#sorceress temple | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

malum-forev · 5 months

Text

In My Head

Bucky was past the point of anger. Sam could tell by the way Bucky stared at him with tense eyebrows. He had been for the past sixteen hours.

“What the hell is wrong with you now?” Sam massaged his temples. They had barely escaped death days prior, he didn’t have the time or energy to deal with whatever Bucky’s problem was.

But the Sergeant kept quiet.

Sam huffed, leaning his head back on the wall of the plane.

Just three more hours and we’re back home. Sam thought.

Bucky grinded his teeth, keeping his eyes set on the floor. He felt his blood like fire, rushing through his whole body. His thoughts were racing, a thousand miles per hour. His muscles felt weak but he couldn’t fall asleep, not after what happened.

A flashback to the moment where everything almost ended came back but Bucky shook his head, trying to erase the memory. But nothing would let him forget what he saw in those last seconds.

Then the all-consuming rage came back again.

Bucky had been going through this vicious cycle for the past 72 hours.

His body tried to betray him when the plane landed, Bucky’s sore body begged for mercy. Even one hour of rest would help but he was on a mission.

Bucky stalked off the ramp directly into the compound’s common area.

“Buck!” Steve rose from the couch, happy to see his best friend alive and back.

But instead of greeting his friend, Bucky kept walking. “Where is she.”

“She? Who?”

“She’s got you too, huh.” Bucky scoffed. “Un-fucking-believable.”

The elevator ride up to the bedrooms was too long for him. He needed to unleash the rage he’d been filtering for days, and there was only one person responsible for everything.

You thought you were getting a relaxed Sunday. No one needed help, the world was at peace, and you were going to watch disgustingly cheesy movies all day.

Key word- thought.

Suddenly your door was being almost smashed by a couple of knocks.

“I know you’re in there.” Bucky’s voice boomed.

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself as quiet as possible. He would go away eventually, right?

“Open the damn door!” He yelled. “I can hear your breathing pattern.”

Your “relationship”, if you could even call it that, with Bucky is strained to say the least.

He’s a veteran who should be retired, you’re a newer hire. He likes things to be done a specific way, you always try new things. He wants to lead, you want to lead.

“I’m not on the clock right now so technically, you’re not my boss.” You yelled back, throwing a popcorn kernel in the air and catching it in your mouth.

“Open this fucking door you witch!”

“Sorceress.” You corrected him. If he was going to try and use your powers to insult, he should do it the correct way.

You heard a growl then a pop. As you sit up in bed, the door handle from your side of the room falls to the floor and the door flies open.

“Guess the door was open after all.” Bucky gives you a fake smile.

“Why are you here.” You turn away from him, partly to act disinterested and partly to stop looking at him. He wasn’t your favorite person in the world but you’re only human! You hadn’t seen him in days and the ruffled ways of his hair and unkempt beard made your breath hitch.

“You know why I’m here.” He gripped the metal pole on your bed’s footboard, you turn only your head towards him blinking a couple of times at the sight of his rolled-up Henley exposing his forearms. When the fuck did you start being attracted to forearms, when did that even become a thing! You followed the popped-up veins traveling from his knuckles to his elbows where they disappeared completely.

“I don’t have time for your mysterious ways, Barnes.” You turn back to your movie. “Either tell my why you’re pissed or get out.”

With two steps he’s standing next to you again. His stern blue eyes pierced through you, forcing your head up.

“How did you do it.” Bucky says through gritted teeth.

Your eyebrows furrow.

“This is the last time I’ll ask politely.” You could see the anger in his eyes. “How the fuck did you do it!”

You stand up. He was still ways taller than you but no one was going to come into your room and speak to you like that.

“I have no clue as to what you’re talking about.” You crossed your arms. “So, this is the last time I’ll ask you properly. Get out.”

Bucky let out a humorless laugh. “Is this a joke to you? This job? Be careful how you talk to me because I can make everything go away in a second.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Your breathing quickens as your anger rises. “You have no right being here when I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong?!” Bucky yells coming closer to you. “You almost cost me my life that’s what you did! Now you say nothing’s wrong?”

“Your life? How the hell am I responsible for a mistake you made thousands of miles away!” You stand inches away from his face, rage hovering over both of you like a cloud.

“You got in here!” Bucky points to his head “I know you did some spell just for me to mess up!”

“I didn’t do anything! I wouldn’t try and get you killed!” You yell.

“Then how the fuck did I see you when I was going down!” He yells back and your room suddenly goes quiet, only the sounds of your heavy breathing could be heard.

“Y- you saw me when you were dying?” You whisper, looking up at his crystal blue eyes.

Bucky sucked in a breath, his eyes going from yours to your lips.

“You were in my head, I know you did it on purpose.” Bucky’s eyes stopped at your lips.

“I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Your mind must have been playing tricks on you because you were almost certain Bucky was coming closer to you.

But suddenly, the heat radiating off his body was ripped away from you. He jumped towards the door and out the hallway.

“I need to leave.” He said, coughing into his hand. Red splotches adorning his cheeks. “I’m sorry about your door handle, I’ll have someone come by and fix it.”

All you could do was nod.

“I-my-I’m.” Bucky stuttered.

“Have a nice rest of your Sunday, Sarge.” You said and he nodded his head, hurrying down to his bedroom.

You fell back onto your bed. This has got to be the weirdest Sunday ever.

