, The Player walked Stanley out of the lounge and down the hallway. They walked until they reached the room with the platform.

In the middle of his dialogue, The Player had Stanley throw himself from the platform. 

“But in his eagerness to prove that he was in control of the story and no one gets to tell him what to do, Stanley leapt from the platform and plunged to his death. Good job, Stanley. Everyone thinks you’re very powerful.” The Narrator said ‘Stanley’, but what he meant was ‘Player’. 

“I think Stanley’s powerful.” Higher said.

“Stanley’s so powerful!” Lower chimed in.

“I love Stanley, he’s just a little guy.”

The Narrator bristled. What was so great about Stanley? Stanley didn’t have a personality (as far as they knew). He was a husk! A classic Silent Protagonist for The Player to project their emotions on! Stanley was not made to be loved!

The Narrator pushed these thoughts aside and focused back onto the story, waiting for The Player to choose a new path.

Unfortunately for him, Higher decided to go through with The Powerful ending three more times, throwing Stanley off of the platform to his demise. Lower even had the gall to comment on how ‘satisfying’ the sound of Stanley’s body slamming into the cold, hard, unforgiving floor was. And Higher even made a game of trying to land Stanley on top of one of the trucks.

Stanley was becoming weary from the repeated painful deaths and The Narrator was getting bored with the same ending.

The fifth time Stanley entered The Two Doors Room, The Narrator delivered his line and waited for Stanley to enter the right door once again when the two Players started arguing.

“Why won’t you listen to the narrator, you’re gonna make him angry!” Lower said. “Just play his game!”

“Fiiiiiine.”

“Finally.” The Narrator huffed while his mic was off.

Stanley started walking towards the left door while The Narrator readied his lines. 

Stanley entered the left door.

Or at least he would’ve if he hadn’t banged his forehead on the doorframe.

The Narrator began laughing as Stanley rubbed his bruising forehead, careful to keep his hand out of his own line of sight so that The Players wouldn’t see.

Speaking of The Players, they were also laughing.

“Oh my- oh my god, you are so stupid!” Lower cackled. “Please tell me that was a bit!” 

“No, that was an accident!” Higher wheezed. “I- oh, I’m so sorry, Stanley!”

Stanley glared up at the ceiling, still rubbing his throbbing forehead. He straightened up as he felt The Player taking control again.

Everything was fine after that, for a while. Higher seemed to be following his instructions and Stanley wasn’t forcibly bumped into any objects.

Until Higher found The Broom Closet.

“Stanley stepped into the broom closet, but there was nothing here, so he turned around and got back on track.”

Stanley did not turn around and get back on track. Higher had Stanley inspect the tools on the shelf.

“Please, I want a weapon.” Higher said while Stanley continuously walked into the shelf. 

“There was nothing here. No choice to make, no path to follow, just an empty broom closet. No reason to still be here.”

Higher had Stanley crouch in a corner. They actually found a glitch where Stanley could crouch without The Player pressing control.

“Look, no hands!”

“It was baffling that Stanley was still just sitting in the broom closet. He wasn't even doing anything, At least if there were something to interact with, he'd be justified in some way.”

Stanley grinned as The Player continued to defy.

“As it is, he's literally just standing there, doing sweet FA.”

“Woah, narrator!”

“Watch your language, narrator!”

The Narrator had to admit, that had him smiling just a bit. Overtime, he had come to find Higher and Lower’s commentaries and nonsensical jokes endearing. He hadn’t asked him, but it seemed that Stanley felt the same, especially since both Players seemed fond of him. It was usually The Narrator that everyone fawned over.

Stanley stayed in The Broom Closet and The Narrator continued with his lines. The Players began talking about fan artists, specifically the way they draw The Narrator. This rather excited The Narrator. While he had access to the statistics - who played for how long and things such as - he had never seen a single fanwork.

“I’ve noticed a trend in the ways people draw the narrator.” Higher said. “There’s eldritch abomination, flat, speech bubble and old man.”

“Love that for him.”

“There’s this one artist on Tumblr who draws the narrator as a stout old man and I love it so much.”

As much as The Narrator enjoyed hearing about fan interpretations of him, he had lines to deliver.

“Stanley was fat and ugly and really, really stupid. He probably only got the job because of a family connection; that's how stupid he is.”

The Players began laughing harder than when Higher had Stanley bump into the doorframe. They didn’t stop laughing even when The Narrator continued speaking.

“That, or with drug money. Also, Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers.”

The Players started laughing even harder. Stanley pouted at the ceiling. Whether he was pouting at The Narrator or at The Players for laughing was debatable.

Higher started choking as they tried to stop laughing. The Narrator bit his tongue to stop himself from reminding them to breathe.

“Ah, god,” Higher sighed as they got ahold of themself. “This was worth it.”

Stanley left The Broom Closet.

“Ah, hold on,” Lower said. There was some rustling around. “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll wait for you.” Higher said. The Narrator assumed they started to fidget with their mouse, as Stanley started shaking his head wildly.

“You’re gonna give him whiplash!”

“He’s stimming, leave him alone.”

Stanley suddenly stopped moving. The Narrator watched him blink as the feeling of being puppeteered gradually left him. The Players’ voices grew muffled as Higher paused the game.

The Narrator chuckled at Stanley’s mussed hair. The man popped his neck, free to make bigger motions now that The Player was being shown the pause screen and couldn’t see him.

“They’re certainly an entertaining pair.”

Stanley signed, ‘Loud.’

“What the hell?” Higher muttered. “Was that the narrator?”

The Narrator choked. He thought both Players had left the room!

He quickly thought of a way to play his mistake off. A part of the game, perhaps?

“Hello, are you still there? Time is ticking! We don’t have all day for you to get food or feed your cat!”

“Oh shit!” Higher laughed through their speech. “That’s so cool!”

The Narrator beamed at his own cunning. Stanley just rolled his eyes.

‘Not that smart.’ He signed. The Narrator scoffed at him.

“Stanley seems to be getting bored. Why don’t you unpause the game and throw him off that platform again?”

Stanley crossed his arms and glared at the ceiling as Higher laughed. The Narrator could hear a door open and close again.

“Dude! Dude, listen to this!” Higher called.

“Hmmm?”

“Are you finished with whatever you’re doing yet? Finished with whatever it was that was so important that you just had to pause my game to do it?”

“Ayo!”

The Narrator swelled with pride at his improvisation. Stanley rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t suppress an amused smile.

#wilde.fic #the stanley parable #the narrator #its very late rn and im v tired but i wanted to post this

[iridescentlemoncandy]

Kuromi x Osborn [Part 1]

[Tune of Amusement]

Pic source: here

Part 1

Osborn and I end up visiting Kuromi Wonderland the morning after our talk. After passing through the entrance, we walk for some time before coming to a crowded square. The stage that has been built up in the centre of the square is apparently hosting a performance.

MC: Let’s check out that place; it looks so lively! 

Osborn: Alright. 

As we get closer to the stage, he takes my hand and leads the way. The performance is captivating, and I find myself immersed in Kuromi's story before I even realise it. After the show concludes, I start to get the impression that Osborn has been gone for some time.

MC: Strange, where is Osborn? 

While frantically searching for him, I felt a slight pressure on my head, as if someone had placed something there.

MC: Ah! 

Turning around, I am not surprised to see the familiar face.

MC: I’ve been trying to find you! Why didn't you even bother to tell me you’re going somewhere?

Osborn: Had it not been a silly little person who was totally into the show. I tried calling out to you several times, but you never responded.

Seeing the hurt on his face makes me feel guilty.

MC: I was... fascinated by the show. 

Osborn: Tsk, tsk, tsk. How come you're never that fascinated by me? 

MC: Who says I never...

Osborn: Oh? When? Let's hear it~

He narrows his eyes slightly and walks over to me with a smirk on his lips.  

MC: Coughs, what did you just put on my head? 

I deliberately raise my voice to avoid more discussion on this and tap on the front-facing camera on my phone. My slightly reddened face and a cute Kuromi's headband are displayed on the screen.

MC: Ah, so cute! 

Osborn: You think I'll just let you go like that? 

MC: I'll tell you when we get home. 

I reach out and take his arms, pleading with my eyes.

Osborn: And if I say no? 

Being quick on my feet, I remove the headband and casually place it atop his head.

MC: In the name of Kuromi, I command you to forget the conversation just now! 

Osborn touches his head with a bemused expression. Kuromi's headband looks perfect on him. 

Osborn: I think your word would carry more weight for me. 

MC: Then let's get going! There is still so much to see here; we must seize the day! 

Osborn: Alright, where do you wanna go first? 

MC: I want to buy another headband! 

I blurt it out without a second thought. 

Osborn: Just wear the one on my head. I bought this for you. 

MC: No, no, no- This headband looks so good on you! I'll just buy the same one! 

[Introduction] [1] [2] [3] [4]

#light and night #osborn #xiao yi #光与夜之恋 #萧逸

[yourshiningastr]

CHAPTER 14

"Hmmm.." I watched how Benedict ceases his forehead and flexes his shoulder a bit while snuggling on my pillow.

He looked so cute sleeping on my bed, I should take a picture to use for blackmail.

hehe.

I thought he would already wake up but I heard him snore again. I rolled my eyes in disbelief. It's almost 7 AM and yet he's still sleeping. May pasok pa kami.

I am already dressed and he's still in a deep slumber.

Kanina ko pa siya ginigising pero tinatabig niya lang ang kamay ko. Plano ko na nga siyang buhusan nang malamig na tubig but he is sleeping in my bed so I didnt. Kapapalit ko lang ng bed sheet at mahirap magpatuyo nun, lalo na ang comforter.

I just sighed and shrugged my shoulders as I decided to not wake him up anymore. I'm sure may hang over pa siya kaya mas magandang magpahinga nalang siya. Orientation palang din naman at wala pang proper class, puro hanapan palang ng clubs ngayon kaya pwede siya umabsent.

Pinagluto ko nalang siya ng breakfast. I prefer a heavy meal for him and left a letter saka ako umalis na.

It was 7:28 AM when I reach the school, buti nalang at hindi traffic, though maaga naman ako.

I saw Yna leaning on her Kia Picanto car while crossing his arms on her chest. When she saw my car, she suddenly stood up like she was really waiting for me.

Hindi pa ako nito nahintay makababa man lang ay naglakad na ito papunta sa kotse ko. Ano na namang gusto nito?

"What? Gutom ka na naman sa chismis?" I asked as I got out of my car. She frowned at me and gaze inside my car na parang may hinahanap.

"Sinong hinahanap mo?" She looks at me and arch her brow

"Where's your guy?"

My guy? Benedict?

Stupid! may iba ba akong lalaki?

I just shrugged my shoulders at her and closed my car door.

"Why are you looking for him?" I open my bag and put my keys in there.

"Why? Are you jealous?"

Seriously?

"Where is he nga, bakit hindi kayo magkasabay? Wait, don't tell me magkaaway pa din kayo? Oh my God! Hindi ka nag sorry? Ang taas ng pride mo girl ah." I just shook my head to her.

"I did."

I showed my ID to the guard as we got to the entrance of our school.

