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In Bloom

White Collar | General Audiences | Oneshot | 1000 words Diana Berrigan

Summary: Diana contemplates on the prospect that she may be pregnant. Written for the White Collar Flash Fiction May Prompt - Expectation

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Tags & Warnings: Pregnancy | Introspection | prompt fic | nerves View on AO3 for full fic

Diana smiled awkwardly at the young man about to ring her up. He barely glanced her way before he started passing items through — a tub of ice cream, a bag of oranges, a box of herbal tea, and several pregnancy tests. She felt silly and exposed, which was ridiculous; she was an FBI agent, someone who regularly took down career criminals, and upheld the law as a mixed-race lesbian in an institution as straight, white and male as the FBI. And yet, here she was, embarrassed by some twenty-year-old, who probably couldn't give less of a shit, knowing that she might be fulfilling the most iconic natural function that a woman could. He didn't even blink at the number of tests, as if this was a common occurrence, and that somehow made it worse. Diana sighed, and paid for her things, smiling awkwardly again as she took the bag. At home, she deposited the ice cream into the fridge (with the knowledge that, one way or the other, she'd be digging into it soon), and dumped the rest of her items out onto her counter.

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I've been listening to the Rocket Man cover of Saturday Nights are Alright for Fighting recently (I think I might prefer it to the actual studio recording haha).

Anyway, I've thought about it before, but now I'm thinking about it more:

Caffrey in his troubled teens era, getting into fights on the weekend. Getting picked up by that one police officer who is also sort of a mentor to him.

Him smoking and the guy going "You're too young to be smoking" "it's only illegal to sell to me, not for me to smoke" "you're still not allowed to be smoking, Danny" "You should arrest me"

Neal asking his cop mentor, after getting picked up from fights, if he can stay the night instead of going home cause his mum won't have noticed and his mum's boyfriend hates him.

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About

Hello! I am Rara, welcome to my blog, I am happy to have you here.

I am a 25-30 year old woman, who mostly exists in the Criminal Minds and White Collar fandoms these days.

Most of my fanwork is for the Criminal Minds fandom, and most of it is smut. I got back into writing fanfic in about 2024 after a long break, and now most of my published works are 18+. I am going to branch out at some point, but for now, it’s all spicy goodness.

I’ve only just returned to Tumblr after about a 10-year gap, and I’m happy to be here.

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FAQ

No one has actually asked anything but…

- What is this blog?

This blog is predominantly a place to ‘cross-post’ my fanworks. I put ‘cross-post’ in quotations, since the full work is not accessible on Tumblr, and actually must still be viewed on Archive Of Our Own.

You can see the preview of fics or art here on Tumblr, they are tagged as Fic and Fanart - a link to those tag pages are also in my about section.

I also intend to use this space for Asks & Messages, since AO3 does not have a PM function. I’m unlikely to be reblogging many other posts like you normally would, but you can always check my likes.

- What is my icon?

It is a picrew. This one, if you’re interested.

- What is my header image?

That is a page from my Criminal Minds fanart comic One Million Words - beware s8 spoilers for Zugzwang. You can view the first page on my blog, or find it on AO3.

- Why are only some of my fics cross-posted here?

I have cross-posted all my fanworks that I have published since I started actually writing fanfic again, about two years ago. There are some old fics, as well as any scraps/non-works, on the AO3 that I haven’t included here.

- Are my asks open, interaction in general?

Yes, I’m always open to asks, anonymous or otherwise. I’m open to prompts, questions, or just being talked at, as well as comments on my posts - it’s all good. I am also open tags/mentions. Don’t be cuntish and I will probably respond to most things.

My only specific request is that there is no 18+ interaction from underage folk.

Currently, anonymous asks are off, due to an influx of spam, sorry. I don't really use Tumblr, and haven't had any interaction via asks yet, and I really didn't want to turn them off since I know lots of people would rather ask things anonymously - especially since a lot of what I write is smut.

