#manifesting one to just fall in my lap actually

[deanu]

Daydreaming about tall women. That is all

[faeryarchives]

loved by the moon (riddle, leona, and azul x f!reader)

requested by @lydiacallas: Can i ask for a Moon Goddess like!Fem!Reader? Like they have magic linked to the moon, they have like- this ethereal, pure and calm vibe of the moon itself and their voice is calm too. Maybe their hair is a bit glow in the dark? With Malleus, Azul, Lilia, Riddle and Leona, please and thank you very much! 🥺✨ warning: minor spoilers to book 6 + somewhat long imagine note: reader uses she / they pronouns + is in the same grade as the boys !! this is very overdue im sorry 😣 and i based some characteristic and abilities to moonlight cookie and princess luna guilty as charged 😔 + malleus and lilia part will be in another post! recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & its you, it always had been you

·˚ ༘ riddle rosehearts (2nd year ramshackle dorm leader)

"the decision of all professors and staffs of night raven college falls in favor for miss (name) (last name) to enroll here - exempting them from the all-boys rule. she will be in charge of the ramshackle dorm during her stay here."

riddle does not understand how on earth were you able to stay in the school and always hold yourself with such grace, he couldn't explain why your presence seems to be similar to vil like you were oozing of calm vibes

you were the total opposites - he is more accustomed to fire while you specialize in water magic*. he lose his rationality quickly while he had never see you even falter during the time you two were classmates + he always abides by the rules while you do what ever you want 

"you are not allowed to sleep in class!" "it's not sleeping, i am just resting my eyes..." "you must not pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays." "riddle, i am not under the queen of hearts rules."

and riddle actually holds a one sided grudge against you for that + makes it his mission always to remind you of the rules, going on about mini rants to which you nodded to while reading your books

typically, riddle would've mention something about the rule of the queen of hearts but he was strangely quiet. you see him looking down at his notebook, lost in his world. and that surprised you because never you would've thought you would know this side of him. "no rule trivia for today?" "...huh?" "there is something on your mind, no? why don't we talk about that instead our usual trivias."

as time passed by, you and riddle gradually close friends to the point that heartslabyul treats you like their saving grace whenever riddle goes on a rampage, even more when you became second years

when the first overblot happened, it was the first time he saw your face, usually so calm, crumbled like dust when the blot manifested into a large phantom

"hahaha! the law in this world is me! not even you, (name), can stop me!" "i'm not letting you go so easily, riddle. rules are meant to protect your people, but you don't realize you are using them to suffocate them. you even hurt my dorm mates, enough of this!"

riddle was sure you wouldn't speak to him again because you weren't there the moment he woke up. he tried asking trey and cater if you were avoiding him, but they could not answer him. the next few days, he didn't even get to talk to you.

then he found himself admiring nrc at night time, breaking his own rules, maybe it's okay to let is slide for now. as he needs some time to think

absentmindedly wandering around the school grounds, letting the cool breeze feel his skin, riddle had his hand brushing through the thick bushes until they got pricked by a stray thorn "ah-" he hissed, holding up his pricked finger. it was just a tiny injury that's nothing to worry about. the injury was nothing compared to what he saw next "riddle? what are you doing this here at this hour?"

riddle spotted you sitting under the tree where silver usually takes his naps, surrounded by bunnies as they piled around your lap.

after days of not seeing each other, riddle thought he was going crazy because the last time he saw you, he knew pretty sure that your eyes and hair do not have that silver glow - it was like you were the moon itself

"is it my fault that your eyes and hair changed?" "oh, this is awkward... " you look at the bunnies trying to hide behind you, being scared of riddle's sudden appearance, contemplating about something before sighing in defeat. "i think i owe you an explanation. but first, can you keep a secret?" this confused riddle very much. what do you mean explanation? did something happen while he was out? before he could even think of it, you were already in front of him - your point and middle finger placed on his forehead. 'the moon has come out to play, now bid your worries away.' a comfortable feeling of cold wrapped around riddle's body, feeling the fatigue from his overblotting disappear, the weight on his shoulder being gone and his pricked finger healed. while riddle stared at you in shock, you finally reveal your true appearance and float around him like a curious child. "would you believe me if i told you i am the descendant of the moon goddess?"

... oh. OH !!

prepare for him because this little goldfish right here is most likely a fan of reading books about your kind + cue the sparkling eyes

and oh my god are those butterflies he can feel in his stomach? or maybe he is just hungry but he only feel that way around you though. oh well !!

** okay so i think reader will be compatible with water magic because the moon has this gravitaional pull right which cause the high tides and low tides... and riddle is fire!

·˚ ༘ leona kingscholar (3rd year transfer student)

"kingscholar, think of this as your punishment for the spelldrive incident. i would gladly take miss (name) for a tour but alas, there are countless of papers that needs my attention."

leona knew that there is something like a cloak of mysteriousness around you the moment you appeared in the college mid-year as a transfer student from rsa

just you don't interfere with his plans and he will also stay out of yours but it turns out he was assigned by the crow to take you around

"... wow, do i look like a punishment worthy chore?" you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment before turning to leona and he could swear he could see your eyes glowing for a moment when you stare at him. "i take it that the dorm leader of savannaclaw will be my tour guide?" "just don't lag behind." giving you a shrug before he started walking ahead of you. despite his short descriptions and tour around the school, leona is thankful that you didn't seem to be a nosy type of person, just a little on the calm and reserve type than most people he knew.

doesn't understand how people seems to look starstruck whenever you walk by them i mean you are attractive yes but not being able to move? that's different

it also turns out you share most of your classes! maybe crowley was really punishing him for the incident as he was stuck with you, being your babysitter.

but you almost look like his babysitter + quickly became one of the most tolerable people in the school and he doesn't mind having you around

"leona? let me bother you for a moment, can you help me with this problem?" "oh that?" the lion lifted his head and stared at the paper you were holding before waving his hand in dismissal. "remember the activity we did as partners? that's the one." "..." you squinted your eyes and leona could see them literally glow in purple light causing him to blink several times if he was seeing it right but it disappeared quickly. "oh i get it now, thanks." "do your eyes really glow like that?" "huh? i don't know what you are talking about."

you were not the nagging type - letting him hide and snooze off behind you during class and surprisingly, you were fun to spar with during practical exams + too smart for your own good

he had never seen any kind of fighting similar to yours like your fighting style is only yours to begin with - not only you excel in defending, you never seem to get tired despite being a speedy defender.

you and the savanaclaw dorm leader spent the whole afternoon sparring with each other and by the time you notice it, the sun was already setting. "aren't you tired yet, leona?" "you better tell me how you manage to keep up with me all this time." you did say to keep up with you the first time we met." you twirl your spear around you before stabbing it on the ground, leaning on it and grinned at leona. "i'm just keeping my promise."

now leona was pretty sure you are not a normal transfer student + especially after fighting with you in the island of woe and it was pretty interesting how you unexpectedly exposed yourself in front him and jamil.

the moment you, who was assigned to be in the front of the group due to you having the most capable defensive powers, entered the room on the current sector, leona and jamil look at your back in surprise. "(name)-senpai?" "what's up, jamil?" "... is that a normal thing for you?" the room was oozing with the presence of phantoms everywhere and there was no source of light - aside from your hair locks that are now shining like a billowing night sky of twinkling stardust, borne in a void of black and fading in an indigo moonset "oh that's normal, we can just use it as source of light. save your magic for now." "no wonder your magic feels different from everyone else - you are a moon goddess, right?"

leona is not blind, he just need a solid evidence to confirm his gut feeling. unique magic spells + signature spear + glowing eyes and your hair locks literally looking like that?

while fighting along side each other, leona could literally leave his back open because heknew and trust that you always have his back and vice versa

"leona-senpai, watch out-" before jamil could jump in between the incoming attack and leona, you pulled the second year by his hood deflected the attack with your spear so effortlessly. "it's fine, moon fairy here got our backs." you hear leona said proudly before landing a critical hit on the phantom. "aren't you glad you're stuck with us?"

everyone in school knows how two of you would make an unbeatable duo when it comes to strategies and games

and not going to lie, leona thinks so too! you are strong, smart and everything above + treats you life his closest friend and respects you a lot but you do things sometimes that are not really necessary

"are you done yet?" he couldn't help but ask, his tail thumping on the floor with annoyance while you tried braiding some parts of his hair.

you peek over his should and smiled, trying to show him the small braid that you did on the side. "yeah, it's fun braiding your hair!" after your identity being revealed, you let yourself relax more around him - when you express happiness, your hair starts glowing as it did before and small crescent like moon thingy start appearing around you

... leona find that cute + now he understand why people become starstruck when it comes to you

**you know how moonlight cookie's hair color looks like? yeah that's the one!

·˚ ༘ azul ashengrotto (2nd year ramshackle vice dorm leader)

"did you hear about the rumors? recently, students are saying that when you go to the botanical garden at night and stand under the moonlight - all your questions will be answered!"

the fact that rumors like that exists made azul irritated because it means he got competition. and having competition in the thing he do best is not fun.

so he and the twins went to investigate - how and where the rumors first started and who are most likely to be involved in the case

surprisingly enough, it all leads to a certain ramshackle vice dorm leader aka you + azul already knew you due to being the same year and his 'rival'

he considers you as his rival because you two always seem to fight for the top 2 and 3 spot every exam but for you... i think he would be hurt if you say that you like to aim for the top spot because it's fun 🤩

it was during lunch time and you were planning to eat with yuu, grim and the others when all of a sudden, someone blocked your way out by leaning on the door. "(last name) can i ask a bit of your time? i would like to ask you regarding an important matter." the ever so charismatic azul asked, his usual charming smile on as if he wants to do business with you. "oh, hi azul. what is it about?" "how delightful! do you happen to know the rumor about your unanswered questions will be answered as you stand under the moonlight?" "there is a rumor like that? under the moonlight? why the specifics?" one thing that azul observed about you is that your emotion reflects on your eyes. call it his gut feel but just one look and he already knew you were telling the truth "a pity... it seems like i am back to square one." "... maybe i can go help you out? i am not that busy these upcoming days."

and so azul's little group grew in numbers consisting of him, you, yuu, grim and the twins. oddly enough, it was actually fun to hang out with you

azul never got to interact with you that much before and only knew information about your through papers and from what he heard from people but being with you right now exceeds his expectations

"if headmaster crowley is similar to crow... do you think he likes to hoard shiny things?" you suddenly whispered it to azul one day in class, your mind clearly wandering and not paying attention to what professor trein is writing on the board. "what is with the random thought?" what is we leave a trail of shiny things and create a trap, that would be really funny."

you were an oddball. sometimes you will joke around with him and trying to make him laugh during class. there are also times where he couldn't explain the calming feeling he had whenever you are around + he could never even feel any other intentions from your actions as if you genuinely want to become his friend

it took him a while to notice how you always seem to stand out and become the embodiment of grace and elegance - a confident yet modest person who knows what you want

you always help him out in solving the rumor mystery but there is something that made you look suspicious → you always go back to your dorm before sunset

it's not that he wants to take up all your time but the way you stand firm of not being able to join them during night time and saying how dangerous it is made him suspect you of something

so he went alone wearing his ceremonial robes (the twins are taking over his duties for a while i know very unbelievable but imagine) to investigate the botanical garden and there he saw you run inside - a trail of silver light following you behind

and when azul went inside to stand in the spot, trying to think of what to wish until he hears a familiar voice ringing in the building

"say your wish out loud and the moon will light its way to you." "well, now this is marvelous. can i see one guiding my wish for me?" azul looked up, trying to call out for you, even looking around to see signs of you. there was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh and in an instance, you appeared before him, avoiding his look. "i thought i told you to let it go?"

after finding out you were his competitor - he didn't really feel annoyed at all! rather he was intrigued on how you were able to do it ...? you help the students find the answers on their own in their dreams?!

seeing your hair glow in silver light in the dark reminds him of himself as some octopus also glow in the dark just like him!

"azul, do you know that i really admire you?" "me? what is there to admire about me? i do nknow i have a remarkable potential but compared to y-" "no, seriously. you don't need to compare yourself to me. having to do all these business related work AND studying at the same time? you should appreciate yourself more."

... do you want to make him cry on the spot? hearing such words makes him happy but hearing it from you aka one of the people he really admire and yes he admits he admire you as a rival - his emotions are going haywire.

even if he is smart, it will take time for azul to realize that his admiration is just growing stronger and stronger each day and bloom into something else

[ohdeerfully]

Headcanons! Alastor with a plush demon reader :3 like readers sinner form is a plush! Because I love height differences and it sounds real cute

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hi 🃏🐱!! i wrote this more platonically, so it could be read either way, but i might write a more romantic flavored one too :3! sorry its rather short, i hope you enjoy it anyway!

edit: after rereading the request i realized u asked for headcanons but i wrote a whole oneshot im </3 *knocks on my head and it sounds hollow*

Alastor x Plushie!Reader

PLATONIC fluff TW: none! readers kind of a weirdo by accident

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It was no surprise that you became popular in hell very quickly after manifesting. You were often stopped in the streets by people wanting to squish your soft skin, and some people wanting selfies.

I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with a living stuffed animal? You were very likely the first of the kind.

There was one demon, however, that seemed immune to the charm. No matter how many times you stood on his lap, your giant squishy paws pressed onto his chest, looking at him with your shiny button eyes… he just would not yield. And it frustrated you to no end.