"You did? Wow! You must be really like him then." I look at her with furrowed brow

"Anong connect?"

"Or you must be really guilty then? Haha! Ah wait, so if you apologize na pala, then bakit hindi pa din kayo okay? Oh my God! Hindi niya tinanggap? Ay girl mas mataas pala pride niya." Napapailing nalang ako sa mga sinasabi niya.

"Ang daldal mo." I smile at someone who greets me and walks to the cafeteria, Yna was just following and kept on talking.

"Baka naman kasi hindi enough yung sorry lang girl. Baka sobrang sakit ng sinabi mo. You know may alam ako kung paano niya matatanggap sorry mo. I'm sure lalambot puso nun, alam mo kung ano?' Hindi ko ito pinansin at tuloy tuloy na pumasok sa cafeteria.

"Have sex with him." Mabilis naman ako napahinto nang bigla itong parang demonyong bumulong sakin.

"What the hell?!" She smirks at me.

"I'm so genius, right?"

Ngingisi ngisi pa itong umupo habang ako ay naiiling na umupo sa harap nito. Wala pang tao sa cafeteria dahil maaga pa at siguro ay nasa mga club room sila ngayon.

"Sino ba kasing nagsabi sayong hindi kami okay?" Binuksan ko ang tumbler ko at uminom ng Ginger Tea.

"Oh so bati na pala kayo.. Bakit kasi hindi mo sinabi, pa suspense ka pa diyan." I rolls my eyes

"Bakit kasi nag conclude ka agad."

"Eh paano hindi mo siya kasama, eh para siyang lintang nakadikit lagi sayo. Tsk."

Yeah, I also find him clingy. Kung nasaan ako ay andoon din siya. Parang ayaw ako mawala sa paningin nito.

"Hindi ba pwedeng nasa unit ko at natutulog? Or di kaya ay nalate?" Wala sa sarili kong sabi.

"Late ka diyan. Sa ugali nung Andrey na yun, I'm sure aagahan gumising nun para makasabay ka-- wait what?!"

I arch my brow at her when she suddenly stops and looks at me with a wide eye.

"Did you just say that he is sleeping in your unit?"

Ako naman ang nanlalaki ang mga mata ngayon nang marealize kung ano ang nasabi ko.

"What the hell! Did you guys have sex?!" Mabilis kong tinakpan ang bibig ni Yna dahil palakas na ito ng palakas.

"No, of course not."

Hinila ko ito paupo dahil para itong tangang nakatayo at gulat na nakatingin sakin ang nang aakusa niyang mga mata.

"Then why is he in your unit? Oh my God. So that's why bati na kayo, because you guys did it na. Hindi na pala kita need turuan eh, ako pala dapat nagpapaturo sayo. #HopeAll" She teasingly said.

"Stop concluding Yna, walang nangyari samin. We just.. Just kiss."

Panandaliang natahimik ang buong paligid kaya inangat ko ang tingin ko kay Yna.

I furrowed my brow as I saw her wide eyes turning into a smile then she suddenly took her handkerchief and acted like she was wiping her nonexistent tears.

"Oh My God! Congrats! I'm so proud of you!" She suddenly hugged me so tight that I could barely breathe.

"Yna, ano ba. I can't breathe." Napahinga naman ako nang maluwag nang bitawan ako nito.

"Tell me, tell me more! Bilis."

Akmang tatayo na ako ngunit mabilis niya akong nahila kaya napaupo uli ako. Napahawak pa ako sa balakang ko dahil sa malakas na pagtama nito sa bangko.

"Kapag hindi mo sinabi sakin kay Andrey ako lalapit at magtatanong sige!" Banta nito sakin.

"As if he remembers." I heard her gasp.

"Ay wow may amnesiang ganap."

"He was drunk, like really drunk. So I doubt that he will remember what happened earlier." Sumandal ako sa upuan at nirelax ang sarili.

"Wait, earlier?" Yna then leans on me

"Yeah, it was 4 AM when he knocked on my door." Yna raised her brow at me

"And he knows your unit."

"We're neighbors, that's why." Bigla na naman itong napatayo at tinakpan ang bibig sa gulat.

Ang oa. I thought she already knew.

"OMG! Malandi ka!" She hit my shoulder.

"Wala kang sinasabi sakin. I thought he was just fetching you or something pero magkapitbahay pala kayo? Ayan ah, mamaya bahay bahayan na gawin niyo ah." She keeps on nudging my shoulder to tease me.

"So.. ano pang nangyari?" She then leaned on me again to urge me to speak. I just sigh.

"That's it, he kissed me and he was saying things and kept on apologizing as if he had done something bad to me. I don't even understand. " I furrowed my brows as I speak

"Maybe he was just drunk talking" Yna shrugged.

"Yeah, I also think so.."

I thought Yna's interrogation was already done but she leans on me again.

"So... how was the kiss? Is he good?"

Pakiramdam ko ay namula naman ang pisngi ko nang maalala ang nangyari kagabi. 

I don't know if it's good because I don't have anything to compare. That was my first kiss. But with the loud throbbing inside my chest just thinking of it makes me nod my head.

"Oh my God!" She squeals and starts hitting my arm. 

I am inside the Youth Org room. We are having a meeting about the replacement of the officers.

I accepted Ate Roxan's proposal. He is right I know what it takes to be a leader, and I just have the courage to serve it. The peer members are putting their trust in me, especially him so it would be a shame if I don't believe in myself when in fact a lot of people have confidence in me.

"I'm glad you accepted it, I know you will do well. Panatag akong nasa mabuting kamay ang Youth." I smile at Ate Alisson. Ate Roxan then went on me and hugged me.

"I'm proud of you, keep going but no pressure pa din ah. Just do you." I nodded at her and bid goodbye to them.

It's already lunchtime and I am planning to eat outside the school because I am craving some Japanese food.

I took my phone out of my bag to message Benedict to ask him if he had already eaten and that he should just rest and not go to school because we don't have any class the whole day naman. But before I could send it, I saw him leaning on the wall near the club room at mukhang malalim ang iniisip.

I bit my lip and stopped for a moment to admire him. 

He is just wearing black jeans pants and a simple plain white shirt partnered with a Denim jacket.

His hair was messy but it looks like it was styled. His left hands were inside his jacket while his right hands were on his lips and, I suddenly wished that it was my lips that were touching it.

"Matunaw naman, Rae." I almost jumped as I heard Ate Alisson on my back. She smirked at me and tapped my shoulder.

"Mukhang kanina pa yan naghihintay." She points at Benedict with her lips. Then she went close to me and lean

"Mas maganda yan titigan kapag malapitan." She winked at me and waved her Goodbye.

Napasinok naman ako bigla nang makitang nakaayos na ito nang tayo at nakatingin sakin nang lumingon ako dito.

Hindi ako ready sa way nang tingin nito, masyadong deep..

Nakakapanibago.

"Hey, you're here." He nonchalantly looks at me

"Yeah. Ako na." He took my bag and I let him carry it.

"Are you okay? Do you have a hangover? You shouldn't go here, you should just rest." He then tilted his head and looked at me with confused eyes.

"Why?" He just shook his head at kumunot ang noo na parang may malalim na iniisip.

Did I do something wrong again? Should I say sorry? But why? What for?

"Are we... okay?" He stopped walking and turned his gaze at me. He bit his lips with furrowed brows and lightly shook his head.

"Yes, kumain ka na ba?" Umiling naman ako dito at tumango ito.

"Let's go to the cafeteria then."

"I- uhm.." Tumigil ito sa paglalakad at tinignan ako habang nakataas ang isang kilay nito.

"I was actually planning to eat at Tsukiji Restau."

Bahagya naman itong natigilan at inangat ang tingin sa taas na parang nagiisip kung saan yun.

"Sa Makati?" I bit my lip and nodded.

"But we could just eat here, medyo malayo nga yun." Mahina kong sabi.

"Nah, let's go." He went to me and held my hand.

"Did you bring your car with you?" I slowly nodded dahil ang focus ko ay nasa kamay niya na nakahawak sa kamay ko.

"Iwan nalang muna natin then balikan nalang pagkakain. Sakin ka na sumakay."

Tumango ako uli dito na parang batang sunod sunuran sa mga sinasabi niya. Hindi ko na nga masundan honestly kung ano ano yun, basta tango nalang ako nang tango.

"So you want to eat Japanese food?" I nodded

"Gwapo ba ako?" I nodded.

"Nag kiss ba tayo?" I nodded again. But I suddenly stopped as I realized what he just asked.

I looked at him with a wide eye and I saw his smirking face. I also didn't realize that we were inside his car already.

"So we kissed. Akala ko panaginip lang yun." He whispered pero tama lang para marinig ko.

"Ano pang ginawa ko. Tell me, may nangyari ba satin?" I sigh and throw him some lazy stares.

"Wala." Napanganga naman ito at parang disappointed ang mukha.

"Ay weh? Bakit?" I hit his arms at tatawa tawa naman ito sakin.

"So?" He arched his brow at me and started his engine.

"So what?" Inis kong tanong

"Ano pang nangyari? Bilis na kasi, wala akong maalala. Sa susunod hindi na talaga ako iinom para maalala ko pag magkikiss tayo."

Gulat ko naman itong binalingan at nakitang hawak na naman nito ang labi niya.

"There's no next time." I crossed my arms on my chest and I saw him pout his lips.

Nang makarating kami a restaurant ay patuloy pa din ito sa pagtatanong kung ano ang nangyari. Parang si Yna, ang daldal.

"You were clinging to me like a Koala. You were also crying and whimpering like a baby–"

"Baby, as in... your baby?" I rolled my eyes at him.

Natigil naman siya sa pang aasar nang nagsimula na ako mag-order. I just ordered their special mixed sashimi and Oolong Japanese Cold tea.

"What's yours?" I asked Benedict, who is now furrowing his brow.

"Tangina, Libo? Ayaw mo ba mag instant ramen nalang? Ako magluluto for you." I chuckled and lightly pinch his cheeks.

Parehas naman kaming nagulat at mabilis kong inalis ang kamay ko sa pisingi niya.

"I-it's fine, it's my treat. Go on, just uh order." I slightly cough and nervously drink my water.

He then cleared his throat and ordered the food he saw the cheapest, I sigh. And I order him the Ohmi Wagyu Sirloin steak.

"So, what uh– else happened?" I placed my glass of water at the table and anxiously looked at him.

"We uhm.. kissed." I silently said

"And how did I end up in your bed?" I suddenly recall what happened earlier.

We were kissing and I almost thought that we were really going to do it as he sucked and kissed my neck, but I felt him stop. I thought he's gonna cry again but to my surprise, I heard him snoring.

I had a hard time suppressing my laugh. He was also very heavy so I just let him lay down on the floor and pulled his arms to get into my room. Tagaktak ang pawis ko when I successfully tucked him into my bed. Pakiramdam ko ay nag gym ako sa bigat niya.

"Fuck, nakakahiya."

Benedict bowed down his head and covered his face with his hands in humiliation. I laugh and start teasing him.

Akala mo ikaw lang ang pwede mang asar ah. Smirked.

"Rae?" I shifted my gaze to my side and saw Kuya Tim.

