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demonpiratehuntress · 3 months

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baby (name)! (Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, Brook, Chopper)

featuring - Dracule Mihawk x F!Reader, Buggy x F!Reader, Shanks x F!Reader, Brook x F!Reader, Chopper x F!Reader

summary - you somehow get turned into a baby and they have to spend 24 hours babysitting you

warnings - my first time writing for ALL of these characters, so i'm sorry if i get their characters wrong! im only 416 episodes into the anime. i tried my best!

a/n - this was requested by @faioula16, i hope you like it!

MIHAWK

This could honestly go either way. This guy is unpredictable and even you never know what his next move will be. But you're his faithful and loving girlfriend, so there are some exceptions when it comes to you. Like when some deranged devil fruit user turns you into a baby, and Mihawk could have had someone else take care of you, but he wanted to do it himself. He was curious, now that it was you who was an infant.

But that may also be because a witness to the scene had expressed fear for infant you, saying that Mihawk was too cold and ruthless to take care of a baby. He didn't need to prove otherwise, and he didn't want to, but something just gnawed at him. Protectiveness, maybe. You were in such a vulnerable state right now, only he could protect you and care for you.

It had absolutely nothing to do at all with the fact that you looked so adorable staring at him with your big (eye colour) eyes, reaching out to tap his because the strange colour fascinated you. No, it had nothing to do with how cute your excited squeal was every time he picked you up or looked at you. He was absolutely not entranced by your cute little smile or how you clung to him with little hands that could barely hold his one finger. Absolutely not.

Mihawk is actually a pretty good babysitter. But only for you. He will sit and read to you with you on his lap, trying not to smile when you giggle and smack the book, always catching you when you lunged forward excitedly and almost fell off his lap. He will never finish the story, but he reads to you anyway because you seem to like it...for a little while.

"(Name), no!"

He almost had a heart attack when he set you down for one second to put the book away, and you almost fell off the table because you were trying to crawl to him. Your eyes filled with tears when he yelled, even if he hadn't meant to sound angry. His gaze softened, and he picked up and cradled you against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"It's alright, I won't hurt you. You're fine, little one."

And then you really are fine, your little body comforted by his actions and words. They lull you into sleep, and soon you rest on his shoulder and fall into a deep sleep, gripping his shirt collar tightly in your tiny fist.

"Sleep well, (Name)."

When you awake, in your usual adult form, you're too nervous to suggest it, but thankfully Mihawk is thinking the same thing.

"I think I'd like a little you or me to keep me company."

BUGGY

Buggy is horrible with children. I mean he's not great with people, but he is absolutely, terrifyingly not good with kids at all. So when you were somehow turned into a tiny human being who could barely stand on two legs, he was shocked. And slightly scared, though he would never admit it. You were the only person he genuinely liked, so he tried not to be too...rough, with your little form. Picking you up was as far as he got, but even then he held you out awkwardly like a football.

And then you squealed and happily reached for his nose, the bright red circular appendage attracting your attention instantly. Now, Buggy was sensitive about his nose, but he let you touch it. A testament to how much he liked you. And, if he were being honest, you were actually kind of cute squeezing his nose like that until he couldn't breath-

Exhale out the mouth.

When he remembered he could use his mouth to breathe, he smiled a little at how much you were enjoying yourself playing with his nose. You even touched his makeup and all his markings, out of curiosity. Your eyes were bright with confusion but also fascination, and it did something weird to Buggy. Made him feel...warm inside?

Then he decided to, experimentally, see what your reaction to his devil fruit would be in this tiny form. He set you down on the floor again, and then detached his hand. Your eyes went wide and you instantly covered your eyes with your small hands, your bottom lip trembling. He panicked, tripping over himself and falling into a tangled heap in front of you. You peeked between your fingers to see this, then burst out into cute laughter. Buggy almost glared at you, but then remembered you were just a baby and instead picked himself up and smiled - or rather tried his best not to smile like a maniac - at you.

Then you saw his floating hand, and grabbed it.

"No no, (Name), that's not-"

You stuck his fingers in your mouth, and he groaned. You just giggled innocently, and only then did he realise his devil fruit could be a source of entertainment for you. He detached multiple limbs and floated them around, watching as you squealed in glee and crawled around trying to catch them.

Were you actually having fun because of him?

When he finally put his body back together again, you pouted but crawled up to his leg and hugged it, gurgling happily as if to thank him. He was stunned. He slowly picked you up and you offered him a toothless smile, before yawning. Still unsure, he laid you on his shoulder and awkwardly patted your back, but that seemed to work because you slowly fell asleep.

When you woke up again, finally an adult, you grinned at him, "Shall we make you a father?"

SHANKS

It was his fault, really. He picked the fight, contrary to his usual behaviour. But that guy had said something about you, and he couldn't ignore it, so of course he acted. And now here you were, a tiny baby fisting his shirt in your tiny hand and looking up at him with big, curious (eye colour) eyes. He had experience with children, of course, having spent some time with Luffy. But you were so small, so delicate.

"Captain, what-"

He ignored the confused questions from his crew as he brought you back on board the ship, immediately taking you to his quarters. It shouldn't last long, he reminded himself, but he still felt guilty. Though that quickly disappeared when you giggled and crawled around his quarters, knocking things over and hiding with a loud giggle when he caught you.

"Oi, (Name)!" He tried to sound stern, he really did, but his laugh have his mood away. You stuck your head out from under his bed and stuck your tiny tongue out at him, and he burst out laughing. "Oh, you're cute, sweetheart."

He lifted you up again and you squealed excitedly and reached for his hair, the bright colour attracting your attention. He grinned and put you on his head, keeping his hands on your small waist, and soon felt you tug on his red strands. You were giggling and pulling and kicking your legs happily, so he endured the pain just for your sake. It was very cute how you thought his hair was a toy, and by the time you got tired of it, it was a mess. Strands were everywhere, out of place, sticking out...but it didn't matter to him.

Because now you were looking at him with your big, innocent eyes and suckling on your hand as he cradled you against his chest. He gently rubbed your back and pressed a soft kiss to your tiny tuft of (hair colour) hair.

"You're so pretty even as a baby, (Name)."

You rewarded him with a sloppy kiss on his cheek, making him laugh. He sat on his bed with you still in his arms, watching as you grew tired and offered him the cutest sight - the tiniest of yawns.

"Sleep, little one."

He gently rocked you to sleep, reassuringly and soothingly patting your small back as you drifted off on his shoulder. He felt warm inside, as if a small fire had been lit inside him. He knew what it was.

And when you woke up in adult form, he grinned at you, "Let me give you a baby, sweetheart."

BROOK

Brook has experience with babies. Maybe not human babies, but babies nonetheless. He knows a human baby is very different to a whale baby, but he figures that there can be similarities too. Such as entertainment, which is his area of expertise. So when he looks down at his feet to see baby you tugging on his pants, he is somewhat prepared. He has no idea how you were turned into a baby, of course, but he's not complaining because you are so, so adorable.

"What happened to (Name)?" Franky asked the skeleton, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing important!" Was Brook's gleeful reply, followed by a laugh when you somehow crawled on top of his afro and knocked his hat off so you could take its place.

"Nothing imp-" Franky sighed. "Do you even know how to look after a baby?" Franky's eyes worriedly drifted to where you sat upon the skeleton's head, tugging on his afro and squealing with delight. You wobbled precariously.

"No, but it can't be any different to a baby whale!"

Franky would have commented on that, if you hadn't slipped off Brook's head. The cyborg easily caught you, before holding you out to Brook, "Don't let her sit on your head."

"Noted."

For the rest of the day, Brook occupied you by sitting you down on his bed and playing music for you, telling you stories about Laboon and his crew, and about his experiences in the Grand Line before you guys found him. He sang all sorts of songs, played all sorts of melodies, while you giggled and clapped your hands excitedly, bouncing up and down. Brook smiled, the sight warming heart - oh, but he doesn't have a heart. He hardly ever got tired, but you prompted him to play for hours on end, until he really was exhausted. So he picked you up, settled on his bed, and lay you on his lap before humming a tune. You slowly drifted off to sleep, and Brook smiled.

He hoped he could play for one of the crew's babies one day.

CHOPPER

Another island, another mishap, another adventure. No trip is ever boring with the Straw Hats, and this was again proven when an unfortunate encounter with a devil fruit user who could change people's ages led to you being turned into an infant. And that's how you found yourself cradled in Sanji's arms, with Chopper trying to get a good look at you all throughout the walk back to the Sunny.

"Chopper, she's fine," the cook tried to assure the doctor, but Chopper was having none of it.

He was so worried, because no one was equipped to take care of a baby, and he cared about you so much that now you were a baby, he was becoming overprotective. As soon as Sanji set you down somewhere safe for Chopper to examine you, he was grabbing his bag and bringing out all his different tools. He checked all your vitals and made sure you were first and foremost healthy, before he could consider anything else.

Then you touched his blue nose and widened your eyes in fascination, gurgling softly, and Chopper blushed brightly. He smiled and poked your nose back, and you let out the cutest giggle that melted the reindeer's little heart. He shifted to his humanoid form and gently lifted you up into his arms, cradling you as he gazed down at you with the utmost love, adoration and fascination he could manage. You were so tiny, even more so than him, and so so cute. Then you sneezed, looking stunned for a moment before giggling loudly. And Chopper thought there was nothing more joy-inducing than holding and watching baby you.

"Chopper, where's-oh." Nami stopped when she saw Chopper standing there just holding you, one of his fingers in your tiny hand as he cooed at you and made you giggle. She smiled softly and left the room, deciding you were in safe hands.

"You're the cutest baby in the world, (Name)," Chopper told you. You just smiled brightly, exposing your gums cause you had no teeth, and waved your small arms around happily.

Chopper was really good with you. He monitored you throughout the 24 hours, making sure you ate properly, got enough sleep and were bathed properly. He is probably the best caretaker out of all the men on this list, not only because he's doctor but he's naturally caring and nurturing. It comes like second nature to him. Besides, you were such a calm and quiet baby - except for the giggling - that you made it easy for him. He was almost sad when you fell asleep, knowing you'd be grown up again when you woke up.

But maybe one day the crew would be able to fawn over a baby everyday. Maybe one day.

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece x you #dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x you #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #shanks x reader #shanks x you #brook x reader #brook x you #chopper x reader #chopper x you

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ventique18 · 5 days

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I've come across a thread discussing "Who among the TWST guys try would get all the girls" and while many have answered the lore-accurate ones like Crewel and Leona, there are a few who've answered Malleus... And I just want to say that he's logically one of the most, if not THE least likely person out of everyone to get women falling for him in-canon.

It's true that in our perspective as players, he's one of the most attractive characters because he's purposely designed to be conventionally appealing to fulfill the main male lead trope. This is supported by numerous threads, polls, and surveys where he came out on top as the character who piqued the most interest the very first time. But the whole thing about him in-game is that he's frightening. Rook canonically describes him in the Japanese version as someone who's terrifyingly beautiful. Indeed he's beautiful, he's handsome, he rightfully belongs in NRC's holy trinity of perfect face cards as said by Idia, but he's the type of beautiful that isn't desirable.

He does not illicit an "I want to bed him" attractiveness in people, and would therefore never "get all the girls". He's the type of handsome where you need to peel layers upon layers of instinctual bias to confirm that, indeed, you would want to breed with this guy. The only actual person who canonically genuinely finds him attractive is Kuroki Yuuya, the Yuu from the novels. And honestly? I think that's awesome. He kind of embodies the message that you need to let go of all your prejudices, that you need to get to know a person to their very core to fully appreciate just how beautiful they truly are.

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia

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gummyfang · 1 year

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♡♡♡ | ˗ˏˋ TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT ´ˎ˗

➳　【 S i m o n　‘G h o s t’　R i l e y　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

❧ Warnings: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 / 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

[ 𝟑.𝟒𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

[ REQUEST BY ANON ] On my knees and requesting respectfully a jealous Ghost fic cos I just wanna be manhandled by that giant behemoth of a man. Just throw me against the wall and break my back daddy 💦😭

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: sneef sneef i actually interp him as a v soft dom or sub but i cant say im not a rough ghost enjoyer on occasion. also this is not a canon-compliant fic don’t come at me im just here for a good time. ft keegan bc i wanted to add him. this kinda sucks lol.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

It wasn’t like you ever purposely set out to make Simon envious of the men you spoke with.

It was just that, as you’d learned, your Lieutenant was a lot more prone to envy than anyone could have predicted.

When the two of you had spent your first night together and officially gotten together, you and Simon had made the mutual decision to keep your relationship on the down low. Considering Simon was technically your superior at work, you two didn’t want to get into problems with your jobs due to a lack of professionalism.

That, and Simon was not a man who enjoyed attracting much social attention to himself anyways. He loathed the potential buzz that a new relationship on base would spark, and decided it would be better to announce somewhere later along the line.

This, however, came with one very obvious problem.

You were attractive.

Your good looks were not the issue by themselves. Simon could not deny he reveled in how handsome you were when you gave him one of your loving stares, and how pretty you looked beneath him when he fucked you stupid.

No, the problem was that your attractiveness did not go unnoticed to other men either.

All Simon could do was let the simmering sting of jealousy stew in his chest as he watched you talk to Keegan. You seemed to be blissfully unaware of the ways in which Keegan’s gaze lurked over your form, like a dog salivating at the sight of a steak. But Simon noticed. He sure as fucking hell noticed.

“Good job during training today. Your form is getting better.”

The flirtatious undertone of the compliment clearly went over your head, as you just chuckled and thanked him. Simon’s grip on his own crossed arms hardened considerably, earning him some nervous looks.

He was leering at the two of you with a thunderous gaze, the atmosphere practically rumbling with tension. It was starting to become apparent how much this bothered him, some of the soldiers sitting near him sharing concerned but equally confused glances.

If Simon was being honest with himself, he’d probably realize Keegan’s attraction wasn’t as predatory as he was making it out to be in his mind. You’d been friends with the man for months, and you’d been getting along with him very well long before you entered your relationship with Simon.

But the Lieutenant was not being honest with himself, and he couldn’t give less of a damn whether Keegan wanted to propose to you with flowers or just herd you into his bed. His attraction to you was clear as fucking day, and there was nothing Simon could do to stop it without drawing attention to your relationship status.

Lieutenant Ghost was a man of terrifyingly strong control.

And yet, he felt all that control slip from his iron grasp as he watched Keegan extend his hand as he laughed, his fingers intently tracing over your hip.

With that, his patience snapped like a tightly-strung rope. He rose to his feet with an aura so threatening it would make any hostile think twice before approaching him.

Keegan’s steel gaze turned icy as it moved from you to the Lieutenant’s hulking figure behind you. The corners of your mouth dropped slightly as you noticed the abrupt change in Keegan’s demeanor, before feeling the cold zipper of an open jacket brush against your neck. You turned around, faced with your boyfriend’s chest that was practically in your face right now.