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Downpours and Downtime

White Collar | General Audiences | Oneshot | 1000 words

Neal Caffrey & Peter Burke

Summary: Neal and Peter are stuck in the car during a storm. They have a lot of time on their hands. Written for the White Collar Flash Fiction April prompt - Storm

@operationmorewhitecollar

Tags & Warnings: Storms | Banter | prompt fic | two truths and a lie

View on AO3 for full fic

Neal sighed and looked out of the car window at the rain being whipped about by the high winds. Peter sighed, too, as he tried the ignition again with no luck. Out of the city, off the beaten path — with an engine waterlogged from being forced to ford a flooded section of road — they were stranded. "It'll probably be a while, since we're low priority," Peter declared. "Low priority?" Neal repeated, incredulously. "Stranded? In the middle of nowhere?" "I wouldn't call this the middle of nowhere," Peter grumbled. Neal squinted at Peter for a moment, but then shrugged and returned to peering out the window. Peter sighed and tried the ignition again — still no luck; he also fiddled with the radio, in the bleak hope that the storm would allow at least something through. After minutes of Peter futilely trying buttons and dials, Neal slapped his hand away from the controls. "Do you want to go back to prison?" Peter spluttered.

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Tender Expectation

Criminal Minds | Mature | One Shot | 2754 words

Jenifer 'JJ' Jareau / Derek Morgan

Summary:

A pregnant JJ is set for a relaxing time under the diligent hands of her baby daddy.

Tags & Warnings: Mature Content | Massage | Pregnancy Kink | No sex

View on AO3 for full fic

JJ was on the bed when Morgan came back in from the bathroom. He moved to her side and took in the sight of his pregnant lover; she was laying down, relaxing as she waited for him, on his bed, with one hand resting on top of a belly that was large with his child. She had taken off her t-shirt and her stretchy maternity trousers, had her hair up in a messy bun, and was laying there in just her bra and full coverage panties, looking pretty damn comfy. Morgan set down the items he'd brought — a glass of water, a towel, and some body lotion — onto the bedside table, and leant down to kiss her.

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Consider this:

Jamie and Keeley singing along to the Spice Girls together.

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So, Neal is a conman, right? But we only really hear about him actually being a con man for the Adler thing.

Of course, that's a long con, so you gotta be a good con artist to pull that off. But I also wonder if Neal is still really more of a forger / thief.

I think it would be interesting to see that be discussed. That while he did do some con artistry, that's not actually where his talents are, so maybe he's not always as perfect at the conning side of it as people expect? Or maybe just the idea that that's not how he sees himself, and then people are shocked?

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Morning Delight

Criminal Minds | Explicit | Oneshot | 2,240 words Spencer Reid / Emily Prentiss

Summary: Emily is treated to some sleepy morning finger fucking

Tags & Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content | Finger-fucking | Sleepy (but not sleeping) sex | Emily POV View on AO3 for full fic

For being two people so attractive, and attracted to each other, they didn’t actually fuck very often. Spencer didn't seem to have a particularly high sex drive, and Emily's wasn’t so high that she was always ready for it when he was and, unfortunately, their libidos often peaked at different times in the day. Between that and tiredness from work, like ships passing in the night, it just didn’t happen all that frequently. Well, that wasn’t quite true; for all that they didn’t often “bone”, he did have a way with coaxing her into some morning finger fucking.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64651312

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Chapter update - warning, Explicit Sexual Content. Preview for chapter below keep-reading line. See reblogged post for summary & details.

Butt Plugs, 10,188 words Further exploration into spiced up long distance couple time was put on hold as Spencer went to visit Ethan in New Orleans. He had booked four days off, and they had a wonderful time together, even finding the time to visit one of the local sex shops. Spencer’s face had flushed with embarrassment when they entered, though the cashier paid them no mind. In the end, though, they didn’t leave with anything from that shop except ideas of what to try next.

After their foray into the semi-public, with Ethan’s staff toilet wank, Spencer thought he might want to try something a little spicier himself. Ethan, in his infinite wisdom, had suggested butt plugs —simple, unassuming, and undetectable under clothes. Spencer thought it was a great idea, and the sex they had following the conversation was impassioned and filled with toy related dirty talk. It was a shame that Spencer hadn’t been able to bring eEthan with him, but there was no way he was going to attempt bringing that on a plane. In fact, most of the sex they’d had during those four days didn’t include any extra equipment, though they did have a good time enacting their dirty talk from their first stroker session.