So, you had made it your life—or, death—goal to get him to squish your plushy skin. Even if you had to force him to.

It started with you merely sitting next to him at every opportunity, swinging your legs against the cushion of the couch. Your legs barely reached over the edge; you were quite short. Sitting next to Alastor felt like sitting next to a skyscraper. 

You would lay down, sit up again, roll onto your back, over and over again, trying to get his attention on you. He wouldn’t ignore you, per say, as he would respond to your conversations politely, albeit a bit condescending in his typical manner; but, his hands never left the comfort of being folded neatly in his lap.

It got to the point where you were practically laying yourself on top of him, getting desperate now. But, every time, he would simply grab you under the arms and easily set you a foot or so away from him. He would give you a quick pat on the head, but you wanted more than that. Every pat on the head felt like a cruel reminder that he wanted nothing to do with you.

Your frustration has even caused you to get upset with Niffty a few times. While on one hand it was awesome to know another demon that was of similar height, on the other hand it pissed you off at how easily she seemed to grab his attention. Though, she was also just overall more insane—it’d be hard for anybody to ignore her.

You had to admit, though, that the lack of his attention only made your intrigue in him grow exponentially. In a Hell where you were stopped on every corner of the road, in every store, Alastor stood out to you. How come, of all the demons out there, even some of the cruelest in the Pride Ring, the one demon you were actually interested in… could care less about you? Sure, the only reason you were interested in him was because of this very fact, but still! Why?

You had gotten fed up. Alastor was in the midst of, again, picking you up off of himself, when he paused holding you midair at the look of fury on your face. You saw his grin widen in a sinister manner, and his eyebrows quirk quizzically. 

“What a huge expression for a face so little,” He laughed shortly. You hated the way his laughter crackled with radio static, and how it practically mocked you.

“You. Are such. A jerk!” You cried, swinging your legs in an attempt to kick his chest. You missed by a longshot, as he held you out as far as his arms could stretch. He only continued to watch you, amused.

“Just pet me!” You cried. You immediately halted after saying that, arms frozen mid-flail. You realized instantly how weird that was to say, especially to Alastor. And he knew, too, evident in the way his eyes narrowed at you and he rushed to place you down on the floor. You struggled to maintain eye contact when he stood back up, his height being the actual physical manifestation of impending doom. His hands brushed down the sides of his coat.

“I believe it makes sense for you to be a stuffed animal,” He said matter-of-factly. “Because of how utterly childish you are.”

You couldn’t help but stomp your foot at his statement; and his grin stretched at being proved right. But, like, come on! Yeah, what you said was kind of weird as fuck, but you weren’t in the wrong or anything! It’s only natural.

His gaze shifted up and ahead of himself, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. Another failed attempt.

That was, until you felt a clawed finger touch against your head and briefly scratch at your velvety skin, right behind your ear. You looked up, shocked, towards Alastor’s unreadable expression. The touch was very brief, and he stood and walked away without another word, leaving you standing there awestruck.

You shook yourself and bounced after him, trying to call his attention again but he ignored you. You opted to just follow him around for a bit, at least until he made it obvious you should leave him alone. He had his hands folded behind his back, a tune humming in his mouth as he walked down the halls. Alastor would never admit it to you, but he did find you rather cute, in a similarly chaotic way to Niffty. You weren’t quite as unhinged, but you had an entertaining amount of spunk and confidence, which he found sort of funny—so much personality squished into one tiny body. You sort of reminded him of a stuffed animal he had when he was a boy.

[wufflesvetinari]

“Here’s a question for you,” Astarion says, fletching arrows by firelight. “Or rather, for your employer. Ilmater’s hung up on compassion. One might even call it his entire artistic medium.”

“Which part of that was the question?” Lash murmurs. 

She squats before a row of little corpses: a mouse, a vole, the remains of a rabbit. Each of them had been turned half to goo by the shadow curse, their bones glinting like stolen jewels.

Astarion reaches down to finger a lock of Lash’s thick hair. She’ll give up on trying to dispel Reithwin’s plague from the bodies soon enough, just as she has every night for a tenday. A quiet cuss will slip out beneath her breath, and then she’ll wander off to flay dried fish for dinner. 

Cooking seems to soothe her more than prayer ever did.

“The question is obvious, darling. Suffering is everywhere; the world rather spins on it. Is your god falling down on the job?”

With a sigh, Lash falls back onto her ass. She cranes her neck back to watch him: he’s perched on a tree stump behind her. “Feeling philosophical, are you?”

“Not like there’s anything else to occupy us in this wretched place.”

Every dark hour wasted here seems more miserable than the last. Astarion’s gone soft for sunlight; craves it in its absence like a safe place to sleep. 

Belatedly, he remembers himself. “Actually, I can think of one thing I’d rather be doing.”

He props an ankle on her shoulder, making a show of it: leaning back on his stump to stretch out the lines of his body. His skin is beautiful, he knows, in half-light. Ethereal.

He’s so tired of it. Of skin.

Lash gives a low chuckle, patting his boot. “Later, if you want.”

A sly grin settles around her tusks. As though the two of them know something, together, that’s hidden from the world. A pinch of annoyance takes him: it’s a rather one-sided secret, isn’t it, if the reason he beds her is to feel safe at night?

He drops his fletching, arrows rolling on black earth. “My question stands. Clearly, Ilmater helps only a very few. Why bother with a god who plays favorites?”

Lash’s brow pinches. She lifts his ankle from her shoulder—scoots around to face him and sets it in her lap. “You ask somebody in the Open Hand Temple, they’ll tell you that…since suffering and patience are sacred, things can’t change until they’re meant to. ‘S a balance.”

“How convenient for a lazy god. You believe that rot?”

“Not really.”

He gives her a sharp look.

She casts a wry glance at her row of little corpses. “He can’t save everyone. Doesn’t have the power for it. Has to…pick and choose, I guess, and send us out to work on the rest. You’re right it’s not fair.”

He looks down at her—warm gray skin; hair loosed from its tie—and feels that annoyed pinch grow into a pit at the base of his stomach. 

“Then why?” he scowls. “Why…give false hope to a horde of filthy faithful?”

Why spread the legend far enough that a spawn spends a decade praying, wishing, imagining the Crying God blowing open the kennel door? He’d heard the stories: Ilmater manifesting to lead prisoners home. 

A god who picks and chooses.

“Any good you could possibly do”—the word twists without his meaning it to, you like an accusation—“is a drop in the fucking ocean. Why humor such a helpless god?”

Lash shrugs. She runs a finger down the toe of his boot, shoulders curling inward. “Better than being helpless alone.”

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(i'm writing more still the river. have you listened to "boy with a coin" by iron & wine? have you listed to it.......a lot)

[softhairedhotch]

DUDEEEE HELLO??:!:!::&: PLEASE I LOVE YOU, YOUR WONDERFUL BRAIN N UR RESPONSES???!! like sometimes i think damn my thoughts r sooooo filthy i wonder if anyone would even feel the same like am i crazy :-///.... THEN UR REPLIES JUST FUELS ME EVEN MORE ARGHRHHHHH LIKE??? im so glad we have the same brain like damn... i love talking abt him hehe rly.. thank u for entertaining my thoughts n making it even more amazing <333 also i hope u are feeling better now!!! 🫂🫂 tbh i feel the same bc the idea of aaron has made me feel better so many times n it's years since i started liking him :-(((( fr i never ever regret starting this show n falling in love w him 😭😭😭

"imagine just sitting there with him fully inside you, tie in your mouth, head on his broad shoulder, one of his big warm hands occasionally rubbing up and down your back as you hear the other write away" ‼️‼️‼️ PLEASEEEE omfg he'd feel so good and he'd make you feel sooooo safe 😭😭😭 i need this so badly . being on his lap would literally make all the painful noisy thoughts in your head go silent because all you can think about and feel is him <3333 though i don't know how i'd be able actually to be quiet n not be reduced into a whimpering mess because GODDDDDD HE'S JUST SOOOO..... my god. if u do turn this into a fic i'd probably be reading it 9784953 times n manifesting it to appear in my dreams 🙏🙏

and OOOOOFFFFFFFFF cannot decide if i would want him to make a mess all over me and use his thick fingers to scoop it up and shove it into my mouth or have him cum deep in my throat ! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like man.... the idea of messy wet sex drives me insane like having him a panting sweaty mess 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ n downright filthy cum eating . like my thoughts abt it are ENDLESS n its literally a can of worms im afraid of opening-- AWOEKFJFKEKD thinking abt that episode when aaron jumps into a lake to chase an unsub n he comes out of the water all WET N THE WATER DRIPPING DOWN HIS SKIN??? I CANT REMEMBER WHAT EPISODE IT IS BUT I THINK U KNKW WHAT IM REFERRING TO???

omfggggg when he's ruthlessly riding you and jerking himself off, his chest would get soooo red and it'll feel soo nice to run your fingers down his body and literally worship every inch of him 😵‍💫 he'd look soooo pretty with little marks over his chest as you shower him with praises... thinking about praising aaron HEEEEHEHEH he'd get sooo shy n flustered the first few times but slowly he'd get used to it and literally bask in the attention n praises 😭😭

my god n i must say u rly perfected his voice n what he would say......i swear my love for aaron not only solidified my kink for suits but also... voice 😵‍💫😵‍💫🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ like it makes me think how he'd react the first time when he realised how much power he has over you just from his voice and words alone.... like first he'd be confused why your reaction sometimes gets a lil funny but then his expression darkens when finally he realises. but he likes building up material to tease you later on so he doesn't really point it out at first but just has an amused smile.

then imagine one night being on a phone call with him as he just talks about his day and that it's pretty late at night so his voice starts getting huskier bc he's tired.... and he's just rambling about something unrelated but you feel the heat crawling up your neck because he just sounds so good . you can't help but clench your thighs and swallow your saliva. then he asks you a question but you're SO distracted that you miss it and when you finally answer him, your voice shakes. he goes silent before breaking into a low laugh because he recognises that tone of voice and picks up your breathing. "oh my, baby... i don't even need to see your face to know what's up. here am i trying to tell you about my day... but you just can't help yourself, hm? ...pathetic."

YEAHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭

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AHHHHHHHHHH SDJFHSJDF THANK YOU hehehehehe n YEAH I GETCHA, I BE THINKING "oh GOD what if what i say is too weird???" n then you get back to me with basically the SAME THING AHHHHH i'm sooo happy we be thinking the same thoughts LMAO. and thank you sm <33

YESSSSS HE'D MAKE YOU FEEL SO SAFE FR <333 i wanna sit on his lap soooo so so much, god it'd be so good. i would love to write it as a fic tbh but i just have sooooo much to work on already UGHHH why is writing so hard and time-consumingggggg

REALLLLL I WANT BOTH !!! n oPEN THAT CAN OF WORMS RN CUM EATING IS SOOOOOOOO HOT I SWEAR DDSKFSK AHHHHH AND YES YES YE S I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SCENE YOU'RE REFERENCING

OUGHHH HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL FUCKKK

yessss he'd looook so pretty riding youuu <33 all red and sweaty and a whimpering panting mess oughhh i love it i love him sm n yessssss i wanna praise him sooo bad. like if you praised him he just WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO but then as he gets used to it, he loooooves it and craves it ough

hehe thank you!! N YEAH VOICE KINK AND SUIT KINK GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 🤭🤭 he'd get sooooo cocky knowing he has sm control over you oughhh and he'd be so proud of himself knowing he can get you to do almost anything with just his voice n pretty face

STOPPPP I'VE HAD THE EXACT SAME IDEA AND STARTED IT AS A FIC ONCE BUT NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT KSDFJK i loooooooove the idea of calling him on a case and he's just like. tired but tryna talk n his voice is sooooo deep and gravelly and it sounds so hot (bc sleepy/morning voices might be one of the best things in existence <33) and he notices you trailing off your sentences and stuttering a bit and going quiet and he just KNOWS what he's doing to you and he teases you relentlessly <33 he'd either get you all hot and bothered n then tell you that you gotta be patient and wait til he gets home orrrrrr he'll go "do you think you can show me how much of an effect i have on you, sweetheart?" and when you send him a pic he'd hum in appreciation and tell you how pretty/handsome you are and how he's gonna make you feel real good when he gets home but for now he's gonna talk you through making yourself feel good <33 maybe you can hear him letting out cute lil moans as he tells you how he wants you to touch yourself and your stomach drops when you realise he's getting off on it too and you ask him to send a pic of himself and he does and he looks sooooo good <33

also i gotta ask,,, how do you feel about daddy kinks LMAOOO bc i haven't thought about it much relating to aaron lately tbh but when i first got into him two years ago, all i could think was him saying stuff like "let daddy make you feel good, hm?" or "you wanna touch daddy?" n stuff like that,, are you into that?? i'm leaning more toward softer aaron n bottom aaron lately but godddd soft daddy dom aaron is soooooooo <333

[authorautism]

Always on my Mind

Summary: Bakugou x GN!Reader soulmate au where soulmates are able to share thoughts but are censored/restrained prior to their meeting. Reader has always spoken to their soulmate and with their shared goal of getting into UA they hope to meet and truly fall in love.

