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misserabella · 1 year

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Anderson’s Anatomy

neurosurgeon abby anderson x fem! reader (pt1)

synopsis; you wake up next to the girl you’d met the night before. but what would happen once you get to your new job and discover you’d just fucked your boss?

cw: +18! minors dni!, implied sex, nudity, kissing, dirty talking, teasing, degradation, tension, sex in a public space (hospital), fingering (r receiving), orgasm denial…

It was your first day of work, and you were already running late. Last night had been a blast. And you had ended up having pretty much the best sex of your entire life.

Her name was Abby. More than 6ft tall, blonde, blue eyes and incredible body. She had been smooth. Really smooth as she had sat down next to you on the bar, offering you a drink. You couldn’t turn her down. She was beautiful, and her voice was making you feel dizzy. You could still remember the touch of her fingertips on your cheek as she brushed off a strand of hair that had fallen on your face, the feeling of her lips when you asked her to kiss you.

The drive back to your house, in which you had moved recently, was quick, but not less than the amount of time it took the two of you to get undressed.

You pulled from your bedsheets, covering your naked body as you got up from the bed. God, your whole body ached, and you could feel the bruises on your inner thighs, her fingers thrusting inside your pussy. You shivered, bitting down on your lip as you looked at her naked body, splayed on your bed, ass showing as she was laying on her front, her braided hair now free and softly laying on your pillow. She looked so relaxed…

You opened your drawers, getting a pair of panties and a bra to start dressing yourself. Abby seemed to hear your fumbling, slowly opening her eyes.

“You need to go.” you said, and she looked at you, raising herself, you really tried to not look at her muscles as she moved to sat up, abs, quads and biceps popping with her movements. Your skin grew in goosebumps at the reminder of how easily she had manhandled you last night.

“Why don’t you get here so we can continue where we left off?” she hummed, and you knew she knew you were tempted. But you shook your head, ignoring the way her eyes trailed down your body as you hooked your bra.

“No. I can’t.” you saw her smirk. “It’s my first day at my new job and I’m running late, something you’re not supposed to do on your first day.” you put on your shirt, before picking up hers from the floor and trashing it against her face. She huffed.

“I can drive you there.” she offered, getting her clothes to join you in getting dressed.

“Thanks. But I’m alright. I’m sure you too have places to be.” she smiled, before getting closer to you, her hands on your hips as her lips kissed softly your neck. For a moment your brain disconnected.

“I do… Into you. But you won’t let me.” you rolled your eyes, slightly pushing her with a sigh and a smile you tried to fight off. y

You dangerously pointed at her. “Keep it in your pants.”

“That’s not what you said last night. Begging so cute to fuck you dumb.”

You groaned, cheeks glowing red, and she chuckled. But still let you go. You pulled your pants up your legs.

“I’ll text you later. Alright?” you promised, and she nodded, cupping your face to leave a messy kiss on your lips.

“You better.”

“Uhm, Nora, excuse me. Lily’s parents are asking some questions. Do you know where her doctor is?” you inquired to your resident, she was scribbling something down on her folder.

“Oh yeah… That would be Anderson. She’s in there talking to some other neurosurgeons, go in.”

“Thanks.” you smiled, nodding and walking towards the rest room. You opened the door and looked at the people inside, but your smile quickly evaporated when you saw her.

Your eyes shot open, your skin growing pale.

“Oh fuck.” you muttered to yourself, quickly trying to get away before she could see you. But it was too late. She already had. She seemed surprised as well, shocked. What were the odds?

You quickly left the room, but she followed you after excusing herself.

“Hey, wait!” you made your way to the stair and she pushed inside, closing the door behind your back.

“Doctor Anderson…” you tried but she cut you off with a smirk.

“Doctor Anderson? It was Abby last night.” you sighed.

“Exactly. Last night. This is a brand new day. And this…” you pointed at the two of you. “, it’s not gonna happen again.”

“Why not?” she inquired.

“Because you’re my boss!” you quieted down as someone passed by you and went down the stairs. You gave them a smile before turning back to her. “I can’t be fucking my boss.”

“Your boss…” she hummed, getting closer. “That’s hot.”

You stepped back. “Abby.”

“Fine.” she rose her hands. “If that’s what you want. I won’t touch you anymore.” you nodded.

“Thank-

“Until you ask me to.” you groaned.

“Abby!”

She tutted. “It’s Anderson for you now, baby.”

“You paged?” she inquired, not even looking at you.

You knew this was for the best. You couldn’t get involved with your boss. It could bring a lot of trouble. It was wrong. But fuck, why the hell did she have to look good all the time?

She was wearing her white coat with her scrubs, her hair on her signature braid, strong arms showing as she wrote down on the medical report.

“Yes. Doctor Anderson, Doctor Moore was asking for a diagnosis on bed 5. Young woman on her 20s…” you followed behind her like a lost puppy as she started walking towards the bed, drawing the curtains. “Melissa Greens. Complains about dizziness, lose or consciousness and extreme headaches. Familiars have also told us that she usually passes out and has mild seizures.” you informed and she nodded.

“Good morning, Melissa. I’m Doctor Anderson. I’m gonna give you a quick exam, is that alright?” the girl turned beet red at her smile, and you felt your stomach turn. “Good. Please follow this pen for me…” she instructed, waving her pen in front of her eyes. “Pupils reactive to light…” she blinded her with its little light. “Fluid movement. Great.” she saved it back on her coat’s pocket. “Let’s do a MRI, put on an IV. Start her on a slow drip. Something for the seizures to make sure she doesn’t move too much during the test. We need a clear image of the brain.” this time she talked to you, and you nodded, taking the necessary things to put on the IV. She was still not moving, inspecting your every move, arms crossed over her chest.

“This won’t hurt.” you promised her with a smile, to what she nodded. You circled her arm with the rubber band so the veins would show up, disinfected the zone, and prepared the needle. “Just a little pinch…” you muttered, as you put it on as quick and as painless as possible. Once it was in, you got out the rubber band, putting some cotton and tape so the IV wouldn’t move. Later on, you took the baggie and hung it on the hooks. “A nurse will be here in a second.” you smiled and she thanked you.

You took some notes, and talked to the nurse, telling her that she’ll need an MRI and to page you when it would be done.

“Good job.” Abby suddenly spoke, and you looked at her.

“Thank you.” you entered the coffee room. You were almost finishing your 24 hour shift, and you were truly exhausted. You needed some coffee. You poured some of it on a cup, trying not to look at her. She trailed up behind you, you could smell the pine of her skin at your back. You sighed.

It had been two weeks since you told her you two couldn’t see each other anymore. And fuck if it was difficult.

“You look good…” she muttered. It was only the two of you in the room. You turned around to face her. Her eyes were bluer than you remembered. They were so pretty…

Your cheeks turned red. You missed her voice so much…

“Doctor Anderson…” you sighed. “We can’t…” she caged you against the counter, her hands on each side of your hips, still not touching you. She hadn’t since the day she told you that first you’d have to ask for it.

“I’m not doing anything.” she smirked, leaning closer, and your eyes fell to her lips. “Something tells me that disappoints you.” your breath hitched, one of her hands pushing behind your ear the hair framing your face.

“I’m not disappointed.” you shook your head, and she chuckled.

Her other hand grabbed your hip, pushing you flush against her. You gasped. You could smell her stupid pine scent, her deodorant. It was intoxicating. “You sure?” she bit down on her bottom lip, and you unconsciously wetted yours with your tongue.

Before you could control yourself, you were tugging from her white coat, crashing your lips against hers. She groaned, pushing you harsher against the counter as her tongue entered your mouth. You whimpered, jumping when her hands tapped on your thighs to pull you up in between her arms and on the counter.

“We should stop.” you muttered in between deep kisses, although you didn’t want to. Fuck. She tasted just like you remembered.

