#but i sure as fuck can talk about what a good person Liv is

[pandorasprongs]

CHAPTER FOUR | come home to my heart.

'it's nice to have a friend' fic masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SUMMARY: jamie tries to get reader to forgive him.

WARNINGS: language

A/N: hello! sorry for such a long wait, i've been on vacation. i also haven't been able to proofread huhu but hopefully the interlude prepped ya'll for this moment because a good chunk of this one is from jamie's pov! don't have much to say because i don't want to spoil much hehe but enjoy jamie's comeback!

Losing Jamie for a second time felt the exact same: like absolute shit. Except this time, you were an adult and couldn't sulk in your room all day. So for the next few weeks, — aside from said crying sessions — you've been dragging yourself to all of your lectures and powering through office hours as if nothing happened.

You already told Liv about it the morning after, and after seeing your bloated face and the fact that you had a massive hangover, she decided to withhold her 'I told you so' speech, much to your relief. 

It was unraveling the exact same way as last time and the cherry on top was the fact that Jamie wasn't reaching out in any way, shape, or fucking form. No texts, calls, or anything. 

Every now and then, you'd think about reaching out yourself. It was you who yelled at him that night and told him to leave, but you would shake your head every time. No, if Jamie really wanted to preserve your relationship, he would have to be the one to reach out. You got to say your piece and that's it.

And maybe you were being a little petty, taking down all your photos with him from the shelf and stuffing them in a box with all the tokens from Jamie that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away, but at least it stopped you from nearly breaking down every time you passed your hallway.

Jamie wasn't taking it so well either, despite what you assumed.

After that night, he had this sinking feeling in him. He knew he fucked up, — ghosting you and treating you like a complete stranger at the pub in front of his teammates, — but it hurt even more hearing you shout and tell him how badly it fucked you up.

To this day, he doesn't know why he did it, really. Maybe it was the fact that he felt guilty for never talking to you after you left. Or maybe you were right; he cared too much about what his teammates thought that he ended up hurting you in the process. But no matter the reason, he ruined one of his most important relationships that night.

So what was he going to do? What he always did. Ignore it. Focus on the season, despite the fact that Richmond has been on a losing streak since the West Ham game. While Jamie might be off his game because of you, he wasn't going to acknowledge that. Just bury it and hope it disappears.

It wasn't until after the fifth match in the losing streak that he got a message from an unknown number he was forced to confront it. 

Hi Jamie. I'm Liv. I'm not sure if (Y/N)'s mentioned me, but I'm one of her friends and I got your number from her phone. I was hoping to talk to you soon when you're free.

So now, he was sitting in a white office like he was waiting for some test results. It didn't help that the person sitting in front of him was in a lab coat, either.

"Sorry, I know it's weird we had to do this in an office." Liv started and Jamie straightened up in the chair. "I thought you'd want somewhere private to talk."

"Right."

"Yeah, so you're probably wondering why I wanted to talk to you. Uhm, (Y/N)'s been a little off recently. She told me about what happened, which I honestly saw from a mile away, but that's not the point." Liv sighs before continuing. "The last time this happened, back in uni, she practically quarantined herself in her room till her parents came and picked her up. She barely ate, and barely talked to anyone. It was terrible. And I can tell that she's on the way to that again."

Jamie's eyes widened, filled with guilt once again, but he said nothing.

Something about his reaction just triggered something in Liv. "Right, so I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but what the fuck are you doing, man?" The footballer moved back in his chair, but Liv wasn't dismayed. "Why haven't you called her? Or even texted or something."

"I," Jamie's completely at a loss for words. "I thought that she didn't want to talk."

"What gave you that idea?"

"She told me to leave that night so harshly, so I thought..." Jamie trails off, realizing how terrible that reasoning is after saying it out loud.

Liv is thinking the exact same thing, causing her to roll her eyes. "Come on, Jamie! You can't actually think she wants nothing to do with you now. She won't ever say it, but do you know how many times I've caught her checking your contact to see if you've sent anything? She misses you and seeing how shit you've been playing these past few matches, I think it's safe to assume that you miss her too."

Despite this woman being a complete stranger to Jamie, he's suddenly compelled to admit, "Just because she misses me doesn't mean that she wants me back in her life. And I don't think I should be, to be honest." She's better off without me. 

Liv's expression finally softens and she looks down at her desk before saying, "She at least deserves an apology."

—

It had been a few days since then, which Jamie had been using to think it over. He knew Liv was right; he needed to apologize. He just didn't know how. And of course, he had to talk to the most emotional man he knew.

"Jamie! What brings you here?" Ted who, despite the team losing yet another game, greeted quite cheerfully. It almost made the football player turn right back around because he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for his coach's relentless optimism.