“You are needed in my office.”

For a moment, you thought Ghost was talking to Keegan. It was only because he placed his hand firmly on your shoulder that you knew he was talking to you. The two men were locked in what appeared to be a staring match. You swallowed thickly as the tense, uncomfortable atmosphere became more noticeable to you, prickling at your skin.

Finally, it was Keegan who relented, his gaze moving down. “See you later then.” he said, voice devoid of the playful edge it was filled with earlier. He gave you and Ghost one last wary glance, before heading off to a group of people in the corner.

You watched him leave, slightly baffled, before feeling Simon’s iron grip pull you away.

You eyed him with confusion and slight annoyance. Simon, on the other hand, was staring straight ahead, refusing to look at you as he pushed you along. You had never seen him act like this.

“What’s all this about?!” you hissed in a hushed tone. “We’re being stared at!”

You didn’t receive a response. Whatever he had on his mind, he was too focused on it to pay you any mind right now.

Things became even more confusing when he headed straight past the door to his shared office, your brow furrowing even deeper now. “Lieutenant?” you tried, a hint of concern laced in your voice.

Suddenly, the grip on your shoulder moved down to grasp at your wrist instead, large hands clamping down around your flesh. It didn’t hurt, Simon always had the wits not to hurt you, but his grip was still unrelentingly tight. With his other hand, he unlocked the door to his private room, dragging you in with him.

Before you could question him any further, he’d ripped off his mask and hungrily sunken his lips against yours.

Your hands froze at your sides, too shocked to respond as his tongue aggressively pushed at your lips. Sighing out a quiet moan, you opened your mouth, met with the overwhelming feeling of Simon wrapping his tongue around yours.

Simon rumbled out a low groan as you finally started to regain control of your senses, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck. You held onto fistfuls of his hair, tugging at it lightly as his tongue danced with yours feverishly.

You managed to break away after a few minutes of his hurried and rough kisses, only for him to possessively start teething at your neck.

“Simon…” you mewled, head tipping back to grant him more access. You were so confused but god, you didn’t mind this. Simon was usually incredibly careful and gentle with you. This was new.

You grabbed onto his shoulders shakily, stabilizing yourself as Simon continued his merciless onslaught on your skin. You sucked in a breath when you felt him teeth at your neck, switching between feverish licks, harsh sucks and bites. You definitely knew that was going to bruise.

“Si, they’re- fuck- people are gonna see that!” you breathed out, tapping him on his side. “Good.” his deep voice rumbled in response, the first word he’d uttered to you since you left with him. His voice had an uncharacteristically dark edge to it, at least when it came to you. “Maybe that’ll keep those fuckers off of ya next time.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Oh.

It was only then that the quarter fell in your mind. Not once in the short month you’d been together had it occurred to you that Ghost was capable of jealousy, much less one to act on it.

Honestly, you felt a little bad for him. Not that you really could have done anything about it, the idea to keep your relationship hidden was Simon’s idea and mutually agreed upon. But you honestly hadn’t considered how it was possibly affecting him.

Still, you were pretty sure you knew how to make that up to him right now.

Besides, it wasn’t like you hadn’t imagined what it would be like if Simon fucked the living hell out of you before.

You hiked up one of your legs intently, hooking it around his as you hung off his body. You’d hike it up to his hip if you could, and you sure as hell tried, but God, were you reminded of how Simon easily towered above you in moments like this.

Nonetheless, he seemed pleasantly responsive to your advance. His hand found its way to the small of your back, fingers digging into your skin so harshly you were sure they would leave light flushed marks.

You could feel his prominent, rock-hard erection prod against your belly. Your hands slid down, fingers circling around his belt slowly and gently. Your fingernails dug themselves against his toned stomach, crescent-shaped marks glaring right above the place he wanted your hands most. Simon did not seem to reciprocate the slow, patient teasing you were trying to coax him into. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his thick thumbs roughly force their way past the waist of your pants, roughly tugging at the material. Then it stopped. You blinked, looking up at Simon, realizing he was staring straight back at you. He was a damn sight to behold. His balaclava had been roughly tugged down to pool around his neck, revealing those pretty swollen lips and that sexy stubble he usually kept obscured. You could see a dimly glistening trail of spit trailing down from the corner of his lip, undoubtedly due to the tilted angle he’d been ravaging your neck at. He didn’t move his hands, his head instead inching a little closer. “You can tell me to stop.” he responded in that gruff tone, lust dragging his voice down by at least an octave.

“You can tell me to stop, or that you don’t want this, and we can stop. But if you don’t-” His grip tightened on your trousers, the pull of the fabric drawing you in closer. “-I will have my way with you.” Fuck. Even when he wanted to do nothing but jump you and rail you until your legs gave out, he still waited for your word without fail. You felt a wave of arousal pool between your legs intensely, your clit throbbing gently at the dark promise rumbling in your ear. Your eyes were almost glazed over as you just stared back at him for a moment, puffy breaths seeping out through parted lips. “You may, please-” Your plea had only barely tumbled off your lips when Simon crashed his own on them again. Wasting no time getting down to business, those thumbs hooked around the waist of your pants were yanked down, taking the fabric down with them. Your underwear soon followed, all while his tongue was still firmly pressed against yours.

Simon wasn’t kidding when he said he’d have his way with you. You felt his large hands clamp around your sides like a vice, bending and molding you to his liking as if you were clay. His mouth began its second onslaught on your sensitive neck and shoulders, this time biting from the back.

You felt him twist you around, effortlessly as if you were a doll, his left hand leaving your waist to clamp around your wrists instead. You were at his mercy, and the thought made the slick sensation between your folds even more apparent.

It was as if Simon read your mind. The hand that had momentarily remained on your waist trailed down quickly, your shirt curling under his fingers as he kept them pressed tightly against your body.

Simon was a man who enjoyed taking his time with you, most of the times he’d have sex with you being preceded by extensive foreplay, but he was in no such mood right now.

His index and middle finger dipped down smoothly, squeezing your clit between them just perfectly. Your mouth opened in a quiet gasp as you instinctively pressed your body into his chest, though the grasp on your wrists ultimately held you in place firmly.

The pressure on your clit was rough, deliciously so. His movements were swift and controlled as he rubbed up and down just perfectly, fingers occasionally dipping down to prod at your entrance before sliding back up. “Simon, oh God, mmmf…”

You whimpered, your head leaning against his shoulder for any semblance of support. “‘S that good?” The bass of his voice rumbling in your ear made you shudder, swallowing thickly.

“Yeah, mm… Simon… Simon-” His name drifted off your lips in broken moans and whines, and the Lieutenant absolutely reveled in it. He was the only one who would ever get to hear you moan his name like this, only his name.

“Could anyone else touch you like this? God, you’re so fucking wet for me. All for me.” He growled possessively. This time when his hand slid down, they encircled your hole before plunging in fully without warning.

You whined quietly as you felt his thick digits curl against your g-spot expertly, filling you up nicely and leaving no room for small casual pleasantries. He plunged in harshly with a grunt, and you let out a loud moan. “Speak up.”

“Jus’ you. Only you, Si- God.” Your boyfriend kept ramming his digits into your cunt at a merciless rate, as your breaths started to come out in high-pitched whines and pants. He peered at you through the holes of his skull-shape mask still resting on his face. Simon reveled in watching you lose your composure and whimper like a bitch in heat for all the ways in which he could make you feel good.

“I can’t understand you when you sound like that.” Your glazed eyes snapped open, looking up at him as he looked at you darkly. Fuck, he was enjoying toying with you.

“You’re th’ only one. The only one. Nobody else. Nhh… Si… only one who can make me feel s’good…”

You were struggling to think straight, struggling to form a cohesive sentence as the loud squelching of Simon’s fingers abusing your pussy echoed off the walls. Your head lurched forwards with a loud breathy moan as he changed his angle, somehow hitting your G-spot even more precisely.

You looked back at him, lust clouding your vision as your voice lowered to a more devious tone.

“Keegan could never… make me feel like this…” Instantly, the movements inside you stopped, his fingers stilling inside of you and his other hand finally releasing your wrists. For a second, you thought you fucked up royally and actually hit a nerve.

This was not the case. Quite the opposite, in fact.

You heard aggressive rustling and the rumble of a zipper being undone. You tried looking back at him but gasped when you felt his hand clamp down on the back of your neck, torso pressed firmly against the wall.

His other hand quickly pulled out of you, instead roughly realigning your hips to be further back. The whimper humming softly in your throat suddenly burst out as a loud squeak as the feeling was soon replaced with that of his weeping tip prodding at your cunt, his erect cock pushing its way between your folds.

Simon roughly shoved his way inside, hand roughly keeping you from instinctively lurching forwards. His warm breath puffed against your ear with rumbling grunts as he pushed himself in deeper, until his pelvis was pressed snugly against your ass.

The man did not give you much time to adjust to his girth before starting to move. Not that you needed much time after the rough way in which he had prepared you with his fingers.

By now, the slick was generously coating your walls, lubricating your hot cunt enough for Simon’s cock to slip in and out effortlessly.

Your mouth fell agape, your cheeks flushed as you struggled to keep your wobbly legs from collapsing, Simon’s rough and fast thrusts throwing you off balance. But nothing slipped past Ghost, you soon remembered, as you felt his tattooed muscular arm clamp around your middle harshly to keep you stable.

You quickly lost control over your volume, whines and whimpers steadily turning into loud and broken. This was usually where Simon would shush you, shove his fingers into your mouth or kiss you. But not this time. “You’re so fucking loud… Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” he growled into your ear, adjusting his pace until he was brutally pistoning his dick into your cunt, his balls audibly smacking against your skin.

“God… you fit so fucking perfectly around this cock. Your pussy was made for this cock.” Simon was usually not one for dirty talk, the words leaving an odd and cringeworthy taste in his mouth after he’d say them. But he couldn’t stop himself, his brain just rolling out the word vomit to subject you to like an assembly line.

You sure as hell weren’t going to complain.

“Simon, fuck- Fuck! Please, just like that. I need- I need you.”

The consistency of his thrusts faltered at that, something that almost sounded like a whimper erupting from his throat.

A drop of sweat rolled down your forehead as your eyebrows scrunched together, starting to feel the familiar knot in your stomach tightening. Your boyfriend fingering you had already gotten you halfway there, and with the pace at which he was drilling into you you weren’t going to last much longer.

“C’mon, love. My name- let them know. They can all fucking know. Please. I need them to know who’s fucking you. Please…”

He groaned loudly as his hips stuttered, unable to resist you. Goddamn you. You could metaphorically get him to his knees even when he was fucking you against a wall like he wanted to wreck you.

You whimpered, tongue swiping over your lips before obliging him. “Simon- mmm, Simon…” You were hesitant, your boyfriend’s wishes upon establishing your relationship ringing in your mind. But the rough smack you got to your hip told you he couldn’t give less of a fuck right now. “Simon, fuck- God, Simon! Simon!” His name continued to tumble off your lips like a mantra, each thrust into your spongy cunt leaving you less able to think. He was the only thing on your mind, just Simon, only he could fuck you like this. Finally, the coil that had been building came undone accompanied by a loud scream of his name. Your pussy clenched harshly around him as you came on his cock. You were goddamn grateful Simon was holding you up right about now, as you were sure you would have sunken to the floor had it not been for his arm keeping you secure.

The feeling of you clenching around his dick finally sent Simon over the edge too. He let out the most delicious guttural groan as his movements stuttered for one final time, cock quivering before shooting his seed deep inside of you.

He continued to sloppily fuck his cum into you a few more times before his movements stilled completely, stabilizing himself against the wall with his hand. A silence fell over the two of you as you just took a moment to catch your breaths, Simon’s other hand rubbing over your stomach almost apologetically. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence by any means, but it was also one filled with the realization that there was no way nobody had heard you.

It wasn’t going to be long before everyone knew who the Lieutenant had been fucking in his room.

“Si, I gotta- I gotta sit.” you finally broke the silence. He responded quickly, pulling out of you with a shaky breath before guiding you to his bed, helping you sit down as he took off his mask and placed it on his nightstand. He eyed your cunt, gently reaching down to half-heartedly shove some of his oozing cum back into your pussy. You whined softly, but didn’t have the energy to do anything else, instead just leaning against his chest. “You sure you don’t mind?” you whispered, fingers tracing the dark lines of his tattoo gently. Simon just grunted.

“It was bound to come out sooner or later.” he said gruffly. “I was growing real sick of it anyway. About time those shitbirds learned you’re spoken for.” You chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around his waist to sleepily tug him into a hug. “You found one hell of a way for them to find out, though. Fucking hell, Si.”

That earned you a gruff chuckle from your boyfriend, who started to guide you to lie down with him on the bed and pulled you tighter against his chest. His lips gently pressed to your forehead as you closed your eyes, the finger drawing figures on his arm slowly coming to a halt as you dozed off in his arms.

You’d both deal with the consequences of this in the morning.

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moonswolfie · 8 months

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Very interesting

Oikawa x gn!reader

I thought about an oikawa x reader with this dynamic:

so here we are, also you (the reader) hates him at first and have no knowledge of volleyball outside the basics

Today, you were dragged by your friends to a game of volleyball. They wanted to see some guy in your school they're currently obsessing over called Oikawa Tooru. They constantly rave on about how perfect and hot he is. You did become kind of curious as to what he's like, even if you didn't want to spend your afternoon at a volleyball game watching him.

As the players entered the court, you thought about excusing yourself to the bathroom and then just leaving. Sure, your friends are going to hound you for it later but you really didn't feel like sitting here right now.

Suddenly, all the girls sat around you started squealing and screaming Oikawa's name and you quickly looked down on the court to find a guy with fluffy brown hair and an attractive face smiling and waving back at the crowd.

Huh. So this is Oikawa. I mean, he is physically attractive, and you can see why your friends are crushing on him, but he just seems so vanilla. Just like every other "popular hot guy".

And needless to say, you dislike that kind of guy. They're always arrogant and let it get to their head when their only good quality is that they have a pretty face.

Now you really wanted to leave.

You got up, fully intending on leaving when you felt your arm being pulled on. "No, you're freaking not. Sit down." your friend pulled you back, and you sat down in your seat, crossing your arms and huffing.

Well, you can always distract yourself by daydreaming, you suppose. You tried your best to ignore the annoying screeches of all the fangirls around you but it was simply impossible. So you sighed, attempting to cure your boredom by watching the volleyball fly around.

Your eyes wandered from player to player, eventually landing on Oikawa. His face at that moment looked unlike anything you expected. It looked serious, intense, focused. A complete contrast to the flirty smile earlier.