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Hints of injuries

"Mommy! Daddy! Look look look what I can do!"

a young child yelled eagerly running towards their parents in the kitchen only 4 years old today their quirk had finally manifested. In the palm of their left hand lay a single glass marble clear with a stripe of red raising their free hand they focus and slowly the marble lifts out of their hand. "Oh wow baby you have Gran's quirk we're so proud." Their mom says bending down to observe as the marble falls back into their palm.

"Yeah seems it skipped a generation that's so great honey," their dad adds setting down the support gear he was tinkering with. "Are you gonna be a hero like Gran and your mom?" He asks.

"Nope, I wanna be like you Daddy. I wanna make cool laser to help Mommy like you do." They proclaim happily. Mom turns a playful glare to dad who is quick to defend himself, "I don't make that many laser I promise." They all laugh as slowly time skips forward.

It had been only a year since then and everyday you made time to practice your quirk as much as your small body could handle learning from Gran how to use you telekinesis and the limits of it, unlike your Gran you could barely lift heavy things at all so that meant flying and levitating was off the table. But it was during one such time as you were making the tv remote fly that you heard thoughts in a voice that wasn't your own.

'this is so lame i didn't do anything wrong'

Eyes widening I run to find my Daddy and Gran in the living room Gran is watching her soaps half awake while Daddy is reading a magazine.

"I've gone crazy from using my quirk!!!" I cry tears welling in my eyes, "Hey woah sweetie what do you mean?" Daddy asks setting his magazine down on the coffee table and Gran jolts into focus turning down her shows volume.

'WHO THE HELL IS YELLING?'

"I hear a voice I'm crazy!" "Oh dear don't worry that's just your soulmate." Daddy explains patting my head a smile on his face from enjoying my torment. "Ha you two forget to tell them." Gran chortles turning up her soap now that she knows there's no danger present.

"Me and Mommy have been too busy to explain, but the voice you're hearing in your head is your soulmates. Or rather their thoughts." Daddy explains as he picks me up to sit in his lap, "So don't worry my dear because your soulmate is sorta like a best friend but more."

"Are you and Mommy soulmates?" I ask beginning to understand what Daddy was explaining. "Yes, in fact I just told her what happened and she's laughing" Daddy says having closed his eyes briefly as if willing the thought to Mommy. "Tell her its not nice to laugh at her own child!" "Ha ok I will sweetheart, why don't you go talk to your new soulmate?" Daddy says setting me down on my feet the whole time I was listening to the whispers of my soulmates thoughts to quiet to hear but present still.

"Ok." With that I return to my room and sit down at my desk where i had been practicing my quirk.

'Um, Hi my Daddy said you're my soulmate my names ---'

'huh? whatever you said i couldn't hear. whatever my mom said the same this is annoying.'

'I don't think this is annoying actually I'm excited! Its like having an imaginary friend that's all my own but you're real and just far away y'know!'

'i guess but i don't even know your name or nothing. plus what if you're some weirdo huh?'

'Well I could say the very same for you! Plus it's already too late I claim you as my friend and you cant change that so haha ha!'

'ha well fine then don't be annoying i'm gonna be an awesome hero some day so you can't get in my way'

'Well then I'll make all your gear like my Daddy does for my mom so you have to hang out with me!'

'fine, but only because i want friends that aren't weak losers like deku.'

With that promise me and my soulmate Soul as I had nicknamed him talked all the time, I learned about Deku or rather Izuku his childhood friend that was quirkless and scolded him for being such a meanie to Zuzu. Often forcing him to convey my words to Zuzu so that I could be friends with him too. He sometimes did the same especially when it came to the rowdy boys in my class, even though I can handle them myself! But slowly the years passed, both of us training our quirks and sharing small moments of our thoughts. We both learned how to block out one another when need be such as on tests where we wanted to focus.

"Try and keep up Deku." Katsuki shouts leading the shorter male towards the playground. Katsuki using the play structure to dull the sounds of his small explosions as he practices his quirk. Truthfully the only reason he brought the boy was at his soulmates request.

'You really gotta stop pretending you bring Zuzu along just for me Soul, we both know you like how he praises you for your quirk control.'

'whatever.'

"Ah sorry Kacchan, I was distracted." Izuku said sprinting to catch up quickly. "Oh I almost forgot to say hi to your soulmate."

"Whatever they say hi back, ugh Zuzu. Such a stupid nickname." Katsuki groans lighting his palms with tiny explosions. "Hurry up I need to practice before it gets dark and our mom's come looking for us."

"Right, sorry Kacchan, oh Gear you said you were practicing too today?" Izuku asks. He often made conversation through Katsuki rather to said boy which was often considered strange to others. As it's very uncommon for the bond to be used this way before soulmates meet.

'Yeah, I took apart Mom's straightener and Dad had to fix it haha.'

"Of course they did Deku neither of us are slackers after all, why are you asking such dumb questions?"

"Sorry I just, I have another question for you Gear." Izuku stops walking causing Katsuki to pauses too annoyed with the stopping.

Tears gather in the shorter males eyes, "D-do you think, that even though I'm quirkless I can be a hero?" He asks the tears now slowly falling as Katsuki's eyes widen.

'Soul don't say that you know you both have the same dream. So say exactly what I'm saying or gonna be super duper mad at you!'

"Deku- I mean Zuzu what they want to say to you is that the believe in you. Maybe not all quirkless people can become heros, I mean they have a quirk and they're not gonna be a hero but even still they think you can be a hero. I mean not as good as a one as me but whatever." Izuku smiles hugging Kacchan who begrudgingly lets it happen only because he knows its what his soulmate would want. And maybe he kinda sorta does wanna make them happy deep down even if he has to deal with crybaby Deku.

'Finally free!' I laugh along to my thoughts leaving the school for a final time. 'It all really flew by huh?'

'yeah next is ua for us' Soul every cocky replies remarking that he sees Deku leaving at the same time. 'Oh, I wanna say bye to Zuzu come one Soul.' He huffs but as always obliges me fake begrudgingly.

"Oh hey Kacchan. Did your soulmate wanna talk to me?" Izuku asks ever clever it's why I had forced Soul to let me be friend him, and like usual the name he calls Soul is blocked out.

"Of course they do, dunno why they always wanna talk to a useless nerd like you." Soul says 'hey be nice to Zuz!' I scold him making him grumble.

"Whatever, they just wanted to say bye and, ugh really? FINE, and Goodluck." Katsuki grumbles the last bit with an angry expression. "Ah I forgot they're also applying to U.a. with us-" "Not with US with me damn nerd." Katsuki cuts off Izuku with a glare. "But whatever you-- what fine I won't say the TRUTH. Anyways we gotta go bye nerd." With that Katsuki leaves Izuku waving over his shoulder.

'gonna take the shortcut, need to start my summer training quickly.'

'Yeah yeah, always busy Soul but be careful remember what your mom said about villains in the area.'

'i'd blow up and damn villain before it even touched me just wait!'

So Katsuki walked home taking the shifty alleyway just as he said unaware of the slime villain that hide from his sight only to strike now.

'FUCK'

'Soul? What's happening?!' Worry brewed in your chest sure it wasn't unusual for Soul to swear but, but not like this.

'GET THIS SHIT OFF ME! I-I CAN'T BREATHE!' With that I'm cut off from Soul. Blood thunders in my veins I can't hear Gran's soaps or Dad's tinkering I can't hear anything but my own thundering heart, I'm frozen in place fear coiling around me.

'I CAN'T LOSE HIM'

Even as my thoughts turn frantic there's nothing I can do helplessly waiting for anything. After way too long for comfort I get something from Soul 'I CAN'T BELIEVE--' its anger not at me but yet still it fills me with relief 'I was so worried!' But just as quickly I'm cut off though this time its different intentional this continues for days, slowly into months only getting glimpses of his thoughts when his barrier slips slightly. I always offer kind words of what I hope is comfort whenever I can.

Till finally it's the day of the entrance exams or rather the recommendation entrance exams, my Dad having given me one as a well know support item making and an alumni of U.A. I felt out of place around these would be heroes and rich kids but soon it's my turn to shine. I had brought in several small items to showcase my quirk and my own skills. A hair dryer and invention I was working on and the heaviest thing I could find that I could lift with my quirk.

"Ah, you have telekinesis like your grandmother on your mother's side, yet you're following in your dad's footsteps?" The Principle asks with a grin. "Correct sir, thought its the same as my Grans" I say slowly lifting the heaviest item and trying to not let the strain show on my face, "I am able to apply it to support items better." Now I raise the hair dryer into the air focusing on each individual part as slowly its separated into all of its small components hanging in mid air.

"Impressive don't you think Aizawa?" The Principle asks the man in a bright yellow sleeping bag. "So your quirk is more suited towards detail work?" Aizawa asks intrigue in his tired gaze.

'I've got them hook line and sinker now.' Despite the silence I try and involve Soul.

"Yes I can take a part any item so long as I can lift it with my telekinesis and just as quickly--" I snap my fingers and the hair dryer reassembles instantly, "I can reassemble it too." I finish a grin on my face. "As expected from your mother and father, you can expect your letter in the mail soon good job." With that the Principle dismisses me others seem shocked and intrigued as I can't help but grin taking my props with me.

'I did it Soul so you can't fail either!'

'you know i won't idiot.' Eyes widening at his response and I smile wide.

'Good to finally hear from you, I missed you y'know...'

'even though you're annoying i guess i missed you too. i just had a lot of shit to deal with but im back now for good so don't worry yeah.'

'Ok I trust you Soul so know you can trust me too with anything on your mind!'

'yeah yeah i know just don't mention it ok i'll tell you later.'

Walking home with glee I tell my Mom, Dad and Gran the news that I'm probably in already. Being congratulated and warned to not jinx it I slowly unwind getting ready for bed.

Laying look at the ceiling anxiously today was the day well more the morning of our first day. So anxious was practically an understatement I would maybe meet Soul today and yet here I lay frozen in bed.

'are you really that nervous?'

'Yes, I know we've both been working towards this for so so long but, I just...'

'get up. get ready and we won't plan it if we meet by chance today then we meet if we don't that's fine. so stop stressing gearhead our you'll be late.'

Smiling and feeling more confident I get ready for the day. I get well wishes from my family and a knowing look from my mom who leaves with me. We now take the same train to get to work and school.

"Are you excited?" She asks as we walk to the train station.

"Sorta school I know but this is new Soul said we can let our meeting be organic and we don't have to meet today." I explain.

"That's good me and your dad did that actually he was so nervous that it made my hands shake." My mom laughs smiling and no doubt receiving a scolding from my dad in her mind. "But it was good I scared him when I saw him."

"How did you know it was him?"

"Well dear I just knew it was something I knew like breathing and then I clung to him for a whole day straight." My mom finishes with a laugh a smile on her face as we approach the train station.

"Wow a whole day? You really are clingy Mom." I laugh.

"So you'll do fine kid alright."

With that me and my mom parted ways into different train cars so I could face my first day. The ride was uneventful making it to class about fifteen minutes early. I change into my school shoes and look for my class, passing by a rather loud classroom labeled 1-A, none the wiser of what lay inside. Assemblies and meeting classmates and teachers await me this Mei girl seems to be at my level as we chat with one another. Days continue on like that almost in a trance me and Soul still speak to one another in fleeting exchanges but I can tell there's something missing.

'i have a fieldtrip today.'

'Ooh, are you excited Soul? I haven't gone to one with UA yet so you'll have to tell me how it goes.'

'sure, sure. its just a boring search and rescue thing.'

'Still it sounds so exciting I just have normal classes then lab time today.'

'how's the invention coming along?'

'Good! I'm excited to begin testing today actually.'

'hopefully you don't blow it up again idiot.'

'HEY, that wasn't even my fault I shouldn't have let Mei tinker with my baby after all!'

'pfft whatever, i gotta head to class so we can go on this fieldtrip now. maybe i'll see you today...'

'Ha, maybe yeah.'

With that I start another day. Until we're being evacuated from campus due to a nearby villain attack at the place Soul just said he was going. Fear and panic fill my chest was something going to happen to him? Was he going to get hurt or even die before I even got the chance to meet him? Tears well in my eyes but I feel paralyzed stand in the classroom as people start getting their things and clearing out.

"Hey, are you with me now?" Mei asks shaking my shoulder.

"M-my soulmate's in that class..."

"Hey, its going to be ok Almight's on his way over and there was already two proheros there." She tries to reassure me as we both grab my things and leave the school. Mei takes me to a cafe hoping to calm me down a little.

"Pass me your phone I'm gonna text your parents ok?" Wordlessly I hand it over.

'hey, soulmate or whatever don't freak out ok... no matter what I'm going to fight to meet you ok? so just you fucking wait for me!'

[loth-creatures]

Knowing how much Ahsoka struggled to be Sabine's master --- would she get advice from Kanan when she visits Lothal? Most likely giant wolf to giant wolf??

Wellll see I kinda ditched the entire Jedi!Sabine narrative. Listen if they HAD to go that direction, I believe they could have done it well but they really did not (to put it generously), and while I've considered trying to do it better myself, at the end of the day I wish they just hadn't done that at all.