“Yeah.” she agreed, but still pushed her tongue inside your mouth. Her palms felt heavy on your ass, your panties soaking wet and pussy throbbing. You needed her. So bad it was almost like a disease. “Fuck. I’ve missed you.” she muttered against your lips, kisses trailing down your jaw to your neck. Her hands snuck inside the back of your coat and blue medical shirt, feeling up warm skin. “You know how hard is to be professional when you look so fucking good all the time? Even on scrubs. Shit. Makes me go crazy and want to fuck you on one of the surgical beds.” you moan when she sucks on that sweet spot on your neck.

“Me too… Shit. I think about you all the time.” you whimpered, pulling from her braid as you felt her hands move from your back to your chest, squeezing your tits.

“Oh, yeah? All the time?” you could feel one of her hands trailing down your stomach to where you most needed her. And you knew you should stop her. You were on a public space. Somewhere anyone could walk in any time and see the two of you. But her touch felt so good after so much time depriving yourself from it… You cried out when she pushed inside your pants and panties, fingers running through your slick folds and drawing tight circles on your clit.

“All the time.” you promised in a breath, too gone under her touch. She chuckled at the sight. Jaw slack, droopy glazed over eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

“Aw look at you. Already so fucked out and haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Abby, please…” you pleaded, your hips thrusting against her touch.

“So it’s Abby now, huh?” she teased you. “Can’t call me Doctor Anderson without thinking about the fact that you’re begging your boss to stuff up your pussy with her fingers?” you blushed so deeply it made her chuckle. And you didn’t answer, yet she still spoiled you by pushing in her middle finger. You two heard the slick sound the entering of her finger inside your tight cunt made, and it made you shiver.

She groaned. “So wet it slid right in.”

You whimpered, trying to muffle out your moans as she started to pump it in and out of you. She wanted to take her time with you, but she knew she couldn’t, so she added a second finger when you seemed to be loose enough before curling them to hit your g spot.

You were so pent up and sensitive that you felt your orgasm creeping in. Her thumb was against your clit, rubbing and stimulating you like you knew you could never do to yourself. How many night you’ve touched yourself with her on mind you wouldn’t know nor count.

“I’m gonna cum…” you sobbed, thighs clenching and shaking, walls tightening around her fingers.

“Oh, yeah?” and before it could hit you, she was pulling her fingers out of you and taking her hands away.

“What the fuck?!” you screamed, your eyebrows knitting together and anger building up on your stomach as you felt the pleasure disappear. You had been so close…

“You want to cum?” she questioned. “You know how to find me.” she pointed at her pager, pushing the two fingers she had plunged deep inside you into her mouth before walking towards the door and leaving, closing it behind her back.

You groaned, jumping down from the counter. You almost squirmed at the wetness in between your thighs. And you surely almost screamed in frustration.

Fuck Abigail Anderson. You didn’t need her.

You absolutely didn’t.

a/n; 🤭 had to do a surgeon abby fic!!

credits for the idea to: @cherriesxinthespring

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mosaickiwi · 4 months

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All Clean!!!

How dare Sai deprive me of this tbh /j /silly

a lil itty bit angsty on angel's part… i meant to write it completely goofy oops

cw// mild nudity (but not for sexy reasons), blood, implied offscreen murder(s)

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

“Should I be concerned?” you finally blurted out, curious about whatever had caused the sight before you.

[REDACTED] sat completely relaxed on the edge of the tub, splatters of blood mixed with dirt and rain water over their face and torso. Under the scarlet streaks and smears, his skin was flushed as if he’d been running a long time. He was stripped to his boxers, and the clothes they’d come home in were being tossed around in the washing machine while you took care of him.

“Not at all,” he quickly answered your question with a nonchalant shake of his head, then muttered an apology. “Didn't mean t’wake you up.”

It was strange that he was more worried about your sleep than the fact that he came home covered in bloodstains, but you knew exactly what to expect from them by now. The only sound in the room was the cloth in your hands loudly dripping into a bowl of soapy water as you rung it out to clean them up.

You’d heard noises in the middle of the night, and peered out of the bedroom to find your boyfriend halfway down his apartment’s dimly lit hall, making a mess of the marble floor with their clothes soaked from the rainstorm. Except the little puddles of what should've been water were slightly stained red, leaving a haunting trail in his wake as he’d staggered towards the bathroom.

The apathy in their blue eyes disappeared the moment you called their name, a puppylike smile forming on his lips that was at odds with his ghastly appearance as he turned, fully intent on hugging you, then struggled to stop himself once they realized they’d get dirt and blood all over you if he tried. You would’ve laughed if you weren't still half asleep.

And if the hallway didn’t look like a crime scene all its own.

You brushed their dark bangs back and wiped at the liquid on their forehead and cheeks, gently scolding them. “Don’t apologize for that. I’d rather miss out on sleep and make sure you're okay instead of wondering if…” It hurt to even think the words.

He took hold of your hand, the cloth trembling against his skin from your fears. “‘M sorry for worrying you, love. I promise it’s not my blood,” they said in the hopes you’d calm down. Weirdly enough, it did make you feel better.

Though he never flat out admitted to it, he wasn’t really trying to hide the things they did from you anymore, only the brutality of it all. From the dozen or so times you came home to an empty apartment after a text not to wait for him, just to vaguely recognize a missing person on the TV a few days later, it was obvious without confirmation. This was the first time you’d “caught” them, though—and with actual physical evidence. He usually came home silent and squeaky clean.

“It better not be,” you halfheartedly joked to ease the tension. He smiled and let go of your hand so you could continue your work.

The cleanup went by quickly. Dipping the cloth into the bowl of soapy water and wringing it out one last time, you reached towards your hacker’s bare shoulders. The blood there was mostly gone—save for a streak just below their collarbone. It wiped away all too easily, but a tiny line of dots flowered forth from a small injury you hadn't noticed at all.

“So about this not being your blood,” you started, setting the cloth down in the bowl.

He must not have noticed it either, but recognition dawned on their face. “I did have a tree problem earlier.”

“A tree problem?” Your earlier worries were quickly pushed aside at the revelation.

“Yeah, a branch got stuck—” he suddenly paused. The pink in his already flushed cheeks deepened. Their eyes shifted to the side in embarrassment. “Never mind.”

You struggled not to laugh. Of all things to phase him about his night out, a tree branch? The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to tease them. But you held your tongue and quickly grabbed some ointment and a bandage from a nearby cabinet.

[REDACTED] didn't even flinch when you pressed a dab of ointment to the reddened scratches. His expression seemed to melt instead. You asked carefully, “It doesn’t hurt does it?”

Their gaze went blank and wide eyed for a split second, then a twinge of fake sadness oozed into his voice. “‘Hurts a lot, Angel. Be gentle with me and kiss it better?” He even pouted to sell the act.

“Of course.” You playfully rolled your eyes and applied more ointment. As you spread it over the scrapes, he resumed adoringly looking up at you until you finished. Satisfied with your work, you smoothed the bandage over his skin and loudly planted a kiss to the spot then stood up.

“Y’know…” he hummed while wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist with a devious smile. “My mouth hurts too. ‘Could use a kiss or four there, don't y'think?”

With a smile, you leaned down, grabbing both their cheeks as if to kiss them. His eyes glittered in anticipation as you came closer. Instead, you stopped millimeters from their lips and whispered in the sultriest voice you could muster, “I’m gonna go mop the hallway.”

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo writing #middle of june for reqs maybe probably #my brain is in screensaver mode ngl #no essay in the tags from me i sleep

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lawsvalentine · 1 year

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Birthday Cake • Law x Fem!reader • (18+)

CW: nudity, implied sexual content

Cee’s Note: I literally threw this together shdjdjd so not proof read, go easy on me. Y’all really thought I wouldn’t celebrate my man’s bday and not drop anything? I ain’t lawsvalentine for nothing 😉

[minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead]

Law wouldn’t say it, but he was disappointed.