His face suddenly felt real, now that he wasn't wearing a plastic smile.

Even though you don't know much about volleyball, you can feel the practiced precision in his movements. It's quite scary how he does so with such a calm, relaxed face.

It draws you in, and you hate that it does.

You don't know what kind of player he is, but he always moves to the middle after someone gets the ball up and he tosses it to someone. Somehow, you can tell he does the job well. Terrifyingly so.

It makes his carefree smile look oddly horrifying.

"Huh, maybe he is more than a pretty-" You shut that thought down before you could even finish it. You're getting too worked up over him. And yet you can't stop looking.

All of a sudden, his eyes meet yours.

You quickly averted your gaze. That must have just been your imagination, right? He has a game of volleyball to play, after all. He wouldn't look into the crowd of mostly fangirls during a time like this.

The whistle blows, indicating a time out, one of the things you can assume happens in a match of volleyball. Your eyes slowly travel back down to the court, only to find Oikawa still staring at you.

You jump a little, immediately looking away again. Just what is up with this enigma of a guy?! You heard a couple of fangirls and your friends scream beside you, wondering if Oikawa is looking at them.

You rolled your eyes, cringing at the behaviour of his fangirls. And yet, your eyes reluctantly moved back to him, and as soon as he noticed, he gave you a playful smirk, winking at you.

His fangirls freaked out, swearing up and down that he winked at them as you just kind of sat there, regretting looking at him again. You were about to shoot him an annoyed glare when one of his teammates hit the back of his head, yelling something you couldn't hear.

You huffed a laugh. That's what he gets for not paying attention.

You had quite a bit of trouble surviving the rest of the game, having to balance in between looking at the match and looking away to avoid making eye contact with him again.

After everyone around you suddenly began cheering the school name happily and the fangirls became obnoxiously loud, you knew your school won. You thanked the gods it was finally over and quickly got up, sliding through the crowd of fangirls to get the hell outta there.

You ignored your friends who were yelling your name, quickly getting off the stadium stands and making your way to the exit.

"Finally..." you thought as the exit of the stadium entered your vision.

You calmly walked to it without a care in the world, when you felt yourself being pushed lightly against the wall and hand making a *bang* noise as it hit the wall beside you.

The one pushing you to a wall is none other than Oikawa Tooru. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowing a bit.

He looked out of breath, panting heavily with slightly flushed cheeks. Did this guy seriously just run away from his coach and teammates to catch you before you could leave? His eyes had a wild gleam in them, one that made you feel like you were his pray. It was similar to the look he had in his eyes during the match. You shivered.

His face switched almost instantly into a flirty smile, and he breathlessly greeted you. The way he did that made you oddly unnerved. Is this how his opponents feel during a match, too?

He looked at you expectantly, confidently waiting for your reaction.

"What do you want?" you said, raising a brow. His eyes visibly widened for a second at your unbothered tone, and you smirked on the inside. "Oh, were you expecting me to freak out and ask to date you, perhaps?" you teased him in your head.

He quickly covered his surprise with another flirty smile. "Can I have your number, hmmm?" he said, leaning closer.

"And why should I give it to you?" you asked, turning your face away casually.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flush red with embarrasment. "Oh come on, you know you want to." his tone sounded significantly less confident, even if he tried covering it up.

"Do I?" you said, smirking a little. You watched as his face flushed completely red. Seems he was completely embarrased by the fact his flirting attempts failed. He must not be used to his flirting failing.

God, you want to tease him right now.

"Well, um- I..." the rest of the sentence died off, and you were left just staring at each other awkwardly.

"If that's it, I'll be going now." you turned calmly and walked away, leaving a malfunctioning Oikawa all by himself. "Wait! Where are you going?!" you heard him yell behind you, clearly distressed.

In front of the door, you stopped walking, crossing your arms.

"Oh, and by the way, fake smiles don't suit you."

You pushed open the door, not looking behind you at all. As soon as you knew you were out of sight, you laughed to yourself.

How interesting. Very very interesting.

This turned out way more mean than I expected lol

Somehow I don't feel too proud of this one... I kinda hate writing mean readers like this but come on the DRAMAAAA 😫

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 months

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pathetic - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 160

The first time James kisses him, it's stupidly cliché. Just like the books and poetry he spends far too much time reading.

Fireworks explode behind his eyes, he feels anticipation and attraction pool in his stomach, and he wants to put his hands everywhere.

It's also never been like that before.

He's kissed boys and girls both, but he's always been calculated and in control. The other person has been the one to fall apart because of him.

Never before has he felt such a strong desire to just melt into another person's arms.

It's pathetic and needy and terrifyingly vulnerable.

And he almost runs away with it. He almost pulls back and flees, so nervous to want someone else so badly, so wholly.

But then, James pulls back from his lips and inch and murmurs, hungry and directly into his mouth, "Gods, Reg. You're perfect."

And suddenly, he feels safe. And quite willing to stay for a while longer.

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twogyuu · 1 year

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Alternative title: From 'Babygirl' to 'Wifey'

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Synopsis:

“It’s time . . . wifey.”

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint, heir!cheol, terrifyingly innocent!couple (but like ~5-7 years since university is when this set so they are grown grown now 🥺)

Warnings: Mentions of food, mild themes of jealousy, suggestive if you squint hard enough

A/N: Inspired by Chanyeol and Lee Hi's song, 'Yours' and Seokmin and Cheol's Allure photoshoot. Though the photos were sultry, this literally is not sexy at all LOL. Feelings were just being felt #triggered

masterlist (can be read as a stand alone!)

You weren’t sure how long you had been standing there for, eyes peering up and trained on the glossy magazine sitting on the top rack of the red-wired stand next to the register of the 7/11 down the street from your shared apartment. The ding of sliding door fell deaf on your ears, you paid no mind to the customers skirted around you – some not caring for your presence as they had a train to catch or rushing to grab a quick meal to make at home, a few throwing dubious glances in direction, the thought of a perhaps crazed fangirl of Choi Seungcheol debating whether or not she should recklessly buy the magazine with her hard earned money, running through their mind while they handed the cashier their card.

The pad of your thumb repeatedly running over the perfectly cut edges of the clear, heavy stone sitting on the silver band wrapped around your fourth finger, you examined the magazine cover of your fiance. A month ago, he had told you he had a photoshoot coming up. As the newly announced CEO of Sebong Holdings in the next few years to come, he was a hot topic in the media. Naturally, there were a few printing presses that wanted him to be featured in their next magazine issue.

When he had told you “photoshoot” you had thought it would be . . . professional. Black suit and tie, clean cut hair combed back, good posture, modest – covered.

You weren’t expecting him to be wearing a tight, unbuttoned, white shirt, sleazily covered with loose blazer and his hair to be wet and stylishly tousled and hanging over his pretty brown orbs that were covered by heavy lids.

It was anything, but professional and modest.

It was sultry and provocative.

You liked it, but you also didn’t.

This was your fiance – these kinds of photos should only be for your eyes.

Why didn’t he tell you or show you them before now?

With a small huff, you tore your eyes away from the cover, shaking your head to clear it of the green fogging your rationality. You knew it was dumb to be jealous – Seungcheol was a public figure, and a very attractive one at that. It was only natural for society to be swooned by his sharp yet gentle features, and on top of that, his pretty words.

Wasn’t that the worst? He was charismatic – somewhere along the lines after university, he learned how to craft his speech to sway the general public.

He was still the Seungcheol you knew from childhood, in university – just . . . refined.

As popular as he was with the people, he was yours at the end of the day, and he always will be after slipping the engagement ring on your finger only two weeks ago. There was no reason to suspect otherwise – he was busy with the preparations for the transition, but Seungcheol always made time for you.

You couldn’t be mad.

You couldn’t be jealous.

He was literally yours and there were millions of people across the country vying to be in your position now.

Seungcheol couldn’t even be claimed as the nation’s most eligible bachelor anymore because he had announced in an interview prior that he was happily engaged to you – though, for your privacy and safety, your identity remained hidden for now. As the wedding preparations came along, the Choi’s would introduce you slowly to the public as the heir’s partner in crime.

The buzzing of your phone interrupted your internal fuming. Out of guilt, your heart instantly sank, at the sight of his name. You were quick to swipe at the screen to see his message.

[Choi Seungcheol]: Coming home yet?

[Choi Seungcheol]: Should I come pick you up?

[Y/N]: I’ll be there soon – at the 7/11 🙂

[Choi Seungcheol]: . . . Did I forget to buy something? 😅

[Y/N]: LoL no – we’re just running low on paper towels. I’ll see you soon ♥️

[Choi Seungcheol]: Hurry~

[Y/N]: I can’t if you keep texting!

[Choi Seungcheol]: I miss you 🙁

[Y/N]: You’ll see me soon lolol

[Choi Seungcheol]: Not soon enough! Run if you have to!

[Choi Seungcheol]: Today I cooked too 😏

You let out a soft chortle, shaking your head at his message as you tucked your phone back into your purse, making your way to the paper towel aisle.

Even if he was the Choi Seungcheol, there was solace in knowing there was a piece of your Choi Seungcheol that people won’t ever see – for better or for worse. He was clingy and he pouts more than Jihoon’s son, but he loved unconditionally and after all these years, he still doted you like you were when you fake dating.

The honeymoon phase was eternal with Seungcheol and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Seungcheol noted as he tucked a clump of rice into his cheek. He looked at you from across the table, tilting his head to the side, much like Kkuma – the Maltese that Seungcheol inherited from his father a few years before. “What’s wrong?

You peered up from your tofu soup, wide-eyed and confused. “Hm? What would be wrong?”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, leaning in and squinting from across the square dinner table as if it would give him the answer. “Something’s off.” He frowned suddenly, peering down at his soup. “It tastes bad, doesn’t it?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you chuckled, pushing him away. “Just tired – and your soup tastes fine,” you swirled the broth before gulping down a spoonful to make a point. “You’re getting better.”

He wasn’t satisfied with your answer, but he’d let it go – for now. Seungcheol would get it out of you one way or another.

And after being together for the better of the last five years, he’d do it fast.

“How was 7/11?” he asked nonchalantly.

You choked, pounding your chest. You looked up from your dinner, scowling as you reached for a napkin.

He returned your look with a simple, but effective raise of his eyebrow.

“Fine,” you replied hoarsely. You paused, dabbing the invisible liquid off your lips to buy yourself some time. “I . . . um . . . saw your magazine cover.”

“Ah,” Seungcheol sounded, his stature visibly relaxing. He was almost . . . . amused. “Did you like them?”

You refused to give him the satisfaction he was seeking in seeing you squirm, holding your posture stiff and eyes looking away from him.

“They were interesting, to say the least,” you nodded.

“You liked them,” he smirked.

“You said it was a professional photoshoot,” you remarked.

“And they were,” he shrugged.

At this, you peered up at him once more, less happy with his smart and quick response. He gave you a shit-eating grin knowing he nailed what was bothering you and more.

“I was expecting something . . . err, different,” you added. “More . . . modest.”

“Are you jealous, right now?” he chuckled.

“N-no,” you whined, “Stop.”

“Aww,” he cooed, getting out of his seat to make his way over to you. A hearty laugh emanated from his chest as he wrapped you in a tight embrace. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Seungcheol!” you whined trying to push him away.

“I love you,” he planted a peck on the crown of your head, continuing to smoosh you in between his arms.

“Seungcheol – it’s fine! I’m fine now! You looked amazing! I know – we know!”

You know you stood no chance against him, quick to give in and settle into his chest, wrapping your own hands around his waist. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, your whines replaced with bouts of breathy laughter.

You already knew you were being ridiculous earlier and even then, he was quick to reassure you.

A comfortable silence settled in, the both of you savoring the simple, but intimate moment. Seungcheol rubbed soothing circles into your back, your eyes fluttering shut at his touch. There were the occasional shared giggles and slap of his hand when his hand lingered a little too low for your liking, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Still on the topic of photoshoots,” Seungcheol mumbled into your shoulder. You felt him press his plush lips against your skin.

“It’s been like . . . almost ten minutes since we dropped the topic,” you snickered.

“Wanna do a professional photoshoot with me?” he ignored your comment and asked instead. His tone was ingenuous.

Pulling back, arms slipping down his biceps, you stared at him owlishly, waiting for him to tell you he was kidding or pinch your nose and say ‘sike.’

Like his voice though, there wasn’t a hint of mischief in his expression. Only a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes glistening with hope as he patiently awaited your answer.

Cupping his cheeks, you asked softly. “I think I need more details, Cheol.”

“It’s like one of those . . . engagement photoshoots, but fake – not our real ones that we’ll share for our wedding, but for the public,” he explained, gently reminding you about introducing you to the world as Seungcheol’s fiance. “Mr. Kang said my father has something set up – we just have to give them the signal that we’re a go.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he waited a beat before adding, “It’s time . . . wifey.”

“We’ve evolved from babygirl to wifey,” you joked to shake off the nerves of the request. You gave him a chaste kiss.

“Are you ready though?” he asked earnestly. “If you’re not, we can wait a little longer.”

Were you? He was yours for the rest of time – whether it was today or another fifty years down the line, the public would find out.

And what was there to be ashamed of? Afraid of?

The facts were simple and plain: he was yours and you were his.

Though flashing cameras and watchful eyes of his world were overwhelming at times, it wasn’t anything the both of you couldn’t work through.

“It’s okay, I’m . . . I’m ready,” you nodded. You raised a finger to his chest, pressing it against his sternum. “Hubby.”

At the drop of the word, you immediately crinkled your nose and shook your head. “That didn’t come out right.”

Seungcheol chortled, pulling you into another bear hug. “You’re right, it didn’t,” he patted the back of your head, “Seungcheol is just fine from you – alternatively, ‘babe’ or ‘sexy’ is also acceptable.”

You snorted. “On Jihoon’s death bed maybe.”

“You’re right, wifey.”

#seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios

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forthevillains · 2 months

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Only good girls get what they want

Albert Wesker X fem! reader (18+)

You had no idea just how you ended up in such situation. Legs spread deliciously as your eyes kept darting away from the mirror sitting opposite you. The thing being so large that you had no other choice than to look at your sinful reflection.

"So good for me..." a sweet whisper from the man behind you made you shiver in anticipation as tingles spread inside your stomach, making you try and attempt to press your thighs together, rub them, hide your arousal from his eyes filled with pure greed, yet you couldn't. He wanted you, he would've swallowed you whole if that was possible. The red orbs stared into your own through the reflection in the mirror, his blonde hair that used to be slicked back was now messy and his chin lay comfortably on your shoulder as he took the image in. Wesker adored you, each part of your body, in every position he put you in, how you prayed for him as if he was your God, repeating his name over and over in a state of pure bliss, however this was his favorite one - having you already in front of him, with his knees keeping your legs spread, making you vulnerable, desperate and unable to do anything but fall apart in his arms, under the sweetness of his touch.