763 notes · View notes

shadowdaddies · 2 months

Note

Omg it’s been forever!!! I have a request for Azriel!!! I was thinking, the reader is an amazing story teller and is known for being really creative and imaginative. At some point azriel asks if she’s ever thought about writing her stories down and he finds out that she doesn’t know how to write. Maybe juts some fluff with azriel and maybe cassian and rhysand teaching her how to write and like when she does something good azriel gives her kisses or something And then (sorry it’s kinda long) but maybe one day azriel asks her to tell him a story and it leads to some smut maybe… maybe where he’s kissing her neck while she’s telling the story I DONT KNOW I DONT KNOW but it’s been forever and I’m really missing requesting these! Love you 😘

Hey lovely! I've been having a little bit of writer's block lately and this was kind of therapeutic? idk but I had so much fun writing it💜💜

Inspired

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, romantic sex, oral f!receiving

Nyx’s giggle rang through the room as you waved your arms dramatically, acting out the story as you told it.

“The sorceress’s eyes glowed an eerie green light as she smiled, a snap of her fingers an order for the dragon behind her. Breathing a rush of fire, the creature lunged,” you continued, dragging your mate from his seat as you urged him to act out the scene with you.

“...And then the handsome knight charged, his sword raised to strike the hideous beast.” Azriel raised his arms as though he were holding a sword. Rolling your eyes, you muttered, “no, Az. You’re the dragon.”

“Right, of course. My mistake, Handsome Knight,” he retorted, spreading his wings as he hunched slightly, his best effort at resembling a dragon. Your arms swung, mimicking the action as you told the story of slaying the mighty dragon, Azriel clutching the imaginary sword in his chest as he made a dramatic heaving noise, collapsing to the floor.

“What is going on in here?” Feyre teased, an amused smile on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe, hand on her hip. “Nyx, it’s time for bed,” she chided the pouting toddler, reaching a hand to carry him to his room.

“But momma, Auntie’s story!” Nyx protested, the deep frown on his face emphasizing the boy’s chubby cheeks.

“Yea, Feyre. What about the story?” Cassian protested, his eyes wild as he looked to you and Nesta for backup.

Nesta scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully as she leaned into Cassian’s side. “I think we can wait until tomorrow to hear the rest of the story,” she promised, silvery eyes twinkling as she gave you a knowing smile.

You turned to your nephew, giving him a kiss on the cheek goodnight as you promised to continue the story - and make sure Azriel knew his role better - tomorrow night. With another grateful smile, Feyre lifted Nyx into her arms, the boy yawning as he rested his head on his mother’s shoulder.

You turned to see Azriel still sitting on the floor, laughter bubbling up as you took his hands in yours. “You can get up now, dragon,” you purred, a gasp leaving you as he stood swiftly, scooping you into his lap as your mate settled back on the couch.

“Where do you come up with these stories? They’re too good to just be bedtime stories for Nyx. I would read it in a book,” Cassian noted, flashing you a charming grin as he sipped his drink.

With a nervous laugh, you leaned into Azriel’s side, shaking your head as blush crept over your cheeks at the compliment. Nesta leaned forward, that warrior’s determination shining through her sharp features. “Really, you should try writing. I know some of the priestesses in the library have great resources and would be happy to help you... And so would I.”

Azriel’a arm wrapped around you, giving an encouraging squeeze as his lips grazed your temple. You turned to your mate to see hazel eyes shining with admiration as he grinned at you. “What do you think?” you breathed, nervously biting your lip as you awaited an answer.

“I think that you are the most beautiful, creative, talented, and kind person I have ever met, and I know many others would pay to hear what you have to say,” he murmured, finger crooking against your jaw as his lips pressed softly against yours.

“All right,” you whispered, unable to hold back the bright smile on your features as you turned to Nesta. “I would really appreciate the help, if you wouldn’t mind.”