Tldr: Ahsoka and Kanan probably will have a giant wolf to giant wolf conversation but idk if it'll be about looking out for Sabine or searching for Ezra or what

So this is my tentative and unrefined interpretation of Ahsoka and Sabine's relationship for SWW Ahsoka, aka roughly how I imagined it would be like before that damn show ever came out (sorry in advance this spiraled all over the place. I meant to elaborate a little bit and then I couldn't stop. I tried to keep it concise but. There's a lot to unpack that I didn't expect to have to unpack in order to get to the point lol)

First and foremost Sabine isn't fucking Force-sensitive. Ahsoka teaches her a lot about the Jedi, and continues her lightsaber training, and I think Jedi teachings and excercises can have a lot of value to ordinary people! But she's not trying to be a Jedi. Ahsoka does feel mentorly instincts towards Sabine, partly bc she knows what she's going through as a very young veteren and genocide survivor. Partly bc she does feel the need to pass her knowledge on to someone. Partly bc deep down Ahsoka is pretty damn lonely too, and Sabine is very family-shaped. And also because wolfwalkers stick together.

They call her Ahsoka's 'practice padawan' as a joke. Huyang is like. You really ought to find a Padawan one of these days. And Ahsoka's like. Why would I need a Padawan I have Sabine. And Huyang is like. Listen I'm very happy to have Sabine with us but you ought to get a real Padawan.

But how could Ahsoka ever take on a student while she's still wrangling with whether or not she wants to be a Jedi? Which, they never actually show her making a decision on that. Or rather there's really no transition between "I am no Jedi" and whatever she's got going on in the show which. Long story short, I hated it. Ass writing. In my personal opinion.

I think I’m just gonna lean into the idea that she feels like she can't truly be a Jedi whether she wants to or not bc she was trained to be a soldier instead, combined with the fear of Anakin's darkness manifesting in herself, distrust of his training, etc. Up until the point where she decides to put Anakin behind her for good and trust in her own experiences, during her WBW adventure (which goes way differently in my head but I will elaborate on that later. Maybe.) But for the purposes of this au, she doesn't even commit to being a Jedi again until dying for the 3rd(?) time and honestly maybe she still doesn't. Maybe it takes all the way to wet puppy Shin dropping in her lap that she sees her path as a Jedi path. Idk.

Ahsoka's arc is not an aspect of the story I expected to address in depth myself so idk how much I'm gonna get into it within the comic itself. It's hard to go over every issue bc lothwolfwalkers is just an anthology series adapting small chunks of the timeline that I find work well with the wolfwalking, and I'm trying not to make more work for myself than I have to, bc I already have plenty. Rewrite is maybe a strong word, when I'm just cherry picking what I liked from the ahsoka show and adjusting what I didn't like in a way that keeps the overall plot intact for simplicity sake. I will eventually write an official detailed ahsoka-from-my-head post, but the comics will just be little scenes based on that.

Anyway,

Regarding Sabine and Ahsoka's falling out. It doesn’t happen. In fact I think Ahsoka will take Sabine under her wing after the fall of Mandalore and they just immediately start looking for Ezra in the unknown regions, bc Sabine is like hey I have nothing left here can we go look for my brother now. They don't find anything. Eventually Ahsoka gets wrapped up in other business and Sabine ends up back on Lothal depressed as fuck (despite Kanan, Hera, and Zeb's best efforts to be there for her, infinitely more than what is depicted in the show) until Ahsoka finds the map and shows up for round 2. Or smth like that.

Side note: I am going to declare the Wrens MIA not dead. Because I hate hate hate that they were unceremoniously killed off screen and wasted the way they were. I guess I could just unkill them completely but well I am a sucker for that angst and something about the devastation of that reveal seared it so deep in my head that I can't imagine the story without it now (thanks for that Dave. Fuck you Dave.) So uh, they're trapped on Mandalore with those other survivors from Mando S3. After Sabine's already left for Peridea they manage to finally get off Mandalore due to S3 events and track down Hera and are like WHERE IS SABINE. Cue Clan Wren Ghost Crew team up to get their fucking kids back. Though everyone will probably make it back on their own before they figure out a way to hop galaxies.

[chairteeth]

So hey did you know Touka shows affection like cats do

I'm gonna give my two cents on this basing myself off of canon and educated assumptions/guesses. For brainrot and logical reasons I will be using Nemu as the example human to Touka's example cat (the logical reason is that, simply put, they canonically spend the most time together, literally no one else spends nearly as much time with Touka. I would go as far as to argue that Touka spends more time with Nemu than with her family). This is actually semi-serious, believe it or not, I have arguments. They are as follows:

First off, a cat choosing to be around you a lot is already a sign that they enjoy your company, otherwise they would leave. Touka tends to be in a hurry to leave places like school, but is comfortable in the observatory, Fendt Hope, and later the yuri bunker (for those unfamiliar with Arc 2, Touka has an underground bunker lab thingy connected to a house and that's where she and Nemu spend probably 85% of their time). In fact, especially the yuri bunker, she seems calmest there. A cat choosing to linger in the same room as you means they value and seek your companionship.

Then, bunting! This is a really cute one, I mostly know this as that thing when a cat headbutts you with their forehead or rubs their head on you, but some friends have told me they also count it as bunting when their cats rub their cheeks against them? Anyway for the bunting I point at that one scene in the anime (you know the one, which in context is entirely definitely a purposeful gesture from Touka that is meant to convey comfort/reassurance). That scene also counts for the eyes! Cats' eyes are proportionally huge and also very vulnerable, so allowing anything, even someone's face, near them, is also a sign of trust and love (I am unsure if Touka does the slow blinking or if that has a human equivalent). In case you don't know which scene I mean (I don't shut up about it though so I don't know how likely that is):

Next, playing! Cats often play out of pure enjoyment (hunt/prey drive aside), and their preferred playmates are typically trusted companions. This manifests in Touka in the form of human playfulness, she doesn't really do the whole friendly back and forth thing with anyone or, well, act in any sort of joking or goofy way, unless she really likes the person. The most obvious example is Well again Nemu, their typical old married couple bickering.

Next up is gifts/hunting, yk when cats bring you a dead mouse or bird as a gift? That's because they love you. They are hunting for you. Touka's equivalent of this is acts of service that she doesn't apply her ego to, such as the website in Nemu's case, and I am assuming that Touka is a gifter but also will not give Nemu specifically "formal" gifts or make a big deal about them and mostly choose non special occasions to give said gifts. The gifts part is I think the only actual assumption I'm making here? The rest is just me putting canon things in the context of Cat.

And lastly off the top of my head, sleeping. Cats sleep A LOT as any cat owner will probably tell you, and they are the most vulnerable while sleeping, so the place a cat chooses to have a cat nap or fall asleep has to be a safe and trusted location. There is no greater compliment than a cat picking your lap or even your chest as their favorite sleep spot! And guess what. Christmas TouNemu night quote, Touka falls asleep next to Nemu. I am going to assume she falls asleep on her shoulder and that they're sitting down or alternatively they're lying down somewhere, because otherwise I have no idea how Touka fell asleep in the first place. The way she relaxes in Nemu's presence is extremely sweet, especially if you've read my essays about these two.

Anyway so my point is. Nemu's wife is very catlike. This has been your improvised ramble of the month.

[drgstrcowboi]

dating Dallas Winston head canons: wholesome edition

in my head, Dallas is a classic scorpio man who plays tough but is actually a big softy when you get close to him

obviously, he's very protective and everyone knows that

but sometimes that manifests in unexpected ways like wanting you to call when you get home safe or reminding you to eat/sleep/take care of yourself

sometimes his protective side feels a touch bit controlling or overbearing, but he does it because he's terrified of something bad happening to you

he's incredibly touchy/physically affectionate in private, but not so much in public

unless someone else flirts/shows interest in you and then he has to make it clear you're with him by wrapping an arm around you

he was super private and even a little standoffish at first

but once he opened up to you, it was over. he would share anything and everything about his life and how he feels from that moment forward

underneath his tough exterior, he's actually really sensitive

he learns to recognize small changes in your mannerisms/behaviors when you're mad/sad/upset

"Why are you picking at your fingernails like that, Doll? Is something the matter?"

he also has a creative side, which most people don't know

he draws little doodles/sketches, which he loves to show you

"What do you think of this one, Doll? I think I'm getting the hang of drawing skulls!"

so you buy him a sketchbook or little notebook to draw in, which he fills with random doodles of things that remind him of you

even though he shows you a side of himself he'd never let others see, Dallas still has his faults

he holds grudges sometimes, usually over small things that don't seem important to you

his mood can change seemingly at the drop of a hat because he's always got so much on his mind

"Dally, why are you mad all of a sudden?"

"I was just thinking about that prick, Shepherd."

"Well stop it, we're about to have dinner."

when something's bothering him about your relationship or about your behavior, he's very direct about it. sometimes too direct.

"You know, Doll, it really pisses me off that you used the last of my favorite soap! That stuff's expensive, don't waste it!"

"Geez, Dal, I was just taking a shower. I'm sorry."

"Well, bring your own soap over here since you stay the night so much."

once you start sleeping over, he clears out a drawer for you in his dresser. he wants you to keep some essentials at his place so you don't have to leave so often

maybe he even goes out of his way to get tampons/period supplies or a bottle of your shampoo for you to keep at his place

he wants you to feel comfortable there, so he tries to find out what makes you feel most at home

of course you feel most at home wherever he is

but one big way that Dallas shows his love is by learning what makes you tick, even the smallest things you might not even notice about yourself

everything from how you like to be held, how you like your hair played with, what makes you feel safe, to how many times you snooze the alarm clock in the morning or which pillow is your favorite

and you do the same for him. he recognizes the effort and clearly appreciates it even if he doesn't say it

like how he loves having his head scratched when he's laying in your lap and how you scratching his back helps him fall asleep

Dallas has insomnia and doesn't fall asleep easy so he shows he appreciates it by telling you how rested he feels in the morning

he's not one for grand romantic gestures, but he'll go the extra mile if he thinks you want him to

he's really good at reading people, especially you, so he always picks up on when you want him to be more romantic or put more effort into things like dates

at the end of the day though, it's all the small things about him and all the small things he does that make you fall head over heels

[colloquialcolors]

okay, having finished horizon forbidden west today (yayyy), a word vomit of post-completion i itial response/thoughts written in a tinely manner bc i Do need to commute to work in about. uh. 6 and a half hours.

- what do you MEAN. The zeniths brought a DIFFERENT EXISTENTIAL THREAT EVIL AI BACK WITH THE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THESE MOTHERFUCKERS BROUGHT BACK A MANIFESTATION OF THEIR OWN HUBRIS AND FLAWS AND ITS GOING TO. FUCKING. KILL THE EARTH. AND NOW THEYRE DEAD AND I HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.

- FOR FUCKS SAKE.

- I JUST. SAVED THE WORLD. CAN YOU ASSHOLES STOP DOOMING IT FOR LIKE. FIFTEEN MINUTES.

- I am very pleased that this time they reset to AFTER the final mission so I can actually feel like Aloy gets some kind of a break after saving the world. again. Like the world is still ending but i can let her take a lap on a sunwing or have her eat some food or something without IMMEDIATE WORLD EXTINCTION hanging over her head.

- It was a little sad to have the base be so emoty tho :( void of everyone except Beta (yay) and Sylens (auUuuughhhhHHHHH)

- OKAY. backtracking.

- Really, genuinely, truly, LOVE how they did Aloy's character arc and development for this game. It was a very intentional choice and I think they pulled it off REALLY admirably.

- It is a very specific, extremely well supported, completely reasonable character trait to have Aloy not know how to ask for help or operate with help, and be independent to a fault. It was very intentional to have her unlearning that as the core emotional arc for the game and it did it. So well.

- Starting the game with Aloy lying to her friends, leaving a celebration early, and going off to start saving the world again, solo, was SUCH beautiful and crisp characterization and sets the bar so wonderfully. Erend and Varl pissed at her for it but still helping, resigned to the behaviour and still steadily working at it. Augahguagahh. friendship. my bread and butter.

- And Aloy growing out of it was NOT a one and done over. It was a growth, over the course of the game- it was a matter of repeated lessons, of various scenarios and people proving themselves, and intentional efforts and missteps. And it means in the last mission, when Aloy is delegating tasks and checking in with people and thanking them for coming- but not trying to turn them away- the difference is so fucking felt. Its core deep, and about someone who understands, fundamentally, how important relying on others and having others is.

- And its just- im not super pleased about all the details of HOW they did it. But I underatand why they killed Varl, from a storytelling standpoint, and I just. The person who was so dogged about getting her to accept help, who Aloy was so clearly pushing away in part because she was worried about getting him hurt or killed. His connections to Zo and everyone else are what starts the base. He is why Aloy can grow that way. And he dies before he sees the full fruition of it. He falls to exactly what Aloy was so scared of- dead as a casualty of a mission she felt was hers.

- But it is because of what he'd done up until that point, that Aloy does not shatter from the loss. Its BECAUSE of what he'd done that his loss does not set her back in connecting and caring about people and accepting help. Letting them risk themselves!!! His work is what secures her ability to survive when he is lost to exactly what she was scared of!! fuck!!!!!

- Shes going around after his death and- shes asking other people how other people are doing, which is so funny to me. queen of emotions. but shes doing it! His absence is his presence and his presence defines the nature of his absence and. the outline love leaves when it goes or w/e. im . auaghgha. varl ilu.

- This isnt even getting into the Beta scenario which like- god. god. Aloy you're kind of awful and I love you. you are ill adjusted and well intentioned and deeply hard on yourself and then you meet. yourself. except not and THATS how you learn to be kinder to yourself. and others. delicious! fucked up! beautiful. Aloy is yelling at Beta about why arent you better and wow the layers. again. wonderfully done.