His fingers were glued to your aching cunt, covered in that sweet wetness of yours. It felt too heavenly to have your arousal coating his fingers, especially knowing that no other man is ever going to touch you like that. Not on his watch, not while you're his. Not when you're locked up with him and only him... He's stained your brain with how much of a pleasure he has to offer and it is indeed the truth that no man could ever make you feel like this. So dumb from the way his body makes you feel.

He rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles with his rough digits while his eyes kept piercing through you, making your skin burn under his intense gaze. You couldn't help, but whimper, your eyes closing shut from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Eyes on me, my sweet little girl," Wesker commanded as soon as he noticed and the movements of his stopped, yet he didn't move away. "Or else you won't get to cum." When he added that, your eyes flung open only to be met with those terrifyingly attractive irises of his.

His fingers spread your folds, the middle finger finding its place on your shamefully revealed clit and his movements began all over again, abusing it while he applied a bit of pressure, only to have you squirming around as you tried your best to keep quiet. Yet still, he was taking his time. He wasn't always like this, no, he was often too busy to be like that, however whenever he got the opportunity, he would be your worst nightmare, teasing you with painfully slow pace, not giving you what you wanted, barely even bringing you near your climax, just so that he could watch as you grew more desperate, needy, whiny... It was all just for him and that control over your body was enough to satisfy his ego.

"P-Please..." you begged, stuttering over your words, oh you poor thing... That only earned you a chuckle.

"What are you begging for, darling?"

"Faster..." you whispered and that earned you a slap right at your pussy, making you yelp in both, pain and surprise.

"Now... What have I told you about being too greedy?" He was greedy himself and yet, you were deprived of that opportunity. Or at least you couldn't talk about it. Wesker on the other hand couldn't help it, nor did he have a need for that, because your beautiful body is all for him after all.

His fingers returned to your aching core, though this time - his fingers slid lower. He circled your entrance with his wet fingers, drawing an impatient sigh out of you. One of your hands shot up to hold onto his muscular forearm and at the very moment, he pushed two digits inside of you, making you gasp. Your grip on him tightened, nails digging into his skin as he withdrew his fingers out of your dripping cunt only to push them right back in. He continued with that movement, in and out, in and out, hard and quick. You threw your head back to lean against him, your breath ragged and eyes rolling back.

"Look at yourself, dearheart, look how pretty you look with my fingers inside of you." Wesker's voice sounded heavenly to you when he whispered those words. Though everything about this man seemed so angelic, you could've sworn he fucked like the devil himself. Each time he took you, he made you see stars, making you forget about everything you had left in your head apart from him. So lovely.

His other hand shot up to catch your jaw and turn your head towards the mirror. "Open your eyes, my dear." And you do. Your eyes wide open now, staring right into his through the reflection. He looked back at you, a playful grin on his lips as he still fingered you in almost brutal pace.

"That's it."

Your mouth fell agape, any desperate attempts to muffle your moans were useless by now and the sight of your naked form surrounded by his muscular one made your legs tremble. You held onto him like your life mattered on it as warmth covered your entire body and you bucked your hips against his hand in desperation. You were close. So close...

Just when you were about to come undone on his fingers, he pulled them out of you, making you whine in response.

"Not yet, dearheart, the night has just begun," Wesker gave you a smug grin, his eyes fixated on yours when he brought his digits coated in your arousal to his lips, tasting you. The sight alone made you whimper, only imagining how good it would feel if he tasted you properly.

He made sure to lick his fingers clean while he made you watch. Impatience in you only grew, your heart racing as he forced you to just watch. It was pure torture.

You squirmed in his hold. "Please... Touch me again," you begged.

"Patience," he clicked his tongue. "Be a good girl and you might get what you want." Though his orders were direct, you knew better than that. He wanted you to obey, without him having to remind you. The thought of you struggling to keep up with him turned him on so much and he had the whole night to continue with the teasing, edging you until you would be so sensitive it'd become a dangerous play whenever he'd touch you.

You ached for him, to feel his skin on you, to feel him all over you, inside of you.

"Yes sir." You muttered silently as you stared at him and noticed a smug grin form on his face again.

One of his hands took a hold of your breast, squeezing it almost painfully before his thumb slid over your hardened nipple, making your breath hitch. That seemed to satisfy him enough. He was holding himself back from fucking you senseless at this point, every other sound from you only added to the fuel. What a pathetic feelings for a man like him and yet, he was caught up enough not to care one bit.

He began kissing your neck, gently, his tongue sliding over your skin, wettening it before he began to suck on it. You gasped. Completely engulfed by mixture of pain and pleasure you could only think of how purple your neck is going to be the next day. He kept sucking and biting, becoming rough, only to shove his fingers back into your aching hole, forcing a loud moan out of you.

His fingers moved in and out of you quickly while he kept looking at you through the mirror. That was an observation - he needed to know whether you'll listen to him or not. A sigh escaped him, enjoying the beautiful sight before him. You were indeed trying to be good for him.

Your mouth fell agape and you fought the urge to close your eyes and seek support of his body behind hours. You trembled with each thrust of his fingers, not even knowing how many he stuffed you with. You were so wet, he slid in so easily, making your vision go blurry so that you couldn't even count.

Your eyes were locked together as he brought you closer to your orgasm, enjoying every moan of yours. It was like a music to his ears, absolutely angelic.

It was your body that seemed to be giving up on you. You were close again, gripping his arm roughly, hoping for some stability. Though when he brought you over the edge, your eyes immediately rolled back, a loud cry escaped you. If you'd only known...

"Now have I given you permission to cum?"

There was the catch you didn't count on. He didn't stop there, working you through your orgasm, the movement of his fingers only intensified. Tears formed in your eyes while he kept overstimulating you, you tried to desperately push his hand away, the amount of pleasure becoming painful, yet he didn't budge.

A low chuckle escaped Wesker at your pathetic attempts of stopping him. "But I suppose that since you wanted to cum so badly, I'll just make you do it again and again, until you learn how to ask politely."

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x you #smut #re smut #oneshot

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chargeeboltz · 1 year

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˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ shoto todoroki x reader word count: 1773

pretty boy shoto todoroki is viewed as unattainable - not just to you, to everyone who ever sees him. his eyes pierce, his skin almost glows, and his demeanour is arguably cold. that's why your admiration of him is purely that. you wouldn't be stupid enough to develop a crush on him, surely.

wrong, actually. he's agile, lithe, and terrifying, but the current obsession of your brain. always hanging around izuku, or studying, or training. you never really had the time to have made any progress on your friendship aside from being picked for group tasks, and even then you had struggled. social situations are never easy, but they're another realm of difficult when it's todoroki you're socialising with. that's why your hands shake as you cut mushrooms, his voice in your ears as he discusses the latest assignment.

"how are you finding it?" shoto asks, voice void of any emotion as he converses with izuku. izuku laughs lightly and shrugs, admitting he's also struggling, his green hair tied back in what could almost be called a manbun, though it's more of a hopeless ponytail.

"mm, i could be doing better!" he laughs, turning to you. "how are you coping?"

you pause for a second to face him, avoiding shoto's gaze at all costs despite the way he's looking at you like you could qualify for the most interesting thing in the world. "i'm almost done, i just have a few things to finish up, and then i've gotta get it under the word count," you grimace. "i have about 2000 words but it's supposed to be 1500,"

shoto quirks an eyebrow at that. "already? have you been working on it since the second it was assigned?" he asks, leaning back in the chair to look at you. you laugh nervously, suddenly finding the meal you're preparing very interesting.

"i mean, yeah? i don't like being.. behind on things i suppose," you mumble, embarrassed at how little sense you're making. but shoto, the beautiful devil, nods like you made the most sense in the world. his face softens and he stands up, making his way over to you and gently taking the knife from your hand.

"go get it, i'll help you cut down on words," he offers, resuming your chopping of vegetables like it was his job in the first place. you shake your head, but you don't dare to take the knife back off him.

"oh it's no worries! the deadline is like, a week away!" you fret, reaching over him to grab the garlic and mincer. "i need to read over it anyway before i even try to reduce words!" you laugh, and izuku grins at you, noticing the pink of your ears.

shoto frowns and gently crowds your space, all to aware of the way you'd move if he got too close - and you do, moving out of his way and letting him have free reign of the kitchen. "i'll read it, and i'll help you cut down on the word count." he argues, looking you dead in the eyes.

any argument you had dies on your tongue, you just nod and head to your dorm to grab your laptop, baffled about the turn of events today is taking. before presenting shoto your laptop, you quickly make sure everything other than the document is closed, not wanting anything that could incriminate you there - such as the messages between you and ochako about how terrifyingly attractive the boy is. with a huff, you make your way back to the kitchen and place the laptop on the desk. "now let me cook," you say, holding out your hand for the knife.

shoto looks at you and smiles, like he's somehow humoured by your boldness, and he is. he didn't expect you, the girl who stares so intensely at him that he learned to tell your gaze from others, to be so bold with him. he hands you the knife, but also takes your hand in his and guides it to the green onion he was chopping for you.

"here, let me show you how to dice it," he hums, starting to manoeuvre you through the motions, before lifting his hand. "your go," he steps back, crossing his arms over his chest. you make the mistake of turning to look back at him, heat dusted over your cheeks and eyes wide, and your mouth goes dry at the way he's watching you

your hands shake a little as you copy his motions, but it must have been good enough for todoroki because he lets out a little pleased hum and heads over to your laptop, sitting in front of it and starting to read. izuku just grins, wandering over to help with the cooking.

you end up engrossed in a conversation about cooking with izuku, both of you working seamlessly along each other to prep your meal. somewhere along the line, you triple the portion size, intending to give both shoto and izuku a bowl in payment for helping you, and izuku notices this when you go back to chop more mushrooms.

"aw, are we having a triple date?" he teases, and you laugh at him, loud and clear, and it draws shoto's attention back to you for a second.

"no! i just thought i'd make you guys some too, since you're both helping me. it's just soba, it won't be anything too spectacular, but I just, i mean, you don't have to have it!" you laugh, gently nudging izuku, and shoto feels his chest tighten at the combination of you cooking his favourite meal, and cooking him a portion too. you look wonderful to him, hair tied back for cooking, sleeves rolled up, and a defensive look on your face as you bicker with izuku. he swallows, forcing himself to get a grip, and turns back to your paper, trying to drown out one of the prettiest sounds he's sure he'll ever hear - your laugh.

by the time you've finished cooking, shoto has finished reading through your paper and he's cutting the words down for you, so he jumps a little when you place down a bowl of soba in front of him with a soft smile. "there you are, i hope you enjoy it," you murmur, sitting down beside him with your own bowl. izuku has took off to his dorm with his, excusing himself to also work on the assignment.

shoto's mouth waters at the smell, and he smiles graciously at you. "it looks wonderful, thank you," he hums, setting your laptop down to eat. you just beam, a sight that makes shoto's stomach flutter, and tuck into your own food. at the first taste, shoto swears he's fallen in love, and his little groan at the taste makes your stomach do somersaults and your brain go fuzzy for a second.

it's at this moment, you both realise you're utterly fucked. something changes in the air, shoulders pressed against each others as you eat in silence, occasionally exchanging comments about the assignment, or the food, or izuku. before long, you're leaning into his side and he's subconsciously raising the temperature of his left side, and your eyelids are drooping as you relax further and further into his embrace. shoto's hand rests politely on your hip, and he's murmuring to you quietly about your paper, but you're honestly not listening.

he notices, because of course he does, and he just laughs. "something on your mind?" he asks, not really expecting a committed response from you, so it shocks him when you nod.

"why are you, someone so.. unattainable, helping me? you're miles smarter than me, stronger, everything. what do you get out of this?" you ask, a hint of insecurity creeping into your voice. shoto is taken aback, looking at you like you've grown a second head.

"i don't help you because i expect something in return. i helped you and you cooked for me. that was more than i ever expected." he murmurs, gently squeezing your side where his hand lies, and you squirm a little, but you laugh. that's good enough for shoto. "and the food was incredible," he admits.

your stomach flips again, and as you look up at him, you find him looking back at you with a sincere expression. it's enough to give your silly heart hope that he could just maybe like you back, if you were to admit you liked him. luckily, it doesn't come to that, because shoto huffs lightly and squeezes your side again, much lighter

"if you want me to ask for something in return, i can," he murmurs, and you nod lightly, not quite trusting your voice at this point. he just nods back, a subtle and gentle movement so as not to ruin the spell you're both under.

"let me kiss you," shoto asks, his brows pinched together a little, like he's terrified you'll say no, which he absolutely is. you inhale, holding the breath while you process what he's just asked. unattainable, untouchable shoto todoroki has just asked your permission for him to kiss you. as though you'd say no, as though this isn't exactly your dream scenario, as though your daydreams haven't been plagued with thoughts of what it would be like to be the one person who has attained shoto todoroki.

you don't quite give him an answer, but you do lean up and press your lips against his. it's tentative to begin with, but shoto kisses you back, and it doesn't take long before he's pulling you closer and kissing you deeper. the spices from the soba dance across your tongues, and you're pushing him lightly against the couch in an attempt to get impossibly closer to him. he's panting into your mouth, the kisses increasing in intensity before you both pull away for air, staring at each other and seeing him in a way you never have before.

he groans lightly, and this time he notices how your ears turn pink and your breathing quickens, and it takes less than a second for him to tug you back in, kissing you like a starved man. you're both lost in your own worlds, hands roaming slightly, his up your shirt and on the small of your back, and yours gripping his bicep. you only pull away when you need to, and shoto just laughs breathlessly.

"if this is what cooking for you gets me, i'll be your live-in chef," you whisper, huffing out a laugh, and shoto just grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"you could always just be my partner instead,"

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maisen13 · 1 month

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The devil is real

Sukuna x reader

smut oneshot

i might rewrite the ending.

«Are you sure you can handle this sweetheart?” Sukuna said looking down at you with an evil grin. You weren’t so sure about how you ended up in this heated situation. Sukuna pinned you to the wall and eyed you like you were his next meal, which you probably were.

It all started when you walked into the hotel and bumped into this guy by accident. That guy ended up being Sukuna, a man most would tremble just to be in his presence. But something about him was so attractive. You couldn’t help it, his facial tattoos and muscular body were enough to start a waterfall between your legs.

He had been so terribly sorry about bumping into a pretty lady such as you, so he had asked you out for a drink. Anybody in their right mind would have said yes, so you obviously agreed to it. The bar you went to wasn’t so very far away from the Hotel, only a 10-minute walk.

He had paid for a few of your drinks and had danced with you on the dance floor. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. After your seventh shoot of the night and an hour of dancing, he had asked if you wanted to go back to the hotel with him. If you had been a little more sober you would probably have told him no, oh god who were you kidding, you would have said yes either way.