"Kuya Tim!" I beamed and stood in my seat to hug him.

"You're here!" I was smiling ear to ear as I looked at Kuya Tim again.

Wala pa din nagbago siya pa din ang mukhang pinaka seryoso sa magkakapatid.

Kuya Tim is the third son of Vasco, he's the neutral of all of them. At laging may sariling mundo. I heard that he is already in the process of becoming a Prosecutor.

"Yeah, Jacksion is also here. He's working here part-time. You know how much he loves cooking right? I heard you met already, he's been talking about it nonstop. He missed you." I just roll my eyes at him and lightly nudge his chest. 

Jacksion dream is to become a chef, at first hindi pa ako naniniwala kasi akala ko ay mas gusto niya na mambabae nalang pero mukhang seryoso naman siya sa pangarap niya na yun seeing that he is really working hard for it. 

Ganito talaga ang mga Vasco, kahit sobrang yaman nila ay pinaghihirapan pa din nilang makuha ang gusto at pangarap nila. I wonder, ganun din kaya sila sa babaeng gusto nila?

I suddenly remember that I am with Benedict. I bit my lower lip as I saw how he looked so betrayed at our table. Probably because I suddenly left him there and went to Kuya Tim.

"Oh uhm.. This is Benedict nga pala Kuya Tim." Benedict stood and they shook their hands together.

"A friend?"

Kuya Tim asked me with an amused tone while raising his brow at me. I then looked at Benedict who was now looking away and pouting. I don't know what to say so I just nodded.

"Are you with someone?" Kuya Tim then nodded his head.

"Yes, I actually left her there when I saw you. She must be mad, anyway it's nice meeting you again. Rae." He kissed my cheeks and tapped my shoulder before he leaned.

"Just don't let your friend be seen with Jacksion though, he might get jealous." I saw how Benedict furrowed his brow and pierce me with his cold eyes.

"Sino yun?" Benedict asked as Kuya Tim left.

"He's Kuya Timotheo. You know Vasco right? He is one of the sons." He then nodded his head.

"And Jacksion..? Is he your boyfriend then?" I gasped and look at him

"NO!. They are brothers. Jacksion is the youngest son of the Vasco."

Dumating na ang inorder namin at natakam naman ako bigla sa mga pagkain.

"Gusto ka niya?" Umiling iling naman ako dito.

"No, they were just teasing us. Jackson is just a friend to me. Nothing more and nothing less. Let's eat na hmmm?" He scoffed

"Are you jealous?"

"NO! Mayayaman lang yun, pero sure naman akong mas gwapo ako sa mga yun." Pagdedepensa nito.

"Good, you shouldn't be. My love shouldn't make you feel jealous."

Wala sa sarili kong sabi habang takam na takam na tinitignan ang mga sashimi sa harap ko.

Pero muli naman ako napabaling dito nang mabulunan ito. Mabili akong tumayo at dinaluhan siya saka hinimas ang likod nito para kumalma.

"You okay? Dahan dahan lang kasi sa pag inom ng tubig." He is still coughing and I am worriedly tapping his back. He then took my hands and held them.

"You love me? Tell me that I didn't just mishear that." 

#yourshiningaster #i am art #chapter 14

[sadomas0chist]

my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

#jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirstein #jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein scenarios #jean kirschtein imagine #jean x reader smut #jean smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #aot fandom #aot x reader smut #aot x reader #aot smut #aot manga #aot anime #angst #angst with a happy ending #degrading kink #spitting #slapping

[slytherbun]

confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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[writteninkat]

BNHA BOYS & LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

w/ Katsuki, Shoto, Kirishima

genre: fluff, fluff & fluff

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

doesn't believe in love at first sight cause he claims it's 'bullshit' until he saw you for the first time

you were wearing UA's rival's school uniform, hanging out with your own group of friends (you guys wandered a bit too far and ended up in the musutafu area

you looked so pretty in his eyes, smiling and laughing without a damn care in the world, he found it ridiculous and at the same time captivating how there's suddenly sparkles surrounding you

"I think that new cafe is somewhere here..." Mina says, scrolling through her phone, probably looking for more information about the location of the new cat cafe that opened near campus.

Katsuki didn't want to come at all, but he was dragged. His friends claimed he wasn't 'social enough' and used that as something that might block his path towards becoming the number one pro hero. And of course Katsuki didn't let them run their mouths however they want and went with them, you know, to prove a point.

"Tch. Why did I let you guys talk me into going with you? This is stupid." He grumbles, turning his head to the side, his brows furrowed. Then, his gaze is set on you.

His eyebrows and his jutted lip relaxes, he feels himself slouch and his eyes widen at the sight of you. You looked so pretty, so glowing, so happy. Katsuki wanted to shield you from all the dangers in the world, he wanted you to keep that smile forever.

"Come on, Bakubro! They finally located the-" Eijiro's smile falters at the expression of his best friend. He's never seen Katsuki so... taken aback. He follows his best friend's gaze, eyebrows raising when he sees you.

He smirks, giving Katsuki a soft nudge on the side, breaking the blond's trance. "I bet you can't even ask a cute girl out without looking like an idiot."

A vein pops on Katsuki's forehead, his devil eyes showing. "Watch me!" He yells before marching up at you.

SHOTO TODOROKI

the first time he sees you is at this soba place. your parents owned it and you were currently doing your summer job, serving and waiting tables.

"Good noon. I'm Y/N and I'll be taking your orders today." You chirp brightly at the group of UA students.

Shoto is too busy scanning through the menu to notice you. "I'll have your cold tempura soba. My drink will be..." He looks up, his train of though immediately coming to a halt. "...pretty..."

You raise your brows at him questioningly, "Oh you mean our pretty strawberry shortcake milkshake? It's a new one we have." You smile brightly, pen at the ready.

Shoto's friends all have stunned looks on their faces, they can't believe their stoic friend could oull off that kind of expression.

"I'll be having... umm..." Shoto's caught in a flustered mess, his ears and face turning into a deep shade of red as well as his head growing dizzy. You smell so good, so sweet. What kind of perfume were you using?

"Could you please repeat your order, sir?" You leaning forward at him isn't helping at all. He can feel his heart thumping widely against his chest as he scrambles for words to answer you with.

"He'll be having the cold temoura soba, a glass of iced tea and a side of your number." Denki winks at your smoothly, causing a blush to creep up on your cheek. You quickly take everyone else's orders, dashing away from their tables as soon as you were finished.

"What did you do???" Shoto panics, his head swirling with your possible thoughts on this. Were you embarrassed? Shocked? Upset? Happy?

"That, my innocent friend, was called being a wingman. Agotchu fam." Denki extends his knuckles for a fist bump to which Shoto glares at.

Great, I just lost my chances with the cutest person I've ever seen. Good job, Kaminari.

You return with their orders, Shoto's being the last. "One cold tempura soba, a glass of iced tea and..." you pull out a small piece of paper from your pocket, your cheeks turning a shade of pink. "...my number."

Shoto looks at you as if you've grown two heads. Your anxiety seeps in, wondering if you've made a mistake. "Ah- it was a joke?" You quickly take back your habd which was holding the paper, slowly bringing it to your pocket.

Denki kicks Shoto's shin from under the table, snapping him out of his daze. Shoto immediately wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling on it to take the small paper from in between your fingertips.

"I'll text you." He says softly. You nod, quickly turning around and dashing to the back room where your friends were silently rooting for you.

Shoto entends his fist towards Denki, a shocked expression still lacing his stoic features. "Good job, Kaminari."

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

the moment you walked through class 1A's doors, Eiji already has his eyes on you. They're wide, sparkling, his jaw hanging, showing off his sharp teeth.

when Aizawa introduces your name to the class, Eiji concludes that it's the prettiest name he's ever heard

when Eiji hears you speak for the first time, he defuced that it's a voice he wants to hear when he goes through good and bad times. a voice he wants to hear the words "i do" during your wedding, and a voice he wants to hear until his last breath

"You're drooling." Sero points out, making Eiji wipe the non existent drool off his chin. He raises a brow at his friend who shakes his head, sighing.

"Y/N, go take the seat beside Kirishima." The red head raises his hand for you to locate him. Your eyes light up and you smile brightly at him, giving him a soft 'thank you' as you sit on the empty seat beside him.

Kirishima lowers his hand, nodding at you before turning to Sero who still had the same displeased expression on his face. "I might just get on my knee and ask her to marry me right now."

"Do it."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"No."

Sero 'tsk's, "That usually works in TV." He mutters, "Why don't you ask her to join us for lunch?"

Eiji nods, turning to you. His palms are sweaty and his throat is dried up, the exact feeling he got during the sports festival. "Hey, Y/N?"

You turn your head a little to the side, raising your brows in question. "Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?"

The whole classroom goes dead silent.

Your eyes are wide, your eyebrows are raised and your blinking silently for a few minutes, trying to rearrange your thoughts. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that please?"

Eiji opens his mouth, and then closes it back again. He does this a few times, mentally hitting himself over the fact that he's looking like a complete idiot right now.

"I-I just-"

"He meant would you like to spend your lunch time with us?" Sero yells from behind the red head who's face is currently a deep shade of red. "Oh, yeah, sure."

Eiji lets out a relieved sigh, making you smirk and let out a chuckle. You lean over to him, your voice low and teasing. "You know, I wouldn't mind if you asked me the first question again."

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[spinster-sisters]

Sailor's Wife. psh

Pirate au

TW: ngl this gets kind heavy right in the beginning then it gets kinda soft right at the end so like idk. dom seonghwa, sub reader, degradation, use of the word whore(also wench cuz like pirates), oral, edging, possessiveness, breeding kink. oops, manhandling.

Normally i try my darndest to not get too wordy but for this I let it happen.

@xiuminswifeforever this ones for u. also this got a little carried away but heyyyyy what can ya do.

Also @multidreams-and-desires @a-soft-hornytiny and @eonghwa may possibly probably will enjoy this to so have at it

Perhaps you should be more understanding with your husband Seonghwa. After all, your ship had a name and a reputation to uphold, which would not be possible without the efforts of both him and your captain Hongjoong. But you were still stuck on a ship at sea, without much to do. It had been 4 days since you last made port, and it is likely you wouldn't dock for at least another 10. And with your husband ignoring your needs for the sake of maintaining perfect order on board as First Mate, you were feeling a little stir crazy.

Of course as the First Mates wife, and notable figure amongst the crew you had your own reputation to uphold as both a devoted wife and skilled sailor. So when you and your closest confidantes on board tried to blow off some steam by dipping into the bottles of rum during broad daylight on the top deck of the ship, your antics turn more than a few heads among the lower-ranking members of the crew.

It's true that Seonghwa had been neglecting you, instead spending the hours of the night pouring over maps and charts with the Capitan. And San and Wooyoung had always given you all the attention you missed. So in your slightly inebriated state, your place on Wooyoungs lap touseling his long hair felt more than natural.

The three of you were causing quite a ruckus, laughing, shouting, knocking over barrels and crates, and other general tomfoolery. It was only a short while before your Husband came bursting through the door on the far end of the deck (Capitans Quarters) scanning the ship for the cause of the disturbance.