WIth that, you made plans to meet Nesta in the library the next day, starting a pattern of working with the priestesses and using the House’s resources as you learned the tedious process of writing a book.

~~~

Exhausted, you trudged up the endless flights of stairs to your room, oblivious to your mate seated by the fire, who watched as you tossed your books, notes, and half-worked manuscript onto the nightstand. With a dramatic sigh, you flopped onto the mattress, burying your face in the pillows as you willed your head to stop pounding.

The bed dipped next to you, the familiar scent of cedar and rain instantly calming as Azriel’s hand touched your shoulder. “Everything alright, love?” he murmured, voice deep and soothing.

You practically melted into his touch, reveling in the feel of his warmth as you rolled onto your back to face him. A scarred hand cupped your cheek, tenderness in Az’s eyes as he waited for your answer. “I’m just tired, Az,” you sighed, gesturing towards the daunting stack of papers next to you. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to plan out a story. It’s so much harder to actually write everything down, I don’t know if I can do it,” you admitted, tears springing to your eyes as you finally felt the overwhelming weight of your work.

“Hey, hey,” Azriel soothed, lifting you so that your back laid against his chest as his muscular arms wound around your waist. “You don’t need to do this if it doesn’t bring you joy, my love. I love you and your stories, no matter how you decide to express your creativity.”

Laying back against his chest, you leaned up to press a lingering kiss on Azriel’s cheek. “Thank you,” you whispered. “I do want to write. I feel so inspired, I just don’t know how to articulate it on paper, if that makes sense.”

Azriel hummed, his hands idly playing with yours as he thought. “What are you inspired by, love? What is driving your story?” You blushed, dipping your chin slightly as you curled further into your mate.

“My main character - he inspires me,” you admitted. “He is kind, thoughtful, willing to do anything for those he loves,” you paused, leaning your head against Azriel’s neck as you reached up to run a hand through his hair. “He’s devilishly handsome - with hazel eyes and dark, wavy hair. He makes everyone in his life feel special, but he is the most special person I have ever met,” you spoke, barely above a whisper as you pressed a kiss to his throat.

Waves of onyx hair brushed your cheek as Azriel’s head dipped, working slow kisses down the side of your face and neck before he settled on your shoulder, humming against the skin. “Why would you want to write about such a person?” he murmured, voice a low rumble as his hands slid down your body, fingertips skating lightly over your thighs, up to the waistband of your pants.

Breaths turning shallow, your mind reeled as you focused on the question. “Because... You make me feel a joy that I want others to see. You give me hope that I want others to have. You give me love that I want others to know is possible.”

Azriel’s hands continued teasing, feather-light touches across your stomach, dipping below the band of your pants as you bit back a moan. “Maybe, if I refresh that feeling, would you be able to ‘articulate’ it in writing?”

A knowing grin spread across your face, eyes glinting with mischief as you looked up at your mate. “I suppose that might help,” you teased, nipping at the skin of his jaw.

Azriel wasted no time, his deft fingers sliding under the waistband of your clothes, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he felt how wet you were. One finger slid, tortuously slowly, through your folds, gathering your slick as he lightly brushed your clit.

Head thrown back against his shoulder, you ground your hips up against his hand, desperate for friction. “Az, please,” you begged, already breathless and craving his touch. A soft laugh left his lips as cool wisps of shadow twined through the fabric of your pants, pulling them down to expose your lower body to the open air of the room.

A soft mewl escaped you as the soft tendrils wound their way back up your legs, spreading them open for their master as he continued his slow, intentional movements against your core. “How do you want me, love?” he whispered, his smirk evident in his tone.

“Your hands, your tongue, please. All of you, Azriel. I need all of you,” you begged, fighting against his hold as your need overwhelmed your other senses. Without another word, Azriel lifted you from his chest, laying your head against the pillows as he shifted to lay between your legs.

“Don’t think, just feel, my love,” Azriel murmured, his warm breath fanning over your clit before licking a stripe up your center. You gasped, back arching as your mate pinned your hips down, spreading your legs open for access. Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking in rhythm with the finger that curled teasingly at your entrance.

Head tossing back and forth against the sheets, you babbled incoherent pleas for more, a pleasurable gasp leaving you as he pushed his finger in, curling in tandem with his alternating sucks and kitten licks on your clit. He added another finger, the coil inside of you building as you neared the edge.

Azriel hummed his praise against your writhing body, bringing your attention to the male before you. Your mate, who knew you better than anyone, made you feel like no one ever could from the day you met. As the coil inside of you snapped, you were taken back to your first time with Azriel - the euphoria of finding the only person meant for you, and joining with him as one.

You came down from your high to see Azriel looking at you with an awed expression, his hand moving to wipe tears you hadn’t realized you’d shed. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to his palm, guiding Azriel to lay on his back as you straddled his hips.

“I will always have inspiration, because I have known you,” you whispered, lowering yourself onto his length. The both of you sat there for a moment, basking in the tenderness of being one, when the idea struck.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mumbled, scrambling to reach for the parchment and pen on your bedside table, scribbling down your thoughts before they could be forgotten.

“What are you doing?” Azriel breathed out on a laugh, watching as you bit your lip, sheer focus and determination on your face while you wrote.

“I know the next part of my story,” you responded, a proud smile on your features as you set the paper aside. “Now where were we?”

Azriel laughed, a full, rich sound as he flipped you onto your back, lining up at your entrance as he pressed kisses all over your face. “You were meant to be a writer,” he teased, amusement clear in his gaze as he eased into you. Pure love and admiration flowed each way down the bond - the beginning of one of many long nights finding joy and inspiration in each others’ presence.

banners by saradika

361 notes · View notes

s4lv4tions · 4 months

Text

war god sukuna has no need for you. you know this as intimately as you know yourself.