But he knew there wasn't anyone else he could go to, seeing as you were obviously unavailable, Keeley was way swamped with her new company, and telling his mum would be indirectly telling your parents too. He shuts the door behind him and moves to Ted's side of the office. "Right, um, I was hoping to talk to you about something."

His coach seems to pick up on Jamie's uneasy demeanor and leans forward with a sympathetic look on his face. "What's up, buttercup? Should I gather the diamond dogs for this?"

Jamie, recalling the name that the coaches and Higgins called themselves, was quick to reject the idea. "No, no, I'd rather not have them find out about this. Uhm, look, I know I haven't been doing my best recently,—"

"Oh, we'll get a win soon bud, don't worry." Ted is quick to reassure the player and while Jamie appreciates it, he shakes his head.

"No, I know, but that's not it." Jamie takes a deep breath before continuing. "It's just, I've been a bit distracted recently."

"Is this about a girl perhaps?"

"No," though Jamie thinks about it for a second. “Yes, but no?" Seeing the slight look of confusion on his coach's face, he explains, "A while back, I reconnected with an old friend. She was my best friend actually, back in Manchester. We didn't exactly end on the best of terms and it was my fault. But when we met again, she told me that I didn't need to apologize."

Jamie continued to recount the past few months to his coach, from his blind date to the Bones & Honey incident, along with what he did to you in the pub all those years ago. 

"So now, I don't know what to do. Her best friend said I should apologize, but I don't really know how. I'm not really the best with these types of things." Both of them still remembered how long it took for Jamie to get the team to forgive him when he first came back.

Ted takes a second before responding, trying to figure out the best thing to say in this situation. "You know Jamie, I've always thought the simplest ways are sometimes the best ones. Overthinking things tends to complicate them more. You want to apologize right? How'd you used to do it when you were kids and you threw your little tantrums at each other?"

"Coach, I don't think bringing her chocolate is gonna work this time around." Jamie gets flashbacks to your first-ever argument as kids. Jamie accidentally ate the last slice of chocolate cake that you had unofficially saved and you stormed out and locked yourself in your room for an hour. 

All it took was Jamie sliding a bar of chocolate through the bottom of the door, explaining that he got hungry, and promising to save her a slice of cake the next time they had a party. You ended up sharing the bar with Jamie.

"Probably not. But in all the times you fought, what were the things that got her to forgive you? What did you say that made her understand your side and know that you actually were sorry for what you did? And how did you prove to her that you weren't going to do that to her again?" Maybe if Jamie thought about this advice later tonight, it'll make more sense, but right now, only one question was occupying his mind.

"D'you think she'll forgive me?" He thinks out loud.

"I honestly don't know Jamie, I don't even know who she is. But if you show her how much you care like how you're showing me right now, I'm sure things will be fine." Ted, now standing, offers a comforting pat on the back.

Without looking up, Jamie whispers, "I never meant to do this to her. To hurt her like that."

"We rarely ever mean to hurt the people we love." Ted offers.

Love. Yeah, Jamie thought, he did love you, even after all these years. Especially after all these years. What, with all the 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' bullshit.

"All we can do after is try to atone for our mistakes and hope they forgive us. And even if they don't, at least you leave knowing you tried." Jamie nods his head and thanks his coach for the advice.

As he got into his car to leave the clubhouse, he pulled out his phone. Hi, are you free tonight? I was hoping we could talk. 

He anxiously waited for your reply and started listing all the places he had to pass by before heading to your place if you even answered. But before Jamie even left the car park, you already replied, Sure.

—

Maybe you had been hoping for Jamie's message more than you thought. You were in the middle of the lecture when you got his message, so while your class passed the handouts around, you took the chance to grab your phone and reply.

So now, you were anxiously waiting in your flat, still unsure of how you were meant to feel about all this. You knew there was still anger there, but you weren't sure if exploding on him relieved that feeling or made it worse. A part of you also felt guilty for it too, for not even giving him a chance to apologize in the first place. Maybe instead of awkwardly letting him inside later, you would've been having yet another movie night together.

That's what he was going to do now right? Apologize? You didn't really press on for my details when he messaged you earlier. You just hoped that seeing him again will trigger the right response to whatever he had planned.

You heard the doorbell ring and suddenly, it felt like your heartbeat quickened. You take careful steps towards the door and after mentally preparing yourself for whatever this was going to be, turn the doorknob.

"Hi," Jamie greeted, in the most awkward way possible for a guy as confident as he could. You notice him holding a box of LEGO flowers under his left arm and a pack of chocolate nuggets in his right hand.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, you jokingly ask, "Is your apology just going to be flowers and chocolate?" though it may have come across as harsher than you intended.

"No, but uh, in case you changed your mind about talking to me when you saw me, I thought this would at least get me through the door," Jamie explained and you slowly nodded your head.