Not that he wanted a surprise for his birthday, no of course not.

But then again….a part of him did feel hurt that you hadn’t addressed it or surprised him at all. Not even a simple “happy birthday”.

Which was so unlike you. You’re always making a fuss over special occasions, and you usually go all out for them. He was sure you would do the same for him.

‘Guess not.’ Law thought as he headed towards his quarters to bury his head in work to take his mind off of it.

When Law opened the door, the sight before him nearly made his usual narrowed eyes bulge out their sockets.

There you were in nothing but a flimsy lingerie bottoms in a shape of a bow, laying bare chested against his desk, back arched slightly showing off the curve of your ass under the bow. The look of pure shock on Law’s face made your smirk deeper as your lover stood completely frozen at the door.

“Y/N-ya, you-“

Law couldn’t even finish his sentence as he gazed at your gorgeous figure on top of his desk.

“Happy birthday babe! What? You didn’t think I forgot, did you?” You teased, giving him a wink.

You could see the slight tint in Law’s cheeks before he lowered his head hiding his blush.

He shortly realized that the door was still open behind him and anyone of the crew could walk in on this scene which made Law inwardly cringe at that scenario. He hastily shut and locked the door behind him.

He turned his attention back at you, ignoring the urge to scold you for your recklessness. Not when you looked this damn good and all that was clouding his mind was the different ways he could have you on that desk.

“What are you waiting for? Come have your present, birthday boy” you purred.

Law smirked, finally making his way towards you, he paused for a second as he towered over your body, hands teasing the strands of the bow above your ass.

“I think I’ll have some cake first”

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year

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whumped-by-glitter · 3 months

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Chapter 1 Part 3: Late

⚠️CW: Institutional Slavery, Food Whump, Bullying, Blood, Beating, Minor Whumpee, Implied Nudity (Non Sexual, Caretaking), Imprisonment, Dehumanization..... If i missed anything, please let me know.

A special thanks as always to @3-2-whump for the beta read and tolerating the endless drivel as I work through all of my threads and ideas.

Story under the cut:

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Dog looked over and saw that Boy was still asleep. The kid was only about 13 and was also never given a name. Nobles preferred to name their slaves themselves, so slaves his master bought to train and resell as silver bands were rarely named.

He couldn’t just let him sleep like that. He shook his head. He knew that the two silver bands were kept more separate, but Dog didn’t understand why no one would have looked out for the child even a little.

Dog walked over, gently shaking him. All Boy did was roll over. ‘This would be so much easier if I could talk’ he thought, inwardly rolling his eyes.

“Why are you bothering with that failure?” Zan laughed, but Dog completely ignored him.

He slapped Boy harder, turning his cheeks red. The kid reacted but did not wake up. Boy had been on food restrictions for 4 days now and was just exhausted Dog figured. The older slave scooped him up to carry him into the washroom.

“Hey! Don’t just fucking ignore me!” Zan spat as the dog brushed past him.

Dog had practically raised him. Boy had been bought at the age of 3, Dog had been 12 at the time. Corvius couldn’t be bothered with things like potty training and teaching him how to speak, so Dog was put in charge of that.

Hauling the kid to the washroom and setting him on the floor, he splashed some cold water on his face, which finally startled the younger slave awake.

The mutt quickly scrubbed him down and braided his black hair so that it wouldn’t stick to his neck while working. He also took a mental note that it probably needed to be cut this evening.

Dog quickly patted him dry and dressed him, just in time. The latch being opened echoed through the outbuilding, he quickly tied his blindfold over his eyes before helping the kid up. It was time to begin the day.

By the time he finished dressing him and they returned to the common area, breakfast had already been distributed. It was no surprise to Dog that he didn’t have a tray, since he was fed separately because everything he was allowed to eat was laced with various poisons to work up his resistance. The mutt, however, found it concerning that there was as still nothing for Boy. It was beginning to get dangerous, especially with the amount of extra work being piled on him.

Dog didn’t even feel the crime fit this level of punishment, or even made sense with the offense. From how he understood it, Boy was cleaning the mirror on Balor’s dresser and accidentally pushed too hard and cracked it. It wasn’t like the mirror isn’t easy to replace. What Balor was angry about was the old superstition that if a mirror is broken, its owner is cursed. Balor was convinced, because of this, that Boy had tried to kill him.

Balor was the Master’s son. He was lazy, dimwitted, and sadistic, nothing like his father. At least with the master, the rules were clear, and everything had a reason. Most of the slaves and even servants avoided him, however he seemed to take a particular shine to tormenting Boy, and Dog, of course, but that went without saying.

The Mutt sat Boy down next to Ruby. “Please look after him,” he requested in a quiet, gravelly voice, now allowed to speak. His voice had been shot a long time ago from screaming in pain, the poisons, and just plain disuse.

“I’ll get him going,” she grunted, slipping the dazed boy a piece of her toast.

Mutt headed off towards the main house to report to their Master.

As he walked up the hill to the mansion, he noted the sun was a little higher than usual. This was becoming an all too frequent occurrence; this particular servant would often delay unlocking the door. She would use the trip to the slave house as an excuse for a smoke break. It didn’t really affect anyone except for him, who had to report to the master right away, but it was getting old.

As he reached the door, he tried to push his worry for Boy aside. It would be a distraction, which wouldn’t help the situation. He was really hoping to perform well enough to request his master interfere in his son’s punishment of Boy. He took a steadying breath and opened the door.

“What took you so long?!” his master snapped as a greeting, well… at least an acknowledgment of his arrival. The mutt inwardly winced. Today was going to be one of those days, he could tell already.

“This mongrel deeply apologizes,” the Drar dropped to his knees, bringing his forehead to the floor in an almost worshipping bow. He knew better by now than to try to explain.

Balor provided a sharp kick to the slave’s ribs; he could tell by scent and sound it was him. Additionally, Balor always wore a special pair of shoes that came to a metal covered point which made his kick pretty distinct. A second blow came, and he did the best he could to not react as he could feel a bit of blood trickle across his ribs under his loose shirt. Facial expressions were off limits for him and would only make things worse, as was moving and making sounds.

He conjured the feeling of the small warm hands, calming himself, they were the reason for this right? He was held to impossibly high standards for them. ‘I am just a tool, tools don’t feel,’ he told himself, just like he did every time. It was a reflex at this point, as natural as blinking. It was easier to convince himself that he didn’t feel the pain than to try to cope with it.

“That’s enough!” the mutt heard Corvius snap.

“Father, I can beat it for wasting your time,” he heard Balor say.

“I don’t need your help,” his master said in a pointed tone. Sometimes he almost felt sorry for Balor, he tried so hard for approval his father never gave.

“Fine,” Balor sulked, giving the mutt another firm kick in the ribs before walking out. He almost felt sorry for him…

“Up,” his master ordered harshly. “Follow.”

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Steddie Microfic December 23rd-31st Masterlist

the thing about being known by @zombiethingy | Rated G | no cw | tags: modern au, online friendship, strangers to friends to lovers

A Guiding Light on a Winter Night by @marvel-ous-m | Rated T | cw: general depictions of anxiety | tags: established relationship, steve harrington needs a hug

Cooking for Eddie by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language | tags: established relationship, future fic, fluff, cooking, eddie pov

Lay of The Autumn by @griefabyss69 | Rated M | cw: semi-public nudity

The best date that never happened by @fuctacles | Rated G | no cw

Untitled by @pearynice | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship (kinda)

beyond the pines by @ithinkicouldloveher | Rated M | cw: human/monster romance, implied parental abuse

Forest fire by @hellfireloserclub | Rated M | cw: drug use

pine avenue by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: mention of minor background characters' deaths | tags: light angst, happy ending, teacher steve, future fic (barely)

so (air) fresh & so clean by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated T | no cw | tags: mechanic steve, rock star eddie

Magnificent by @berenwrites | Rated G | no cw

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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I wanted to ask if you could write a NSFW alphabet for Gotham!Oswald Cobblepot? Aaaah sorry if that's a lot! If you can't or something I don't mind! Also maybe a fluffy (or smutty, I'm not picky) little Gotham!Riddler aftercare scene? Thank you I love ur work okay bye

Aftermath

Gotham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 400 hey my sweet! i can absolutely do some sweet aftercare!! and luckily, sweet @forkgirl has already done an amazing nsfw alphabet for gotham!oswald 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: implied nudity, sexual elements, mentions of choking (it's eddie come on) but it's mostly fluff!