he is a monstrous god, well-suited to the mantle he was given from birth; two pairs of muscular arms as thick as the average man’s torso, two cruel faces, a gaping maw carved into the hardness of his stomach. to peer into sukuna’s eyes is to see death and famine and destruction — wars raged long before you and long after you — and live through it all.

he has no need for you. he is perhaps more powerful than the entire pantheon, even the six-eyed-one and the curse-consumer, who swallows the sky every day to bring night. you have little understanding of the sheer magnitude of his power — your pathetic human brain can only fathom so much — but you know that sukuna, undoubtedly, is the very meaning of the word. and yet, he keeps you.

you are not a concubine, though he shirks those he has in favour of your company. you are not a general, nor an admiral, nor a soldier, and yet he seeks your counsel. you are not a mage, and hardly a grand priestess, and yet sukuna finds your door instead of that of his great temple, where hundreds live and breathe to serve him.

you had only reached the status of alter-maiden before your own temple was crushed to dust; little responsibility was given to you beyond tending the hearth, studying, and occasionally helping with chores. but sukuna dresses you in the finery of high priestesses — gauzy crimson dresses that bare your stomach and chest, fine golden jewellery and garnets that appear almost black in low light — and instructs you to dance in the way your superiors did. dances of worship, dances that he does not need, because he is already all-powerful.

the dances fit you like armour fits the weedy frame of a young boy — your legs don’t quite stretch far enough, your arms can’t move with a fluidity only gained by experience — but sukuna watches you like you are a sorceress, enchanting him with each step. he hushes uruame as they try to speak, insisting on remaining undisturbed during your worship — and when you finish, panting and glistening with sweat, your god only hums in satisfaction, grin all sharp-toothed and feral.

it must be blasphemous, you think, to perform such revered dances so clumsily—

but perhaps even more blasphemous, though, is the lingering touches your god fixes upon your waist; the hunger in his eyes as you dance; the scrape of his pointed nails against your jawline; the tent in his robes at the sound of your laboured breaths after dancing.

you fear the god of war means to have you in more ways than one — and worse still, you can’t find it within you to care.

#sukuna x reader #nsft #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna smut #jjk smut #listen i have a lot of thoughts abt how u really r just like #a toy for him at first #like a cat batting at a dying bird #ur just like so pathetic and human and hes like yeah ill take that one #and it means absolutely nothing at the start - ur just amusing and entertaining and ur heart beats like a hummingbirds when he looks at u-#-like he wants to split u in two on his cock (he does)#and then hes like oh fuck ur humanity has endeared u to me. oh fuck #etc but add more jealous concubines and godly drama of course :3333

356 notes · View notes

serctcnia · 2 months

Text

To Be Soft

Content: Angst | Alcohol use | AFAB tiefling reader | She/they pronouns

Word Count: 686

A/N: I finally got around to writing this based on the prompt I wrote in December! It's also not fully fleshed out but I wanted to post it anyway because Rolan <3. Gonna just say it's writing practice.

"Come to gawk, have you? The great Rolan besotted and wallowing in his self-pity." He sat his tankard down, wine sloshing out onto the counter and his robes. "Hells!"

She sat on the stool beside him and reached for a rag on the counter in front of her. It was damp enough to possibly get the stain out without using prestidigitation so she handed it to him. "I've not come to gawk, I've come because I'm worried about you. You've done nothing but drink and yell at the children."

Taking the rag, he dabbed at the red splotch lazily until the rag was stained red. A groan of agitation fell from his lips as he realised it was useless to try to get it out. He tossed it back across the counter and looked at the woman beside him. "Don't you start too, ___. The hero has already tried to 'make me feel better,'" He rolled his eyes, pulling a half-empty bottle of wine toward him. "My entire family is missing because of our involvement at the grove, taken to gods knows where, so I believe I will sit here and drink."

Scooting her stool closer to his, she put her hand atop his to gently pull the bottle toward her. "I know they are, Rolan, I’m sorry. But drinking isn’t going to make them come back any quicker. It’s only going to give you a migraine in the morning.” Rolan spread his fingers across the length of the glass, allowing her fingers to slip between his. His face grew red, then he felt a swell of anger. "They were - are - my responsibility and I will do everything in my power to retrieve them from - from wherever they are. If you had used an inkling of the power you have to fight their captors, Cal and Lia may be sitting here with us. Pardon me if I don’t take advice from a washed-up sorceress such as yourself."

He jerked the bottle from her, almost topping her from her seat, and brought it to his mouth. The more he drank, the more it began to sour on his lips. Fuck. He thought. Maybe she was right. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more, I really am. I should have fought harder.” She said as she moved her seat back. “But I miss them too, you know? I know how it is to lose your family so I thought we could talk as friends.”

He drank her in as she spoke. The curvature of her horns, the colour of her eyes in the candlelight, the small imperfections of her face, and the frown that curled on her lips. A frown he had caused. He was in the presence of a goddess, yet he spoke ill of her to her face.

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

“What? Of course we’re friends.”

Sliding the empty wine bottle to the side, he cast his gaze to the countertop. “That’s not what I want.” He wanted more. He wanted to be able to cry upon her shoulder, feel the softness of her lips against his temple as wept. He wanted her.

Her tail drooped, the end beginning to curl around her ankle. "Oh,” She paused, attempting to mask the hurt in her voice. “Very well. I’ll leave you be then, but please drink something other than wine. If you want to - nevermind. I’ll be in my room.”

As she stood to leave, she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Rolan had unravelled her tail from her ankle and began snaking his around her own. When their tails could no longer intertwine, he tugged her closer toward him with soft, almost imperceivable, purrs. Now standing at his hip, the tip of his tail brushed against hers in small circles, then up and down.

"Don't go," He slurred. "Please."

Despite her rapidly beating heart, she sat down and began to mimic the motions of his tail. Small circles, hearts, up and down, repeat. She could tell it was getting to him as she watched the lines of his eyes soften.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

#bg3 #bg3 rolan #baldurs gate 3 rolan #rolan x reader

98 notes · View notes

dark-and-kawaii · 6 months

Text