The hotel room was not very fancy, it had a decent toilet and a king-size red double bed. You took off your shoes that had made your feet pound on the way here and made your way to the bed. But before you reached the bed, Sukuna grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the open wall. There he clasped your arms above your head and looked down at you.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” He said with his free hand holding your cheeks. You didn’t have a chance to reply before he smashed his lips on yours. He tasted like alcohol, which wasn’t so weird with the fact that you had just drunk it.

He pushed one of his legs between yours, grinding it into your clothed pussy. The alcohol was getting to your head, and your legs felt like they could give out any second. If it hadn’t been for his strong hold on your writs, you were sure that your legs would have given up on you.

Your tongues fought for dominance, but his won. The hand that had held your face in place moved to grop your left boob. The overwhelming feeling of his leg grinding against you and the hand massaging your boob, was enough to make you moan loudly into the kiss.

He let go of your hands and boob and lifted you by your ass. Your pussy was now on the same level as his dick, without thinking so much as a thought, your body started to grind against him to reveal some friction.

It felt good almost intoxicating. His tongue went far down your throat tasting the inside of your mouth like a starved caveman. Big strong hands massaged your soft ass. This man had barely done anything and yet you felt as if the world was spinning.

He pulled away from your mouth breathing just as hard as you were. “What a good girl you are, let’s see if we can keep it that way” A shiver went down your spine. The wetness in your pants could probably overflow a desert.

He carried you to the blood-red bed, carried you like a feather like the weight of your mortal body was nothing to his almost godly self. Carefully, he laid you down on the velvet soft sheets. But do not mistake him for a gentleman for the piercing gaze in his scarlet red eyes could tell any person with a soul that he was from the deepest part of hell. Even if you knew this or not your body still burned as if you were Icarus flying too close to the flaming sun.

Sukuna stood at the end of the bed staring down at you lustfully and terrifyingly. The hair on your body stood up as if Zeus himself were about to strike you with his lightning bolt. He ripped off his shirt with a price you didn’t even want to imagine. His lean body was full of tattoos, tattoos that no ordinary man would have.

It creaked in the bed as he put his body weight on it, crawling towards you like a hunting lion. Your heart was beating fast just like an antelope trying to outrun the sharp teeth of a hungry lion.

If it weren’t for a few too many shots you had taken without a care in the world, you would have left the intimidating situation. In all the years of your sexual life, you had never felt so trapped. Even though your mind and soul were screaming at you to leave, to get out of there, to run until blood suffocated you through your fatigued lungs. Your body had other wants and needs, it felt as though every particle of your body wanted him.

The body overthrew the mind as he crawled over you. “let’s get this useless dress off your body” His words did not even process through your mind before the cold air surrounding your already overheating body. You were now only in a black silk bra and matching panties. “How cute, too bad we have no use for them”

You would think that a muscular man like him would be warm like the god of the flames had blessed him with his inner blaze. However this was not the case, his cold finger danced along your sensitive skin. Going from your navel to the edge of your bra, he did not stop the icing-cold movements until he reached the clips of your bra. He undid it with only one hand, the other one just as cold had found its way to your clothed but socked hole.

The bra had found its way to the floor, and your panties were halfway down your legs. The embarrassment of being naked colored your cheeks into a rose-red color. You had always felt comfortable in your own body, but something about this man, if he even was a man, felt unnerving. “Your body is as of a goddess, the oil-soft skin, the golden glow of your hair. If I hadn’t heard the fast pace of your weak heart I would have thought you immortal. However, you are just a fragile human girl, who I can so easily shatter like the thin ice on a river in the early morning of November”

The loud gasp from your trembling lips created a devilish smirk on his red lips from the heated kiss just moments before. “You make it sound like you’re not a human yourself” He stared at you, not saying anything. You stared at each other for only a few seconds, seconds that felt like an eternity, until he slowly without breaking eye contact lowered his head between your legs. “I will not deny you neither will I tell you you’re right. If I’m human or not, mortal or immortal I will still pleasure you better than any man known to mankind would or could.” After he said that he broke the intense contact and liked your wetness.

His tongue felt like a gift from the heavens itself. The pleasure was breathtakingly enchanting, was this a creation from a god or a devil? You felt cursed, bewitched, but also divine. It was addicting the way his tongue moved around your folds.

You could already feel an orgasm approaching through your veins. The whole world had stopped and for this few minutes were only for the two of you. Like the world was not allowed to proceed while the two of you became one.

A finger went through your pulsating hole, teasing its way into you, making your eyes wide and your fingers gripping the sheets. He was a man true to his words, he could make you feel more pleasure from just his tongue and one finger than any other man could have.

You looked down at him and made eye contact. This was it you thought, this orgasm would be the end of you. How could an orgasm be more pleasurable than this? It was probably possible to die of too much pleasure.

It hit you like a bus, the pleasure went from your clit and traveled through your veins through your whole body. Many unholy words left your lips as he helped you ride out your very intense orgasm. “I never thought a girl like you could taste good, I have heard through many years of my life that girls like you tasted like unwashed carrots, however, you do not. It’s sweet and arousing. I’m afraid that if any men get the taste of you they would want you as their own. Your taste can make any man greedy with want for something a lot better than themselves”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that, was it a compliment? As you looked at him dazed you couldn’t help but notice the big wet stain in his pants. Had he too orgasmed? “Now my little fallen angel, I want you to sit in my lap and ride me. Hmm? You don’t want that? After I had put in so much work for your pleasure you don’t want to repay me? And here I thought you were just a filthy slut so desperate to be filled with my cock. If you want to be a brat, then go on be a brat. I will make sure you apologize later like the good girl I know you can be”

He stood up and took off his remaining clothes. His dick was blessed in both size and length. With a red tip and precum running down the length. “Get on all fours with your ass towards me” His words were colder and more stern. You did as he said with your ass in the air and head in the pillows.

A hand spanked your ass hard enough to leave a mark of a handprint for you to find later. Only vibrations of a moan were heard in the room from the spank on your ass, the pillow was stopping most of the sounds from coming out. Sukunas hand traced your ass just where he had spanked it. His fingers were still made of ice, even the temperature in the room felt as though it had dropped a lot.

You could feel something lining up to your entrance and slowly making its way inside of you. The pain was burning inside of you, a fire you could not take out. You groan into the pillow in agony. Normally it would not hurt this much, but he was just too big. “Breath sweetheart, my dick isn’t getting any smaller” He was right, it got in fact not smaller, but rather bigger.

“What are you so big for?” Your voice was hoarse from the first orgasm. He did not answer you, however, he started to slowly pull out. Before he slammed back in again, making you gasp. He continued this method a few more times, and to your surprise, it worked. The more he slammed back in the more pleasure you felt.

It did not take long before stuffed moans could be heard in the room as well as skin slapping. He was going at a rather fast pace, grunting here and there.

His cold fingers held you in place, ensuring you weren’t going anywhere. “Only a god could make a being like me feel this good, but here you are doing the impossible. Maybe I should take you for myself and make you mine so that I can use your soft body as much as it pleases me, hmm? You would like that wouldn’t you?” His words went in one of the ears and then out through the other.

Your skin was burning like a forest fire, besides you were not sure if you even could hold your hips up to his level without his grip. Suddenly your legs were moving and you were now lying on your back in the now messy sheets.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, even so, you could still see a few glances of Sukuna. God was he beautiful, he looked like he was sent from heaven. Nevertheless, you knew better than to think of him as an angel when he was a devil disguised as an angel. Do you know what they say about the devil? They say that the devil can be beautiful. A fallen angel, roaming the earth looking for its new victim which now was you.

He grabbed a hold of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me, darling, I want you to watch me destroy you” You were not sure if he meant destroying your body or your mind. However you did not feel as threatened as you did before, perhaps this was the work of the devil.

His grip on your neck did not loosen up, it was hard to breathe. Dizziness corrupted your mind and your vision started to blacken. Panic formed in the pit of your stomach, and made its way to your brain. You tried to push his hand away from your neck, but he did not move an inch. The last thing you saw before pacing out was his crazy smile.

A cold breeze hit your face waking you from your slumber. At first, you were confused and disorientated. Until you remembered your night with that stranger, well he wasn’t a stranger, Sukuna, a devil in disguise.

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dizzyjaden · 1 month

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Oh, to be loved by an artist... ✧˚ · .

Albedo x gn! Reader

♤ Summary: Your bf Albedo makes you pose for his painting then u cuddle <3

♤ Warnings: JUST PURE FLUFF !

♤ A/N: In celebration of this man finally getting a rerun in version 4.5

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

In the warm firelit glow of the room, dimly emphasized with orange hues by the setting sun peering in through the windows, Albedo's eyes graze over every inch of your body fervently, he sits stationed behind an easel and canvas where he is painting you. Sketching for him is a hobby that came about from his line of work. It is more often than not that sketching things he frequently studies or needs to understand better benefits his experiments. Painting, however...

Painting is more of a love language.

Albedo sketches whatever interests him, it does not take a long time to do, and it requires little material and effort. With painting, one must really stress the details to bring everything together. He paints things out of appreciation for them. To really see every feature and memorize it all.

Ever since the two of you started dating, the only thing occupying his thoughts is you. Anytime he attempts to pass the time with sketching, you're the first subject matter to advance in his mind. It only makes sense to dedicate hours to an entire full-length portrait of you. You are important to him after all.

The pose he asked you to take is candid and simple, nothing dramatic. However, you had begun to appear restless with frequent unintentional twitches across your figure. He smiles sympathetically.

"Try to focus on your breathing. It will make it easier to hold still."

A slow exhale passes through your lips. Truthfully, remaining motionless for hours is more difficult than you assumed, but you couldn't grow tired of this position you are in. Your lover is not a very affectionate person, at least not physically. He of course never turns you away when you are the one to initiate, but he rarely does so himself. You've realized over time that it isn't because he loves you any less than you love him, but the way Albedo prefers to show his affection is simply exactly what he is doing now. Penetrating through your skin with his gaze, his lips slightly parted and his eyebrows furrowed while he ingests each little characteristic on your body that has built up and brought him you.

"I'm impressed by you, my muse." He teases. "Most people struggle to maintain such a striking demeanor throughout the entirety of the session. I hope you do not mind me taking my time."

"Striking? What do you mean by that?" You hum curiously. He sighs as he struggles to find words for it.

"Some people just look... Posed." He attempts. "But you are naturally scenic... Though perhaps I'm biased. You could do anything and I'd find it devastatingly attractive."

You smile playfully and roll your eyes, realizing he has not actually touched the canvas in a moment.

"Not to rush you, but yes to rush you, I'd like to breathe soon."

Albedo nods.

"I am finished."

Your eyes widen.

"Oh, really?" You prompt, subtly asking for confirmation that you are allowed to move.

He smiles.

"I have been finished for some time. I just wanted an excuse to stare at you a while longer."

You give him an annoyed scoff as a response and immediately stretch your limbs out. The painting had to have taken at least six hours. You saunter over to where he is seated and allow yourself to practically fall into his lap. He gives your forehead a quick kiss as you nestle your head against his shoulder to observe his work on the easel.

"I think it turned out rather well." He states in satisfaction. "Though, I'm not sure the most talented artist alive could do you justice."

You are blown away by how casual he is about what he just put on that blank board you're staring at with your jaw on the ground. It's you, absolutely you. Terrifyingly realistic yet still captured in the most flattering way imaginable.

"It's... Incredible..." You mutter.

"It's a painting." Albedo sighs. "To be honest, I did like the idea of having something for me to look at when you are not around, but at the end of the day, it's still just a painting."

Once again, you're blown away by his indifference as he wraps his arms around you.

"A really good painting." You affirm. "It's very... Good-"

"You are so warm..." He murmurs quietly, seeming to have already moved on. You sigh.

Sometimes it seems Albedo does not give himself the appreciation he deserves, if you squint you'll notice that he doesn't think of himself highly in any regard. Despite his alchemical advancements, he still believes himself to be average at best when it comes to intelligence. Despite his borderline inhuman artistic skills, he does not think his work is anything of note. It makes you sad.

You don't want to bring this up now and potentially spoil the moment, though. You'll get on his case about not knowing how amazing he is later. Albedo is always busy, he is always running back and forth to get something done, but now he is quiet and still as he brushes a hand through your hair.

"Are you tired?" You ask him. He nods slightly.

"It will be dark soon..." Albedo yawned. "I'd prefer not to waste what little day is left by going to sleep early."

Thankfully you speak Albedo, so you know when he says something like that he fully intends to stay up very late, working. You yank away from him to glare in irritation, he laughs.

"I will not stay up all night, love. Promise." He smiles. You hate how adorable his smile is, you're trying to be mad at him.

"If you don't sleep, it will negatively impact my own sleep schedule." You say in an assertive tone of voice. "I cannot sleep if you aren't next to me."

Albedo doesn't seem to fully believe this since you've fallen asleep on your own nearly every day of your life until the two of you moved in together. Nevertheless, he contemplates.

"I will come lay next to you until you fall asleep-"

"No." You cut him off. "Let's go to bed."

He sighs in defeat and picks you up as he stands from the chair.

"Fine, fine." He mumbles, rolling his eyes at your victorious expression. He carries you to bed and collapses beside you instantly. His sluggish behavior warrants a giggle from you.

"I suppose today was longer than I anticipated." He admits, pulling the blankets over the both of you. "Although, I am glad we got to spend some time together towards the end of it."

You shuffle closer to him which brings him to immediately wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a sigh.

"Are you comfortable enough?" He asks. Something about Albedo is that he never stops fussing over you, he'll probably ask you the same question another twelve times before falling asleep.

"Yes." You respond simply, reaching your hands up to play with his hair. This is the best technique when it comes to shutting Albedo up. His eyes quickly flutter shut at the sensation and you smile.

"Love you Bedo." You profess. His grip around you tightens slightly at your words.

"Love you too..."

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luveline · 2 years

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rockstar!remus with shy!reader when another girl tries to get at him and he finds r in the bathroom crying cos of it?

feel free to change it up how you want. hope your day/night is going well! :)

thank you!! hope yours is good too!!! ♡ fem!reader | 1k words

The toilet seat lid is cold under your legs. There's a stretch of skin between your skirt and your garters that's flush with it, and you keep thinking about how many germs there are leaching into your skin. The stall door has some poor girl's phone number written in curling script promising a good time across the top. Your eyes trace the numbers, over and over.

Music thumps loudly through the walls. You should go back. Remus, lovely as he is, is probably worried already.

You'd just – needed to cry somewhere by yourself for a bit. And maybe that's pathetic, god knows none of the other girls here tonight would bother crying in the bathroom. In their limousines and SUV's on the way home, perhaps, but the bathroom? That's not how famous people do things.