The post-coital bliss was the best when it was in Edward’s company. You’d experienced good and bad love, and good and bad lovers, but Edward was so grateful, so admiring, so romantic. It was impossible not to feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world to him in those minutes once you were both satisfied.

As you regained conscious, your thoughts flooding back to you, the capacity to breathe at a regular pace finally returned to your lungs, you sighed and closed your eyes. Ed’s arm slid under your back, the other around your front, bringing you close to him, warm and tender.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and peppered your still overly sensitive skin with soft kisses. Where his fingers had once pressed tight against your throat, his palm hard against it, cutting off your breath as he rutted inside of you, your eye squeezing shut with pleasure and pressure. You could feel your skin stinging at your hips where he had grabbed them, dug into them as he pulled you closer, thrusting himself into you further. His touch was stressed, desperate. But afterwards, he was kind, gentle, giving.

With his lips apologising for the pain you had begged to receive, needlessly so, his fingers stroked at you. You grabbed his hand and linked your fingers in his.

“Why would a couple in love be imprisoned?”

“I’m not sure, Ed.”

You smiled as you waited for the answer to his riddle, and you let out a hum of satisfaction as he leant in and whispered it into your ear.

“For stealing the other’s heart.”

With a giggle, you rolled over into him, your lips meeting again as your bodies, bare and soft, were pressed together once again.

“Can I get you anything? I could make you tea, or something to eat? Or would you like to shower? I bought a towel for you to keep here and washed it with extra soft… softener… I’m talking a lot, aren’t I?”

“You always are.”

“Sorry.”

His smile faded a little. He was always self-conscious, always wary of chasing you off, of annoying you.

“Don’t be! I like it.”

He smiled at you as you corrected yourself.

“I love it.”

He leant his forehead to yours and pressed your noses together as he held you close to his chest, allowing you to fall asleep in the silence while he waited for your next desires to be spoken. He was desperate to please you.

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Warnings: suggestive! selfship-ish, candy!jax 🍫

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Really can’t post much of this- but here’s a mere corner of some candy Jax >v> 🍫

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Beware the entity of the river

Summary: The legend of the man of the night, feared by many, a warning to young women. Tags and CW: Armin x reader insert, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader has a name because I can't stand Y/N use, nothing else specified for reader. Armin is a folclorical creature based on my culture. Misogyny (not from Armin, just society), mentions of women objectification (nothing heavily described but importan to the plot), mentions of unwanted pregnancy (not from reader), ostracism, shitty parents and society, arranged marriage, major character death, tragedy, angst, not conventional portrayal of love, implied nudity (minors DNI)

“Beware the entity of the river, he shall not be approached by young women”

A warning she heard since her ears were able to understand the words. From her mother to the merchants, all the people of that village spoke the same verses.

“My dear, please come home before the sun sets”

A mother’s plea to every daughter that grew into a young woman.

“Poor tarnished girl”

When people were not spewing scorn, they pitied the young girl with a swollen stomach. Mostly the older women who were also once ostracized.

“You will be my wife no more, shame on you, shame on your father!”

The angry spit of a man who felt entitled to the young tarnished girl’s body and mind.

ºººººº

One day a young woman, whom we will nickname Nina, was returning to her home from the market, bringing freshly sliced fish wrapped in a banana leaf and cilantro in a mesh sack. Her mother watched, a worried wrinkle on her forehead, as the eldest girl approached the home with feet dirtied by sand.

“Daughter” she pleaded “Do I need to beg you to never walk home by the riverside? ”

“It is still day out there, mother”

The mother slapped Nina’s arm.

“It observes even in daylight, disguised as an ordinary animal. You are older, a grown young woman, have I taught you nothing?”

Nina nodded, not daring to evoke her mother’s worry and anger. She could only reminisce on the days she could freely walk, play and bathe by the beloved river.

ºººººº

It was a small celebration, in honor of a good sugarcane harvest, but Nina was glowing with joy. It was the first time in almost a year that she was allowed to participate in night events, with the constant and rather irritating vigilance of the men, but her heart was still leaping with happiness. She dressed in a beautiful and simple gown, a stark contrast to her old and raggedy dresses she wore everyday.

“You look beautiful” the mother said “perhaps too much beauty, take the flowers out of your hair”

Nina did so, a single tear escaping her eyes. She did not hold her mother in a grudge, the older woman’s worried features revealed her fear: the entity loved beautiful women.

ºººººº

Nina still walked by the riverside. The dark sand dirtying her feet and the water shyly touching her toes. Oh, if her mother knew of this. Mother would tell father, and father was an angry man. But Nina felt no remorse, it was daylight, the entity could only observe as she strolled and spoke to the breeze. She wanted to see the river’s beauty when the sky was dark, appreciate the cold and dark water and the loud crickets and owls. She yearned for the night, she yearned for the river.

One day, Nina’s father enrolled in a long journey, taking his only son to be blessed in the deep sea waters. This occurrence left their home in the care of the women, which was never out of the ordinary. At least that was Nina’s prediction. Without her vigilant father and overly inconvenient brother, the young woman did what she always yearned for. She took the marriage band from her mother’s bedside table, tied it into her own wrist and quietly left her home, diving into the moonlit night.

ºººººº

The river was already a beautiful shade of dark brown during the day, but under the moon rays it looked obsidian black. Nina was mesmerized, sitting in the small pier with her feet in the water, it had been a while since she was there and nothing happened. Nina believed her mother’s marriage band was protecting her from the entity, just like the old woman from the fruit stand said. Nina recalled her conversations with the all knowing elder.

“A wedding band can protect you, it protected my sister”

Nina was pulled out of her thoughts when movement caught her attention. Ripples formed in the center of the river, the young woman was afraid it could be a bigger animal and quickly took her feet out of the water, but remained seated on the wooden boards. It was dark, but still lit enough for her to see something peek out of the water.

“It’s just a log” Nina whispered to herself “logs do that sometimes”

In the middle of the dark colored river, a slender shape of a person slowly arose. His features were beautifully illuminated by the moonlight and the silver shimmer seemed to move with him. He was gliding through the water, gradually revealing his nude and immaculate torso, his eyes were a stunning shape of blue that glowed in the dark ambience, his blond hair reflected as a halo of white. Watching him approaching was tantalizing, seductive and also strange. He moved as if he was a stealthy predator but also a sweet long lost lover.

Nina was breathless as he stood a few steps away from her, his lower body still covered by the water, but enough was exposed for her to insinuate he was completely nude. His bright eyes were pinned on hers, up close Nina could see how soft and also sharp his face was. He had a confusing beauty, almost inhumanly so. Nina wondered, in the brief seconds, if this marvelous man was the so called entity that stole young women and left them to bear his child.

“Who are you?” Nina whispered.

“I have many names” his voice was like the flight of an owl, perfectly soft and soothing.

“What name can you give me?” she said.

She should be terrified of him. She was certain it was the entity in front of her, nude as a newborn, too out of this world to be a mere man. Nina should do as her mother taught her, run from the entity of the river, never look at it, never speak to it.

“I give you the name of Armin” he said.