༺ 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 ༻

This recurring nightmare of Raphaels death haunts you each night, now you find yourself question Haarlep and believe they have something to do with it all. Tav is a sorceress with royal red draconic bloodline.

Angst - Death - Comfort - slight NSFW

You’ve been having the same nightmare over and over the past month… A vision of Mephistopheles holding a bloodied Raphael by a broken wing, ready to consume him. It haunts your very existence, each night you stir in your sleep only to awake to clammy skin and a bead of sweat descending from your temple. Your breath always ragged as if you’ve been running for hours non stop… Your body twisting hastily to see that Raphael is still next to you in your shared bed. During the nights he chooses to not be at your side at night your anxiety looms until you’re finally forced out of bed to go looking for him around his house of hope.

Whenever you come to find him he’s usually reading or writing in his diary, and when you see him sitting there quietly, his face at ease… That’s when it dwells in your soul, the deepest longing for him. You can’t help but to crawl in his lap, can’t help but to flick your tongue against his neck, to grind yourself into him; wanting nothing more than for both your bodies to become one and to make sure he is very much still alive.

“This little mouse of yours, she feels your claws within her heart, and when you’re away it only tears apart.” Your voice soft like a sweet whisper, Raphael can’t help but to hum in response as he closes his eyes to listen.

“If only I could make you feel the pain you cause me when you aren’t around, then maybe you would begin to see-.” You lean back in his lap, your eye’s glassed over as you put one of his stray hairs back in place, “That this 'Cat and Mouse' is not a game for those in love should play.”

Raphael’s chocolate eyes bore into yours, with a voice ever so amused before it becomes stern, “Love, my delight? …My torture.” His face scrunches, his brows creasing in disapproval. Yet you can see you satisfy a need he has despite trying to hide it.

He never questions why you seek him out looking so dejected at night. Raphael only thinks that it’s because you’ve become desperate for his touch once more. He enjoys how you come crawling to him, enjoys the way you ride him until he’s rutting into you.

Walking into the boudoir, you spot Haarlep staring out at the red world from the balcony, watching the hells with that oh so famous smirk of theirs playing on their face. You didn’t trust them, never had and never will. There’s something about Haarlep, you know for a fact they loathe Raphael. Every time they have spoken to you about him only malice comes from their tongue. They would constantly question your sanity as to why you would willingly choose to stay here.

Standing a few feet behind Haarlep, you decide it’s time to speak your mind, “You were a gift from his father, Mephistopheles, right?”

“Oh my my, what do we have here? A little lost pet seeking answers that they already know, but alas I will tell you what you wish to know once more. Yes, I was a gift. Bound to Raphael as a distraction.”

Your eyes say it all but your lips move so that Haarlep truly knows how you feel, “That’s what worries me.”

Haarlep laughs, striding over to you, “You’ve been having nightmares, haven’t you? I’ve heard you at night, moans escaping you as you toss and turn, not out of pleasure but agony.” Their thumb strokes under your left eye, “The bags under your eyes prove it, mouse.”

You move your head to the side in disgust to shake his fingers from your skin. Hells you couldn’t stand the way Haarlep calls you mouse, mockingly. Your lip curls under, your eyes hard as you look up at the incubus. All you want is to tell them to stay away from Raphael, that you fear Haarlep has been feeding Mephistopheles intel on the both of you… and that it would lead to the nightmare you’ve been having.

The incubus’s smugness grows, his violating eyes reading you as if you were an open book, “It bothers you, doesn’t it? That you can’t tell me to stay away. Not out of jealousy, but love and protection. You can’t order me around and that angers you. Hahaha, oh if only he would make you the lady of this house, then maybe?”

You bite your lip in vexation, but a wave of calmness takes over you. You are no sheep, you are a dragon. Not just any dragon either, you are the ancient red dragon's daughter and you will not let a mere incubus laugh in your face.

All it takes is one step forward for you to be in their face, you can feel Haarleps breath on your face, feel the heat radiate from them, “I will not hesitate to burn you to ash. Test me slave and it will be your fall.” The fire in your eyes burns bright, your breath controlled and your form daring Haarlep to say something smart. You love Raphael, support his goals and wish to see them through. You’ll help him get the crown of Karsuss, and you’ll stand by him even if it costs you your own throne.

Turning on your heels you make your way out of the boudoir, unbeknownst to you that a certain devil named Raphael was listening the whole time…

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate #raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x reader #Raphael bg3 x reader #raphael x tav #haarlep #haarlep bg3

227 notes · View notes

thesorceresstemple · 4 months

Text

#rainbow home #maximalist home #witch home #witch boudoir #sorceress temple #barocco decor #opulence #leopard print

29 notes · View notes

hayleythesugarbowl · 3 months

Note

Hi! Hope you’re having a good day/night 😊I saw your post about requests open again . I know the requests are closed right now, that you said that you’re busy at the moment and focusing on other things in your life which is very understandable. But I have a request I’m dying to send, like try your best to get to it when you can, but i know you can’t promise it will be anytime soon.

I want to ask if it’s their a chance that I want to request a Ray Manchester/Captain Man (Henry Danger) shy!reader please? His team except schwoz thinks Ray is making things up that he has a girlfriend or that shy!reader chose her hero best friend to be they godfather of their newborn son who’s a mama boy. Then Ray thought it’s a good idea bringing his team to the hospital to see his family and the team are surprised that shy!reader happens to be a powerful and legendary Sorceress (like Scarlet Witch) & popular superhero in the planet, also a stage magician. Even the villains adored her.

Secret Identity || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • ray manchester masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: you and ray have been dating in secret, due to your shyness and secret identity, but when there’s a change in your relationship it may be time to let everyone know

word count: 3.8k

warnings: i think i cursed once

a/n: thank you for this request lovely!! it’s been a while since i have written for ray and i love him so much. i hope you enjoy this! 🩰✨🍓

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~°~❦~°~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What is so hard to believe about me having a girlfriend?”