Once he found it his eyes narrowed. He stalked over to your happy gathering, which had only briefly acknowledged him, with furry radiating of every step. Once he stood glowering before you, you finally gave him your attention.

"Seonghwa! Darling! How nice to see you!" You called, still on Wooyoungs lap. You swung your arms out to him and gestured for him to come to you but he ignored it. The slightly shrill cry of your voice had once again attracted the attention of the crew.

"We don't pay you to gawk. Back to work all of you!" Seonghwas powerful voice carried over to the men, who sprung into action, heads turning quickly away. Seonghwa turned his hard stare back to the three of you.

"I want all three of you off this deck, in your quarters in the next 5 minutes," he began low and growling, "or so help me God I will throw you overboard myself!" As he carried on his voice grew in both anger and volume. But the three of you, foolishly perhaps, did not heed his warning.

"Oh, come on now Seonghwa. Don't be such a hard ass" San remarked giggly. Seonghwas gaze snapped to the man and opened his mouth to speak but Wooyoung interjected.

"We were just showing your lovely wife a good time," he spoke with a lopsided smirk, hand coming down to your thigh. And the Frist Mate followed the action with dangerous eyes.

You stood from your spot on wobbly feet, taking a step closer to your husband, and took the front lapels of his long sea-worn jacket into your hands and practically hung on the man.

"Come now, Seonghwa. Won't you find it in your heart to be lenient with your darling little wife," you pleaded jokingly, batting your eyelashes. Seonghwa was not amused.

He took your wrist into his hand and with a strong grip, he pulled you away from him so quick you almost toppled to the floor, but not before he yanked your arm back with equal strength, leaning down to be right in your face as he spat.

"I do not see the darling wife you speak of, all I can see is a drunk ship wench without the mind to Do. As. Shes. Told. Now go back to our room and hope with all your might you sober up before I get there."

As his speech concluded he pushed you away again, this time in the direction of the stairs that led below deck. You were practically in shock as you bowed your head and stumbled to wooden stairs, the distant yells of your husband now directed at the other two men. taking the stairs down to the first floor where there were 7 small rooms for the officers aboard, including you and your husband's room at the end of the short hall.

Now perhaps you were drunker than you realized because the gentle swaying of the ship with the waves had you practically falling over with every step and by the time you reached your room you had all but collapsed onto the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness with the tides.

Perhaps, Seonghwas words had been empty threats as when you finally awoke (unfortunately sober) you could see the dusk sky shining through the small window at the back of the tiny room. Your head pounded when you sat up, but the uncomfortableness of your day clothes was undeniable.

You slipped out of the hard leather of your coat and boots and pulled the linen shirt over your head. After removing your ragged pants from your body you moved to pull your soft nightgown over your head but stopped when the door open. Ready to scream at the person who disturbed you in private you only stoped when your eyes landed on your cross-looking husband. You scoffed at the man in the door and turned your back to him.

"Oh no darling, you can't run away from me this time," he said rounding the bed to stand behind you, "your actions today were absolutely inexcusable, no matter what marriage you benefit from" he growled at you.

You scoffed again and whipped around to face him, still completely bare.

"Darling? Who on earth could you be talking to, certainly not me. As I recall I was nothing more than a ship wench." You spat his own words back at him.

"Don't try to be smart," he snapped at you, taking another step closer, " Today you behaved like nothing more than an attention-hungry whore, and if you expect me to set that aside simply as your husband you are far from wrong darling," his voice spoke dangerously even.

"Perhaps I have a right to be starved for attention! As you seem certainly more than willing to leave me alone for days on end," you returned with equal venom. This seemed to shock Seonghwa, though his anger did not lessen he remained quiet.

"What kind of husband leaves their wife for days on end without so much as a touch! Perhaps I should go find Wooyoung? As I know he would be more than willing to give me the kind of attention you have been denying me,"

As soon as the words left your mouth you knew they had been a mistake, you opened your lips to take them back but Seonghwas hand caught your throat in an instant, catching your breath.

"You want me to act like a husband? Perhaps I should treat you as a husband should treat their wife when they say such things," he glowered, eyes sharpening with rage.

He released his grip on your neck only to push you back onto your creaking bed. As you caught your breath Seonghwa tossed his own coat away from him and loosened the ties of string keeping the top of his shirt together, but not removing it completely. He climbed onto your exposed body, keeping you trapped beneath his weight. He ran one lean hand from your neck down to your breast and groped it with rough hands. You moaned in pleasure, finally, your body practically screamed. He scoffed at you.

"You want to be treated like a wife yet you sound like such a whore, crying out for me at the slightest touch, perhaps I should teach you how to appreciate what you are given."

He moved away from your body before wrenching your legs apart. You blushed madly at how his words and touch had affected you, your cunt was already sopping wet at the idea of your husband finally putting it to use.

"Tsk, so desperate. Have a taught you nothing?" he grumbled to himself.

"Sorry, sir" you whined. He meets your eyes for just an instant, showing him that you had not forgotten all of your manners with him. He wasted not another moment before pulling your hips twords his head and licking up your dripping folds. A strangled cry left your lips.

Just as he set to work, licking and sucking all of the places on you that he knew to be useful. His hand returned to your breast, kneading the flesh between his long fingers with a rough grip.

You were at his mercy. Your body was his to toy with and he knew how to play you well. His tongue dove into your slit, further than should be possible, using the muscle to open the neglected hole and taste the essence now running down his chin. He lapped away at your cunt, taking all he wanted from you while you lay there limp and twitching with the occasional cry of ecstasy.

His fingers pinched the hard bud of your nipple and pulled on it, bringing a cry from your lips. Normally cries like these were reprimanded, but you had a feeling your husband wanted the whole ship to know exactly what he was doing to his wife.

You were coming closer and closer to the orgasm you so desperately needed. Your body was reacting to every touch with increased sensitivity as it hadn't been used in so long, and Seonghwa was oh so skilled at pulling these feelings out of you, the fire burning in your belly was twisting and reveling, begging to be realized.

You cried out again, feeling you're about to get that sweet sweet release you so craved.

When it all stopped.

You cried out again but this time in strangled desperation and confusion. You locked eyes with your husband and plead you were wrong about what is happening.

Seonghwa simply pulled away, unbothered, he stood from the bed and you felt your heart shatter as he moved across the floor. He picked up a rag and wiped his face clean before turning back to your still panting figure.

"Remember, when you married me you gave your sweet, soft body to me. And now any pleasure it receives is mine to control. I want you to think about what you just experienced and learn to appreciate all that I give you. Now, I am going to return to my duties, and when I come back if I believe you have earned it I will treat you like my wife, and not some common whore."

And without another word, he left.

-

You laid their flabbergasted and unmoving for what felt like hours. As the sunset behind the horizon, you pulled your body up into a sitting position with your legs cradled to your chest. You don't dare act on the burning emptiness in your core, as you truly felt you had learned your lesson.

The minutes ticked on. Occasionally you heard the sound of feet coming down the ladder from down the hall and your stomach lept, but every time they continued down to the lower deck for the crew. Your mind wandered to your wedding day.

It had only been 4 years since that day. It was before you had joined the crew, but Seonghwa who you had known since your childhood had already been called to the sea by his friend and now captain. He had asked you to marry him the day before he left on his first voyage and you waited for him without a second thought. Once he returned months later he had already been made First Mate and you only had a week before he would be out at sea again. On the day of your wedding, you were scolded by your parents for allowing a lawless pirate to take you, but your father gave you away regardless. By the end of the night, you were already miles out to sea with your new husband and he showed you for the first time how well a wife could be treated.

Needless to say, you rediscovered your appreciation for the man.

So when the door finally opened once again, you only gazed at Seonghwa with stars in your eyes. He approached your side of the bed and took your chin into his hand, aiming your face up at his.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked. You nodded.

"Yes, sir," you spoke with a creaky voice. He cracked the smallest hint of a satisfied smile.

"Why don't you lean back, my darling"

And so you did. You fell back onto the blankets and watched as your husband finally pulled his shirt over his head and rid himself of his distressed pants. He climbed over you and took your head in his hand again and muttered,

"Now remind me, sweet girl, who's are you," he asked in a firm guiding voice.

"All yours, sir,"

"Wonderful, should I take what's mine then?" He asked in that same tone.

"Please sir," you replied.

Seonghwa leaned down to connect your lips in one sweet kiss that lasted only a moment before pulling away his demeanor changed. Hands ran down your sides pulling your legs to wrap around his thin waist.

"My darling wife, waiting so patiently for me," he mused. The tip of his cock teased your wet entrance, only pushing in the slightest bit but you clenched instinctively regardless.

"Maybe it has been too long," he chuckled darkly in your ear, "I almost forgot how eagerly you wish to be filled," he chided taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth. Your breath hitched, scared to make /the wrong move that would bring this all crashing to a halt.

In one fluid motion, Seonghwa pushed the rest of his length into you to the hilt. You whined desperately at the slightly painful stretch and screwed your eyes shut as the pain morphed into the sweetest pleasure.

"Ready, my darling?" He mumbled into your ear, a slight smirk in his voice.

"Please,"

And so he began. Pulling all the way out before slamming back in with the same force and speed. You cried out again.

Every time his hips met yours for that brief moment you relished in the feeling of being completely filled up by him. His length was long and he used it well. He knew your body well enough to know exactly how to angle your hips to be hitting your more sensitive places inside you every single time he thrust.

You clung desperately to his broad shoulders, allowing your body to become plaint again and for lewd sound to tumble past your lips into his ears. Each sound seemed to give him newfound strength, picking up speed and force every time.

"Oh, my sweet wife, letting me have my way with her," he mumbled, gripping your hip for leverage, the other hand gently caressing your body. "So desperate to be filled," he chuckled. You whined in agreement, pulling yourself tighter to his body as your sensitive walls clung and stretched around him.

"I could fill you up even more darling, would you like that?" He asked, panting slightly at the exertion.

You nodded blindly.

"I could fill you up with my cum, fill you up with my child," he groaned at the thought, "oh you would love that wouldn't you darling, letting me put a child in you," you clenched around his cock once again as he punctuated his words with one, particularly hard thrust into your special spot.

"Yes, sir" you replied breathlessly "please, fill me up with your child," it came out as nothing but a whisper, "want- want your baby,"

"I know you do darling, don't worry," he groaned. You were clenching around him madly and your orgasm was fast approaching. His grip on your hip and turned to iron and your body was convulsing.

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't give my wife a baby,"

At those words, your body began to convulse. You finally felt that sweet really you had been denied for so long. Your eyes rolled back and your cunt was clenching frantically as the waves of pleasure came over you so strong you lost control of your limbs, crying out weakly Seonghwas name. Seonghwa kept his steady pace all the while until he himself was thrown over the edge.

You recognize the feeling of thick ropes of cum pouring into you. Seonghwas own cries had increased in volume as he emptied inside you. It took several seconds, but when he had finally milked the last of his orgasms from your body he pulled away.

You lay spent but completely content on the bed before him with what could only be described as a dopey smile. He always looked so beautiful when he came and even coming down yourself you had to admire the gorgeous man you married. He cracked his own smile at your face and leaned to give you a lingering kiss. And your eyes dropped closed.