- So. given all that. you'd think they would have been able to write Zo's reaction to Varl better than that, huh.

- Like damn how did you guys fuck that up right next to the great main plot.

- ugahjhh.

- I really. loved. the way the base grew and changed over the course of the game. The steady creeping of the plants. Items moving in. The way things were added to Aloy's room even though she was never sleeping in it. (The image of people creeping in and adding stuff so that the scant moments when Aloy is there she could enjoy things..... aaaa).

- Kotallo!! What a lovely character. He definitely grew on me. I appreciated the way he had the arm at the end but didnt really opt to keeo it on permanently. In general- idk. I liked the dynamic he and Aloy had at the end. 👌

- Alva. Sweetheart. mixed feelings as a character but I think I understand her archetype so she was. fine. In general the quen really just had me >:|

- fucking. techbro asses. fucking tech bro c e o fucking hero worship fucking dumbasses ugHHhhhhh.

- LOVED the designs of the clans otherwise though- Plainsong? Fucking stunning. The different Tenakth areas incorporating the local terrain!

- The museum in the Tenakth area, and how it fed into the specifics of their founding beliefs and culture? Fucking. Loved it. Bits piecemeal that get focused on and turned into a world and founding belief... dont have words for it rn but really good.

- Talanah spending her whole sidequest being like. Oh God. My Man :( was kind of. eh. but listen shes a girlboss who fixed the Hunters Lounge so she can do whatever she wants. including being really concerned over her manz for her whole plot. u get ur guy. i support you.

- Petra im glad youre doing well im SO sorry i couldnt flirt with you more actively.

- Erend is lovely once its clear he is no longer trying to hit on Aloy. the two of them mourning varl makes me. im fine. its fine or w/e. goddammit.

- Three cheers for various Quality Of Life changes. I am So Glad i never had to inventory manage in this game!!! incredible!!!! pulse your focus!!! wow!!!!!

- LAS VEGAS AREA MY BELOVED. BRIGHT LIGHTS AND SPECTACLE THAT ARE ZERO SUBSTANCE. MONUMENT TO BOTH FLASHY SPECTACLE WITH NO VALUE AS WELL AS INHERENT HUMAN LOVE FOR SHOWMANSHIP AND ADVENTURE AND SHARING EXPERIENCES.

- God I just . Underwater las vegas area. The moment when the water drains and all the lights are on around you and its so meaningless but also like- hey humans did all that! all these stupid advertisments and meaningless announcements about deals long gone and its doesnt mean anything anymore. But it matters that people made it. And its still. Beautiful.

- also tideripper :)

- aaauhh. also. Hodgins from Bones as the inventor guy. 👌

- New machine designs in this game? fucked severely. Slaughterspines? big bat? solar panel ptearodactly? LOCH NESS MONSTER?

- That said the AOE and rolling/stagger in this game is a BITCH.

- Rich People Be Fucking Shit Up as a theme is so funny. and devastating. they do be doing that. haha. :|

- Watching the last hour and Tilda was into Elisabet and Alva had a GF in the Quen and *gestures ay Aloy* and its just so funny like. damn aloy you got so many gays here in your base huh. good on you.

- the. the end. where the new risk is there. and she doesnt tell them. and you go. ah fuck. but then. in the cutscene, immediately after- its clear she does. and she talks about hope. and relying on others and its like. AughhHHhHHHH. growth. she does not tell them when they are celebrating. but she DOES tell them. she takes the moment to breathe. and she tells them. and she works with them. and shes going to work with them. Love It When A Character Develops.

👌

- ah fuck i need to sleep.

- Fun mechanics. Beautiful extension of the game. High highs for writing as well as low lows.

- Someone let Aloy take a fucking NAP, jesus christ.

[crystallizedday]

Quest – Rekindled (Part 1 of 5)

Level 31 – Easy

How did he end up like this?

Demongo rested atop one of these many KND-branded crates, letting his legs swing aimlessly as he surveyed the rest of the Huntor’s Crest campsite. For weeks, the only company he had were the various monkey minions that decided to make this area their little shelter, a sanctuary safe from the prying eyes of those DexLabs dolts. At the time, Demongo felt genuine relief to be in the company of those who saw him as a “fellow villain” rather than someone to apprehend or destroy.

Ugh…

He should have figured this place would be discovered eventually and by that accursed samurai as well.

As much as he appreciated not having his head immediately chopped off his shoulders, Demongo still felt disheartened to form such an uneasy alliance with these so-called “heroes.” Before he knew it, several SACT agents had made themselves comfortable at the campsite, setting up shops for any young soldiers in need of supplies. Of course, this attracted plenty of those irritating teenage nuisances, and now Demongo had to deal with them on the daily.

The demon was almost disappointed the samurai did not end him when he had the chance, because he could not stand having these children constantly come to him for something to do or to act as mindless messengers for Jack.

To see literal children gaze upon his weakened state with amusement or pity made Demongo so unbelievably enraged, even if he could not express it without raising concern from his “peers.” Sure, he still adorned his flowing cape, and he had just enough power to manifest the skulls that decorated his body. Even so, it was obvious something was wrong with how his usual burning blue flame had almost completely died out. Only a small tint of blue could be seen from the wave of smoke emitting from his head.

He felt colder

Weaker

Vulnerable

And he hated it.

Hopefully, it would not be long until his doppelgänger is finally caught and destroyed. He could not wait to regain his powers, retreat from this place, and never have to deal with these insufferable meat bags ever again. He relished the thought of soaring the skies again, finally free of this humiliation and torture.

He just needed to wait a little longer, surely…

He flinched as he heard footsteps coming his way, almost falling off the crate below him. He turned, relaxing as soon as he saw where those footsteps came from.

It was one of the soldiers… sort of.

This one was certainly no squabbling brat like the others. He was much older, and rather burly too. Faint scars adored his face, yet his expression remained patient and relaxed. In his arms were two pairs of large insect wings, the chitin festering with fusion matter.

The human let out a quiet chuckle. “And I thought the mosquitos from the Wilds were bad enough. It’s a miracle these things haven’t caused you guys any problems so far.”

Demongo was silent, not expecting this mere soldier to start such a casual conversation with him. He readjusted himself, crossing his legs and resting his hands in his lap. “Well, from my observations, these monsters are more territorial than anything. As long as we do not directly disturb them, they will have no reason to attack this camp.”

The human looked intrigued by that fact. “Huh. You know, that actually explains a lot. What else do you know about these things?”

Demongo smirked, amused by that question. “Oh, now where is the fun in telling you everything? It is much more satisfying seeing you humans learn how formidable these beasts are the hard way.” He snickered to himself.

The human did not seem to care about that remark. “Naw, I don’t wanna know that stuff for combat reasons.” He set the wings aside, letting them rest on top of one of the other crates. “I just like learning neat facts.”

Demongo rested his chin against the back of his hand. “Sure, you do…”

The human brushed any excess fusion matter off his arm sleeves. “It’s a good thing these suits protect against this stuff. I’ve seen what this ooze can do to a person. It is not pretty.” He crossed his arms. “By the way, how are you going to use those wings to fly? I’m not sure if handling that stuff is all that safe.”

Demongo pouted. “I’m insulted you think a being like me would be affected by this material. As a creature of fire, no toxins can harm me. Besides, fusion matter itself has unique properties I can harness. I am sure you have seen how large objects coated in this substance tend to float or sway in the air.”

“Huh,” the human uttered. “I always thought that was just… magic or something.”

“HAH!!” The demon shook his head. “I know magic when I see it. What you see in those infected zones is not magic. This substance is alien, unbound by any laws or science that dictate the properties of everything on this planet. It is no wonder that one so-called genius of a child sought my assistance in researching this material. Such a narrow-minded fool.”

The human thought to himself for a moment, lightly tapping his chin. His expression quickly lit up. “Ah! Is that why nanos float too?”

Demongo lightly clapped, his sarcastic demeanor still very much apparent. “Very good, human! You can make basic logical inferences! How impressive!”

The human was completely unfazed by the demon’s attempts to belittle him. “Huh. That’s pretty neat! That definitely explains why those skull bashers right next door from here can just nonchalantly float like they do. I always wondered how that worked. I’m guessing it’s the same for these wings?” He gestured to the insect wings he had placed down earlier.

To say Demongo was baffled to see such a blatant insult not even bother this human in the slightest would be an understatement. He had to ask. “How are you unbothered?! It is genuinely off-putting.”

The human just shrugged. “Eh. I’ve worked with a lot of villains during this whole invasion. Insults are kind of just how a lot of them communicate, probably because they can’t stomach being forced to work with others. I get it. Besides, as long as they’re not planning on hurting anyone, they all deserve some help now and again, like you.”

Demongo was at a loss for words. He could not understand why a human would go out of their way to help some of the most infamous criminals in the entire continent.

The human smirked, his tone shifting to match the demon’s snarky behavior from earlier. “Thought I was helping you just for the money and fusion matter, huh?”

“I…” Demongo tried to utter a rebuttal but could not think of anything clever to say. What could he say? The human already proved spouting any insult would simply be futile. He also did not seem to be as stupid as the demon once assumed judging from that drastic shift in tone. Why was he doing this? What could he possibly gain for this?

The demon had so many questions but ultimately chose one to commit to.

“What is your name?”

The human beamed, excited to answer. “I’m Damien! Damien Aster!” He held out his hand as a friendly gesture. “I already know about you, so there’s no need for an introduction unless you wanna do one.”

Demongo stared at Damien’s hand for a moment. He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Well, I sure hope you would know who I am! I have made quite the name for myself!” He stood, snatching up the large insect wings from one of the nearby crates Damien originally placed them on. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have much work to do. These wings need some extensive modifications if I am to use them.”

Damien nodded. “That’s fair. If you need anything else, I’m always happy to help!”

Demongo clung to the wings just a little bit tighter. “I shall… keep that in mind. I have left the promised taros and fusion matter by the crate I rested on if you still wish to take them.”

Damien waved a dismissive hand at that offer. “Naw. Keep them. I’m good on taros anyway, and I’m in no rush to get any fusion matter for myself.” He turned, walking off toward the Firepits east of the campsite. “See you soon!” He dismounted what looked to be a fuse dissipator rifle from his back holster, readying it for whatever would greet him in the Firepits.

Demongo watched Damien walk away, pondering to himself about everything the human told him. He still had so many questions…

Bah!

He could afford to worry about all that nonsense later. He had work to do! These wings were not going to reconfigure themselves after all. He walked over to one of the many tents at the campsite, swiftly entering it so he could get to work right away.

He hoped these efforts would be worth it.

[keep-calm-and-drink-caf]

“ dance with me, darling ”

A Fives one-shot

Pairing: Fives x fem!Reader (I’ve tried to keep it as neutral as I could, but I think it might work better with reader being female)

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: No use of (Y/N), use of pet names (love, darling), use of Mando’a nickname (cyare, darling) kissing, making out, a small sexual reference but it’s so small it may not actually matter idk, and I think that’s all! Mostly just fluffy stuff <3

A/N: I’m sorry if I butchered pasta but I don’t know how to make it any way else without searching for a recipe 😭 also, this is my first time sharing any of my writing with the internet - please be kind 🫶 Any constructive criticism or suggestions are welcome :D

So I had this stored in my notes and I kind of maybe liked it! I’m working on a Mando/Din x reader thing along with several others so it’s really just a race to see which one piques my creativity so much that I choose it and get it done lol

Expect the first chapter of the din x reader sometime soon! Uni is kicking my butt right now so I don’t have a concrete date but I’ll try my best :)

Have a soft Fives one-shot for fall (and spooky) month <3

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It was a quiet, cozy night for you. Fives was on shore leave for a week and so you got to spend some peaceful quality time with the love of your life, in whatever way that manifested itself.

Presently you lay on the couch and scrolled mindlessly on your datapad as Fives sat with your head in his lap, gently playing with your hair. The soft sound of the clock ticking filled the comfortable silence between you as you both relaxed together.

“We should cook something,” He suddenly spoke up, and at his words you looked up at him from your datapad, a skeptical brow lifting. His eyes had started to sparkle with excitement, a plan already forming in his head. “You know, like a pasta or something. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“Fives, love, I’m not very sure you should be trusted within three metres of the stove again,” You chuckled softly, reaching a hand up to brush your fingers against the base of his chin, smoothing down some of the hair in his goatee. “Do I really need to remind you of that time where you almost burnt down the kitchen trying to make bread?”

He pretended to pout sadly. “That was one time,” Fives complained, gently tickling your sides and causing you to squirm slightly as you batted his fingers away playfully. “And I know how to use a stove properly now, cyare, really. Stop laughing!”

He attacked your sides again, launching a barrage of tickles as you giggled and tried to squirm out of his gentle but firm grasp. “Fine, fine,” You gasped, wheezing slightly and still giggling. “Pasta it is. Nothing too fancy, right? I’m not sure our combined cooking skills could handle anything more than a simple penne and marinara…”

“That’s my girl,” Fives said happily, leaping up from the couch. You followed, slightly reluctant to leave your comfy position. “Okay, let’s see. A recipe for penne marinara. Here, this looks relatively easy, right?”

You angled your head to look over his shoulder at the recipe he had found. “Well… yeah, that looks pretty easy. Could you get the tomatoes for me? They’re on the highest shelf over there.”