Captain Man put his hands on his hips in exasperation. He looked around the Man Cave, waiting for an answer.

The others glanced at each other, seeming to be having a conversation with their eyes.

“Nothing, man,” his sidekick finally said, having been silently delegated to answer, “It’s just, well, you’ve never really had a girlfriend before.”

Oh what they didn’t know, you thought. You watched Ray, your boyfriend, talk to his friends through a crack in the door leading to the Man Cave.

These people, with the exception of Ray, had no idea who you were—or, at least they thought they didn’t—yet you knew so much about them. Ray had told you so much since you’d begun dating that you felt like you already knew his friends, even if you’d never met them.

Your boyfriend’s voice brought you back to reality.

“I have too had a girlfriend—Tana Sommers, fourth grade.” Ray shot back.

“Since we’ve known you,” the boy you knew to be Henry rubbed his temples.

“Ok, well, Evelyn Hall!”

“You never called her back, remember?” The girl—Charlotte—responded.

“Lacey Lumbar!”

“She tried to steal your inventions!” That was Jasper.

“Gwen!”

“She tried to kill you!” Charlotte added.

“Oh, I know,” Ray clapped his hands together, “Henry’s mom.”

“Dude, my mom is not your girlfriend,” Henry sounded disgusted.

“Well, not anymore,” Ray whispered.

You found yourself absentmindedly making a fist, and looked down, unclenching your fingers carefully.

You’d heard about Ray’s relationship with his sidekick’s mother. According to him, they’d been very serious ever since he rescued her from the jaws of a shark, until he broke it off with her shortly before meeting you. Although, knowing Ray, some of this might have been an exaggeration.

“If you had a girlfriend—”

Ray looked like he was about to argue again and Henry held up a hand, continuing quickly.

“—which I’m not saying you don’t, why wouldn’t you just introduce her to us?”

You played with the hem of your blouse.

“She just—well, I’m not ready to introduce her to you yet.”

You silently thanked him for not revealing your secret. You weren’t sure anyone would actually believe Ray’s reason, seeing as you’d been together for nearly a year now, but you appreciated anyways.

The truth was, you weren’t great with meeting people. You always got all flustered and your cheeks felt hot and you never knew what to say.

Ray was the only exception to that rule, always making you feel comfortable and safe.

You had always been shy and you just weren’t sure if you were ready to meet all of Ray’s friends, especially all at once.

It was ironic that you could crush a man’s windpipe just by looking at him but you feared making a simple introduction.

Which was the other truth Ray wasn’t telling his friends, which you knew was probably killing him.

You were kind of a superhero. The Sorceress, to be precise. You’d become quite infamous in Swellview since you’d arrived there shortly before you met Ray. You’d known practically no one when you’d arrived.

Well, that wasn’t quite true. You and your best friend Hal had moved across the country together. He was also blessed with superpowers, but preferred to work behind the scenes unless absolutely necessary. He was incredibly gifted with technology and you were thankful for all of the gadgets and weapons he designed for you. However, he didn’t want any credit even when you assured him he deserved it.

However, when he wasn’t donning a cape and gloves, he was the most outgoing person you knew. Always taking you out for drinks and insisting you had a good time.

It was funny, you thought, that the two of you were so opposite. Most everyone you knew had been introduced to you by Hal.

Except for Ray.

Ray told everyone he’d met you at the local coffee house. Which was partially true. If you changed coffee to clock and—well, house was more of a suggestion.

You’d met in The Time Jerker’s lair.

Captain Man had been there for an entirely different business—apparently he owed the villain money for some reason or another—but you also happened to be chained up to a chair in his basement.

It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it wasn’t particularly terrifying either. This had happened many times before that. The villains of Swellview had an odd fascination with you and appreciation for you and seemed to always be persuading you to change sides. You supposed it was because your set of superpowers could do an equal amount of bad as they could good.

That didn’t stop you from refusing every time. You’d rather lose your powers than become one of the criminals who tortured the city and its occupants.

Captain Man had rescued you that day—if rescued is what you could call it—and you had instantly enjoyed his company. You didn’t meet many acquaintances as The Sorceress and you found it wildly easier to make conversation when you had a mask on and could hide under the guise of a confident, powerful superhero.

So you and Captain Man began dating in secret and nobody was the wiser.

You smiled to yourself at the absurdity of two of the most known figures in Swellview keeping a secret like this.

You knew Ray was probably dying to reveal to his friends who his girlfriend really was, but you knew he wouldn’t. Not unless you gave him the green light.

You supposed you two would have to tell people soon, you thought, placing a hand gently on your stomach. Everything would have to change when the baby was born.

The elevator doors opened and it caught your attention, the present crashing back down around you like a wave.

A short man—Schwoz—stepped into the Man Cave carrying a bag of bird feed.

“Lunch?” He held it out to the present company.

A symphony of disgusted declines filled your ears and you chuckled quietly.

“I’ll eat that,” Jasper said, “When Ray has a girlfriend.”

“Ray has a girlfriend,” Schwoz said earnestly.

“Schwoz, what have we said about lying?” Charlotte chided.

“No really,” Schwoz insisted, “She’s beautiful and smart and she likes a animals and she has these crazy superpowers—”

“Too far, man,” Henry said, patting Schwoz on the shoulder and walking towards the elevator.

You breathed a sigh of relief when Henry and his friends disappeared into the elevator, leaving the Man Cave for the day. You felt bad for giving Ray’s assistant the reputation of a liar, but you couldn’t deny you were glad no one believed him. It was easier that way.

Schwoz had seen you and Ray…together once in the Man Cave and you were forced to tell him the truth. But he was the only one that knew besides you and Ray and Hal. So far, it seemed, except for almost moments ago, he’d kept his promise and hadn’t told anyone about his boss’s girlfriend’s identity.

“Coast is clear, babe,” Ray called to you. You left your hiding spot and entered the room.

You walked over to Ray, smiling as he pulled you into his arms. You kissed him on the cheek and he looked down at you.

“Now, where were we,” he whispered and leaned down to kiss you.

He stopped just before his lips touched yours as you both heard a loud crunching sound.

You both looked up and saw Schwoz shamelessly watching your embrace as he dug into his bird food.

“Beat it Schwoz!” Ray shouted and the small man grabbed the bag and left, mumbling.