"Go to sleep, darling, ill take care of you in the morning."

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[non-un-topo]

Have a playful scene from an old post-movie fic I never finished, just because!

The first thing they do when they’re all inside is laugh. If the house looked fancy on the outside, it’s got nothing on the inside.

It’s open-concept, with floor to ceiling windows, which would be a major problem were it not for the blinds. The ceilings are surprisingly high, embedded with small, circular white lights, save for the verging-on-gaudy chandelier at the front entrance. Whoever owns the house went ham on the rugs, too, because Joe can spot three large rugs in the main living space. To the left is a seating area with a television bigger than any of them have ever owned, and to the right is a kitchen so shiny and massive that it makes his mouth water at the sight. There’s a rocky shore through the windows behind the house, and he can see that there are hallways probably leading to bedrooms and other living spaces in both directions.

The second thing they do, of course, is check that the place hasn’t been bugged.

They’re casual when they go about it, speaking vaguely and starkly normal lest any cameras or microphones pick up anything conspicuous, and it’s a familiar performance that Joe always delights to turn into a game.

Nicky is as competitive as he was the fateful day they met, and Joe takes great joy in enabling this side of him.

He looks at Andy and she chuckles when she sees the mischief in his eyes. She starts to examine the lamps near the couches across the living space and doesn’t need to motion for Nile to copy. She’s already in the kitchen, running her fingertips underneath the countertops.

“What do you want for dinner?” Nile asks just as she opens the fridge and checks the ice box, and Joe can’t help but grin. She’s great at this already.

He whips his head around to smirk devilishly at Nicky, who smirks back, eyebrows raised in challenge.

They take off. Time to fluff up the performance.

They make their way to the opposite end of the house to Andy and Nile, checking light switches and the backs of paintings as they go, elbowing each other in their haste to find a bug before the other.

They reach a large, warmly coloured room that smells of old paper, a library of sorts, and scramble over each other in the doorway to get at the lamps, books, art pieces, tables, and chairs.

“This place is perfect for a family holiday, don’t you think, darling?” Joe calls over his shoulder in English, in his best Irish accent.

Nicky snorts and grimaces very obviously at Joe’s fake accent as he checks a lightbulb, and Joe does not care for that tone at all.

“Use your words, dear. Your voice is the most precious sound of my life.”

He catches a small bust Nicky throws at him with a light chuckle and checks the item for bugs, wordlessly obliging Nicky’s silent request. Nicky’s only helping him win, and Joe swells with victory at the fact that his little trick still works. Nicky will never be immune to Joe’s sweet words.

“You’re acting far too weird,” Nicky says in Arabic, concealing that beloved crooked grin under his nose. “Nobody talks like that.”

“Surely, I don’t know what you mean,” Joe says innocently, “as I speak this way to you all the time.”

“Don’t call me Shirley,” Nicky quotes in English, pausing his search through the drawers of a shiny black desk to point a finger at Joe. He switches back to Arabic, “And your wicked tricks will not work on me.”

Joe forces down a laugh at Nicky’s choice of words. He will never tire of this man and his humour.

“Wicked tricks? It’s a performance, babe.” He bats his eyelashes, responding in Arabic, save for the word ‘babe’ which he accentuates in English. “And I am an artist. You would deny me an opportunity to hone my skills?”

Nicky tsks under his breath, trying and failing to mask a smile. “You know what I’m talking about. Flattery will not win you this game.”

Joe pauses, squinting at the wall across the room and pursing his lips. “...Bro, then?” he offers, as a substitute.

It merits a hysterical laugh from Nicky as he breaks his facade and Joe fully gives in to the urgent need to cross the room and wrap Nicky up in his arms, growling playfully as he does so and lifting him just off the floor as he spins him around, both of them laughing. His heart absolutely bursts with the sound of it. It’s the first time he’s heard Nicky laugh like that since…

His mind draws a blank.

Too long.

They stay like that for a while longer until they both remember their game and their competitive sides get the best of them.

Neither of them win the game in the end, because a few hours later they all conclude the house is, thankfully, free of bugs.

#there are... so many pages on this document and yet. didn't finish #i remember i was trying to explore their playful sides #so here's this dumb little scene dfgfdsasd #for context: as an apology for... everything. copley paid for an airbnb in ireland for the gang to stay in as temporary lodgings #and they all immediately curled their noses because the house is bougie af. and also they don't trust copley quite enough yet #hence checking the house for cameras and mics #this scene is p happy but the whole fic is so angsty my god... #tog #tog fic #sage writes

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Leona x Reader (ft.vargas camp event)

Important information-  y/n is female but is pretending to be male.

Context- This happens in a timeline where when Yuu (aka y/n or mc) arrived to the NRC, since it was an all boys school, Crowley asked y/n to pretend to be male and keep it a secret.

 In Leona’s version, he found out when a teacher made him go check on y/n because “he” did’t show up in class.(Ruggie was too busy to go) When Leona arrived and knocked, since no one awnsered he just entered anyway lol. He saw a bunch of bandages on the floor and when he found y/n in a room, even if he saw y/n with unuasual long hair, he called and when y/n turned arround, Leona saw you were naked from waist up, with exemption of a bra....he was as shocked as he could be, and just turned arround and left. Y/n ran after him while dressing a shirt, explained the situation and he agreed to keep it a secret with a “What a pain I have gotten myself into” while rubbing his neck. (this happened after Jamil overblot and the two of you had a “I don’t mind his company ” relationship)

Now, with the story:

It was the end of the first day one and every club had just returned to the camp, exausted by the harduous day of challenges, ones more than others, since some didn’t even raise a finger. Y/n and Grim however were having their share of fun, they weren’t allowed to participate in the challanges, but recording such good memories with their friends was very fun.

  Y/n was reviewing the photos that were taken during the first day while Vargas was speaking with everyone. Just as you and grim were wondering where you two would sleep, professor Vargas came over and explained he was going to sleep in the Dawrfs hut and both of you would sleep in a tent next to it. 

....

Grim and you had just settled inside and were about to change to comfy clothes to sleep when you noticed the inside of your bandages were all sweaty, well that was to expect after such a day. After wiping the sweat you still felt the need to take a bath, most obviously you wouldn’t  ask vargas to take a bath in the hut due to certain circunstances.... You were thinking about what to do when you remembered there was a lake nearby, and it had a small and clean beach so it was secure...decided, you glanced one last time to check if Grim was asleep, picked a small bag with a spare of clothes and a small towel you brought, and left the tent.

.....

On the camp site Leona had just left to his tent, leaving Ruggie and the other members of the Magift club discussing who would stand watch and look after the fire. He was lying down trying to sleep when he felt a familliar scent. The noise outside was preventing him from sleeping, so he might as well just go check what the hell you were up to this time.

 He migh not admit it, but since the Octavinelle Incident, more specifically, since you had threatened him (when mc threatened making noise every morning outside of Leona’s room if he didn’t help them), he had grown an interest in you, and by now he really didn’t mind your company or when you showed up in the gardening house when he was napping, or even when you sat down next to him. Actually, it seemed that he slept better when you were there. But he would never admit this.

Leona quietly left the tent and went in the direction of the forest where he felt your scent. Leona had light feet and walking at night in the forest was almost as easy as it was during the day, so he reached you pretty quickly. 

You were walking steadly but slow, walking in a forest at night really wasen’t one of your skills, you almost tripped a few times. Of course Leona was nearby just watching the whole thing from behind with that smirk of his, he was even eating an apple, he was wondering how come you didn’t ear him. 

Well anyway, after a while he grew tired of seeing you strugle, and finally aproached you. He had just lightly touched your shoulder and calling you”Herbi-” but he couldn’t finish because you jumped from the sudden touch, screamed high enough to make Leona turn his ears backwards, and were about to trow a punch to whatever had just touched you when Leona caught your fist midair with ease. “Tsk, why so damn lound” he said while rubbing his temple with his free hand.

“Le-Leona?? Why are you here?” You had just finished your sentence when you saw his green eyes narrowing a bit, and it finally came to you you had tried to punch Leona Kingscholar. Your face went white in a matter of seconds, it’s not like you were afraid of him, you could say your relationship had reached the level of friendship more or less, but this was pushing the boundaries quite a bit!

 You quickly retreated your fist, who was still in Leona’s warm hand, and apologized “Ah-! I’m so sorry Leona!! It was a reflex!”.  Much to your surprise, Leona didn’t do anything and just crossed his arms “So? what are you doing at this time of night in a forest?”  

“Ah- I was.. heading to the lake...” you shifted your gaze to other side while scratching your cheek and smilling awkwardly. It’s not like you were lying to him, but you didn’t really want to say you were going to take a bath.  Leona concluded you probably had run out of water and didnt think more about it. You were thinking about what to say next, when Leona just started walking and passed by you. “Hmm, Leona? Where are you going?”you asked.

He didn’t even bother to turn arround and said “You are going to the lake right? hurry now or you will get left behind”. 

Uncounsciously you hurried to his side “You didn't ’t really have to come....”you said only hearing a “hmnn” coming from him. 

And maybe due to the shock you suffered a while ago or to the fact you were distracted by Leona’s presence, it still didn’t hit you that his presence migh make your task of taking a bath a tad more difficult. And when it did, you hurried to say “ Leona, you should really go back, I don’t want to take any more of your sleeping hours....” you really enjoyed his presence, but you really really hoped he went back.

“Now that we are already here its a bit late” He rubbed his head. He was right, you two had already reached the lake. You were taking in the beautiful scene of the lake and the moon reflecting on it when Leona spoke up “We don’t have all night” he was now leaned against some rock, and honestly he looked stunning in the moonlight with those emerald green eyes of his, but this was not the moment to be thinking about this!  You gave a few steps forward but stopped and looked at Leona “Could you..could you turn arround?” you shyly asked, your face with a light shade of red.

“Hm? What’s the problem of me staying here” he moved one of his hands to his hip and tilted his head a bit waiting for you to awnser.

 This time you couldn’t really look at him at all, you stiffened your shoulders a bit and finally said “I came to take a bath” In a voice so low Leona almost had trouble hearing it.

He looked a bit anoyed now “Ah?Then again what is the prob-” Leona stopped mid-sentence when it came to him. He had actually forgotten. He massaged his temple with his eyes closed and said ”I will be over there” and left to behind a strocture of rocks a bit farther away. 

You muttered a “Thank you...” and went towards the shore. 

There. you began by removing tha bandages arround your chest, and then the shirt you had used during the day whole day, you kept your pants since you just really needed to clean the sweat in your upper body. You emersed a towel in the water and when you finally felt the clean water of the lake in your skin, you let out a heavy sigh. 

On the other side was Leona, leaned against a rock, backwards to you. To anyone who saw him it would look he was sleeping, but he was actually dwelling on what had just happened. After he had found out and agreed to keep it to himself he did think about it for a while, but at that time you two were no more than aquaintances who meet a lot and sometimes went to classes together, so in the end, your situation had slipped to the back of his mind. He had a frown on his face but it wasent out of anoyance, but rather due to his own actions up until now. 