Once you had assembled all the ingredients, you debated whether to assign yourself the more difficult task of properly making the marinara sauce or give it to Fives. “Fives, boil the pasta f’me, will you, love?” You passed him the uncooked penne and got out the pasta pot. “Try not to set the kitchen on fire.”

You got out the tomatoes, starting to mash them with the back of a spoon. You crushed a few cloves of garlic and let them steep in olive oil before adding the tomato paste into the garlic-laced oil and letting it cook. You leaned against the kitchen island, watching Fives carefully put the penne into the water, making sure the heat was set to just the right temperature and waiting for them to boil.

He watched the water for five whole minutes before sighing. “Well, this is kind of boring.”

“Five minutes,” You smiled at him, pretending to tap the nonexistent watch on your wrist. “That’s a new personal best, isn’t it?”

He stuck his tongue out at you like a huffy little toddler before coming over and leaning against the counter with you, placing a soft kiss to your right temple. “I missed you, cyare,” He murmured against your skin, his hands coming to rest around your waist as he drew you closer into him. “So much, every day.”

He brought your hand up to his chest to rest over his heart, feeling the steady beat through the thin layers of clothing as opposed to the thick plastoid armour. “You feel this heart? It beats for you, my darling, and only you,” Fives said with a soft smile, quoting the first ever sappy romantic holofilm you both had watched together, before it started the tradition to do so every time Fives came back on shore leave.

“You’re such a sap,” You shook your head affectionately, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. “I missed you too, Fives.”

You wanted to stay like that forever, relishing the comforting hold he had on your waist, but the timer going off brought you back to your senses. Fives, being closer to the stove, turned the heat off for the marinara sauce so that it wouldn’t burn, then flipped a switch on the radio with a goofy, adorable grin at you.

“Dance with me, darling,” He chuckled, watching your expression turn into one of mixed exasperation and affection as one of the most annoying lively old love songs you had ever heard started playing merrily on the radio. “Come on, cyare, don’t be such a debbie downer.”

“I hate this song,” You complained, but a small grin was forming on your lips. You let him grab your right hand and extend it over your head as he twirled you around the kitchen as if you were both in one of those old romantic comedies he loved watching with you so much. Your left hand came to rest on his shoulder to stabilize yourself in case you managed to overbalance while he spun and dipped you.

“That’s the idea,” Fives grinned at you, his eyes fixed on yours as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen — which, of course, you were. As the music slowed and trailed off, he pulled you closer, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb. You both moved like clockwork as your lips met in a sweet, tender kiss. One just soft enough to leave you craving more but long enough to frazzle whatever coherent thoughts were running around in your mind.

Your lungs had just started to burn when you finally pulled away, taking in deep breaths of oxygen that your deprived lungs were crying out for. “That pasta is going to burn,” You giggled breathlessly as Fives swiped his right thumb across your flushed cheek. His eyes crinkled as he laughed, the sound filling the kitchen and going straight to your heart as you felt a rush of fierce affection for him.

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that now, would we? Can’t have the kitchen almost burning down again, right cyare? Except, of course, it wouldn’t be my fault this time…” He gave you a smirk and placed a kiss on your forehead and moved away toward the stove, switching off the heat right as the pasta was about to burn. You busied yourself with mixing the pasta into the sauce and cooking it just right, very aware of Fives watching you fondly as he leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

“You gonna come here and taste this or just stand there ogling me, love?” You turned to face him with a teasing smirk curled on your mouth. You held up a teaspoon of the marinara, offering it to him. He leaned over and closed his mouth over the spoon, drawing back as the strong flavours of the marinara registered. Fives blinked in surprise. “Oh. Oh, wow, that’s actually… really, really good.”

“Of course it is. Don’t tell me you doubted me?” You set the spoon down and leaned on the kitchen counter, placing a hand on your heart as you gave a dramatic gasp of exaggerated hurt. “Oh, my darling, I had no idea you could be this cruel—“

Fives cut you off with another kiss on your lips, this time a little rougher but only slightly. That shut you up right away, your arms abandoning the simmering pot on the stove to wrap around his neck. His tongue traced along the rim of your bottom lip gently, before the warmth left your mouth and he pulled back with a small chuckle at your whine of protest.

“Plenty of time for that later, cyare,” He cooed at your puppy eyes, tucking a few dislodged strands of hair behind your ear. You pouted with a sad little sigh and turned back to the pasta, turning off the heat once it was well-mixed with the sauce and spooning it into two bowls.

“You ready to taste the final product?” You asked Fives, practically shoving a bowl and a spoon into his hands with an excited gleam in your eye. Fives took the bowl from you with a small chuckle at your enthusiasm. “I have an idea, cyare. Let’s find another one of those romantic holofilms you love so much, yeah?”

Your eyes lit up even more at his suggestion and you immediately nodded, dragging him over to the living room as carefully as you could without spilling the pasta. You got out a fuzzy blanket from the basket near the table. “Fives, love, could you pick out-“ You cut yourself off with a yelp as he grabbed you from behind, easily manoeuvring you into a bridal carry and setting you down on the couch. He plopped down beside you, pulling you into his side and draping the blanket over both of you.

“Here, my princess,” He offered you your bowl of pasta with a smirk, and at the nickname a blush started sweeping across your cheeks again. “You’re such a sap, you know that?” You rolled your eyes affectionately as you picked out a holofilm to watch and he laughed. “Come on, you know you love it.”

“Of course I do, love. And you know I always will.”

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[cosmichighpriestess]

Making Your Desires Chase You:

Every single time you find yourself needing something, I want you to shift your thinking to, "oh I can just manifest this by imagining I already have it." And everytime you feel like you have to work hard or struggle I want you to shift your perspective and say, "wait, I forgot I'm a creator with limitless abilities to manifest and create. Wait I forgot, all I have to do is feel good, drop my resistance and relax and the way will be shown to me, my desires will chase me down." And if you are still living in the dark ages and you are thinking, "okay, to get this house or car I need to get a job first, then in a few years I'll be able to afford a house I barely even like." My love, the year is 2024 and there has never been a better time to manifest then now, and anyone can do it just by using their mind and emotions. The supporting high frequency energies pouring down on Earth now completely support manifesting at rapid speeds.

What you attempted to manifest ten years ago will manifest in days, weeks and months now. The inner work you gave up on will work even better than before and you'll actually see results finally. Remember those affirmations. Remember ignoring what you see outside of you. Remember those spells or whatever methods you used to try. Now, by believing you still have to do it the old 3D way and struggle, work very hard, try try try, go outside of yourself, searching outside of yourself, hold on so tightly to anxiety and fears and overwork yourself to become a shell of yourself to get something you barely even like, you are still holding onto limiting beliefs and you are living in fear and lack. Everything you need is within you. It sounds cliche, I know but reality is an illusion. Everything is already within you. Even getting your dream body, your dream face, your desired house ect. You have it now, RIGHT NOW. No more limiting thoughts of chasing it, of thinking it's so far away from you. Go inside your desired house right now in your mind. Stay there multiple times throughout the day and raise your vibration for a week straight. Keep going. Your house or your dream car, or dream career, or dream partner will fall right into your lap. Stop thinking like a human, because you are so much more. Fear and lack, negative emotions, anything that doesn't feel good, these are all illusions because our Universe is abundant and pure love and there is an abundance of everything you could ever need or desire. Imagine counting your money multiple times a day. It exists. You are already rich. Decide it. Be delusional.

There is an abundance of Gold. There is No lack. Fear is an illusion and only love, bliss, joy, peace, abundance, harmony and ecstasy are real. So anytime you catch yourself saying, " oh I can't manifest it because I don't have enough power yet. I don't believe enough yet. I have seen others do it but I'm not good enough yet." That's an illusion, that's false, that is all smoke and mirrors, that is not the truth. That's your ego. Tell your ego to sit down and let your heart-mind guide you. You are powerful right now, you can create anything you wish but only if you remove the negative, limiting beliefs and put your ego to the side because your mind loves to create problems to fix. Once you remove the limiting beliefs and replace them with your preference they dissolve and disappear and the new belief takes over and creates a ripple effect into your reality, so everyone in your reality shifts with your new belief you have decided. Watch them all treat you differently.

So if you want to manifest your dream house (one of many to be created in your future) just follow your excitement and let go of your desires. Still know they are coming but drop it, the Universe caught it and it's making its way to you now. Don't get that job you'll hate and feel uninspired by that pays you pennies. Follow the excitement, then you'll see, "oh this neighbor of mine has an extra house and wants me to stay in it rent free?" But you only received that opportunity by following your excitement, say you wanted to get lunch somewhere instead of applying for that shit job and chose a nice lunch out instead because it felt better. Then you met your neighbor there serendipitously, and he offered you a new house to live in for free. Boom. That's how it works.

You get paid to exist. Let the Universe take care of you by living in integrity, being yourself, and surrendering multiple times a day. Try it out. Don't expect that exact situation to happen with the neighbor, but by following your excitement every moment, that led you to your desires hunting you down without you lifting a finger. Everything will fall into your lap. You don't chase you attract. Say you really do want a dream career. Well then, let God bring the opportunity to you without you searching outside for it. That will bring you something even better than you can imagine then you searching for it and struggling for it. You may be exactly the person they need. They will hunt you down. You never ever have to search outside yourself for anything. I hope this helps. Happy Manifesting! 💖💰

[littlemissmanga]

Thots for Wolffe please? ♥ Please and thank you.

Of course!

Let's see ...

SFW

Wolffe is a little shit and nothing will change my mind about that. He hides it well because the weight of responsibility is heavy and he puts a lot of pressure on himself to be a good leader. But off duty or when relaxed? Wolffe let's loose. He's not a prankster, rather he's a ball buster, full of pointed quips and one liners.

In a relationship, that manifests as pointed teasing. He's a nudgenik. It gets him going when you can give as good as you get. He likes your feisty side.

He isn't emotionally repressed - he's fully aware of his feelings and mindful of how they inform his actions. He is Plo's son after all. He just sees revealing his emotional needs and depending on his men for that support as a breach of command and a dereliction of his duties. So he doesn't burden them with his emotional needs.

If Wolffe ever does start a relationship, that is one of the biggest early hurdles. He also sees you as someone he should protect and so he wouldn't open up to you emotionally out of a sense of duty. You're the one who teaches him that sharing the burden is the responsible thing to do.

NSFT

Wolffe likes being in control in the bedroom not because he always needs control but because he LOVES the idea that you, a person born with your autonomy guaranteed, one who doesn't have to respect him, so willingly trusts and submits to him. That choice is what makes him feel eight feet tall when you fall to your knees in front of him.

I do see Wolffe not necessarily as a true switch but as someone who will need to relinquish control once in a while. He doesn't like it as much, but he does need it to regain balance sometimes.

But more than that, he adores that you ARE a switch and he loves when you just take what you want from him. It makes him feel more desired than anything else to see you unable to control yourself because of him.

If dealing with an AFAB partner, he's a tit man all the way. If AMAB, he still fixates on your chest. He hates and loves that you wear low-cut shirts just to distract and tease him. And rile up others, garnering enough stares to make him jealous.

He loves the idea of cockwarming, of having you sitting all warm and sweet in his lap while he works. Getting to feel you as close as possible and make you even needier than he feels, testing his own patience as well as teasing the life out of you just checks all his boxes ... but he isn't actually patient enough to pull it off. You'll be in his lap for all of two minutes before you know exactly how to make him lose control.

[alectoperdita]

Wrote this scene for a later chapter of Mob. I say that but mainly I just had a scene in my head this morning and needed to manifest it. It can probably fit into chapter 10 of Mob. But I dig it a lot and wanted to share it in case it doesn't make it into the text.

Smut under the cut, bottom!Kaiba because it's the Mob boys. Jounouchi POV

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Katsuya couldn't help himself. Who could blame him? The second Seto bent over to retrieve a fallen utensil, causing his shirt to ride up and his briefs to pull taut over his ass, it was all over. He was practically seducing him walking around in nothing but his undone button-up and underwear.

No court would convict him.

Actually they could, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Kaiba Seto was too sexy for his own good.

Which led them to their current sitch—Seto white-knuckling the dining table, bracing it as Katsuya hilted himself. Their food was rapidly cooling on the tabletop, but Katsuya only cared about the warm embrace of Seto's body. Their last round happened right before getting out of bed and cooking breakfast, so Seto was loose enough to take him but too tight for Katsuya to fuck properly, not without pulling out and applying lube. And the lube was on the other side of the room.

"Move," Seto demanded, breathless. His thighs quaked as he inched upward onto his tiptoes.

"I'm good."

Honestly, he was more than happy with that. He could spend hours like this, just warming his cock inside his lover. He'd daydreamed about it—spending a lazy afternoon on the couch with Seto cradled in his lap.

Sadly, Seto was of a different opinion. He tried to take matters into his own hands by lowering his weight onto his heel and falling onto Katsuya's cock. As his muscles rippled, it wrung a grunt from Katsuya. He tried again, anxiously rocking between his tiptoes and his heel, desperate to fuck himself.

Katsuya could put a stop to this, but his lover wouldn't get far. He didn't have the necessary leverage. Not to mention there was nothing hotter than seeing Seto's rosy pink rim blanch white, stretched obscenely around the base of his cock.

"If you don't move, I'll stab you with a fork," snapped Seto.

Katsuya laughed. He merely pulled his lover's back flush to his chest and nuzzled his shoulder. "You don't mean that."