Good thing you're not famous.

You wipe a fresh tear away before it can fall. You're not crying over this. You're not.

You've never felt jealous of Remus' fame, never begrudged it, never even wanted it to go away, despite how tough it is to navigate as someone who doesn't have a drop of it. The limelight is a nightmare you don't want to live, which is why Remus is very careful about who knows you're together. It's how you want it, but to hear Remus say he's single? It doesn't feel right. It hurts.

You know he'd only told that woman (a very famous, very attractive singer in the same circles) that he was single when she asked because that's what you'd agreed on. That's what you'd asked him to do.

Bad idea, you think. My worst idea yet.

"Dove?"

You cringe and hop onto your feet. "Yeah, two seconds."

"Are you okay?"

"This is the girl's bathroom."

"Only girl in here is mine. I figured it was alright."

You wipe your face with the backs of your hands and frown at the dark smudges left behind.

"You should go back. I'll be out in a bit."

"You've been gone almost ten minutes."

"I know, I-"

"Have I upset you?"

"No!" You swallow against the lump growing in your throat. "Of course not, I-"

"Please, dove."

You sniffle and feel very pathetic as you open the stall and step into the light. Remus stands near the door, running a hand through his hair. It drops when he sees you, as does any suggestion of a smile.

He's wearing dark trousers and a cream coloured t-shirt with a brand name in burgundy over the front. Remus dresses simple and he doesn't accessorise. He doesn't need to. He's all dark eyes and movement, everything attractive about him intrinsic and inherent.

You move to stand in front of him, an automatic want to be close. He takes your face in his hands and starts to rub away the tear stains, methodical in his dedication.

"Let's go home, shall we?" he asks quietly.

"No, don't do that. Don't let me ruin your party."

He slides his fingers into the space behind your ears, thumbs braced on your cheeks so you can't escape his stare. He knows you too well. You squint at him, feeling terrifyingly close to tears again as his lips part.

He leans in. "You haven't ruined anything."

You curl your fingers around the crook of his arm and cling to him rather than answer.

"What happened?"

You don't lie to Remus. Not from any moral high ground. Honesty is important, but really you're quick to spill your guts because you want his reassurance badly. He knows almost everything about you by now, and this won't be any different.

You blink, annoyed at yourself as another wave of tears blurs your vision.

"I really… it really didn't feel right, when you told that girl that you're single." You lift your chin slightly. Anyone else might think you're angry but Remus reads it for what it is: panic. "It felt awful."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

You can feel the heat of a tear snaking down your cheek. Remus wipes it away. "You shouldn't be sorry," you say, "I asked you to lie. It's my fault."

It's silly to let him touch you like this where you might get caught. If somebody walked in and saw, they'd probably tell their friends, and their friends would tell their friends until somebody hungry for a payout ends up hearing it. Remus and his mystery girl, tearstained in the girl's toilets. One of the world's biggest rockstars with a total nobody.

"I don't think I can do this," you say.

He frowns at you. He knows you well, you know him better. There's a certain tell for when he's worried, the way his bottom lashes twitch. "What?"

"I'm not- I'm too much of a coward, Remus." All self-pity, you let your head drop against his chest with a weak sigh. "I'm never gonna be able to do this."

"Sweetheart…" Remus untucks your shirt to push his hand underneath, bass-string callouses scratching your hip. "You're not a coward. You're overwhelmed right now, but I promise once we go home and get some quiet you're gonna feel heaps better."

You shudder. He doubles down. "If you want me to, I'll go out there right now and tell her, I'll tell everyone I'm with you. I'd be happy to do that."

"I know."

You're not ready. This limbo that you've created aches deep down into your chest, like a hand has worked its way past your skin and lives to squeeze your nerves. You can't have both. You can't have a private life and a public one, not with Remus.

You're always gonna choose Remus. Scared or not. You're pretty sure he knows that. "I'm sorry. I make this so much harder for you," you say.

"You don't," he says sternly. "I can't do this without you, dove. You make it a thousand times easier."

You laugh wetly. "Liar."

"I'm not lying. I can't do this without you, but I wouldn't do this without you."

His way of saying, Oh, you're always gonna choose me? You think I won't do the same?

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #marauders era #marauders #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader hurt/comfort #rockstar!au

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chonkymoth · 8 months

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going off of that twitter post about how Nandor is fucking giddy when talking w the Baron about how Guillermo killed all the vamps in the theatre and how he doesn't want Guillermo to change:

Nandor is happiest, or at least proudest, when recalling his own days as a fearsome warrior — his acts in conquering, slaughtering, and pillaging. He talks so highly of himself from that point in his life. And it begs the question if he considers vampirism a curse, at least in part, because he is no longer that once ruthless leader and fighter. In terms of overall vampires, he's honestly just kind of average it seems. And when it comes to Guillermo he's downright soft, to the point that multiple other vampires have pointed out that his feelings towards Guillermo and the way he treats him are odd, to say the least, for a vampire/familiar relationship.

But the thing is, I think the thing he respects the most about Guillermo is those same qualities he once had. He sees Guillermo as someone who is powerful and strong and fully capable of holding his own (and tbf he's very right). Him wholeheartedly vouching to the others to spare Guillermo in the name of the "warrior's code"? Yeah, that. And he knows vampirism changed that about him. I think, deep in that emotionally constipated little brain of his, he's so scared of Guillermo getting turned and no longer having those qualities he loves and respects, and instead turning out just like Nandor. We as a fandom talk a lot about how Nandor is scared Guillermo would leave him — and Nandor's said as much — and I do think that's a very good chunk of his hesitation to turn Guillermo, but I think a lot of it, too, is that he's scared of Guillermo turning out just like he has.

Yet, when Nandor sought out a wife last season, he wanted someone devoid of those exact qualities he seems to relish and uphold. He wanted someone that basically just lifted him up rather than be his equal, his counterpart. Nandor got rid of people who bested him in a fight, who were too pretty or alluring, who were funnier than him, etc. And he found, seemingly, the perfect person for him within those tight guidelines....and then proceeded to change every single thing about her. Until finally changing her to be an exact copy of Guillermo's boyfriend. Aka: he desires what Guillermo desires.

Which leads to the question of what does Guillermo desire? Well, that's not nearly as hard to piece together since he's much more open about his feelings. Guillermo desires and values the qualities that, he thinks, come with being a vampire — being ruthless, powerful, and attractive. It's the whole reason he finally said fuck it and went to Derek, because he was so tired of being him. He never realized that he already held all of those qualities he valued ("I don't feel powerful. I don't feel sexy" that's because you already were those things, love). It's just that he discovered the hard way that those qualities weren't really intrinsic to being a vampire. But, back to the point I was trying to make; basically, he values all the qualities Nandor had/has. Former fearless ruler and warrior of a nation, who had 37 wives, and is now a bloodthirsty and terrifyingly strong vampire who fucks around with anyone he wants? Check, check, and check.

So, if Guillermo desires Nandor and Nandor desires what Guillermo does, then Nandor is realistically looking for someone that compliments him and is equivalent to him. Someone who he recognizes to have all of the qualities that are fundamental to who he is and was. Man, I wonder who that could be.... And honestly? I think Nandor is finally starting to connect all these dots himself. Which is just adding to his fear of Guillermo changing in any way. Because he likes and respects who Guillermo has become over these past seasons. And I'm so scared and excited to see how he takes Guillermo being turned, both now and after he sits with the information for a while, because, realistically, Guillermo hasn't changed, not really. But will Nandor realize that?

#he's an emotionally constipated himbo your honor #anyways that's enough of me being on my bullshit for today #sorry for the random meta drop yall #but if they dont fuck soon im gonna go crazy mark my words #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #wwdits meta #nandermo #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #mine #rambles

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officialunitedstates · 3 months

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And there I stood on the precipice right outside the great verdant castle, its walls and gates themselves towering over the South Atlantic on the border between Português y Español. 500 years of colonization had led to the great structure behind me, and billions of years had led to the ocean before me, yet we call one a marvel and the other a geographic fact. How many had looked upon this same ocean, with their back at the same fortress, with their mind on the same thoughts I now drew? I picked up the soil from below me, letting it sift and slide through my hands. Gravity cleaned them completely. Even the specks of the earth did not dare stay with me. Then, out in the distance, a dot of gray. A ship? It had to be, simply deduced. What else would dwell far out amongst the blue; what else would dare? And on that ship, was there anyone with a spyglass, a telescope, who would venture their eyes upon the upper coast and spot me, peering without aid onto their vessel? Many paths, one self, and one mind to use to compensate the course, to steer and navigate the soul. I had been here before, I thought, throughout my life, yet never had I reached the same climax of suspense, the same clifftop. I had distractions back then, I had mortal others, but most terrifyingly I had a freely-provided shovel and endless soil to bury it all away in a nice and clean pile. And still more, I never dared climb the cliff to begin with; I never dared to stand with the castle at my back. My civilization, my decade, wasted? Yes, wasted. 10 years of lies, of angst, of waiting for nothing to happen. Who was I to do this to myself? Who was I to meander through the maze of society's corruption and seemingly attractive pits? Where was I hoping to arrive if not back at the original start after trekking through mire and empty mirth? What was I if not pitifully self-righteous, ignorant, foolish. He laid my path before me 29 years ago, when all the doctors thought I may have not even started it, or reached it only to succumb to some of the worst afflictions humans face. But then I was born, free of it all. I thought myself as burdened these past years, but no, I was in fact weightless. I had only to take the easiest steps with the lamp at my feet and the light on my path. To follow the one who had laid that path before me. I had only to progress, to trust, to believe, to pour out. What could I do now but smile? Rejoice in knowing that I have turned the corner, that I had climbed the cliff, that I had the great, green castle at my back, and that I had the great, blue ocean of possibilities in front of me, endlessly spewing forth water and life. I did not need to climb up this mountain to see it, but now that I had, my vision was clear, and I could see in all the good and great glory what awaits before me, and what awaits everyone else as well.

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coffeeandbatboys · 15 days

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AHHHHH CONGRATS ON 300! I know about 3 or 4 songs from your playlist and I, at first, was stuck between where my rosemary goes (i have suddenly blankets the first part of the title my dad would be unimpressed haha!) and my girl, but then! IN THE DEPTHS! I FOUND IT! Can't Take My Eyes Off You nd I'm going to ask for Rex or Fives! Whichever one works the best when you start writing it <3 @eternal-transcience

I'm gonna go with Rex because someone also requested Fives with this song (I'll tag you in it). You get the Gloria ver. and other can have Frankie Valli.

Warnings: Ahsoka and Jesse are a warning. Rex has a major crush on you. Ritzy Amidala Gala (hey that rhymes)

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Rex x Fem!Reader)

Music sparkled through the air as Senators and military officers milled around the room, sharing war stories and talking politics.

One man stood out to you.

Captain Rex was dressed in a neat set of gray dress uniforms, stalking around the edge of the crowded room as if looking for someone. You nearly choked on your drink because maker, he'd never looked so put together before. You'd always found him attractive, even when you became friends, but damn, this was new.

Your heart pounded when he locked eyes on you. You could swear that his jaw fell open, but your thoughts were interrupted by someone speaking next to you.

Ahsoka called your name for a third time, waving an orange hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and cleared your throat.

"Commander 'Soka! You look amazing!" You gasped. She wore a sparkling maroon dress, similar to the color of her Jedi clothing.

The togruta frowned and tilted her head to the side. "So do you." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and followed where you'd been staring before they blew wide and she gasped.

"Oh force...you like him!"

"Be quiet!" You hissed, almost clapping a hand over her mouth. "Yes. No! Well…maybe?”

A terrifyingly mischievous smile crossed her face and she bounded off into the crowd. You knew she wouldn't do something to get you in trouble, but you didn't like where this was going.

A little while later you heard voices behind you, so you turned only to find Jesse practically hauling Rex towards the outdoor balcony and Ahsoka making a beeline for you.

You gave the commander an accusatory look, but she grabbed your arm anyways, dragging you around the swarm of people until you were on the same balcony.

"Good luck!" She whispered, then shoved you outside and shut the door. Dumbfounded you looked to see Rex standing in the corner.

“Sorry, about…that.” You said, turning to leave.

He caught your hand.

“Don’t go.” Rex murmured. “You…you look beautiful.”

You could feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“You look quite nice yourself.” You countered.

It was his turn to blush. “Thanks. Would you, ah, like to dance?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

He placed a hand on your waist and took one of yours in his other, then swayed to the gentle melody flowing outside from the gala.

“I guess Jesse and Ahsoka wanted to play matchmaker tonight.” You blurted, unable to stop yourself.

Something, you couldn’t tell what, flickered on his face.

“I suppose it’s pretty unethical for…”

“—a communications officer to fall in love with her captain?” You finished.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “It doesn’t make it wrong, though.”

Hope swelled in your chest as he tilted his head forward. You hadn’t realized how close your lips were until the moment.

“Then why don’t we make it right?” You whispered right as his lips met yours.

The kiss wasn’t rough or needy. It was tender and slow; driven only by love. His arms tightened around you and pulled you closer. Butterflies swirled in your stomach.

A blissful smile graced his features when you pulled away.

“Do you think anyone would miss us if we continued this elsewhere?” You asked.

He took your hand once again as his smile grew.

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

#star wars #coffee’s 300 follower celebration #captain rex x reader #captain rex x female reader #captain Rex x fem!reader #rex x fem!reader #rex x female reader #rex x reader #captain rex x you #captain rex #rex

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the-hopeless-haze · 11 months

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Bet She Was Brutal and Bratty

Part 1 of Series: Accident Waiting to Happen

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/reader

Summary: Enemies to lovers. Called in to the BAU as a psychiatric consult by Reid, you turn Aaron's life upside down for worse or for better. He doesn't understand why Reid likes you, or why you chose a people-facing career, or why you're so goddamn miserable and hellbent on dragging him down too. But you know what they say. Once an adrenaline junkie, always chasing that high.

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“Why do we need a psychiatrist?” Morgan asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’ve already got one in there and she’s not much help.”

“The BAU, which was originally called the BSU, was actually founded by two agents and a psychiatric nurse. We wouldn’t have jobs right now without her expertise,” Reid drawls, happy to insert factoids into the conversation once again. “It’s what makes it a science. Her name was Ann Burgess, and she—“

“Okay, okay. We don’t need a history lesson. Elle is in there. Are you sure your contact can come down here to fly with us?” Aaron asks.

“She works in the area,” he says.

“And she’s good?” Morgan asks. “You’ve worked with her before?”

“Yeah. You could say that.”

————- “Jesus, Reid, you’ve been holding out on us,” Morgan says, sending you a teasing smile that you meet with a scowl. “Didn’t know you knew women this pretty.”