“Armin” she repeated.

His eyes shut momentaneously, his face contorted in a satisfied feeling.

“Are you the entity?” Nina asks without thinking.

He opened his eyes, they were so bright and blue, his flushed and plush lips curved in a gentle smile.

“One of my names, I believe, although it is not my favorite”

Nina was expecting him to be monstrous physically, evil on the inside, ready to drag her to the depths of the river. But he only stood there, calmly speaking with her.

“Are you going to hurt me?” she whispers.

Armin sighed as if he heard that before, as if it was a foolish statement.

“I will not hurt you, I will not stop you from leaving, I will not…do what they say that I do”

"Then what will you do to me?"

"Whatever your heart desires"

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Armin only resurfaced as a man at night, he had told Nina he turned into a rose-colored porpoise during the day and swam through the deep waters. Nina was not able to visit him often but whenever the opportunity came it was an established event. Nina asked him many questions and he answered them all. Every visit, not even once, he touched her or even left the water. She started to question if the villagers were mistaken, if Armin was not this dangerous entity that seduced women and cursed them to bear his children.

“What do you mean?” she asked in confusion when he denied fathering all those children.

“Those poor ostracized women do not have my children” he explained “only some have seen me or shared words with me, and even then, I have never touched them”

“Then why are people so afraid of you?” she was angry “why would people fear monger about how monstrous you are when those women were never in your vicinity?”

“I do not know, but it pains me” he said “I am made to love, but I only receive fear”

Nina was growing sure that the entire legend about the entity of the river was just a lie. If it was all to keep the young girls under a heavy control, to free the man who got them pregnant from all guilt and responsibility out of wedlock. She bursted with anger that day, unfair that those dirty men were the reason poor girls were shunned, unfair that Armin, such a beautiful and gentle creature, was receiving the blame.

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One night, it was a new moon and Nina could not see anything, stumbling into the sand and trying to walk onto the pier. She felt the wood boards beneath her feet, slowly walking towards the edge, as usual, but this time she walked too far right and fell into the water. The cold river felt like needles on her body and she desperately emerged, hyperventilating due to the temperature. Two hands laced under her arms and effortlessly lifted her up to the pier.

"Nina" Armin's voice pulled her back from the cold induced despair.

She was still breathing rapidly, clothes soaked and the wind worsening the sensation. Nina turned to her back, trying to soothe her breathing, and found Armin’s face above her. He seemed worried, holding her shoulders.

“It is a dark night, you should not have come”

As the shock slowly passed, Nina noticed that Armin was sitting beside her on the pier. He never left the water before but she knew he never wore clothes, and he was most definitely nude at that moment. The cold sensation on her face soon warmed due to embarrassment, she closed her eyes.

“Forgive me, It was the only opportunity I had” she said.

He nodded, helping her sit up by cradling the back of her neck and supporting her lower back. Nina thanked him softly, trying to stop her body from shaking and now noticing the mistake of wearing a white gown to see him. Covering her front, she tried to stand up.

“Can you do it on your own?” he asked and Nina nodded.

Her legs were trembling but she was able to stand and pathetically fix the gown sticking to her figure.

“I would accompany you home, but I think this would cause you even more trouble”

“I want to stay” she retorted “I might not have another opportunity so soon”

She was shielding her body from his view, but turned her face enough to stare at his blue eyes. His lips were curled in a small smile.

“I will never leave this river, you will find me here until the very day you die”

She knew he was an entity, but sometimes he seemed so…common, it confused Nina. He was so beautifully young, a man in his golden years, but Armin also carried eyes older than all the women of Nina’s legacy.

“I feel impatient” she whispered “I yearn for…”

“No” he said, face hardening “for your own good, do not do this”

She was even more confused. He was always so open to her visits, he must have known how attached Nina became. Why deny her what she wanted?

“You said ‘whatever your heart desires’ ”

“But not this” he said “I know how it starts and how it ends. It pains me”

With that, he stood up and jumped back into the water, not resurfacing for a goodbye.

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It took her months to visit again, at least during the night. She still walked by the river in daylight, hoping to see a rose porpoise in the distance but never catching sight of it. She wanted Armin to know she was still there, remembering him, waiting for another opportunity to visit and speak to him in the dead of the night. Nina was being consumed by her desire, her life at home becoming more and more difficult.

“I have to marry her to someone before she turns into a complete shame” her father once said to her mother, Nina only listening behind the door.

It was true, Nina was too old to still live with her family. Her father was always angry at her adventurous spirit, taming her with hurtful words and blaming her mother for how Nina came to be. It was a matter of time until father sold her to a disgusting son of a fisherman or farmer, where she would be imprisoned giving birth to children after children, not having any free will over her body and mind.

Nina cried out of anger, so much anger that it boiled and spilled out of her. Fueled by the feeling, one night she cooked dinner with her mother, discreetly adding a concoction of valeriana on everyone’s portion while she served each plate. That night, with all of her family in a deep sleep, she ran to the riverside.

“Armin” she whispered to the river “please, do not leave me”

The water did not move, for long minutes she counted with the help of her drumming heart, the water did not move.

“I need to see you, I will soon be imprisoned to live the cursed life of my mother”

Long long heartbeats passed that finally brought her movement. The familiar shape arose from the water in a familiar grace, revealing Armin’s beautiful being.

“I am here” he said.

Nina did not think before jumping into the river, the cold sensation not as bad as the previous visit due to the summer time, but still cold enough to knock the wind out of her lungs. She kept swimming, trying to reach him, but Armin crossed the remaining distance at a fast pace. He took her hands to support her body in the water, but Nina embraced him instead. His hands were soft but his embrace was firm, his skin was warm despite being constantly in the water, he smelled of sandal and rain. Nina warmed her face on his neck, afraid he would reject her.

“You will shiver” he said, voice tickling her ears.

“I do not care about it” she whispered “I might as well die of the shivers, it would bring me more joy than the life I’ll have ahead”

“Do not say that” he spoke louder “do not say those things to me”

She lifted her head, gazing at his face so close to hers their noses almost touched.

“I am doomed, Armin” tears started to spill “He will sell me like an old goat”

His right arm left her back and cradled her face, wiping the tears. He cupped the side of her face in such a delicate manner, as if afraid his touch could break her.

“I wish I could help. I swear I wish I could free you from them” he said.

Nina cried copiously, her breathing unsteady and hiccups forming. Armin embraced her tightly, slowly bringing her shaking figure back to the pier. Nina sat there, with Armin still in the water. She could not even bother with her white gown sticking to her body, the sadness taking all of her shame away.

“Be sincere with me, Armin” her voice was still shaken.

He nodded.

“You said you were made to love” she started “do you feel love for me now?”

“I do”

“It is what my heart desires”

“I know” he affirmed.

“Is it why I find myself so drawn to this river? to you?”

He smiled, hand reaching into her face and caressing her.

“I can only reveal myself to the ones who seek love” he whispered back “It is my true and only nature, gift love to the ones who gift me their own hearts”

“It is unfair” she said “you were made to love but you can never have them”

“I know, It does hurt me to see all the ones I ever loved from the depths of this river” he said “I loved many, I lost all of them to life, just like I will lose you”

“I cannot do this” she said “I cannot accept my fate, Armin”

“What will you do?” he asked.

ºººººº

The man her father arranged to imprison her was just like him. An angry and rude young man who only saw her with the image of a sack of coins or a piece of land. She wanted to scream in hatred sitting beside him during dinner with both families, Nina would have taken pleasure in poisoning the entire food table but the presence of her mother and sisters stopped her from doing so. Instead she stayed there, not a word spoken or a harsh movement, playing the stupid engaged woman role. Nina had to pretend to not think, to not care about any of this, just like she did every day of her life. Pretend, pretend, pretend.