Leona was thinking about how the hell he had grown comfortable arround you recently when his eyes shot open by a splash sound and a high pitched scream coming from your direction. He got up and was ready to complain about the noise and about how come you fell in place with only sand ,when he heard that sound that had been perturbing his sleep the whole day. fairies. They were nothing to him, but you were a human, a non- magical one at that, so leona just made a tsch and prepared to dispose of them.

“Ah, what a pain” he said to the air while going to take them out. “Herbivore you stay.....”  

You were already dressed, but soaked from head to toe and with an unsetling expression Leona had never seen you doing, he would be making a smug face while mocking you if he warent too busy scaring that water fairy to death with his glare only. "Scram" he didn't scream, nor use an aggressive tone, but the way he said it had an imposing and superior aura.

And the fairy probably felt he would squeeze her to death next because she flew away in a blink of an eye. He was still making a mixed expression of anger and anoyance when he turned to you. “Thank you Leona, they came out of nowhere” You were trying to wipe away the water from your clothes , and only noticed Leona’s expression when you looked at him “Ah.” You looked troubled “Did I...did I perhaps wake you just now?” Anyone who spend more than 5 minutes with Leona would know how much he liked sleeping, and in your point of view, you were preventing him from sleep by having him acompany you to the lake.

Seeing your troubled expression made Leona get more at ease, and his brows weren't frowning anymore “Now it dosen’t matter, does it” he said while rubbing one of his ears.

 You were still doing your best to get most of the water off your clothes, but this didn’t go unnoticed by you “Have I hurt your ears too?” Your voice was now in its normal tune, sweeter, since now you didn’t need to pretend being male.

“Two times in a single night is too much, no?”He retreated his hand and returned it to his pocket. 

“The first time was your fault though....”You looked to the side and had a troubled smile on your face “But I apologize, sorry”.

 Leona analized your expression and half serious said “You don’t look so sorry however” he started rubbing his chin and curved a little to match more your height “What will you do to compensate me?”. With this statement you looked away and let out a troubled, very fake half laugh  “Ahahaha......”

Leona enjoyed seeing you troubled, more than he did the others, but in a good teasing way “*sigh*you should start thinking about drying yourself herbivore”. 

Oh don’t you say, It’s not as if you weren’t trying!!! “How come I didn’t think about that” you said while squezing your hair to get most of the water out of it. 

Now that Leona thought about it, this was the first time he saw you with long hair after that one day, and even if uncounsciously, he couldn’t bring himself to stop looking. “W- what? is it so weird I have long hair?” you had now cleaned most of the water off yourself, and Leona didn’t help one bit.

(Normally, you do your hair in a specific way so it looks short even though its long, i took that idea from Lucina from FE, i’ll drop a picture of how the hair is done at the end)

“What a problematic thing I have gotten myself into...” Despite seeming he was complaining about coming along with you to the lake, he was refering to spending time with you in general, somehow you were the kind of person who sooner or later would get involved in the most weird problems, and it seemed this time you had dragged him with you. 

However despite complaining, Leona had began enjoying your company for a while now. It had even reached the point that seeing you two napping side by side in the botanical garden was frequent. No one dared mentioning it though.

You noticed your bandages floating in the water "*Sigh....* it seems I cant use these anymore" you looked pitifully at the drenched bandages you picked up.

"Just use another shirt as a chest binder. If you hang it tightly enough it will have the same effect" Leona said as if this was the most normal situation in the world. 

You looked at him for a second "that is actually pretty smart you know" and proceded to do as he had suggested. After finishing and seeing how it looked you let out a pleased ‘hum’ sound and said “As expected of the great Leona!” you made a few moviments to see if it was comfortable and turned to him with both hands on your hips and a confident look  “So, how does it look??” 

Leona made an over exagerated expression as if the was thinking hard and made a “hmmm” sound for a long time just to keep you waiting. “Leonaaa!!” you cried, he intended to keep his teasing but after looking at your face again he noticed despite having a smile, you looked scared, afraid of something.

 No normal person would be able to see this, not even Deuce or Ace could, but after having you bugging him for so long, Leona had started getting more aware of things like this, so he stopped and let out a sigh of defeat. Honestly, only y/n to make leona give up his teasing.

“No one will notice” he said with a rare reassuring tone while tapping you on the shoulder. 

Hearing this, you let out the air you were unconsciously keeping on your chest. ”...thank you”. With that, you seemed more relieved, you really did trust Leona’s judgement huh. 

“Heh, if you are really that thankfull then next time you go to the botanic garden bring me food” Well, that seemed fair enough, you thought, but then a smug grin grew on his face “Actually no... that dosen’t seem enough to compensate my great effort.”

“Oh no...” you thought. At this point you could only prepare for what was to come. Leona could get tyranical at times with his requests, but he should have mercy on you......right?

After a dramatical pause, Leona continued “Next time my brother trows that furball of a nephew to me, you, my dear herbivore, will be so kind to take care of him for me”. What? That cute angelic cub? You saw no problem at all. At least on him you could release your hidden desires of petting lions ears. But looking at Leona, he really did look overjoyed he could get rid of Cheka next time he came visit. You couldn’t possibly ruin his moment by saying you would love to take care of his nephew, that would ruin part of his joy, so you just went along.

 You were going to start talking again when the wind blew strong, Leona had his super comfy looking camping coat, but you? In your still humid clothes it felt way colder than it actually was.

Meanwhile Leona had already went to pick up your bag ”Herbivore!” but as you turned to him, you saw only black ”Catch!”. You ‘eh’ed and expected your bag hitting you hard on the face, but next thing you knew, a fluffy warm feeling hovered over you.

After roaming arround with your hands you were able to take the ‘thing’ from your head, your hair was now a mess, but your eyes lit up when you saw that in your hands was Leona’s camping coat.

You probably spent a while looking at it, because Leona said “You gonna stay there eating my coat with your eyes, or you gonna return to the camp”. And when you looked at him again, he was already heading to the woods with your bag in hand.

“I’m going Leona, i’m going. wait for me!” you said while you hurried to his side and tried to put in the coat in a very sloppy way. You didn’t notice, but he was looking at the scene with a smug smirk. And by the time you had reached him, somehow, you managed to dress it wrongly.

“You know, I’m not an expert, but i’m pretty much sure that’s not how you dress a coat” He said while examining the way you had dressed it. “*sigh* come here”.

Leona then fixed the coat’s sleeve and helped you dressing it correctly while mumbling something about herbivores being too dependent.

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You two were basically half way back to the camp, and you weren’t already there because you kept on misplacing your foot and almost falling, plus, the way back was upwards and it was dark. 

You had misplaced your food at least 30 times now, and in way too many of those, you had to grab Leona’s shirt so you wouldnt fall. And for someone who enjoyed their personal space, he didn’t seem to mind too much. 

You did try to avoid doing that as much as you could, but, just like now, you really had no other option if you wanted to avoid falling, so for the sake of your face staying off the ground, you grabed Leona’s shirt hem again.This time, with quite a lot of streight, and when you looked up, the first thing you saw was Leona’s ears turned backwards and he turning to you.

“Oi, don’t pull the hem of my clothes just because you have bad footing” (yet again I cannot decribe his expression properly, so I just drop an image of it, here) 

.(yes i edited it to match night time)

Tsk tsk, it’s not like you could help it! it was dark! and the ground was irregular as hell! and you didn’t have a tail or godamn cat eyes! And the coat was so big on you couldn’t even move properly your arms! And it even had his scent! 

Well, that last one wasen’t really aproblem, actually you were quite pleased with it, but you were running out of things to complain about!

This venting was only half hearted though, you were really comfy and warm due to the coat Leona lended you, plus it had his scent all over it, and even if it looked huge on you, it was quite the cute sight, and even Leona thought it, but that aint ever coming out of his mouth.

You were still trowing half hearted insults at the situation when a ‘oh’ sound came from him, and you uncounciously looked at him. Big mistake, since he had a ever so smug expression “Or perhaps....can it be that you are scared?” his smirk widened even more , if that was even possible, and he had a hand supporting his chin.

And this was it, you could almost feel a vein poping on your forehead “Who is scared??? you say that because you have good night vision and a fluffy tail to maintain your equilibrium!” you pounted and went pass trough him without caring anymore. 

It was very rarely you had these little outbursts, so Leona felt pround he was able to stir up one and was enjoying the situation the best way he could: with his eyebrows up, a smug smile, both hands on his hips and ready to tease you more.

You were still walking forward, and Leona was still talking, but all you could hear was ‘bla bla bla’ in your head. So when he stopped and said “wait, there’s a-

You were too late to realise there was a huge root in front of you, and triped over it, you quicly used your hands to protect your head and brace yourself for the impact.

That never came, because as we can expect, when you opened your eyes you were still mid fall, and there was an arm arround your stomach supporting you. “That’s why you should listen to me herbivore, why are you always giving me work” He said while massaging his temples, his arm still around you.

Now realizing how childish your small tantrum was, and how much of an help he had been, you were more composed “You didn’t need to catch me...” you said in low voice, now looking at the ground you would be in if not for him catching you.

“Ah? What crap are you saying now? after all the work I went trough, if you get full of dirt now it will all be for nothing” He looked a bit annoyed, but just like your insults earlier, it was half hearted.

And after lecturing you, Leona finally let go of you after assuring you were steady on the ground, “Let’s go now” he began walking again, only to stop moments after, for some reason his ears were a bit down ”Next time just grab my shirt again or something”. Despite looking uninterested, he was actually waiting for your reply, more specifically, you thanking him.

So he couldn’t help but look back when he heard you saying “Leona...” in such a sweet tone. Though what he was not expecting to see when he turned back, was a lock of your h/c hair stuck in a three branch. “My hair is stuck...”  you said with a voice of someone who still had a lot to lose, but needed help regardless.

Leona however, had the look of someone who was not paid enough to handle this, but it’s not like he could leave you there, so yet again while lecturing you on how herbivores should be careful, he helped you.

While he was, doing it more carefully than he would have with anyone else, trying to free your hair lock from the tree branch and telling you multiple times to stay still, you couldn’t help but wonder, a sad look now in your face.

“Hey Leona...” you began while facing the ground. Receiving a “Hah? what is it now?” from him. You were glad he was behing you, and you were facing the ground, because the look in your face was probably really pityfull. “Do you really not mind...?” You began stroking your hands with your thumb in a nervous way “you know, me being....” You really tried to finish the sentence, but Leona cut you off  “It’s not like it makes any difference is it? Why the question”

You thanked he couldn’t see you, or else he would have noticed your trembling hands. You valued a lot the bound you had with Leona, more than he could imagine. Ever since you arrived at NRC you felt you didn’t belong ,out of place, but when you were with him...that feeling disappeared.  You were really afraid this could affect your relationship, so hearing him say this, did reasure you a lot. “No particular reason, i was just asking haha-Ouch!” 

You felt a pitch in your head, but your hair was already free. “Next time don’t be this reckless” Leona scolded you. Did he just flick you.

“Did you just flick me”

“Got a problem with it? If possible I would like to reach my tent tonight” He was already walking again, just a bit slowler so you could easily reach him, and it was not like you could do anything againt him so while you massaged the spot, you just picked your pace and headed to the camp together.