“Christ. Save it,” you mutter as you board the plane. “I don’t need you drooling on the floor.”

“It was a compliment,” he says, faltering.

“Yeah. And also a backhanded insult to Reid. It’s smarmy and arrogant and the fact you have to put other men down to give compliments to women goes to show you’re terrifyingly insecure,” you respond.

There’s an uncomfortable beat of silence as everyone else gets situated on the plane, letting the weight of your comment sink in and settle in the air.

“Well. She told you, I suppose,” JJ says quietly.

“Anyone else have any comments they’d like to add?” you ask, scanning the plane. There’s Spencer, still scrawny and awkward as ever. You wonder why he bothered to reach out to you in the first place. It’s not often the BAU says they need help from psychiatrists like yourself despite its past history. He looks better, now, though, and this team won’t know it or appreciate it but he’s come far since you last saw him.

Then there’s Morgan, who you know you’re going to butt heads with. Bordering on chauvinist, you assume, doesn’t take the weight of these cases as seriously as he should. Too young, too macho, too arrogant.

He is attractive though.

He can have that.

His lines probably usually work.

There’s JJ, media specialist. She’s pretty, blindingly pretty, has a face and a voice for the TV screen, alright. You don’t see yourself having too many issues with her. She seems like as long as she can do her job you can do yours however you please.

You always worked better with women, anyway.

Next to her is Gideon, an older man with a balding spot in the center of his head. Been doing this too long, probably. Jaded. Maybe even burnt out. Seen a lot of people die.

The jury’s out on him. But he’s a man, so.

And then… there’s Hotchner. Tall, quiet, stoic, with dark eyes and dark hair. He’s the only one who dares to meet your eyes after your outburst with Morgan. Shows he’s not easily intimidated.

You already don’t like that.

“You can cool it with the remarks,” Hotchner has the audacity to say.

“Your agent was just hitting on me when we’re in the middle of a hostage situation and you’re telling me to cool it with the remarks?” you ask. “Why don’t you reprimand the person you actually have authority over? I’m doing you all a favor because apparently you’re all too inept to do this on your own.”

He’s narrowing his eyes slightly at you, and he’s about to say something in return until he’s interrupted by Morgan.

“Okay. Okay. If this is going to be an issue, I’m sorry, alright?” Morgan says, raising his hands in surrender. “I shouldn’t have said that. You’re a professional, and I should have addressed you as such. I’m sorry. Okay?”

“Thanks for all your help, Spencer,” you say, glaring at him.

“Well, actually, in past occasions you’ve said you would prefer to handle situations with what you call and I quote ‘douchebag men’ on your own without assistance from me,” he says. “Something about fighting your own battles.”

“That was before you knew how to fire a gun,” you quip. “But thank you for agreeing that Derek is a douchebag.”

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean… I was saying that’s what you would say,” he sputters, blushing red.

“Cute,” you tease. “It’s fine. I’m sure he gets it a lot. Anyway. Is anyone going to brief me more than what Spencer gave me over the phone or do you want me walking into this blind?”

“He’s a psychotic,” Hotchner says, his tone clipped.

“Yeah? Is that truly all you think I need to know or is that actually all you know?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why did you all even get called in? Christ, I think a local police department is as equipped to deescalate a person in active psychosis as you. And, if you didn’t catch that, by equipped, I mean not well at all. Sending you dogs in there is going to do nothing. Psychosis is a completely different beast than what you’re usually dealing with. None of you have the training necessary.”

“We let Reid call you in for a reason,” he offers, giving you a tight-lipped smile, extending an olive branch.

“Save it, Hotchner. We don’t need to be civil.”

“I see no reason to try and create animosity.”

“Can’t say I agree. How’d you clear me this fast, anyway?” you ask.

“We are the best of the best.”

“Oh, God,” you groan. “I don’t even think I have enough fingers to count how many times the FBI’s very own BAU has fumbled the ball.”

“Hm. Seems civility truly is lost on you,” Hotchner sighs. “Perhaps we shouldn’t have cleared you.”

“Funny,” you smirk at him, glad you were getting under his skin.

“Anyway… submitting you for clearance may have been one of the first things I did when I got the job,” Spencer says, grinning sheepishly.

You roll your eyes at him. “Wish you didn’t.”

“Why’d you come, then?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“For you,” you say softly, wishing the rest of this goddamn team wasn’t here to see you show any point of weakness.

But Reid was a source of weakness for you, an Achilles heel if you will.

Even now that he’s equipped with a gun license and even more of an encyclopedic knowledge, to you, he’s still that kid you met at your lowest point.

“You came all the way down here for Reid?” Hotchner asks.

You shrug. “Do I need a better reason?”

“Most people wouldn’t need one. You…”

“You think you already know me, Aaron? Hm? You think you can profile me?” you ask, leaning forward to look him in the eyes. You see him stiffen when you say his first name.

He hates you.

You love it.

“I think this isn’t an appropriate conversation to have with an audience.”

“Why? You don’t want your employees to hear your astute observations? You invited the conversation. Aaron.”

“It’s Agent Hotchner,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I’d call you by your title if I felt you deserved one. Aaron,” you say, a lilting smile on your lips.

Spencer says your name, hitting you on the shoulder lightly. “Please. I love you, but please stop embarrassing me in front of my boss.”

“Don’t worry, honey. He won’t be your boss for long,” you say, grinning at him. “That wedding ring you keep playing with? You’re on the verge of a divorce, aren’t you, Aaron? Job getting to her?”

“Stop,” Spencer begs. “Stop.”

Aaron feels a fire burning, a migraine starting, a nausea building.

You are antagonistic, abrasive and acrid. Belligerent. Caustic.

And Aaron is a man who prides himself on his ability to keep his cool. Trying so hard to not be his father’s son, to fall as far away from the tree as possible. Catch bad people instead of becoming one. But you? You’re destined to bring out the worst in him, bring out all his terrible qualities he’s tried so hard to stifle, cover up, keep hidden.

He expects the people he catches to anger him and he knows how to deal with that. He knows how to swallow it down and go for a run and be able to sleep at night.

You?

Christ. You’d claw at his throat, coming up like heartburn he can’t swallow down without the acid scalding his chest.

And the worst part is?

You’re getting off on this, on teasing him, arguing with him, seeing him squirm. You think this is fun. Riling people up, pushing buttons, and making them miserable.

You must be miserable to find pleasure in this.

But, begrudgingly, he admits to himself, you’re good at what you’re doing. You are successful at making him irritated and at making the entire team of agents uncomfortable in an environment that was their home turf. You would be an excellent asset in an interrogation room. Who needs physical torture when they could bring you in? He thinks maybe he should send Guantanamo your contact information. They’d certainly appreciate it.

And the fact that you realized he was on the rocks with his wife… lucky guess, on your part, maybe, he doesn’t know many people his age that have perfect relationships with their spouses, but… again, it’s like you knew the exact nerves to hit. And you didn’t care if you hurt the person they belonged to.

Still… you can’t be a terrible person. For you and Reid to have such an easy relationship, understanding, trust… Reid had to know the real you. Reid was closed off and awkward with everyone on the team and it had been months but with you the way you both fell into natural conversation and that Reid had told you he loved you and you didn’t bat an eye… and that the most sincerity you showed was when you said you came down here for him… and Reid is a good kid, kindhearted, genuine.

There’s something deeper than colleagues there even if neither of you will say.

“I go too far, Aaron? You can’t take the heat anymore?” you ask, ignoring Reid.

“It’s Hotchner,” he says again, forcing his tone to be neutral through gritted teeth.

The other thing?

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Morgan wasn’t off-base with his comment, even if it was terribly received and definitely not the right setting. Every time you say his name it goes right fucking through him.

He’s still married. He’s still trying to make it work.

He’s absolutely fucking miserable. You got that right.

If he ever came on to you, ever got you on your knees in front of him, he wouldn’t trust you not to bite his dick off, anyway. Dramatic, maybe, especially from so little time knowing you, but he can’t exactly imagine sex with you as a loving experience. It’d be push and pull, pain more than pleasure, ache more than release.

Exactly what you crave.

Probably.

You look at him, the corner of your mouth lifting in a smirk, like you know just what he’s thinking about. Cornering you against a wall, shoving his knee between your legs, seeing if you’d still talk back then.

You would.

God he fucking hates you. Can’t fucking stand you.

This isn’t like him, either. Elle and JJ are beautiful women that he’s around constantly, and on occasion, his thoughts will travel where he doesn’t want them to go, but they’re easily quelled.

Nothing about you is easy.

“Whatever you say, Aaron.”

The only consolation he has is that it’s a short plane ride.

———

Landing in Texas, you’re immediately assaulted by the heat, and you wish you didn’t have such an affinity for Spencer that you let him drag you out here. And it’s fucking ridiculous, the amount of people they have making up these SWAT teams for one man with a gun that’s more a risk to himself than anyone else on that train.

But whatever.

You weren’t going to change a broken system any more than you were going to fix your own broken psyche.

Spencer was doing the right thing, calling you in. At least one of the agents wasn’t a hopeless fucking idiot.

One of them already managed to get herself in this fucking situation to begin with.

“Well, it took two hours just to convince him to allow a two-way phone. But he won't speak to anyone except what he calls the ‘Higher Authorities.’” The cop says to Gideon, who you’re following into the van they had set up nearby.

“God?” you ask.

“No mentions of religion thus far.”

“Has the Crisis Negotiation lead claimed to be the Higher Authority?” Gideon asks.

“The UnSub won't speak to him any longer,” the cop answers.

“You’re not seriously going to feed into his delusion, are you?” you ask Gideon.

“It might get us an in,” he says, shrugging.

“He gave a deadline of three hours to produce this Authority,” the cop interjects. “And that was two and a half hours ago.”

“Jesus Christ,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why would you feed into his delusion?”

“Maybe because he’s armed and keeping hostages.”

“Well. Look how far it got you,” you snap. “We’ve got half an hour left and you didn’t get any closer to releasing them. Gideon. You think you can be this higher authority?”

“You want me to feed into it after all that?”

“We need to find out what he wants. We don’t have a choice with our limited time thanks to our lovely local cops. I would do it myself but I doubt even in his delusions he’s enlightened enough to believe a woman is the higher authority.”

“If he makes any reference to an endgame of killing himself and the hostages, it’s over and we’re rushing the train,” Hotchner says.

“He’s not going to kill the hostages,” you say.

“How can you be so confident?”

“He’s more likely to kill himself and only himself.”

“But he could still kill them.”

“Well. If I’m the Higher Authority, I’m not going to him. He’s coming to me,” Gideon says. “We need to help him ask the first question.”

“Whenever we get a leeway, we need to say we need a hostage back, or we can’t make any promises,” you say. “It’s dangerous and unfair to validate his delusion in any way. I’m only advising it because of the gravity of the situation. Be vague. The less you say, the better.”

Gideon nods.

“Any objections?” You ask, turning to Hotchner.

“Not at this present moment,” he huffs in annoyance.

It’s a woman’s voice on the line. She’s terrified, coming off quivering and shaking. “He wants to know who you are. He wants to know who just arrived.”

“Tell him it's someone who can help resolve the situation.”

“What….What part of the government do you work for?” she asks after telling him.

“I never said I was with the government,” Gideon answers.

“Are you FBI?”

“He can ask me himself.”

She tells him, and the phone goes over to him. “Tell me who you are or I’m going to kill myself. I want it out!”

“You know who I am.”

“If you're the Higher Authority, then you can have it removed.”

You hit the button to pause the line, the crisis negotiator looking at you with irritation. You ignore him, saying, “Don’t agree to that. Be vague. Say you can’t do anything until you get a hostage back. Tell him to let the woman go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Get back on the line.”

Gideon nods in agreement.

“It'll take some time,” he says cautiously.

“I want it removed now.”

“It’ll take some time. I need one of your hostages back. Let the woman go.”

“You’ll get it out?”

“I need some time,” he says. “And I need the woman back.”

“But you’ll get it out? You have an hour or I swear I’m going to kill myself!”

“I need the woman back before we can discuss that. Can you do that for me? Let her walk out?”

“Yes. Okay. One hour!”

“Good job. Glad you listened to me. Seems someone isn’t inept here,” you say to Gideon, and he smiles, shaking his head.

“Aaron and Morgan aren’t bad agents. You all just got off on the wrong foot.”

“We’ll see about that assessment.”

“The hostages don’t matter to him,” you say. “He might believe they’re working with the higher authorities, he might not, but it doesn’t matter. I believe what he wants is for the voices to stop. I don’t think he’ll hurt them as long as he isn’t provoked. He let her go without much bargaining.”

“Good job, Jason,” Hotchner says, catching up with you two.

“Jason? I got her out,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Hotchner looks at Gideon for confirmation.

“She did. I probably wouldn’t have tried it myself,” he admits.

“Maybe you should all take orders from me instead,” you say, brushing past Aaron to walk over to Reid.

“She’s something, huh, Aaron?” Gideon asks, smiling at Aaron knowingly.

“Don’t, Jason,” he scolds.

“Reid found us a spitfire, hm?”

“Don’t really know how they’re friends,” Morgan interjects. “Maybe they are more than that. She swooped in to his defense pretty fast.”

“You shouldn’t have hit on her the second she walked in,” Aaron says.

“That was barely a comment. Come on. I could’ve said much worse. And I apologized. Look at her, though, Hotch. If only she wasn’t so… hostile…”

“‘Like a golden ring in a swine’s snout is a beautiful woman with a rebellious disposition,’” Gideon recites. “Proverbs.”

“Well, I think that’s more sexist than my comment, Gideon,” Morgan chuckles. “I know the Bible isn’t known for being progressive, but, wow.”

“I’m not saying I agree with it. I’m just pointing out how quick you are to cast her aside for her attitude. Is she really a waste of beauty because of the way she acts?”

“I mean… we all heard her, right? She is kind of… a lot.”

“Well. There’s a reason for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what, yet.”

“Don’t make it a habit of trying to sleep with consults, either, Morgan. You never know if we’ll need to call her again,” Aaron interjects.

Morgan looks at him, shocked. “You’re thinking about calling her again? After all that?”

“If she was able to guide us to get a hostage out within minutes of being here, then yes. She’s effective.”

“Effective at pissing you off, too. I don’t know. Doesn’t seem like she’d be good for your blood pressure.”

“I’ll be fine. Go call into Garcia and see if she has any updates on the rest of our hostages.”

“Morgan’s not wrong. You seem extra tense today,” Gideon observes, then walks over to you and Reid.

“He thinks there’s a chip. Common delusion, even by people that don’t have schizophrenia,” you say. “Government is always watching. Whatever. Tell him there’s no chip. Or tell him he needs to leave the train to remove it if you feel the dire need to be assholes.”

“I don’t think that will work,” Aaron says brusquely. “There’s a chance he could kill everyone if we tell him there’s not a chip. He believes there is.”