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Valeriana was doing its wonders and Nina was already by the riverside, not bothering with the cold once she stripped her gown off and entered the dark water. She soon saw as he emerged from the deeper part of the water, gliding in her direction and welcoming her into his arms. His eyes were a dull blue color, it had been for a while, revealing the sadness crawling through his face with Nina’s decision. She nuzzled into his neck, a deep relieved breath leaving her lungs. His lips ran across her temple, leaving a soft kiss.

“Are you sure?” he said “there is no way to reverse this”

“I am certain, Armin” she whispered “I feel joyous, more than I have ever felt”

“The ones who love you on land might not understand”

“It does not matter to me” she lifted her head, touching their noses and curling her lips with the first smile of freedom.

Armin nodded, holding her tighter and locking her legs around his waist. His eyes sent her a question, a last permission, to which she nodded. Armin calmly and lovingly kissed her lips, slowly submerging with her into the dark waters.

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Armin had mourned many lovers, to the point he had no tears to cry anymore. She laid there, lifeless despite the smile on her face. Her body was colder than it should be while he rocked her back and forth on his arms, the wooden boards of the pier hurting his soft skin but he refused to leave her until sunlight came. He kissed her face, cradled her body closer, hummed in grief, not feeling her heart and the love she emanated anymore. He cursed his existence like he did many times before, cursed his inability to deny his lovers whatever they wanted. Cursed her decision knowing it was her right in light of the unfair world she grew up in.

The first sun rays tickled his damp skin, announcing his need to transform. He let go of her naked body painfully, wanting to protect her dignity when they found her, but she had begged him to do otherwise.

“Let them find me here, Armin. Naked and a disgrace to their life, right by the river I love, let my spirit cry in delight”

Her words haunted him, but Nina felt so certain he did not have the courage to disrespect her wishes. With a last kiss to her cold lips, he jumped into the water and transformed.

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KNOCKOUTS: Hello, Melancholic! (2019 - 20)

Hello, Melancholic! is a three volume series by Yayoi Ohsawa about girls playing music.

Shy first-year high schooler Minato Asano has managed to keep to her resolve of avoiding unnecessary interactions with others. But this resolve becomes all for naught the moment she hears a random melody within the grounds of a school not known for having a music club; the source of the sound is the bubbly second-year Hibiki Sugawa, who has actively sought out Minato to get the easily-flustered girl to join her new concert club. Finding that the drummer will not take no for an answer, Minato is persuaded to bring her trombone and meet the other band members: bass guitarist Chika Inagaki; flutist Sakiko Arita; and Ema Nonaka, who occasionally drops by with her skills on the saxophone, guitar, and piano. Though wary of the group at first, Minato slowly finds herself opening up to people once more as she casually jams with Hibiki and the other members. - MAL

ENG localised by Seven Seas & JP available on eBookJapan.

CWs under the cut. General severity rating: very mild.

off-screen / implied sex w the secondary couple + some very mild nudity.

teacher/student <- the submitter said that a minor character is in a relationship with a teacher and that it doesn't come up much; i trust that to be the case but be reassured that it comes up so little that i didnt notice it at all until i checked through the submitted cws djbhv

bullying <- from the girls in minato's last club

#knockouts #hello melancholic

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Yk it's bad when you draw angst art of an OC a day after you make them lol

CW - Minor gore, nonsexual nudity, overall distress, religious themes/implied religious trauma, scopophobia

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Love's Web, Part 4

Ooooooo they kissed. What else is gonna happen?

CW: CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. There's not really much spoilers for ATSV but they're coming. Nudity. Makeout session.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse. Angst.

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"Miguel," Altaira popped her head into her office. His eyes darted to hers as he was just admiring her desktop background again.

"Yes?"

"I have to run to the supply room to get some stuff. Are you okay here?"

"Sure," he replied quietly. She nodded and closed the door again, and he heard another door open and close, followed by quick footsteps down the hall.

Miguel went back to his task, opening a web browser again when he heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

Where he was expecting to see a short blonde woman with an armful of stuff stood a demon as tall as he who frowned just as deeply as he did to see the other instead of said woman.

"Oh, hello," Diavolo greeted him civilly.

"Hello," Miguel replied coldly, looking back to the screen.

The Demon Lord was quiet for a moment as his senses told him what had transpired here. He could still smell the leftover arousal from her, his senses showing him the mental image of her sprawled out on her desk. To his disgust, he could sense the spiderman's arousal and knowing where he was standing a while ago, too. The prince knew they didn't get too far, but a growl started to percolate in his chest until he snapped out of his jealous haze.

"Did you need something?" Miguel asked while looking up from under his brows with a scowl.

"I did. However, I was just reminded of something else. Why don't we take a walk, Mr. O'Hara?"

Miguel instantly saw through the prince's plan but agreed nonetheless. "Fine." Though, he also hated being called that.

Diavolo walked out of the office, and Miguel stalked behind him, following the prince out into the hall and down a ways to Diavolo's office.

"How are you finding your accommodations so far?" Diavolo asked a bit nicer then as they walked in.

"They're fine. Altaira has made sure I have everything I need," Miguel answered, making sure to throw it in the prince's face.

"Ah, I expect nothing less. Have a seat," Diavolo replied, walking to his office chair and gesturing toward a visitor's chair. Miguel sat, and the Demon Lord continued. "Altaira is a lovely hostess and guide. She's quite acquainted with demon life and is who we trust to make sure our guests are comfortable when we have them."

"She's quite spectacular at everything she does," Miguel replied, sitting back and crossing a leg, looking cocky.

"Indeed." Diavolo side-eyed his guest and looked away at a painting in the office, "The Birth of Venus." Her favorite painting.

"So why don't you actually tell me why you wanted to talk to me, instead of disguising this as a check-in and a "walk," hm?" Miguel finally asked with an exasperated and annoyed tone.

"At least you have your wit. I'll be clear then. My trusted butler Barbatos has done some research about you, because you see, I need to know that you're not going to destroy my realm and the people within it, my people," Diavolo explained.

"I assure you, I didn't mean to end up here," Miguel quipped.

"Of course not. But I don't think you're making quick progress of trying to leave because something has caught your eye," the prince offered in return. "Or someone."

Miguel smirked and chuckled darkly. "Oh, tonto, I'm afraid you've missed your chance. You should've made your move sooner. Let's skip the pleasantries, chico fresa."

[Idiot; Snobby boy/bratty boy]

"Very well. Barbatos found that not only did you pretty much destroy an earth in another universe, but you're not quite a stand-up superhero that you would like us to believe," Diavolo informed him coolly.

Miguel scowled and raised a brow. "I work in a society that now prevents universe-destroying events like that. As for the rest, I never claimed to be a superhero. I never claimed I'm always the good guy. I try to be, but sometimes I have to make hard decisions, and I don't always like what I have to do."

"Hard decisions like infidelity?" Diavolo asked.

"What are you talking about?" Miguel asked in reply, sounding angry.

"In Altaira's world, you're nothing more than–"

Knock knock

"Diavolo? Is Miguel with you?" Altaira asked on the other side of the door.

"Come in, Altaira," Diavolo called out, his tone instantly sweetening at her name.

She waltzed in and looked relieved at the sight of Miguel, causing the him to look rather smug.

"I left him in my office while I went to the store room but when I came back he was gone. I could hear you talking as I walked by, so I'd thought I'd ask. I'm glad I did," she explained, looking pleased.

"Of course. We were checking in," Diavolo said with a smile and adoring eyes at her. Miguel rolled his eyes until she came into view and looked up at her innocently.

"Oh good! Well, I got what I needed. I'd actually like to go run some errands. Let's head out, Miguel," she explained cheerfully. "That is, if you're done with your conversation."

"Yes," they said in unison, a little tense.

Miguel stood after Altaira walked away, and then he hung back for a second so she was out of earshot before looking over his shoulder at Diavolo.