Ray gave you a look as if to say, Assistant’s, am I right?, before leaning down and kissing you. You placed your hands on his chest and kissed him back.

Your boyfriend continued kissing you, moving from your lips down to your neck and finally landing in front of your stomach.

He placed his hands around your sides, kneeling down in front of you and planting a kiss right where you imagined your baby was. You were pretty big now, your due date fastly approaching

“And how’s my little baby girl?” Ray cooed.

You placed a hand on his head and ran your fingers through his hair. “And how do you know it’s a girl?”

“Call it superhero’s intuition.” Ray said, looking up at you before pointing at your stomach, “You know, one day this is going to be my new sidekick.”

“How will you break the news to Henry?” You asked, getting lost in the daydream of you and Ray here ten, twenty years from now. You were in the process of moving in with Ray ever since you found out you were pregnant, but this place had already felt like home for so long. Even Hal spent almost an equal amount of time here as at your apartment-turned-lair. Much to Ray’s dismay.

“Henry’ll get over it,” Ray waved the idea away, “Besides, hypermobility? That’s nothing compared to the genes this kid is going to have with two superhero parents.”

“What about me?” You teased, “What if i wanted to be your sidekick?”

“(Y/n), that would never work. I couldn’t constantly have my sidekick upstaging me. It’s bad for my image.”

“That wouldn’t happen,” you smacked him lightly on the arm as he stood up.

“Yeah you’re right, I am pretty awesome,” Ray said with smirk and you laughed.

“How did I get so lucky?” You said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes playfully.

Ray chuckled before falling silent and staring into your eyes.

“(Y/n),” he said softly, running a hand along your arm, “We are going to have to tell everyone soon, you know that right?”

You sighed, “I know.”

“I mean, what’s the point of having a super-hot, badass girlfriend if I don’t even get to brag about it,” Ray pouted. “‘I’m dating The Sorceress and no one even knows how cool that makes me!”

“But seriously,” he continued, “They’re going to find out eventually if you start living here full time. And Schwoz can’t keep a secret forever.”

“Hey!” A muffled voice reached your ears, “I heard that!”

“I said beat it Schwoz!” Ray yelled, spinning around to find the source of the voice. You laughed, grabbing his hand to bring him back to where he’d been standing before, inches from you.

“Alright, alright I’m ’beating it’,” Schwoz said from somewhere and then it was quiet again.

“I think we’re getting closer,” you said, bringing the hand that was intertwined with Ray’s to your stomach. Your due date wasn’t for a few weeks but you felt like it could be any time now. “Now we just wait.”

“I can’t wait to be a father, (Y/n),” Ray said bringing his arms around you and kissing you again.

You smiled, letting him embrace you. How did you get so lucky? You thought, echoing your earlier sarcastic statement. That meeting what could’ve just been a friend one day in a villain’s lair would’ve turned into all this.

Friend. That reminded you. You pulled away. “Hal’s coming by later today,” you said, forgetting about it until just now.

“Ugh, why?” Ray mumbled.

“Because he’s my friend and I invited him,” you said.

Ray had this crazy idea that you were going to run away with Hal any second. No matter how many times you assured him it was just that. Crazy.

“Well then, fine—how about I invite Henry’s mom,” Ray pouted.

“Did you and Henry’s mom even date?” You asked him, willing to settle it once and for all.

“We totally did!” He pointed a finger at you. “It was the epic romance of the century.”

“Oh yeah?” You crossed your arms, smirking, “What’s her name?”

Ray sputtered, and you laughed. He crossed his arms back at you and turned away.

“You’re mean, you know that.” He was laying it on thick but you decided to oblige him.

“Forgive me?” You said sweetly.

“Only if you kiss me,” he said and you rolled your eyes but put your arms around him and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Hey, c’mon, I don’t wanna see that!” You heard a familiar voice and turned towards the elevator, seeing Hal standing in the entryway, a look of mock outrage on his face. Where had the time gone? You’d thought it would be hours before he joined you.

You walked over to him and gave him a hug. Ray sulked in the background and you pulled Hal towards him. Ray was impossible sometimes.

“Say hi,” you whispered to Ray.

“Hey Hal!” Ray said, overly enthusiastic.

“Hey man,” Hal said, clapping Ray on the back.

“Ow!” Ray exaggerated.

“Right sorry,” Hal laughed, “electric currents running though my hands and all.”

“You’re indestructible, Ray.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,” Ray mumbled but you already turned your back to him, helping Hal get something out of the Auto Snacker.

You were interrupted by an alarm sounding, loud and persistent.

Ray jumped over to the computer and pressed a button, taking an incoming call from a very distraught looking woman in a jewelry store.

Ray listened to the message and then shut the system off, moving to the center of the room and taking out his container of gum.

“Guess this is a solo mission. See you (Y/n), I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Ray said to you. He popped the gum in his mouth and transformed into Captain Man right before your eyes.

“I’ll come with you,” you said, “Henry’s already gone home so I’ll go. It’s not like I don’t do this alone every day.”

You pressed a button on the bracelet encircling your wrist and your Sorceress attire soon took over your everyday clothes.

“I can’t let you do that, (Y/n),” Ray insisted, “Not in your condition.”

You’d taken some time off for your pregnancy lately and Hal had been covering for you the past couple of weeks. But still, you could manage one mission.

“I’ll be fine,” you said, “Trust—”

You paused, feeling an odd sensation inside of you. You looked down.

“Ray, my water broke.”

“What?” Ray said, rushing over to you. You nodded.

“What do—we need to—I can—we need to go to the hospital,” Ray finally said.

“Like this?” You pointed to your superhero uniform.

“There’s no time,” Ray said, wrapping an arm around you as if to pick you up.

“I can take her,” Hal hurried over, throwing down his burrito. “If you need to go.”

Ray looked over at him. “You think I can’t carry my girlfriend?”

“Not the time, Ray,” you shot at him.

“Right,” Ray said, picking you up and heading towards the door, “We’ll take the Mancopter, it’ll be the fastest.”

“But what about the jewelry store!” You shouted.

“I’ll go,” Hal said. “I want to be helpful. I’ll take care of it. Good luck, (Y/n).”

Ray looked torn for a moment, before setting you down and quickly pulling Hal aside and saying something to him. You only caught the words ‘pick up’ and ‘under my name’.

“Thanks so much, Hal,” you called to him, ignoring whatever Ray was saying to him as Ray rushed back towards you and direction of the helicopter.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be a dad!” Ray shouted, as if it had just hit him, running towards you. As he ran you smiled at him, letting him lift you again as he finally placed you into the passenger seat.