“Okay. But we know there isn’t,” you say tersely, rolling your eyes at him. “His speech is lucid. There's no sign of neologisms, word salad, or loosening of associations. He can be negotiated with.”

“What if we can remove the chip?" Morgan asks.

"I can do that magic trick. Sleight of hand," Spencer offers.

“Are you kidding me?” you ask, looking at him incredulously.

“I used to do it during exams,” Spencer says. “You remember.”

“Yeah. Not tricking an armed man with schizophrenia. Come on, Spencer. You’re smarter than that. You guys can't risk giving him another agent as a hostage.”

“Teach it to me,” Aaron says.

“Yeah, because that’s so much better,” you snark. “Actually, I’d look forward to not getting you back.”

“Look, if you can do it, I can do it. Show it to me,” Aaron says to Spencer, trying his best to ignore you, but you see his jaw set in annoyance.

You’re pleased with that, at least.

“I’ve been practicing this my whole life,” Spencer says. “We have less than 30 minutes.”

“Spencer, I am not going to let you get on that train in an active hostage situation,” you say. “Teach it to him.”

“I can do this,” Spencer says.

“Now isn’t the time to show off, or try to kiss ass, Spencer,” you retort. “Can’t you talk some sense into him, Aaron?”

“I don’t see a better option,” he says quietly.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. I didn’t know I came down here to watch Spencer get killed.”

“You’ve got to have faith in me,” Spencer says, grinning.

“It doesn’t matter if I have faith in you or not. It’s common fucking sense not to send people into a hostage situation. He’s not coming back if he goes in there. We all know this, right?”

“Do you have any better solutions?” Hotchner asks.

“I already told you! Tell him there’s no chip there! I guarantee you that what he wants is an end to the voices. That’s what he thinks the chip is doing. So when the voices don’t stop… what do you think is going to happen? He’s going to let everyone go when this chip is removed? Even if he doesn’t think it’s controlling the voices… we have no idea. We’re the higher authority, right? He believes that? So tell him there’s no chip. Or, I don’t know. Tell him he needs to put the guns down and come out and talk to us about it. Anything is better than this bullshit.”

“There’s a chance if we tell him there is no chip he’ll no longer believe we’re the higher authority.”

“There’s a chance the voices tell him to kill everyone on the train when they don’t stop,” you say.

“I thought you said he didn’t care about the hostages? Which is it?” Aaron snaps at you.

“Whoa, don’t get nasty with me. He has command hallucinations, clearly, and he’s armed. I never said there wasn’t a risk. I said you would need to provoke him and removing the chip and not the voices… that’s provocation right there.”

“We can’t remove the voices.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Which is why this is fucking stupid to begin with.”

“I think unfortunately our best bet is to send Reid in there.”

“Okay. Then you’re dumber than I thought. Remind me to never take you gambling if you think this is your best bet. Jesus Christ. Why bring a professional in if you’re not going to listen to her?”

“You’re a consult,” he snaps. “You’re here to advise. I still make the final call.”

“Oh, so you’re going to risk Spencer’s life to get one over on me, Aaron? Make you feel like a big man, huh, exerting your authority? Why would you listen to a woman when you can just do whatever the fuck you want?”

Spencer’s babbling your name nervously, tugging at your sleeve. “Please. I’m okay with it. I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Aaron sets his jaw as Reid pulls you aside to talk you down. He’s never been quite so grateful for him.

“She’s really got it out for you, huh?” Morgan says.

“Quiet.”

“You got it, Hotch,” he says, grinning.

“Wipe the smirk of your face and at least act like you’re working, Morgan.”

“Don’t take it out on me. I’m not the one who’s got you by the balls.”

“Morgan,” Aaron scolds sternly, rolling his eyes as Morgan laughs and walks away.

God.

You seem hellbent on boiling his blood to a fever pitch.

———

“How can you work for a man like this, Spencer?” You ask him.

“I think you’d like him even less if I told you he kicked me a few weeks ago,” he chuckles.

“He kicked you? I’ll—"

“Relax. It was for a case. It… it didn’t even hurt. I wish you wouldn’t antagonize him.”

“It’s how I am with everyone. You know that.”

“Yeah. But… I’m still new here. I’m the youngest here, too, and I… I wanted you to make a good impression. To show I can pull my own weight, that I can be helpful.”

“I’m being helpful. I got a hostage out of there within ten minutes of being here.”

“Right. But… you’ve been rude to everybody.”

“Morgan was rude to you!”

“You are a lot prettier than me,” Spencer says sheepishly. “He’s not wrong to wonder where I met you.”

“Oh, be quiet and stop feeling sorry for yourself,” you say, ruffling his hair.

“I want to prove myself.”

“You don’t need to do this to prove yourself.”

“I… I don’t want to let anyone down. If there’s even a chance this could work… please tell me you think there’s at least a chance. A shot in hell?”

“I mean, yeah. There was a shot in hell I could’ve won the lottery. Did I? No. This isn’t safe, Spencer, and you know it, and don’t tell me your job isn’t safe. This is creating unnecessary risk.”

“But it could work.”

“Yeah. But you have to be very, very careful. And when you can’t leave, because he won’t let you… are you prepared for that?”

“I don’t … I don’t know,” he admits, sucking in a breath.

“You have to talk him down. Don’t validate his delusions. But talk to him. Get to know him. Show you’re not a threat. Convince him to let the train go and that it’s against his best interests to keep them. Tell him we can get him help. Real help. If… if you think you can, tell him you heard voices too. Tell him the higher authority helped them stop but he needs to come out and meet him and put the guns down.”

“Am I validating or not?” he asks nervously.

“You can’t validate anything past the higher authority. We already said that exists. But use that to your advantage. Be vague, though, unless he gives you more insight on what he believes the higher authority is. What he really is… he’s really alone. Anxious. Depressed. And… well… you know what that’s like.”

“So do you,” he says, meeting your squinting eyes in the beating sun.

“Yeah. Well. Whatever. Tap into it. Empathize, don’t sympathize.”

“Can I… can I hug you? In case I—“

“Spencer, if you dragged me down here to watch you die I’ll be the next person with hostages, and that douchebag Hotch is first on my list.”

“Watch it. You’re still talking to an FBI agent,” he teases, walking closer to wrap you in his arms.

“Jesus, do they clean these vests? You reek. Also, cute that you’re walking in there with an FBI vest. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Stop it,” Spencer chuckles, pulling away from you.

“You do whatever you can to make it out of there. You hear me?”

And, predictably, Spencer does not return when he performs his magic trick and “takes the chip out”.

You knew he wouldn’t.

You truly don’t think anyone here thought he would.

“Aaron? Look at me,” you say firmly.

“What?” He sighs, no longer seeing the point in correcting the way you address him.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re an idiot. What is it, hostage negotiation 101 to not bring somebody else into a hostage situation? Which I said about fifty fucking times, in case you were never taught that. You just put Spencer’s life at risk. You’re an idiot and a sorry excuse for a unit chief.”

“Go to hell,” he says quietly, just under his breath, just barely audible.

You didn’t know the constant stress, the trials and tribulation, the pressure he was under.

Sure.

You’re a professional in your field. No doubt things aren’t exactly a cakewalk for you.

But when people will die if he’s not there… when he makes decisions that risk the lives of his coworkers, the people he’s grown close to… that he cares about… it’s a toll. One you wouldn’t understand.

And he did order Reid right into the crossfire.

You weren’t wrong about that.

You weren’t wrong in your assessment that the unsub would let a hostage go, either.

Fair enough.

He still hates you beyond belief.

How dare you call him an idiot, in front of his entire team, and do your best to undermine his authority at every chance you got, for stupid reasons, too? That you just assumed he was like every other man, dismissing you for your gender, that all he wanted was to get one over on you.

He thinks about what Gideon said earlier, how there was a reason this was the way you choose to act. Maybe some people just come out of the womb born to be contrarian. But Gideon seemed certain there was a reason.

Did it make it any better?

The end result is the same, regardless of why.

Right?

“Go to hell?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, and now you’re a fucking liar, too? Morgan, you heard him. What did he say?”

“I’m definitely not getting involved in this,” Morgan responds, raising his hands in the air.

You scoff. “Of course not. Gotta keep everyone in line. Bureaucracy, right, Aaron? Everyone just blindly follows you? Wants your constant approval? That’s why Spencer went in there. You know? It’s your fault if he dies. His blood is on your—“

“Enough,” Aaron cuts you off, louder, more stern. “That’s enough. I’m going to ask you to leave.”

“Yeah? What if I don’t leave, Aaron? You gonna manhandle me out of here?”

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you focus on the situation at hand instead of berating me? If not, you can leave.”

“What, you want my advice now?”

“Yes,” he says drily. “Unfortunately. Yes.”

“Smartest thing you’ve said all fucking day. Yeah. I’m making the phone call this time.”

———- “Dr. Bryar? Did I reach Dr. Bryar? I’m someone who can help you. I work for the Higher Authority, like the man you spoke with earlier. I’m a doctor who can help you,” you say.

“No! No doctors!” he shouts. “I don’t want any more doctors. Leo says no more doctors.”

“Right. But I specialize in the procedure you just had done. It’s my understanding you feel like it didn’t go as planned. I do need my technician back, though.”

“There must be another one… I… I still hear the voices… I…”

“Right. There isn’t another one. You would have known, right?” you ask. “I need to see you to assess you to see why you’re still hearing the voices. But I can help you, Dr. Bryar. If you leave the train… you need to come to me. I’ll take you on as my patient and I’ll get you real help. We’re all here for you, Dr. Bryar. We know that you've been hurting. I need you to leave the guns on the train and come out so I can help you."

“But why… no! You’re going to kill me!”

“I promise you we’re not. I can make the voices stop. I need you to listen to me. You… you probably felt alone, right? Scared? Alone? You were the only one to really like math class, right? You were memorizing your times tables while the other kids were playing dodgeball. Right? And you loved it, but you felt alone, at the end of the day. And sometimes… sometimes the voices are helpful, because they help you feel less alone, right? But other times they’re scary. And that’s why you’re doing what you’re doing right now. Because you’re afraid. You don’t want to hear them. You don’t want to do what they say. You want to be your own person like you were before they got this loud. And you can do that. You can put the guns down and you can leave the train and I can help you. Okay? Because that’s what you want. You just want help. Someone to listen. Not just scream at you."

Aaron's listening to this, watching you, watching you turn into a... well, a professional. You've been nothing but crass to him and the rest of his team, but he realizes why Reid loves you, now, why you chose this field to begin with.

You've struggled. You’ve been the outcast, not by choice but perhaps because you were shy, awkward, unchosen. And the rough exterior, well, it's just that. A facade. He knows you'd deny it, say you were manipulating the situation, playing a part to get a desired outcome.

But he knows what he's hearing.

“I… how did you… how did you know? Are you in my head too?” Dr. Bryar stutters anxiously.

“No. I just… I’ve been through it too, you know? Being alone and afraid. That’s why I know how you feel. And I got better, so I can help you feel better, too. Right?”

A gunshot through the speaker jolts you out of your seat. “Fuck off!” You yell, running outside. “I was so close too, what the fuck?”

“Stay back,” Aaron yells, running after you as you run toward the train.

“Fuck off, Aaron,” you snap, trying to bend his arm so you can push past him. “I need to see if Spencer is okay.”

Pulling you back, he grips your arm firmly, glaring into your eyes. “Yeah. What happened to not running into an active hostage situation? You’re not armed or vested. You’re staying here.”

“If he’s not safe--"

“Clear!” Morgan yells from the train, audible from the now broken window. “It’s clear. Everyone’s alive.”

“What?” you furrow your brow in confusion, shrugging Aaron off you.

You rush onto the train, seeing what was likely Dr. Bryar collapsed on the seat, holding his shoulder, the gun he had in his own hand now on the ground next to him.

"I... I had to. I had a shot," a passenger sitting in the back seat whispers, voice quivering.

"You're an idiot," you hiss at him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said."

"Sorry! I didn't want to listen to you play negotiator. Sorry I wrecked your big payoff. It clearly wasn't fucking working. He was... off guard talking to you. I had a shot. I took it."

"Yeah. He was off-guard because I was doing my fucking job. You can shut up now," you mutter, putting pressure on Dr. Bryar's bleeding shoulder.

“Fucking bitch,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Yeah. Okay. Save it for someone who cares, asshole. Can we get a stretcher in here? Let’s go!” you yell, glaring at Morgan.

“Yeah. They’re wheeling one over. Relax.”

“Don’t ever tell me to relax, Morgan.”

“Noted,” he says, raising his hands in defeat.

Turning to the doctor, you say, "Hey. I'm the doctor. We're going to take care of you, okay?"

"I... I'm sorry," he rasps out. "I'm sorry."

———- “Yeah? Hey honey, can you hear me?” you ask, speaking into the phone. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just dealt with fucking idiot agents. One of them has to go to the hospital so I can't fly back yet. I’ll be back in town probably overnight. I’m okay, Jessie.”

You cough as you inhale smoke, exhaling heavily. “No, I’m not smoking. Why would you think… okay. I picked up a pack on the way over. It’s fine, Jessie. Yeah. Okay. Sure. You can burn them if I don’t chain smoke the whole pack right now. I’ll see you when I get in. Bye. Love you.”

You lean against the wall, taking another drag, coughing again. “You can come out, Aaron. I know you’ve been eavesdropping.”

“I didn’t know you were married.”

You chuckle, flicking your lighter on and off again. “Not married. You’d have to drag my feet down the aisle.”

“Naturally," he responds, a slight mirth in his tone.

“Are you expecting an apology? Because you’re not getting one,” you say, turning to look at him.

“No,” he sighs. “No. I wasn’t expecting one."

“Then what do you want?" you ask, throwing your cigarette on the ground and stamping it out with your boot.

"I... I actually wanted to apologize," he admits. "I should have listened to you instead of sending Reid in there."

"Yeah. It's only what I said like... fifty fucking times."

"Right. You were good, anyway."

"Yeah. When you let me work."

“Right,” he says, coughing awkwardly. Sometimes he hates being the bigger person, to apologize, to get over himself, to acknowledge when he was wrong.

It’s the only way to ensure the apple rolled far, far away from his father’s tree.

“You’ll be calling me again, hm?” you ask. “Deal I worked out for pay isn’t bad. And I got a new patient.”

“You’re… you were serious about overseeing his case?”

“Mm,” you agree. “Only fair. I did promise it.”

“He probably won’t remember.”

“Right. But what if he does?” you say and shrug. “Here’s my card. I assume you’ll need it.”

“I certainly wouldn’t bet on me reaching out.”

“Why not, Aaron?” you say, grinning. “That’s a gamble I’d feel quite confident winning.”

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