Remote Access

Criminal Minds | Explicit | 5 + 1 (plus prologue) | 11,682 wordcount as of ch4 (of 7) Spencer Reid / Ethan

Summary: Spencer and Ethan are in a long distance relationship and are about to bring Sex Toys into the equation. Entry 3 into CM Kink Bingo 2024 - Sex Toys

@cmkinkbingo2024 Tags & Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content | Established Long Distance Relationships | Sex Toys | Phone & Video Chat Sex | 5+1 View on AO3 for full fic

Prologue, 431 words: The thing about long distance relationships, was that it complicates many aspects that otherwise might seem obvious in a regular relationship. Like hanging out, eating dinner, watching a film, having sex. To their credit, Spencer and Ethan thought they had, more or less, done well with the mundane aspects. They did a lot of things over the phone together; watching films streamed from one of their computers, listening to the same music while doing other things in parallel play, ordering the same dishes of a take-away. One thing they hadn’t quite worked out yet, was the best way to solve for the long distance relationship sexy time problem. Sharing nudes and masturbating over the phone only goes so far. Thankfully, they were a couple of horny geniuses, so with a little brainstorming they had come up with a few ways to include their sex life in the list of things that just worked.

Masturbators, 1451 words: Spencer spent a long time researching masturbators, or strokers, or whatever they were called. Initially he had floundered in his research, but after a conversation with Garcia that revealed an invasion of privacy he really didn’t want to dwell on, he was thrust into the hidden world of sex aids. As it turned out, there were a lot of types on the market; more than he had anticipated, and with a variety of technologies that achieved the same effect. Basic manual strokers, ones that vibrated and pulsed, strokers that warmed or simulated suction, ones that were hands-free, ones that had long distance controls. It really was a marvel that the sex toy industry had expanded the market on stroker toys this much; up until now, Spencer had never considered a hand to not be enough. There was so much to choose from, but eventually Spencer settled on a wireless remote sucking masturbator. It was a little expensive, but according to the reviews, it felt like the real deal, and was excellent for couples play. And so, both of them armed with the same model, they were able to settle in for some steamy, and hopefully smooth running, Tuesday night phone sex. The plan being that they would match their settings, and Ethan would guide them through the pace. — “Feeling good, Pen?” Ethan asked when they were partway into their session. He sounded a little out of breath, though it couldn’t have been from exertion. “Mmm, it’s good,” Spencer replied, a little breathless himself as he jerked the masturbator on his cock. He was laying comfortably on his back, his phone wedged between his ear and shoulder. “I can see why it’s expensive.”

Vibrators, 3888 words: Emboldened by the success that was the pair of masturbators, they decided a pair of dildos would be a good idea to try next. Spencer had a dildo he personally used, a charming light-skin toned thing he had named Geraldine, but the stroker remained Ethan’s only toy. They thought that it would be a good idea to get Ethan an insertable for himself, and that a matching pair of dildos would be in order. Maybe even vibrating ones, maybe even remote controlled ones. Spencer had their short list to refer to, but there was still a lot of leeway for him to make decisions on what they’d be trying together. Research was both easier and more complicated than for the stroker. The faux phallus market was a bit more mainstream than the masturbator market. There was also a wealth of reviews, for every kind of insertable under the sun, to help make an informed decision. However, there was the issue that there were just so many choices, as well as the fact that a significant number of the reviews were in relation to how the toys could be used for, or on, women. Once again, it was an embarrassing recommendation for research avenues from Garcia that narrowed the search. Apparently, truly long distance play was doable, even if the only supposedly reliable toys were somewhat pricey. He would have to thank her, while also having a serious conversation about reasonable expectations for privacy.

Cock Cloning, 5912 words Due to the realities of Spencer’s job, there wasn’t a chance to try out a new toy for a while. The BAU had had a pretty bad few months, with back-to-back cases and very little time to themselves. Spencer and Ethan still tried to talk every day, but often there was only time for a few texts; if they didn’t have time for regular phone calls, they definitely hadn’t time for anything more involved. Even after the active cases had calmed down, there was the little fact that, when on cases, consult work and desk-based assessments didn’t stop piling up. So, after all that time, Spencer had spent several days trying to chip away at the mountain of paperwork. In an attempt to put a dent in it, he’d been staying late for the last four evenings. He had been planning on working late again, but some friendly bullying from a worryingly gleeful Garcia had sent him home. He spent a few minutes wondering about what she was up to now, and the rest of the time thinking about calling Ethan as soon as he got through the door. When he arrived home, he was distracted by some post waiting for him. It was a small parcel with nondescript packaging. Ethan’s handwriting was visible, addressed to “Dr S. G. Reid”. Considering his middle name didn’t start with G, Spencer assumed it was actually referring to what Ethan sometimes liked to call him: Dr Sexy Genius. It was a silly, yet endearing detail, and one that meant it had to be a gift rather than anything meant to be practical. A gift from Ethan, however, could mean any number of things. Spencer remembered Garcia’s earlier glee, and realised she must know what was inside; that was a scary thought, Ethan conspiring with Garcia, who knew what could happen?