When vinegar didn't work, he tried honey instead. "Fuck me, Katsuya. I know you want to. You're so hard."

"Babe, of course, I wanna fuck you. Just not here. I don't wanna hurt you."

Carefully, he pulled out, not missing how Seto winced despite his protests. He guided them toward the bed, where the sheets were still rumpled and soiled from the last round. Seto didn't so much climb into it as he did collapse over the edge, legs splayed wide to brace the floor, ass thrust into the air, and casting the most alluring bedroom eyes over his shoulder.

Shit, how was Katsuya supposed to say no to that?

He slathered his dick with plenty of lube though, until it virtually dripped. Then he inserted his wet fingers into Seto's waiting hole, meticulously coating every square centimeter he could reach. Below him, Seto gasped and begged, right up to the moment the head breached him. In one smooth glide, Katsuya seated himself completely inside Seto. He took a few seconds to adjust and admire the blissful expression on his lover's face, long eyelashes fanned over his rosy cheeks, mouth parted wide while moans spilled out of him.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," muttered Katsuya.

Seto's eyes fluttered open. His dark eyes were glossy with pleasure. Katsuya rolled his hips, withdrawing halfway before sinking deep once more. Seto squeezed his eyes shut, and his hole clenched tight around him.

"You're the most beautiful man on earth. And you're smart and don't take shit from anyone. Can't believe you let me have you. Dunno what you're doing with a lowlife like me."

Seto opened his mouth to reply, but the only sound that emerged was another strangled moan as Katsuya thrust in and out. Mindful of Seto's condition after multiple rounds, Katsuya maintained a moderate pace, that while languid still hit deep. Seto jerked under him, his cries punctuated by wet squelches and slapping skin.

Katsuya could make love to him every day like this, seven days a week, 365 days a year. He could spend the rest of his damn life devoted to this man.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," Seto gasped, grinding back against his cock.

Seto was not a soft man, and Katsuya knew he abhorred the perception he might be. But Seto's existence was singular to him, more precious and important than his own.

"I know, but I wanna be."

Katsuya dropped a kiss on the back of his lover's neck, right under where his hair fell. Seto shuddered, then outright squirmed when Katsuya reached around and clasped his arousal. It was rock hard and leaking, and felt hot enough to burn.

"Katsuya," moaned Seto.

Fuck, just the way he said his name was enough to make him cum.

"I gotcha. I gotcha," he said as he lengthened his strokes. He grabbed one of Seto's hand by the wrist and directed it toward his dangling cock. Their fingers laced as they grasped it together. "Let's do this together."

They groaned in unison as their hands jerked Seto's length. Pumping until Seto spilled his release onto the sheets with a choked gurgle, eyes rolling back in his head while his hole clamped tight. Katsuya couldn't hold back anymore. After a final thrust, he came buried deep within Seto, feeling as if he not only emptied his balls but also his soul into his lover.

Katsuya would give him anything.

[asheurbanipal]

The Only Option Left: Chapter 1

The Devil's Concubine

On A03

Summary:

How is it possible to make every wrong decision and still save the world? For everything to fail so spectacularly at your own hands, just for everything to work out for the Sword Coast as a whole? It must be a curse. A trick of the gods or the hells or yet some unnamed unknown manifestation of fate. But what is it that Raphael said? "Unconditional freedom to choose the only option she has left." Now that Tav has traded the Crown of Karsus to Raphael for his help in saving the world, she's starting to understand the feeling. Yet what is this other offer he has on the table? What final decision will it force on her?

Baldur's Gate 3

Tav/Haarlep/Raphael

Explicit

Full Word Count: 14, 245

Content: PTSD, Depression, Trauma Bonding, mildly dubious consent, mid-sex shapeshifting, tail play, PIV and PIA, oral, hand stuff, genderfluid Haarlep

Chapter 2-incoming

Chapter 3-incoming

I sat on the dock as the orange of the sun began to drip farther down the sky toward the horizon. The water of the Chionthar soaked through my clothes, piercing me down to the bone. I had done it, though. The netherbrain was dead. The Sword Coast was safe. The cold, clammy metal of the Crown of Karsus was folded in a scarf in my lap. 

But everyone that mattered was dead or as good as. 

I glanced to the space next to me on the pier. It was still singed and burned where Karlach had literally burst into flames. I should have convinced her to go back to Avernus. Maybe if I hadn't pressed the wrong fucking button on a fucking mindflayer pod, Wyll wouldn't be a lemure. He could have gone with her. They could have fought their way out. But I made too many mistakes. Too many missteps trying to do the right thing. 

In between my dips in the river, I found the courage to go to my childhood home. In the rubble was the body of a mindflayer in the clothing of my mother, and the dead body of my father, knife clutched in hand, both their throats slit. 

I set my head on the nearby post. I wanted to sleep. Really sleep like humans did instead of reliving all these moments over and over in reverie. It was too hard to find that state; I had to concentrate on it. What I really needed was a potion. I didn't have money for a potion. I only had one thing of any value left. 

"Well, my little mouse. Did you find the hole in the cupboard?" I didn't need to look to know it was Raphael. I could smell him. Sulphur and the sweet scent of dead flowers. His body moved slowly and elegantly until he was sitting next to me on the pier. He wouldn't deign to do something so casual as dangle his legs, and I watched him cross them at the knee out of the corner of my eyes. I didn't hate him. I probably should have. It seemed a right and good thing to hate a devil.

But there was something about the physicalities of Raphael's body that made it difficult to not watch him, to not be pulled along by the dulcet chords of his voice. He had the kind of form you couldn't help but follow with every one of your senses. It was something to focus on, at least, and I found myself turning to him with heaving joints and muscles. 

"Take it, and let me out of my contract." I dropped the wrapped bundle into his lap, slightly enjoying the half a second he had to scramble to keep the whole thing from falling into the water again. All while maintaining his usual posture. 

"You managed to keep it from the wizard and his goddess." He seemed genuinely impressed, his voice lilting upward, eyebrows tracing the same pattern. 

"Gale blew himself up. It was how we took down the brain." My hands curled into fists on the tops of my knees. I never knew what to say to him. How do you tell a man to disobey his goddess? To turn against what he believes to be right? Maybe if I had pushed the Crown option…

"What a shame." The softness of Raphael's voice surprised me. Like he actually cared about the death of one mortal man. I flattened my palms to release the tension in my body.

"You have the crown. My contract. Leave me with my soul at least." I turned what was left of my body toward him sharply, willing him to actually look at me. 

He gave the smallest of nods and flicked his fingers. A paper appeared. Another flick, and it went up in flames. 

"It's done. I'm nothing if not a man of my word." He didn't move, though, turning his gaze briefly along the line of the horizon where the water met the sky. 

"Do we still have business, devil?" I tried to bark, but it came out weak, half-formed. 

"We might," he said.

"No more games, Raphael," I sighed. "I don't have the energy." 

"Oh pet," he cooed. "That's why you need me." 

I suddenly became aware of my hands again. I wanted to press my nails into my palm, but I kept them still. I couldn't show weakness in front of him. Not right now.

"When I ascend to Prince of the Nine Hells, I will need generals in my ranks. Followers at my right hand. You could be among them." 

"Soldier in a devil's army," I scoffed. "No thank you." But I knew my heart wasn't in it. 

"You say that, now." He folded the crown tighter in the cloth and gripped it in his hands, entranced by the feel of it. "Take my room at Sharess's Caress for the night. It's still standing. Consider it a gift for a job well done."

"And what's the catch?" I asked, turning back. But he had already disappeared. 

My feet felt heavy moving up the catwalks of Sharess's Caress. Being just outside the city proper, it had been among the neighborhoods that survived with minimal damage. The Elfsong had managed to make it through unscathed, but staying there, in the room I shared with my dwindling party, pretending to be a hero, felt rancid and wrong. So I'd been sleeping in the old barn we'd found when we first entered Rivington. I wasn't the only one, though, the area now filled with more refugees who had lost their homes to the brain's attack. Some of them recognized me, though, and their thanks made everything worse. A single night in a real bed away from everything was worth whatever Raphael had planned for me.

The door was unlocked as I tapped the handle, and it swung inward smoothly. I stopped in the doorway when I realized I wasn't alone. There was someone lounging in one of the velvet chairs.

Deep red skin, dark horns curing from his forehead, broad black wings that overflowed awkwardly between his body and the high back of the chair. He wore Raphael's face, and that was about it. The only thing that separated me from his intimate parts was leather strapping. He titled his head and waved with thin, clawed hands. 

"I take it you're Raphael's little guest?" he asked. 

I should have left. Should have realized faster that an incubus was a sign of something more dangerous on the horizon.

Instead I closed the door behind me and let it lock on itself without attempting to stop it. 

I moved across the room, trying to keep a distance. There was an inset bath under a wide window draped in silk curtains. It was already filled, flower petals and orange rinds floating on the surface. Beyond, the back of the room was dominated by a huge bed. There wasn't really anywhere for me to go. The slightly raised edge of the bath was as far as I could get. 

"I'm Haarlep," the incubus offered without moving. "You're…oh what was it…Tavitha? He typically calls you 'that enticing little nuisance' when he speaks about you at home." 

"Home." The word formed as I remembered a feast upon a table. Of a house in the hells where the walls closed in like the throat of a great beast. "And why are you here?" 

"I serve Raphael. He sent me to keep you company and serve you in kind." Now he stood, his large form bearing down on me as he walked across the room. But he stopped short, far enough away there was plenty of room to maneuver away if I wanted to. "If this form doesn't please you, I can give you another."

I looked up to Raphael's face staring back at me with hooded eyes, and I turned away.

"No--" I gestured at his form "-- no need to change on my account. Except…do you have more clothes…somewhere?" 

Haarlep's chin dropped dramatically aghast for an instant then formed up into a sideways grin.

"No one's ever made that request before. But of course." With a flicking gesture just like Raphael's, a satin robe dropped with a flutter on his shoulders. He tied it enough to cover his lower body down to his knees but left it loose enough for his chest to remain partially exposed. That was fine. He opened his arms. "Better?"

 I nodded, stiff in the neck and shoulders. Everything hurt. The bath was warm and damp against my back. My hands sort of half-reached toward Haarlep, unsure what I was intending to do with them before I dropped them again. 

"I need to bathe. Then I need to rest. That's all I want. So, I command you to…uh…do whatever. Fuck off, I guess." I felt my jaw click. Haarlep didn't move immediately. Then he laughed, pulling his body away to drop on the arm of a settee across from the chair.

"I see why Raphael finds you so fascinating. You're an odd little thing."

"I'm a tired little thing that could kick your ass all the way back to the hells. So…" 

Haarlep raised his hands in placation.

"Oh, I have no intention of causing myself more trouble than I'm worth. But I can't leave." There was a drift of sadness in the tail end of his words. I could leave whenever I wanted. Free myself from the game Raphael was playing when I struck up the will. Haarlep couldn't, it seemed. It was sad in its own way. 

"Fine then. I'd prefer privacy while I undress and bathe." I stared at him until he moved. He did, but only enough to avert his eyes. It was good enough. 

The water was perfect. Suspiciously so. There was time to be anxious about it later. For now I needed a decent clean down to my marrow. Haarlep behaved, finding a book to flip through and being kind enough not to bother me with random chatter. It was nice, actually, just to be in the room with a person without being forced to talk. Or make decisions. Or solve some new world-ending problem. If anything happened, if anyone came knocking, Haarlep could handle it. I could just be. Could just…rest. All I had to do was shut my eyes…

There was water in my nose and throat. It was creeping down into my lungs. There were hands under my armpits lifting me out of the water and repositioning me on the bench along the edge of the bath beforeI realized what had happened. 

"If you drown," Haarlep huffed, "that's a problem for me." He dropped next to me on the edge of the tub. "So I'd prefer you not do that." 

I wiped the water from my eyes, coughing it up just to choke on it again as it came up the second time. 

"Can you imagine? Surviving the end of the world just to die by falling asleep in the bathtub." 

"It would be a little bit funny, you have to admit," Haarlep said. His hand drifted over the back of my neck. "Let me wash your hair." I managed a sound of acquiescence and tilted forward so his body could rest behind mine. 

His bare legs dangled freely next to my shoulders, knees near my ears. The heat of his body pressed against me, and I tried not to think about how close his leather covered crotch was to the back of my head. 

Within a few moments of Haarlep's ministrations, I started to understand why incubi were so appealing. The way his fingers ran through my hair, I could only imagine what other things they were capable of when put to other tasks. 

"What does it feel like to be a world-saving hero? To be beloved by everyone along the Sword Coast?" Haarlep had been mostly just humming between his bouts of silence, so the question cut sharp through a sleepy haze that had settled in. 

"Awful. Terrible. Sick to my stomach every waking moment." 

"If you want to talk about it, sounding board is another service I'm forced to offer," Haarlep chuckled. 

"Raphael have a lot to bitch about?"

"Gods, all the time. Terrible pillow talk. He gets a little post-orgasmic clarity, and feels the need to unwind all his plans on me. Doesn't want someone to respond. Just to talk to himself."

"He strikes me as the sort." And for the first time in what felt like weeks, a breath of a smile broke over my face. Something tight and cracked but at least a little bit earnest. "If I ask you what he talks to you about in specifics, would you be able to tell me?"