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You two had finally reached the camp, more specifically, Leona’s tent. “Oh, we are here...I should get going, thanks for coming with me” you gave him a small smile, and began walking away.

“Oi, aren’t you forgetting something?” You looked back to find Leona with his arms crossed looking at you. Only then came to your mind that you were still wearing his comfy outdoors coat. At the realization you quickly tooke it off and hand it to him, feeling a bit sad you could no longer feel his scent. “Here you go, then I will be off, good night Leona, see you tomorrow” you gave him another warm smile he so much apreciated and walked off again.

However, had you not walked 3 meters Leona spoke up again “Herbivore, come here” You wondered what could he want, so you turned to him again, and as soon as you did, he continued. “Sleep in my tent”. He had a calm expression and said it with the most normality ever, yet you were only able to let out a ‘eh?’ sound before he resumed. “It’s not like we haven’t slept together in the botanical garden before, and I doubt you are down to spend the night near that bastard. He dosent know, does he” On this last part he put a hand on his hip and gestured with the other, as if he knew he was right. Wich he was.

You instantanly knew the ‘bastard’ he was refering to, was your teacher, since he always adressed him that way. “Well...you are right...” That was the reason you had gone to the lake in the first place. 

But before you had the time to actually awnser his question he made a smug smirk and spoke again. ”Plus, won’t it be better to have the real thing instead of just my scent in a coat?” he said jokingly, yet again trying to styr up a reaction, but instead of doing that, you looked away a bit flustered. ‘Have I been caught?’ you thought while laughing nervously.

Seeing this, his eyes widened a bit and Leona’s own cheeks became a little red too and he hurried to say “Anyway, I’ll go sleep. Don’t make noise when you come in” And he headed inside, You hadn’t even agreed to his offer! But for some reason, you said “Wait, I’m going in too!”  And went in after him.

His tent could bear 2 people and still have plenty of space left, however, as expected there was only one cushion. And of course the great Leona wouldn’t give up on his sleeping place, and this was his tent after all, and since you didn’t want to impose yourself on his space, you just went to the corner and setled yourself on the bare ground of the tent.

Leona was busy setling himself to sleep, so he didn’t notice you doing this right away, but when he, did a small frown appeared on his face. “Oi Herbivore, do you really plan on sleeping on the ground? Hurry up and come over already” after saying this he moved a bit to the side as if to show you there was enough space for both of you in the cushion. 

Well, you were already inside and it was too late to back away, and it was defenitively better than sleeping on the ground, you just never thought he would give up on his personal space this much. Lately he did let you stay really close to him in the botanical garden, and there was this one time his tail was even touching you, but....was this really ok?? 

You knew Leona enjoyed his space so you were a bit nervous, but it went away as soon as you laid down on the comfy culshion and he turned to the other side while pulling the blanket to cover himself. “Finally some peace and quiet...” he said before going silent again.

You covered yourself as well, and even if you were a bit tense, as you looked at the top of the tent, and felt Leona-s warmth beside you, you slowly became drownsy “...hey Leona...?” there was no awnser but you went on anyway, probably due to the sleepiness taking over you. “I’m grad it was you who found out...” and finally, you fell asleep. 

If he heard you or not? Well, we will never really know.

*This could end here, but I decided there wasent enough bounding nor fluff*

It was now arround 2 or 3 am, and the night became colder, you weren’t awake, but it did bother you, so you moved a bit more towards the midle of the culshion trying to escape the cold, settling only when you met some warmth, a nice one at that.

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Leona never had problems falling asleep, this time was no exeption, he had fallen asleep seconds after he had covered himself. But it was a bit hard not to wake up when something, or rather someone was snugling onto your back. Even though his eyes shot open the moment he felt you, he didn’t move or speak, since he could tell you were asleep by the sound of your breath. Well it really was cold, and he knew he was hot, (take this in the way you want XD)  so he couldn’t blame you.

Instead, he waited some minutes to assure you wouldn’t wake up, and then turned to you. You were peacefully sleeping turned to him, with your hands clutshed together in your chest and your h/l (hair lenght) h/c hair all messy. He had a hand supporting his head while looking at your peacefull sleeping image. 

During the times you fell asleep beside him in the botanical garden you looked nothing like this, at those times you looked more composed, as if you had a wall arround you, your hair looked way shorter too, but also...in none of those times you looked as vulerable and comfortable as now, it was like he couldn’t take his gaze away from you, greedly taking in all he never could. As a matter of fact, he even fell asleep like that.

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You were still asleep, but the morning rays of light began bathing the tent making the inside getting brighter and disturbing your sleep. Of course, as any person who was awake until lord knows how late, you shut your eyes tighter and tried your best to sink further in the blankets. Fortunately for you, you didn’t need to move much, since something was now sheltering you from the sunlight, and much to your pleasure, whatever it was, it was really warm too, wich made you cling onto it even more. 

After you began to regain a bit of counsciousness, you felt something heavy hovering over you, and your pillow felt a bit harder too...only after a while did you notice this wasen’t normal, and slowly opened your eyes, afraid of the morning light hurting them, but you only saw darkness, only after trying to understand the situation did you start feeling soft breathing on top of your head, and a familar scent came to your nose. You did try to pull away to see what was happening, but you only got pulled closer, now concious, you felt two arms tighttening arround you.

When you finally managed to join the pieces together, your face reddned at an incredible speed, and a “Leona..?” scaped your lips, realising what you had just done, you quicly covered your mouth with your hands, hoping he didn’t listen. However some seconds after, he made a low and deep growl, as he so many times did when you had to wake him for class, exept you had never been this close when he did it.

Honestly? From a 3rd person view, it it looked like a lion holding his prey, and it sure felt the same to you!. I mean, holy- the man was strong! you tried to get free from his grasp multiple times, but he didnt even flinch! You needed to get out of there, and fast, you were a blushing mess, and out of everyone, Leona was the last person you wanted to see you like this, he wouldn’t let you go without mocking you about it every hour .So when he began moving again you froze on the spot.

Leona began by closing his eyes thighter, as if trying to deny the morning sunlight. With his eyes still closed, he stretched his neck and afterwards tried to do the same with his arms, but seeing he was unable to, he opened his eyes with much relutancy only to see a Y/n under his grasp.  He was quite surprised at first, and if you weren’t so embarassed, you migh have noticed the small blush that appeared on Leona’s cheeks, but such a surprised expression was quickly replaced with his usual smugness. 

”Hmmmm....Look at what a small herbivore has been caught...” You felt his jade eyes sharply looking at you, but you refused to meet his gaze. “L-Leona I..I have to go” you said. Now that he was awake there was no need to be carefull, you simply got up, and tried to leave the tent. Seeing this, Leona quickly called you “Wait y/-” only to be interruped by a sharp pain and you triping and falling.

Despite being awake for just a short while, you were quick enough to use your arms so you wouldn’t fall face on. You and Leona let pain growls out, and looking at eachother afterwards, you noticed what made you fall. On your right leg, there was something wraped around your ankle.

You had now the most complicated expression you had in a while “......Is that....your tail?” you crouched down and looked at it closer “Did...did you really just wrap your tail arround my ankle?”  You thought of touching it, but he would get angry so you ignored your desire to do it. 

Leona was still rubbing his lower back, and only then did he look at you “Ha?What are you saying, of couse I didn’t” He had a small frown, but his voice didn’t have any ill intent.

“It is-” You didn’t even finish your sentence, Leona had already wnraped his tail. He semed to be somewhat sulking. This however made a sweet yet mischievous smile grow on your face. You thought he was just messing with you, but...he clearly hadn’t intended in getting his tail wrapped arround you. Did this mean..earlier when he had his arms around you, he really wanted you close?? 

Either way, you couldn’t let a flustered Leona scape so easily, it was your time to have fun. “Hmmmm... I wonder how did this tail get arround my ankle then...” you said while you sat on the couch and faked being thinking hard about it. ”Could it possibly be that the great Leona-san does actually enjoy my company?” you pointed at yourself while your eyes were closed and went closer while a smug smirk grew wider on your face. “..Ah! Will you purr for me nex-”. 

What happened now was too fast for you to say anything, but next time you knew, you were in Leona’s grasp again. “Shut up”. You were both laid on the couch again, but this time your back was on his chest, and he was hugging you closer from behind. ”You are anoying” he said in a low voice while he tried to get comfortable on the pillow, nudging his nose a little on your hair while doing it. 

So, this was so sudden you were no longer working at all, your eyes were wide open and “??????” was all that was in your mind for some good 6 whole seconds. Only then did you regain your rationality, and you had to admit, this was pretty soothing if you thought about it...having him embracing you, it really was comfortable...and his warm breath slowly hitting the back of your head... maybe...a little...”just a ...little... longer then...” and you drifted off to sleep once more. Leona who was already half asleep himself was only able to muster a  “...good” and clinging more to you, his tail rested now atop of you, he drifted off too.

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~6 minutes later~

*CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*

“!????!!??” Your eyes shot open because of the lound noise, and afraid someone would come in, you tried to get up and leave as fast as you could. However, before even being able to sit, you were pushed back to the place you were before “Stay” Leona said with a sleepy voice, his eyes not open yet. 

“Leona..! wake up..!!” you cried while trying to move him.

*CLANG CLANG CLANG*

Hearing the call to wake everyone, you looked in the direction of the tent entrance. Meanwhile Leona let out a  small growl of protest while finally letting go of you and sitting on the couch “No one is going to some in” he finally said while massaging his temples because of the lound noise, his ears a bit turned back.

Hearing that did reasure you, and looking so relaxed as he did, it was hard not to believe him, though it was leona who we were talking about so....

You were looking at him with the helpless expression of someone who knows it’s a lost cause. Though as soon as he noticed you looking at him he said with the still narrowed eyes of someone who just woke up from a pleasant sleep and a grin growing by the day, his fangs now showing  “hmn, like what you see?”he said, stretching afterwards.

You just let a “mhum, right” and stood up “That one is getting old Leona”. Just as you had devoleped the habit of always going to the botanical garden to see him, recently, he too, had devoloped this tendency of showing off and praising himself everytime he woke up and you were there. So you were quite used to it by now.

You streached and picked up your bag, and noticing he was looking at you as well, and turning back to him “And you? Enjoyed having this ‘herbivore’ as an hostage?” you said jokingly. Leona, still laid down, with his hand supporting his head, smirking tenderly yet smugly at the same time ”If I remember correctly, the ‘herbivore’ entered the lion’s den by it’s own will”. 

Not having a way to argue back, you changed the subject “I really should get going now.” You said while quickly looking arround to check if you didn’t leave anything behind. And as you were going to exit, Leona grabed your wrist “For someone being so carefull the whole night, you sure can be reckless” He released your wrist and you looked at him with a confused expression, seeing this, he let out a sigh  “You sure you want to get out with your hair like that?”.