“You ok?” He asked, a worried expression on his face.

“I’m fine,” you smiled up at him, “just fine.”

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

“So, superhero’s intuition, huh?” You said as you cradled your new baby boy in your arms.

Ray sat next to you, stroking your arm and looking lovingly down at his son.

“Hey, I had a 50/50 chance,” Ray shrugged, smiling. “And didn’t I say it was going to be a boy?”

You let out a quiet laugh, looking up at Ray.

“I love you so much,” he said, “You know that?”

“Yeah,” you nudged him, “I do.”

You were both silent for a moment as a nurse came in to check your vitals. Her glance landed for a moment on Ray’s clothing, no doubt surprised to see Captain Man siting on the side of your bed, before stepping out again. Your uniform lay discarded on a chair and you were grateful for the hospital gown you now wore which gave you some anonymity.

You and Ray had gotten your fair share of odd looks and shocked glances and awed expressions as you entered the hospital. But you couldn’t seem to care now. Let them find out. You and Ray could deal with it later. Right now, this, your son, your loving boyfriend, was all that mattered.

When the nurse left, you turned to Ray

“You want to hold him?” You said to him.

He nodded and you gently passed your son to his father’s arms.

“Hey there little superhero,” he said quietly. You watched the two of them with a happiness you couldn’t begin to explain.

After a few moments, Ray handed your son back to you.

“Hey, you mind if I step out for a minute?” He said, “I just have something I need to do.”

You nodded and he kissed you on the forehead before standing up and leaving your room.

After what felt like 10 minutes, your boyfriend reentered the room.

“(Y/n),” Ray started, walking over to you and taking your hand, “I was thinking. Since we have a family now—a family (Y/n)—which brings us so much happiness and joy, what if now we shared that joy with others? I think it’s time.”

You nodded. “Yes, Ray. I think you’re right.”

“Good, ‘cause they’re already all in the lobby.” Ray looked relieved.

“Ray!”

“I haven’t told them anything, just that I had something to share with all of them. But it is a hospital so they’re getting kind of worried.”

You nodded again and Ray opened the door, “Hey guys, come in.”

You braced yourself, gripping your child tighter as Ray’s friends walked in the door.

Their expressions ranged from confusion to shock to apprehension.

Ray cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentleman, my girlfriend.”

Every jaw in the room—with the exception of you and Ray—dropped open.

“You’re real?” Henry said, slowly approaching your bed.

“What he means,” said Charlotte, “is hello.”

“Dang, she is pretty,” Jasper said.

“Jasper!” Ray warned at the same time as Schwoz entered the room holding an ice cream cone saying, “Told you!”

Ray gave him a look.

“What?” Schwoz glanced at his ice cream, “I got hungry.”

“Ray really does have a girlfriend,” Henry ran a hand through his hair, passing what looked suspiciously like a 10 dollar bill to Schwoz, before holding out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Henry.”

“I—” You blushed and tried to find words as Ray came to stand by you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You took a deep breath. “I’m (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you.” You shook his hand.

“So,” Henry said, turning his attention to your son, “Ray’s baby.”

“God I hope so,” Ray said and you hit him playfully on the arm.

“Well, congrats guys,” Henry said and a chorus of congratulations filled the space.

You looked around the room. Past Jasper and Henry and Schwoz as your gaze landed on Charlotte, who was inspecting your discarded clothing.

“Holy churros!” She said, coming to a conclusion, “You’re The Sorceress!”

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, “I guess I kinda am.”

“You’re dating The Sorceress?”

All eyes turned to Ray. “Told you she was special,” he said.

“And I told you she had superpowers!” Schwoz said.

Ray opened his mouth.

Schwoz beat him to it, “Yeah, I know, I’ll beat it.”

He left the room and you held back a laugh.

“Well, I’m very glad to finally meet all of you,” you said. “Ray talks about you all the time.”

“Did he say I’m the handsome one?” Jasper asked, “Because I am the handsome one.”

“Oh definitely,” you said, amusement in your eyes as you obliged him.

At that moment, Hal rushed in, looking frantic.

Upon seeing you, his eyes softened and he rushed over to greet you and your son.

“This is Hal,” you introduced him to the group, “Fellow superhero who happens to be a friend of mine.”

“Hello little guy,” Hal said, coming around to see your child. “You’re so handsome.”

“Again, the handsome one,” Jasper gestured to his face and you laughed. Charlotte swatted his arm, dragging him and Henry out of the room and giving you a little wave.

You waved back, letting your friend hold the baby as Ray took your hand.

“What is he doing here?” He whispered.

“He is the godfather of our child, Ray.”

Hal’s eyes snapped up. “Really? You mean it.”

“Of course,” you said, “We’d love you to.”

Ray smiled, sighing, “Welcome to the family!”

You grinned so big you thought your cheeks were going to fall off.

“And speaking of which,” Hal said, lowering his voice, “I got what you asked for. At the jewelers store.”

What? Had Hal brought a criminal here to the hospital?

He handed the baby back to you and then walked towards the door, passing something to Ray from his coat pocket before leaving the room.

“I’ll see you later, (Y/n),” he said.

“Ray?” You asked, confused, “What’s going on?”

Ray blew out a breath. “Ok, (Y/n), I love you very much—so much that it hurts sometimes and—what I’m trying to say is—”

“Honey, you’re scaring me,” you told him.

“No, uh—that was stupid, let me start over. (Y/n), I couldn’t have found anybody as perfect as you. I can’t imagine my life without you and I want to spend every second of my life with you. Except for maybe when we’re saving the city separately. Like, if you’re on one side of town and I’m on the other—and I’m not saying you can’t have friends or anything because that would be—”

“Ray,” you said gently.

“Right,” he knelt down, pulling out a small box “What I’m trying to say is I love you (Y/n). So what do you say? Will you marry me?”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded over and over again and he put the ring on your finger.

He leaned down to kiss you and you wished you could live in this moment forever. Just you, Ray, your son, and the promise of a beautiful future together.

“Yes, Ray,” you managed though your joyful tears, “A million times yes.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~°~❦~°~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this love!! have an amazing day 🫶 i may need to start a ray masterlist 🤭

#ray manchester x reader #captain man x reader #henry danger #ray manchester #captain man #dangerverse #henry hart #schwoz schwartz #charlotte page #jasper dunlop #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader

67 notes · View notes