"You had three years. Don't pretend it's anyone's fault but your own," Miguel stated before walking away, closing the door behind him.

Diavolo waited a few minutes, staring ahead, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, he slammed his fist onto the desk with an echoing smack and stood, whirling around to look out of his office window to see Miguel helping her into her car and closing the door like a gentleman.

"Damn him," Diavolo growled. There was no one who got quite under his skin like that man did. In another life, they could've gotten along, but if that human mutant wasn't trying to steal the prince's reason for existing, he supposed no one would get to know if that were true.

And if he had to hurt her a little to make her understand, well, he'd have to apologize later.

---

"The House seems a little empty," Miguel observed, walking in with Altaira.

"Yeah, I may have bamboozled the boys into leaving for the evening. We have a short week at the academy, so tomorrow is technically the start of a long weekend," she explained as she walked.

"You did? Do tell," he replied playfully. He followed her into her bedroom.

"I made them all think I was going to The Fall, the biggest club here, so of course they all went thinking we could hang out," she answered. "Am I terrible?" She asked as she stood with her back to him.

He approached and placed his hands on her hips, her back pressed to his front as he leaned down.

"I think smart is a better description," he murmured. Keeping one hand on her hip, his other hand began to caress her upper arm, his mouth pressing kisses into the side of her head.

"You weren't kidding about not forgetting," she chuckled nervously.

"Well, we don't have to do anything if you're not up to it," he murmured in her hair.

"I got us the house to ourselves for a reason," she replied. "But... let's just go slow."

"As you wish, cosita linda," he murmured against her hair.

She turned around, still in his grasp, and took his hands in hers. Then, she slowly walked backward to guide both of them to her bed. She sat and swung her legs over to lay down, and he followed after her, climbing on top of her. He held himself up as he looked down at her.

"Eres hermosa, bombón, truly. Let me show you as much," he murmured.

[You are beautiful]

She nodded, and he leaned down to kiss her again. His lips stayed soft, kissing her delicately as if she were porcelain, but that contrasted to how he grabbed her thighs firmly, not painfully. Immediately, she spread them out for him to slot himself between. He leaned his torso into her and massaged her thighs in his hands, molding them how he saw fit. Keeping one hand there, the other came up to caress her chest, trickling down and to the side as his fingers dug into the plush flesh of her stomach. She went stiff for a minute, and he stopped.

"Does that hurt?" He asked quietly.

"No, I just... that's... I don't like that part," she mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

"I do," he grunted with pinched brows. "You're soft. I like how you feel in my hands."

He squeezed her again but dove for her neck to kiss her there, causing her to gasp and arch into him. A deep chuckle resonated in his chest.

"I'm sensitive there..." she whimpered. He lavishly licked one spot followed by intensely sucking there, causing her to squirm and moan a little louder.

"There she is," he purred with a smile. "Let me make you feel good, cosita linda."

She nodded and rasped a "Yes" just before he went back to sucking and nibbling on that spot on her neck. His hand left her stomach to come back up and gently grasp her breast, instantly receiving another deep arch as she pushed herself into him and another moan.

"You're so sensitive, amorcito," he chuckled again. "It's adorable."

[Little love]

"Miguel," she moaned outright. Now, that was a sound he wanted to hear again. Her moaning his name sounded better than any music. If he had to hear his name again, he wanted to hear it like that all the time, and only from her.

"You have to tell me what you want, azúcar," he murmured against her neck.

"T-Touch me," she replied.

"Touch you where?" He teased her again.

"Anywhere," she rasped. "I just need to feel you."

"Are you saying you need me? That's a far stretch from what you were saying days ago, mi tesoro," he gloated, taking his hand and slowly slipping it under her RAD uniform blouse.

[My treasure]

"And now you're calling me sugar, treasure, and pretty little thing, where you were saying I was a stubborn mule and a rich brat," she mumbled. He could hear the sting in her words.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" He whispered into the shell of her ear before pulling away to look at her.

"Show me why I should," she looked up at him with innocent wide eyes.

He smirked down at her and kissed her again, pushing her shirt up. "Can we take this off?"

"Yes."

And, within seconds, it was gone. He made his mind up he wouldn't tear her clothes up, especially the uniform. But that didn't mean he had to take his time removing it.

His eyes traveled lower, taking in the span of her torso, the dark navy and black lace bra she wore. He saw her round and soft stomach, how her waist nipped in to give her such a full hourglass shape. The faded stretch marks across her abdomen he instinctively traced his fingertips down were beautiful as well.

When he was done, he glanced up at her and saw how she refused to look at him, head turned to the side with a fiery blush on her neck, chest, and the shells of her ears. Without saying a word, he sank lower and began kissing her stomach, his hands settling on the curve of her waist to hold her in place. He started mumbling his praises in Spanish, far past what she understood. Little hickies were left across her stomach. Miguel sank lower, planting kisses above the waistband of her skirt, and he slipped one of her thighs up to rest on his shoulder.

Her moans and sighs were soft but becoming more consistent. She didn't fight him or push him away, because she truly had never felt so... worshipped.

The two were so wrapped up in each other that when her bedroom door flew open to slam against the wall, they nearly jumped out of their skins as their heads snapped to see Mammon standing there, breathing hard and looking down at the floor with his hands on his knees.

"I knew– Heh, hang on, gotta– okay, I knew you were trouble!" He barked, sounding out of breath. When he looked up, he shrieked as an angry spiderman was bounding toward him with fangs bared and talons out. "Shit!"

Miguel chased the second born out of the room and down the halls, up the stairs, and all over the house, shouting obscenities in Spanish for interrupting and barging in. Altaira sighed and got up to close the door, deciding Mammon could meet his own fate for what he did, without her bailing him out for a bit. She got undressed and found some lounge clothes to wear. With a big sigh, she laid herself on her bed again, face up toward the ceiling. She held up her hands and saw how they still lightly trembled from her nervousness. Her hands dropped to clasp one another over her chest, her brows pinched as she thought deeply.

Do I... love him? How could I?

---

A while later, Miguel finally reappeared, running his fingers through his hair and a hand on his waist as he walked into her room. It was dark, and he could make out her figure on her bed, laying on her side and wrapped in her blankets. With a sigh, he deactivated his suit and slipped into his lounge clothes as well, approaching her quietly. When he placed a hand down next to her, she instantly looked up at him over her shoulder and then scooted over to make room while relinquishing some of the blanket. He slid in silently and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"Did you get 'em?" She murmured softly with a slight playfulness.

"He's currently plastered against the wall upside down. Surely someone will get him down," he mumbled in her ear. "Are you upset with me, bombón?"

"No, I just have a lot on my mind," she replied truthfully.

"Hmm. You can tell me," he countered.

"I will when I'm ready," she answered. He looked down at her over his nose, not liking the sound of that, but he held her tighter nonetheless.

"As you wish," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

And that's all that was said for a while. He waited for her to become still, her body relaxing into his, and her soft breathing to turn into soft snores to know she was fully asleep. He played with her hair as he lay awake, a myriad of things on his mind too. Thoughts of home plagued him, wondering if Jess and the team were handling things without him.

When Altaira kicked her leg in her sleep, he entangled her in his so she'd stop, and his mind quickly shifted gears to her. He thought about the ramifications of what he was doing. Would this disrupt anything? Could he have her? Did she want him to have her? Would she be willing to leave this place?

He wasn't entirely sure, and being so uncertain wasn't necessarily new to him, given the nature of his work, but it didn't make it any easier either.

She moved again, murmuring something as he watched her grip the sheets in front of her. His thoughts melted away as his focus shifted to her in the moment. He could feel her heart starting to pound in her chest, her body heat starting to climb. His hand came to rest on her temple as he whispered to her, hoping to ease her troubles.

"Estoy aquí," he murmured softly.

[I'm here]

Oh, how far he'd fallen in such a short time for one little woman.