Your face went blank for a split second at the sudden realisation you had lost your hair elastics at the lake last night. What were you gonna do? Seeing this, Leona shook his head slowly as if asking himself why did it sometimes felt like he was babysitting you, and more importantly, why did he actually enjoy it. “Here” he said while taking off his own hair elastic and handing it to you. “I don’t have another one, but this should solve the problem until you reach your tent”

Receiving his hair elastic in your hands, your eyes were sparking with thankfullness. Quickly, but nimbly you did your hair in a similar way you always did. Finished, you swiftly left, but not one step later you turned to him again. You had an earnest look in your eyes “....Thank you Leona, for everything. Imean it” you finished with a small smile on you. Leona was going to say something along the lines ‘You should, I don’t usually put this much effort, I expect you to pay me back’ , but you went to him and did the impensable.

You were going to leave, but before you turned completely to the exit, you turned back to Leona again, and walking rapidly towards him, and without thinking twice, you hugged him. Despite being friendly with everyone, you had never done this before, nor to him, nor to anyone since you had arrived to the NRC (I’m sorry if you are a hugs person).

 Needless to say, even Leona was speechless during the whole thing, its not like just anyone could try to hug him, much less being allowed to, there was only Cheka, but that was a special case. 

 That being said, this was so unexpected that even when you let go of him, exited swiftly and without looking back, he still had his jade green eyes wide, only regaining his senses several seconds later. A deep blush formed on his cheeks, you had quite the audacity for a magicless herbivore who saw what he was capable of with his magic....though he dosen’t dislike it when you do it...

He thought just before leaving the tent for the morning meeting.

-E N D-

I can’t believe it took me so much time to finish a one shot... I wanted it to be small but it turned out with 5k words.... I can’t control myself haha...

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Calculated Risk (Anakin x Reader)

Author’s Note: Here’s the Anakin fic I said was coming out today! Don’t worry, this one is all fluff after the last angst one I posted haha. I hope you guys enjoy! And as always, my tag list/ask box/requests are always open! Thanks so much!

Requested?: Yes, by @cluelessgurl - “I’d love to see a jedi reader coming to Anakin’s rescue during a battle, even though he felt like he didn’t need it but being grateful anyway, just the reader being badass basically lmao. That doesn’t mean the reader doesn’t get a scolding from Anakin after the mission though with some fluff of course.”

Summary: You swoop into battle to help your crush, Anakin, who has vehemently denied the need for any back-up on his mission. 

Calculated Risk

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: None, I don’t think!

“Ready to report a status update.” Anakin’s voice crackles to life on a hologram behind you. Out of curiosity, you turn to see Obi-Wan talking to Anakin.

“Yes?” Obi-Wan prompts, raising an eyebrow. You drift over to Obi-Wan’s side, ignoring the glance he gives you as you train your eyes on Anakin. Yes, you have a crush on Anakin. But it’s not like he actually likes you back, so it’s no big deal.

“A small droid army has intercepted us and we are working our way through,” Anakin says, and you hear blaster shots firing all around him. 

“Do you need...help?” Obi-Wan asks, hearing a few grunts from clones who are getting shot.

“Oh, no, we’re fine. I’ve got this mission completely under control, don’t even worry about it.” Anakin chuckles, refusing help a little too much. You and Obi-Wan give each other a knowing glance.

“Anakin, we can easily send a squad-”

“Obi-Wan, I assure you, I can handle this myself. Ahsoka’s here, too, and she would say the same thing. Right, Ahsoka?” Anakin calls out.

“Master, we need your help over here! There’s too many of them!” Ahsoka’s voice comes ‘off-screen’ from the hologram.

“See? We’re doing just fine on our own. Gotta go!” Anakin quickly ends the transmission.

Obi-Wan turns to you, clearly still not convinced by Anakin’s antics. 

“It’s obvious that he needs a little help, but he refuses to call in more troops. If I send in reinforcements behind his back, he won’t be happy about it.” Obi-Wan grumbles.

“When has Anakin being grumpy ever held you back?” You laugh.

“Well-”

“What if I could offer a compromise?” You interject again, actually happier with your plan than what Obi-Wan wants to do.

“And what do you suggest we do instead?” He lifts an eyebrow at you and folds his arms. You have a habit of getting into trouble just like Anakin, so he probably doesn’t trust your ideas too often.

“Send me.” You grin triumphantly at him.

“Send...you?” He repeats back slowly, turning the idea over in his mind. It’s not a no, so you continue to explain yourself.

“I’m one of the best Jedi Knights, even you can’t deny that. I can be reinforcements. But I’m still not a squad being dispatched to him so he can’t be mad because you didn’t technically ‘send reinforcements.’” You smirk, knowing you’ve outwitted Anakin. Obi-Wan sighs, but you see the small smile he’s trying to hide.

“You have a fair point...and Anakin is always happy to see you, so he won’t be upset that you’ve been sent.” Obi-Wan thinks out loud.

“What?” 

“What?” 

“I’m...gonna go now.” You murmur, still not sure if you heard him correctly.

“Okay, stay safe. And...keep Anakin out of trouble, please.” He sighs. You grin wickedly at him.

“You’re telling me that?” You ask.

“That’s true, you egg on his antics... Still, you know the difference between reckless stupidity and calculated risks that need to be taken.” He groans, motioning for you to leave already.

“Sure, Obi-Wan. I’ll see you once I save Anakin and complete the mission!” You laugh, running to the hangar. You climb into your speeder and take off from the cruiser, headed toward Anakin.

~+~

Upon your arrival on the planet, an imperial bomber greets you. You try to maneuver your ship around the blast, but unfortunately, it takes out one of your wings and your speeder starts to go down. 

As the ship plummets to the ground, you (as gracefully as possible) flip out of the top of it and land on a nearby rock, not too far from the battle. You watch as your ship makes contact with the ground and blows up. Sigh, you suppose you’ll have to take a ship back with the others.

You slide down the rock you’re currently on and join in the battle, taking down droids as you fight your way to Anakin and his crew. 

You spot Anakin fighting near Ahsoka, getting pushed back by the sheer amount of droids trying to overwhelm them. That’s the thing about the empire. They may not have good fighters, but they had a lot of them.

“Anakin!” You call, flinging your lightsaber like a boomerang through the sea of droids. You call it back to your hand with the force and find that you have successfully cleared a path to Anakin. You decide to take your chance while you have it and run to him.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” Anakin grunts, still fighting off droids. You deflect a blaster shot that was aimed at him while he’s preoccupied.

“Helping you, duh.” You make a face, jumping into battle next to him. The two of you work flawlessly together, making quick work of the droids.

“I said I didn’t need reinforcements.” He sighs.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not reinforcements. I just came here to see you, of course.” You wink at him, taking down another entire line of droids. Anakin watches in almost-awe as you fight off the droids, much more efficient than the rest of his crew, and maybe even him. He’d never admit that, though.

He watches you do a backflip over a droid, slicing it straight through the middle as you land behind it. This elicits a chuckle from his lips.

“Always one to put on a show, huh?” He smirks, glancing over at you as if he wasn’t just staring.

“Only if I care who’s watching,” You flirt, giving him a quick smile as the two of you fall back into sync.

It’s only a moment later when you speak again.

“Bend down,” You tell him.

“What?”

“Bend down.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!” You groan. Does he always have to question you? You never question his antics.

“Fine!” He crouches down and slashes at the feet of droids for a moment. You grin wickedly and use his back as a stepping stone, propelling yourself forward as you slice straight through a line of at least five droids.

“Gotcha!” You laugh, continuing to have fun despite being in the midst of a battle. Anakin shakes his head at you, but you see the small smile gracing his face.

“Always so dramatic with your fighting,” He tsks.

“Says Anakin Skywalker, the man who always has to have a dramatic entrance.” You tease him. He’s silent for a moment.

“...Touché.”

~+~

Once the battle is over, you look over to Anakin who had made his way across the battlefield while fighting. He’s walking over to you, and he doesn’t look quite happy.

“Before you get mad-” But before you can even finish your sentence, he roughly grabs your wrist and yanks you over to the side of the group that was forming to get ready to leave.

He lets go of you and turns around to look at you, his eyes scanning all over your body. You suddenly feel slightly self-conscious.

“Um...Anakin? Are you checking me out?” You try to tease, but your words seem more shy than bold like you intended. 

“Checking you out for injuries, yes.” He huffs, but you see a slight blush rise to his cheeks, making you feel a little bit triumphant for at least a small victory.

“We have a medic for that.” You muse, growing bolder now that you know you’re not the only one slightly flustered.

“I know but- you could’ve gotten hurt, (Y/n). Why did you come out here?” He seems slightly distressed even after he concludes that you definitely didn’t get any injuries.

“I came to...help? Didn’t you hear me when I arrived?” 

“I didn’t need the help-” 

“Anakin I was literally here. I fought the battle, too, and I saw how many enemies there were. You needed the help.” 

“I...I didn’t want it to be you, though.”

You’re hurt by his words. Your brows furrow and you start to turn away from him. If he’s going to be like that, then you’ll just leave. You don’t have to put up with this.

“No, wait! Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…” He grabs your upper arm to stop you. He rubs the back of his neck nervously as you turn to look back at him.

“How did you mean it, then?” You hum skeptically.

“I...I just worry about you, that’s all. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me, I wouldn’t be able to take the guilt.” He murmurs, much quieter than he was before. You turn back to face him fully again, stepping just slightly closer to him than you were earlier. His face is downcast to the floor.

“Why?” You ask him, tilting his head up to meet your eye.

“I like you.” He blurts out. This makes your eyes widen in surprise. You didn’t think he’d be so...blunt with it.

But once again, before you can continue he tries to explain himself further.

“I like you, (Y/n), and I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt. I wanted to handle myself so that you...well, you wouldn’t have to come down here and you’d be impressed by me getting it done all by myself.” He explains, almost rambling at this point. You put a finger to his lips, successfully shutting him up.

“Ani, I’m already impressed by you every day. You don’t need to take on an entire droid army to impress me, but I do appreciate the thought.” You giggle, pressing a feather-light kiss to his cheek. You see his face flush again and you smile at the thought of making him feel this way.

You see movement in the background and you look behind Anakin to see some boxes shifting slightly to block the two of you off from the rest of the group.

“What are you doing?” You ask Anakin, knowing that he’s definitely using the force to do that. 

“Just moving some boxes in the way of prying eyes so I can do this.” You don’t have time to react before his lips are on yours. You kiss him back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms snake around your waist. 

Once the two of you pull apart for air, there’s a goofy grin on both your faces. 

“I was wondering when that was going to happen,” You giggle.

“We’ll have to keep this a secret from the Order.” Anakin breathes out, the smile not leaving his face as he takes your features in from up this close.

“I’m willing to take the risk.” You smile at him, kissing him again. He melts into your touch.

“Good, because I am, too.” He kisses you one last time. You finally break away from each other, knowing that staying here too long would cause suspicion.

“See you on the ship, Anakin.” You wink at him and walk toward the boxes, shifting them back with the force as you join the group again.

Anakin trails behind a bit, a dumbstruck look still on his face. You’d tell him to be more subtle, but it’s only Anakin’s squad of clones and you know they wouldn’t say anything. That, and it’s too cute for you to ruin.

Obi-Wan was right about you being the one to take calculated risks that you deemed worth it, and you’ve never been more sure about anything: Anakin is a calculated risk that is more than worth it.

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