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Rebound, Long Shot, Swish

White Collar | General Audiences | Oneshot | 999 words Neal Caffrey & Peter Burke | Neal Caffrey & Clinton Jones

Summary: Neal played basketball in prison, and now that he's out, he's hoping to pick that back up. Written for the White Collar Flash Fiction prompt - Long Shot

@operationmorewhitecollar Tags & Warnings: Post-Prison Neal | Sports | POV Burke & Jones | prompt fic View on AO3 for full fic

When Neal got out of prison, his first instinct was not to find somewhere to exercise. He instead spent every minute he wasn't working eating good food, drinking good wine, watching good movies, painting, lounging about, socializing with June and Mozzie — catching up on all the good things in life he'd been missing. And, with how he was running around the place for the FBI, he didn't need extra exercise. Eventually, though, it levelled off; he found himself with time to spare, and a need to expel energy outside of work. Initially, he had thought of running, or swimming, but honestly neither of those were particularly appealing. Call him vain, or insecure, but he didn't really fancy showing off the anklet, and he hated running in joggers.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64507165

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More thoughts on Neals teenage daughter just showing up.

Her showing up at the office, and then dramatically slapping him cause he fucked off and was a criminal instead of being a reliable father, and then falling into a hug crying cause she's been dumped or something.

I love the idea of Neal being the type to offer to destroy this boy for making her cry like full out on the open in front of agents, just offering to break the law. Offering to ruin his credit, or file him as legally dead, have Peter arrest him, despite Peter's protest that he absolutely wouldn't arrest teenagers for things that aren't crimes.

Her asking Neal when he's gonna get back together with her mum, and he's like "never, ever, won't happen even if one or both of us are dead". And the kids badmouths Kate, and Neal just isn't having it, all like "well, a, I loved her, and b, she's dead, so be respectful and shut the fuck up" and everyone else is looking at Neal like, damn, him actually scolding someone?!?!

Then Neal taking his daughter to one of the conference rooms to give her some fatherly advice and give hugs.

One fic idea I come back to a lot is the trope of a secret child.

Like, I think about Neal having a 17 year old daughter, who marches into the FBI and demands to see her absentee con of a father. And everyone is shocked, of course, Neal, a distant parent???? How simultaneously stereotypical and also unexpected! Everyone is staring and Neal just switches into dad mode, like "where is your mother?! Does she know you're here?!" and the daughter is like "I don't care, I'm 17, not a child!" and he's like "jfc you can't just travel to another country without telling your mother!". So he calls his ex, and she's like "ffs, did you get her to come? Are you being a bad influence?" and he's like "What? No! Of course not! What do you take me for!" and the daughter is like "I'm not going home, you can't make me!" And this is all just, all happening in the FBI office, maybe they get ushered into a conference room, so it's less of a scene, but you have loads of people just eavesdropping still.

Anyway, this ends up being how Neal, for the first time in about a decade or more, gets to spend a reasonable amount of time with his daughter. She comes to live with him - June loves it of course, having another child (especially Neal's!), and gives Anna a bedroom across from the studio flat Neal rents. And Samantha is absolutely taken with her, she thinks she's so cool! Mozzie being like "oh, it's you, tiny Caffrey" and the daughter's like "Oh, it's you, fathers conspiracy nut friend that he's probably gay with" and they get on just fine.

And everyone else is like "Jesus, Neal, you have a kid?" "Yeah, I was very young, and she lives with her mother. I used to see her regularly enough before prison, but when I got caught, her mother didn't want her to visit." And then we get to see Neal in dad mode - especially dad of a teenager mode!

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Neal, during his time with the FBI (or in general), living in an era (like now) with all these readily available ballet videos.

Imagining Neal watching rehearsals videos, and training videos, and those pre-professional day in the life videos, and those "were ballet dancers of course..." , "girls in ballet Vs boys in ballet" or other relatable videos, and just loving it. He's not dancing anymore but every time he's like "ha, so true."

Him watching pointe shoe reviews and fittings despite that he's a) not dancing anymore and b) wouldn't be on pointe even if he was.

The others catching him watching these ballet videos and him getting all defensive over it but him finding new people to talk to about ballet or dance in general. One of the agents (Diana?) offering to be an escort for him if he wanted to take any adult classes, him getting to be an unlikely role model / person of advice for a boy thinking about getting into dance.