"No te dejaré."

[I won't leave you]

So, so far.

---

The next morning, Miguel left her to sleep a little longer as he got up to peruse the House's pantry. As he was sifting through what was available, he heard a deep sigh, followed by someone clearing his throat.

"Good morning, Miguel," Lucifer said. Miguel closed the pantry and turned to face the eldest brother. "I made us coffee. Why don't we talk?"

"You know, I'm not sure if I'm a fan of the "talks" demons like to have," Miguel quipped as he watched Lucifer hand him a full cup of steaming brown liquid. The eldest chuckled.

"No, I'm afraid you're right. However, let's continue this outside," he replied, leading Miguel to the back and outside near the cemetery on the House property.

"Well?" Miguel prompted Lucifer.

"I saw the new art on the wall in the hallway of the foyer. A nice touch, but I did have to take it down. Having Mammon splattered to the wall almost naked ruined my appetite," Lucifer stated.

"A shame," Miguel replied.

"Nonetheless, he did mean well. I do apologize for his abrupt interruption. He's fond of Altaira, you see. He's the one who clings to her the most out of all of us," Lucifer went on to explain. When his companion didn't speak, he continued. "We all care for her deeply. But I do think out of all my brothers, I'm the most reasonable."

The Avatar then turned to face Miguel completely while taking a sip.

"And?"

"And I understand that she's special. Altaira is unlike any human we've met. Much more than just caring for her, we love her deeply. But as the eldest, and trying to be respectful of her desires, I want you to know, you can only have her if you care and love her more deeply than we do. I can't speak on behalf of our prince because hell only knows how he feels about this, but you have to treat her better than we do. She is loved and adored by an entire realm, and it won't be easy to let her go if that's something you two decide," Lucifer explained.

"What is Diavolo's problem anyway?" Miguel asked. Lucifer smiled down in his cup and looked off to the treeline beyond the cemetery.

"He loves her. He wants to marry her. But his duties stop him each and every time. He's worried about what the nobility would think," he answered. He looked back to Miguel. "A demon, a royal demon, marrying a human is unprecedented."

"Even as loved as she is by your people?"

Lucifer nodded and looked away again. "Even then. She can't provide what the realm would want from the prospective royal match. And we can't deny as progressive as we are becoming, unfortunately, there are still those with enough power to cause an uproar if they were upset by such a move on Diavolo's part."

"What do you mean by that? Not providing?" Miguel asked with a brow raised and head tilted. He finally took a drink of his coffee and nearly spat it out from its dark taste.

"I can't answer that," Lucifer replied with a sigh. "She would have to tell you more about herself. Otherwise, she's a perfect match for the prince." He finally looked back to the spiderman. "So I ask that you don't screw this up, and watch where you walk. Diavolo's outwardly kind, but he's no fool. He's aware that he is slowly losing his chance with her by you being here, so you can expect him to make calculative moves until he decides what to do– with you or her."

"And why are you telling me this? And if you say you love her as well, then why didn't you make your move?"

The Avatar of Pride chuckled deeply. "I did, two years ago. But back then, she was still holding out for Diavolo, so she turned me down." Lucifer turned serious again. "As for why I'm telling you this, well, I do still love her, so I want what's best for her. If that's you, then so be it. But if she chooses Diavolo, I want you to know that you'll have to let her go, just as I did. Just like Diavolo won't stand for the destruction of his world, I won't tolerate the destruction of my family, and that includes her."

"I see. You're right, you do seem to be the reasonable one. But I thought you were his right hand? Wouldn't you also be telling me to leave her alone?" Miguel asked suspiciously.

"I have to follow his commands. He has not made such a command... yet. And, I will say, affairs of the heart weren't in my job description when I took this on. He is on his own to woo her," Lucifer answered. He then looked at the time and sighed. "She'll be awake soon. Mammon is making breakfast today."

Miguel shivered. "Right, I believe we'll be eating elsewhere." Lucifer chuckled and nodded, gesturing back toward the House to head that way.

---

Miguel knocked at her bedroom door after his talk with Lucifer, and when he heard no reply, he walked in anyway. Just as he turned around after closing the door, he saw the bathroom door open to Altaira walking out completely naked aside from the towel wrapped up in her hair. Their eyes immediately glued to one another. After a few seconds of silence, she immediately took a step back and slammed the door shut.

He blinked a couple of times before padding over to the door and softly knocking on it.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

There was a little whimper, and then the door opened again. This time, she was wrapped in a larger towel to hide herself.

"Altaira," he murmured to her. He took hold of her chin and tilted her head back as he kissed her with a smile on his lips. "Hermosa, you really know how to work me up."

She pulled her chin away and looked down, immediately inching away.

"Bombón, did I upset you?"

"I..." she started to say and then stopped. She trembled a bit, leaning against the doorframe.

"Cariño, come here," he murmured, gathering her into his arms. "Don't be ashamed. I love how you look."

[Dear]

"That's not how I wanted you to see me for the first time..." she finally replied, her voice wavering.

"Then I'll pretend I saw nothing," he replied with a playful lilt. "And you can show me when you're ready."

That seemed to help her as she finally relaxed into his hold, her face rubbing against his sternum.

"Is Mammon alive?"

"Barely. The oldest got him down," he replied.

"That's a turn of events. Usually Lucifer is the one stringing him up," she quipped. "He must've felt bad for Mammon." She then walked across the room.

"Bombón," Miguel called to her. She looked at him over her shoulder as she pawed through her closet. That one look alone made him feel weak. "What would you say to a date to get to know each other more?"

Her eyes shined with delight. "Sure! Any particular requests?" She seemed happy with such an ask.

"Just somewhere where we can talk privately and openly," he answered.

"I know the place."

---

"What is this?" Miguel asked.

"This is Diavolo's private beach. The brothers and I are the few who have total access to it at any time," she replied.

"Ah, so picnic on the beach?"

"Yes!" She said excitedly. They both got out of her car and walked around back to grab the blankets and takeout boxes they got on the way there.

The two walked out to the beach, just a few feet from the shoreline to find their spot. Miguel laid out the blanket and started digging down the corners so it'd stay put. Altaira set up the food, wine, and a small speaker hooked up to her D.D.D. to play music.

When the two were settled, she opened a bottle of vintage blush wine and began pouring it.

"What? No red?" He asked incredulously, but clearly joking. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't act like you care for it either. Sorry, and no cerveza for us. I prefer this," she replied. "Plus, I wanted to be a little classy."

"Rosé drinker, got it. Maybe I should call you rosíta," he replied. She smiled and bumped her shoulder against his.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

Miguel was silent for a moment, his lips pursing and staring out into the waters. Altaira got out her device and began playing soft jazz music and switching the beach setting from sunset to nighttime, the moon high in the sky to provide them with light.

"I want us to get to know each other better, and more deeply. I think it would help both of us," he answered. "I'll go first since this is my idea."

She nodded and he continued.

"I told you I lead a small elite force that watches over the multiverse to ensure its propagation," he said first. She nodded again. "I never told you why I started this team..."

He then explained what he had done in the past, and why he did it. She watched him with pinched brows, looking away every so often as if to analyze certain points he talked about. When he was done, he said,

"I try to stop others from meeting the same fate as me."

She moved away to face the waters, looking out to the ocean with a solemn face.

"I can't fault you for any of that."

He was silent, waiting for more.

"But...?"

"There's no but," she murmured, her eyes cast downward then. "You have to make hard decisions, and you tried to do something to find happiness, only leading to destruction. I get it."

"You sound..."

"Heartbroken," she replied quietly.

"Why?"

It was her turn to look away, her face harshly pensive.

"Because that's something I can't give you. I can't give anyone," she answered with a bitter bite to her tone. Her head turned slightly as she looked at him in her preferal. "Have you heard what they call me? The demons?"

"What?"

---

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