"No," Harleep sighed. "Which is a real shame because he does say some interesting things about you. I assume that's why you're asking." He pressed his palm to my forehead. "Lean your head back." He dragged a nozzle across my hair and was already done rinsing before the water had time to turn from ice cold to warm. It was a shock to the system, but something I needed at the moment. Haarlep moved from the edge of the tub and vaguely toward the back of the room. 

"Tell me if you want me to brush your hair," he rejoined as he disappeared beyond the dividing wall. 

With him gone, the bath started losing its appeal. I found a handful of towels on a bench nearby and wrapped my hair and body in them before venturing into the rest of the room. Haarlep was rummaging through a stack of clothing. He pulled a white sleeveless chemise from the stack and held it out delicately.

"I think this is for you." He practically shoved it up against my body before dropping on the bed and laying back against the headboard. 

I was less concerned about Haarlep seeing my body now, and I exchanged the towel for the shift dress quickly. I stood before the mirror, examining the way the dress hugged and pulled at my form and split around the top of my thighs. The color of my skin showed through the thin fabric, the dark dusking of my nipples, the shadow of  my pubic hair. I might as well have not been wearing anything, and I had a feeling that was the whole point.

I looked about as ridiculous as I usually did in anything that wasn't breeches or armor. My shoulders and chest and arms were made for wielding swords and shields, not whatever this was.

"Not his usual choice," was all Haarlep offered as commentary. 

"He said he wanted me as a general," I replied. "This feels more like a concubine." 

"Looks like a wife to me." 

I turned on him sharply, scowling. The energy wasn't behind it, though. I was surprised at how much my body didn't recoil at even the abstract thought of being bonded to Raphael in such a way. Not that I had considered doing it the normal way in normal times. Perhaps I was now in the phase of my life where the thought of letting a devil trick me into marriage seemed almost palatable.

"I need to sleep. Where's my bed?" I cut through my own rambling thoughts by forcing another conversation through my throat. Haarlep responded by patting the bed next to him. "Of course." I stomped around to the other side, threw back the blankets, and climbed inside, pulling the plush duvet around me as tight as I could. Once I settled in, I couldn't even really be mad. The bed was that nice. Damnable gods. Raphael was making an excellent case for whatever it was he was going to attempt to propose at the end of this. 

"Would you like a sleeping potion?" Haarlep's body moved down next to mine, but the blankets were thick enough to create an adequate barrier. 

"No. I'm fine. Just get the lights." As much as I desperately wanted to have a proper, dreamless sleep, I didn't trust anything Raphael offered to enter my body. Haarlep didn't protest or insist, but he was still there as the lights dimmed down to nothing. 

My reverie was kind to me. It decided that tonight, I was allowed to relive one of the better moments in recent weeks, right before everything started going to shit. It was a party. We had found Halsin. We were about to track down that asshole Ketheric Thorm. Whether due to inebriation or some other high, Shadowheart and Lae'zel and Astarion all propositioned me for sex in their own way. I turned them down, knowing, in my two hundred years, that sex only complicated things if we were going to be traveling together. Might have briefly reconsidered if it was Halsin asking, but I would never have initiated. It was probably the last properly good decision I made. 

Instead I spent the evening with Zevlor. Poor Zevlor who I would later find in a mindflayer pod and decide it was a mercy to kill. That night I sat with him. Drank with him. Talked with him about old battles and armor maintenance. Zevlor, who I teased out into the forest and stripped down and rode hard and fast until we were panting and gasping in the moonlight, sweating out our anxiety into the sweltering heat of the night.

In my reverie, I could still feel him inside me, ridges pressing against all the important bits, delightful pressure pushing us to a shared ecstasy, the last one he would ever have. It spread and grew, fire and ice climbing up my spine and through my belly until…until…until…

I woke up, hot and clammy in the satin sheets. The room was ice cold in contrast. A heavy arm rested across my chest, and the pillow had been replaced with the leathery stretch of incubus wing. It didn't seem like he had groped me in my sleep, his body more a relaxed flow around me, but at some point his lips had been near my throat, nose nuzzled into the curve of my neck. I could feel the lingering touch of them.

Then sensations from the reverie didn't fade like they normally would have. Instead they lingered sticky between my legs, and I pressed my thighs together to push them off. It wasn't enough. My skin was tingling with arousal, every nerve begging to be touched. I had never felt anything like this before, this overwhelming desire. Except…wait…

"Oh fuck just like the spider." It was loud enough to wake Haarlep with a start, and he blinked at me slowly. In his half-awake state, he crushed me closer, forcing a desperate gasp from chest. 

"What could you possibly be talking about, Miss Hero?" 

"Yurgir had infused spider-meat with incubus spit so he could violate his displacer beast easier. It's an aphrodisiac."

Haarlep lifted onto his elbow to look down at me.

"Now I'm curious how you know this information? Did you… consume a dead spider? Give it a little lick out of curiostiy?"

"How I know isn't of any importance," I stuttered. "Just tell me how long it takes to wear off. It must have transferred through your sweat, too."

"At the dose I accidentally gave you-"

"'Accidentally…'"

"Excuse me," he snapped. "If I were going to do it on purpose, I'd want you awake to watch. That's the fun part." One of his thin, clawed fingers swept a strand of hair away, still wet from either the bath or my own sweat or both. "But you're not the only one under a bit of stress, and things happen." He tapped that finger sharply on my forehead. "As I was saying, at the dose you must have gotten it's not going away any time soon." The hand that had been across my chest dropped to the outside of my hip, fingers sliding under the slit of the dress until they pressed into the flesh of my ass. "You're much better off working it out of your system another way."  

I tried to chuff in disgust but it turned into a moan against my will as he nudged his knee into the space between my legs. 

"Just let go, Miss Hero. You know you want to." His hand slipped upward over my hip and into the very slight dip of my waist. "Let me make you feel good. You deserve it." His lips pressed to the side of my neck then worked up to my jaw. His teeth nipped at my skin. Sharp, but not enough to break the skin. 

Gods what an idea. That I deserved anything other than retribution for the pain and suffering I had caused. Maybe that's what this was. Maybe this was meant to be my punishment. 

"Do what you want to me," I sighed, arching my back against his weight. 

"Oh that is not something I get to hear very often." 

His body rolled on top of me, robe disappearing to the floor on the side of the bed. Stradling my hips, all his leather strappings magicked away to reveal what was left of his naked glory. His cock was half-hard, and he pumped it in a few, long draws, bringing it meticulously to full attention. It was lined with ridges along the top like a tiefling, evidence of that devilish inheritance. He fucked his hand a few more times with intent then dropped his hands down to the thin straps holding my gown to my shoulders. His hands were gentle with the clothing but rough with my arms, favoring the structure of the gown over the structure of my body. He stopped the straps at my elbows, pinning them against my side lightly, forcing my now exposed breasts up toward my chin. 

"That's a lovely sight," he cooed. His hands were first, brushing the outside edge of my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peaked hard and swollen. His face dropped next, tongue flicking out to graze one taught bud. His mouth opened and he took me in, sucking on one nipple and teasing the other with a light pinch. He was so…gentle…I wouldn't have expected that from an incubus bound to Raphael. But then maybe that's what made him this way. Maybe it was part of the act. 

"I can hear you thinking." His mouth moved from my breast to my ear and breathed into it as his body moved off me a little. "You're supposed to be relaxing." He punctuated his point by dropping his hand and sliding into my folds. His finger found my entrance and slid into the first knuckle. Instead of going deeper, he massaged inside me, rubbing that oh so perfect spot with the pad of his finger. He paired the motion with a soft graze against my swollen clit. My hips bucked with the pressure, reaching up on instinct for more and more. 

"There you go, Miss Hero. Beg for it. Beg for what you want from me." 

I gasped under him as his knee tucked beneath mine and spread my legs farther apart. 

"I…I don't know. I don't know what I want." I tried to push one of my arms toward him but was stopped by the strap of the gown. Haarlep released his hand from my insides to pull the dress down to my waist, freeing my arms. I reached toward him, my fingers resting as they hit the planes of his chest. I spread my palms over them, testing their shape against my hands. He was hard as rock under my touch, skin hot and rough. He pried my hands from his chest and pressed my wrists above my head, body falling down on top of me in the process. 

"You're tired aren't you? Tired of having to decide everything for everyone?" For the first time he properly kissed me, lips capturing mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, coaxing mine into his. He pulled away. "Let me do it." 

His hands moved off my wrists, and his body moved down mine. Lips touched my clavicle, between my breasts, then licking the skin over my belly button with his long tongue. He hiked up the skirt of the gown, pulled my thighs apart with his hands, then burrowed himself into my slick folds. His tongue flicked over my clit, forming shapes and writing in infernal across the fiery bundle of nerves. He dipped back into my entrance in turn, tongue reaching up to send a wave of ecstasy through me. Back and forth he went, sucking and tonguing me until the tension built into a hard knot in the hollow of my pelvis. His claws dug into the inside and tops of my thighs and he pulled my body even closer to his face. He kissed the top of my mound and peered up at me over the line of my stomach. 

"Exquisite," he muttered, then dragged his tongue along the inside of my thigh.

The next part was fast, one smooth movement to lift to his knees and bring my hips against his. He paused for half a moment at my entrance then plunged inside, sheathing himself to the base. My hips bucked up to meet him, trying to, impossibly, pull him deeper. 

"Fuck," I hissed. He leaned forward over me but didn't move in or out, just continuing to fill me up as his position changed. 

"There are scrolls and potions under the bed. I could always make myself bigger."

"No," I laughed. "You don't need to do that at all."

He found something particularly delightful in that and flicked over my breasts again in reward. 

"Mage hand? I've done some fun things with mage hand."

"No," I snapped sharper than I meant to. Haarlep hovered above me still for a moment then a wry smile cracked his face. 

"Now where does that reaction come from?"

"Let it go and start moving," I said. 

"Oh, I'll move when you explain." He drew out slowly, languidly, dragging the sensation out with him, sending it shuddering up through me. Then he slammed into me again, choking me with pleasure. Then stopped cold.

"I don't understand how magic works," I admitted quickly, too eager now for this to continue to hold back anything any more. "So I prefer not to use it. For healing, I'd rather a potion than a spell or scroll."

Haarlep snorted lightly, nose crinkling and eyes casting to my ears. 

"You can fireball, if I'm not mistaken," he said.

"I don't know how I do it, I just do. And that scares me. I don't use it unless I have to."

He laughed. Straight laughed in my face before dipping to pull me into a brief but deep kiss. 

"How utterly peculiar. But here's your reward for being forthright." 

He pulled out in another long draw, then pushed in again. This time he kept the pattern up, circling his hips in a pulsing in and out. He moved faster and faster, each pump shuddering into the next as my body clenched around him. My knees pushed to my chest, and he sunk in even deeper, until I could practically feel him in my throat. The pressure choked the sound out of me, a moan that keened high pitch untilI I couldn't breathe. Every sound was a gasp and a pant as he pounded into me, knocking the breath out of my lungs with every thrust. 

Haarlep's form leered over me, his wings spreading out to block everything else in the room. The only thing left to focus on was his face and torso. The face that still looked like Raphael's. Why? Why was that where my mind drifted? I turned my head, looking for somewhere else to focus. He grabbed my chin and forced my face back into his gaze. 

"Focus, Miss Hero. I don't get to come until you do. Those are the rules." This next kiss was hard and angry, the sense of desperation in it carving out the underlying magic intent of this statement. Something wormed its way between our bodies and I recognized the flick of a tail on my clit. How had I so thoroughly forgotten he had a tail? It was the best part of fucking a tiefling. The tip of his tail fluttered expertly, and what had been a creeping, roiling heat became sharp and bright. It shot up through my nerves into my stomach where the orgasm broke all at once in bright stars behind my fluttering eyelids. I didn't realize how high I had even arched my back until I was collapsing back on the bed. 

Haarlep wasn't finished, though. One…two…three...and countless more hard pumps, speed becoming maddening. He lifted my body by the hips until he was practically thrusting down into me against the bed. With a primal growl, he came just as the last of my own contractions pulsed around him. I could feel the warmth flow into me from his seed, then out of me again as he dropped my body back down on the bed and pulled out.

He rolled back on his haunches, cock flopping lazily down onto the tops of his thighs. His eyes moved slowly up and down my body, face caught in a smirk. I pulled the dress back over my body to cover it. Haarlep pouted at the action but didn't object. Instead he moved off the bed and disappeared briefly back toward the tub. When he returned he was wiping himself off and had another towel ready for me. He moved to the side of the bed and dangled it above me. I reached for it, and he yanked it away in a tease. I grabbed it on the second dip, and he didn't fight me for it. 

"Was going to offer to do it for you, but if you insist…" Haarlep said. He finished his own cleanup, then dropped back into the bed where he had been when this whole thing started. This time, though, he settled immediately into the position I awoke in, arm settled across my chest and wings tucked under my body. 

"This isn't how incubi normally do things, is it?" The words felt claggy as they left my mouth. This wasn't the usual post-coital haze. Whether active fiendish magic or something as banal as the transfer of bodily fluids, Haarlep had done something to me. "I feel like I read something about invading dreams, but maybe that's old information." I blinked through the haze. "I would have at least expected a…a…uh…charm spell." 

"No need for magic when the participant is oh so willing," he muttered into my neck. He sighed. "But then, who's to say I didn't?" 

My eyes finally grew too heavy to keep open, and they drifted close. 

And I slept.