Just Neal Caffrey still caring about and filling his free time with dance related things as well as art, even though he's not a dancer anymore.

No actual fic with a plot to use this in, so I'll just continue to think about it, so here we go:

Former ballet dancer and potential agoraphobic, Neal. Pre-professional / just got signed with a company, but gets run over by a jealous rival. Breaks everything, has to stay in hospital and relearn how to walk etc. Stays in bed so long that eventually forms agoraphobia

Doesn't go out / agoraphobic NC who just spends 18 hours a day practicing different artistic skills until an expert in them all and that's why he's an expert in so many.

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One fic idea I come back to a lot is the trope of a secret child.

Like, I think about Neal having a 17 year old daughter, who marches into the FBI and demands to see her absentee con of a father. And everyone is shocked, of course, Neal, a distant parent???? How simultaneously stereotypical and also unexpected! Everyone is staring and Neal just switches into dad mode, like "where is your mother?! Does she know you're here?!" and the daughter is like "I don't care, I'm 17, not a child!" and he's like "jfc you can't just travel to another country without telling your mother!". So he calls his ex, and she's like "ffs, did you get her to come? Are you being a bad influence?" and he's like "What? No! Of course not! What do you take me for!" and the daughter is like "I'm not going home, you can't make me!" And this is all just, all happening in the FBI office, maybe they get ushered into a conference room, so it's less of a scene, but you have loads of people just eavesdropping still.

Anyway, this ends up being how Neal, for the first time in about a decade or more, gets to spend a reasonable amount of time with his daughter. She comes to live with him - June loves it of course, having another child (especially Neal's!), and gives Anna a bedroom across from the studio flat Neal rents. And Samantha is absolutely taken with her, she thinks she's so cool! Mozzie being like "oh, it's you, tiny Caffrey" and the daughter's like "Oh, it's you, fathers conspiracy nut friend that he's probably gay with" and they get on just fine.

And everyone else is like "Jesus, Neal, you have a kid?" "Yeah, I was very young, and she lives with her mother. I used to see her regularly enough before prison, but when I got caught, her mother didn't want her to visit." And then we get to see Neal in dad mode - especially dad of a teenager mode!

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I enjoy references to Neal's time in prison. Like, it's mentioned only a tiny bit in the show, and I kind of wish the consequences / realities were referenced more.

Things like being over-reliant on routines, getting used to outside food again, missing a lot of events / not knowing some things because they didn't trickle through to prison, being touch starved and ultra sensitive to shouting, etc

I read a fic once where Neal mentions that he can't do the FBI long hours because Lights Out is at 10, and he just is wired to get tired then now & that is just such a fun insight.

I want more fics where Peter says something about the prison system and Neal subtly calls him out for it, "I think you're being naive."

There are a few fics that reference things like sexual assault, but there aren't loads that talk about the other realities of incarceration. I have a (smutty) prison fic which somewhat goes into the fact that you don't get proper human contact in prison, but I want to write more for the concept.

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I don't particularly like how the series ended. s5 didn't feel great, and then s6 seemed like a weird let down based on the s5 finale. Idk, just feels like a bad ending for Neal, and not in the artistic way they could have done it, where it being a bad end is the point of it.

I wish Neal had just ended the show with some kind of legitimate job. I wish that the show had put more emphasis on Neal being rehabilitated. Rather than encouraging his con man ness. I get that the whole point of the show is him being a conman, and that's part of the fun, but stil...

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No actual fic with a plot to use this in, so I'll just continue to think about it, so here we go:

Former ballet dancer and potential agoraphobic, Neal. Pre-professional / just got signed with a company, but gets run over by a jealous rival. Breaks everything, has to stay in hospital and relearn how to walk etc. Stays in bed so long that eventually forms agoraphobia

Doesn't go out / agoraphobic NC who just spends 18 hours a day practicing different artistic skills until an expert in them all and that's why he's an expert in so many.

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A bit cracky (and nsfw), but I sometimes imagine Neal as that sort of person who would fuck someone's parent as a power play when he was younger.

I have this scenario in my head that he was fucking both parents of one of his "friends" & is basically the only reason they stayed together, as it revitalised their relationship. Technically they were both cheating, but they ended up okay with it, cause it was both with the same special person, and ended up as a threeway situation for a while.

But yeah, petty and manipulative, but in a cunty tv way, not an irl problem way.