"Well, you were right." You take the things from his hand and let him inside. 

You had already cleaned up the place before he came over and hidden all the messy catalogs and test papers in your room for the time being. Its current condition could honestly pass as one of those display sets in department stores.

You placed the items on your dining table before turning back to Jamie who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room.

You didn't want to delay this any further. "So, why'd you want to talk?"

"Right," Jamie started, still unable to look you in the eye. "I wanted to say sorry for not messaging you these past few weeks. I've just been busy and Richmond's been on a losing streak too,—"

"Is that really all you wanted to say?" Your tone was soft, but even you knew you were being blunt. You just couldn't handle the sinking feeling of anxiety in your chest anymore and while you might be rushing him, you just wanted to get this over with.

"No, it's not." Jamie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He moves towards you and starts looking at you intently. "I'm sorry. For everything. You deserved an apology and an explanation a long time ago and I can't go back in time, so I want to do it now."

He pauses for a moment, and when you realize he's waiting for you to say something, you respond, "Go ahead, Jamie."

He nods his head and almost looks like he's psyching himself up before a match. He takes another deep breath before continuing.

"I wanted to start from when I started to get distant. I never told you, but after I started at Man City, dad came back into the picture."

"He did?" Your voice was barely a whisper, and you're unsure if he even heard it because he keeps talking.

"You know how he is, right?" Of course, you did. 

Growing up, you knew the exact times his dad would be coming over. There’d be some beat up car in their driveway and if you looked out your window, Jamie’s window blinds would be down. During the early years, you’d ask your mom to call their house, but after the first time and about a ten-minute call with Georgie, she started telling you they were busy. It was only after that outlying car in their driveway disappeared that Jamie would come knocking at your door, asking to play. He'd have this air of discomfort the first few days, but you were so happy being able to see him again that you’d end up ignoring it.

"Anyway, he was on my arse that whole time. He always had something to say after every match about how I fucked up or, how shit I'd been. Even if I was just sitting on the bench, he still had something to say. It was exhausting," You could tell that Jamie was starting to get angry at the reminder of his father, and without thinking, you reach out to hold his hand. Jamie seems to relax at your touch and when he seems to have composed himself, you let go.

"He would go on about the same things. Don't be soft, it's the fucking Premier League and shit like that. I just, I wanted it to stop. And I thought that toughening up would stop him from him getting under my skin. That meant removing everything that did make me soft, vulnerable. One of those things was you, but I realized now that it was in a good way. As in, I only ever felt comfortable and safe when I was with you." Your eyes widened at his confession and you felt tears threatening to fall.

"But fuck, Dad was really in my head back then. I thought that you were making me weak. And I hated the thought of him calling me that. So I stopped picking up your calls and messages. I just blocked you out.

"But when I started to realize I was becoming a prick, I thought you'd never want to talk to me again. That you'd hate me and it wasn't worth trying to get you to forgive me. Plus, Mum always had great stories about you, so I thought you were better off without me. I guess that's why I was such a prick back in the pub, pretending I didn’t know you. Might as well lean into it if I already lost you." At this point, you were resisting the urge to envelop Jamie in a hug and never let go, but you knew he wanted to finish his piece.

"And I know that it doesn't change the fact that it was a shitty way to treat someone I loved, but it's the best explanation I can give you. I really am sorry." Jamie held your eyes, emphasizing how genuine he was being. Someone I loved, did he really just say that? But he starts again before you can even consider what that meant.

"And, I really am trying to be better. I want to be worthy of staying in your life, if you'll let me. This time, I promise I'll never leave you like that ever again."

You were processing his words and couldn't answer immediately, so Jamie added, "And if you decide that you don't want anything to do with me, then you'll never have to see me again. But I promise to keep trying to be better even then."

You continued to stay silent and Jamie took that as your answer. "Right, so that's all I had to say, so I'll be out of—"

You wrap your arms around him, stopping him mid-sentence. The footballer is slow to reciprocate it, but when he does, you're transported back in time. It feels like you're eight again, and Jamie's football team just won the finals. It feels like you're fifteen again, and you've made up during a midnight run to the grocery after a stupid argument. It feels like you're seventeen again, saying goodbye to the only boy you've ever loved.

"I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you yet, Jamie. To go back to how it was before." You finally answer, and if you're being honest, you don't think you ever could go back. "But I want to be able to," you whisper and you feel him relax even more in your arms. "Just, don't fuck it up and leave again. Because I'd really love to have you in my life again."

"I promise I won't." And this time, you believe him.

A/N: and there you go! the angst is over! (or is it? muahaha) some cameos from liv and ted to help snap jamie out of it :) i had written jamie's apology monologue the same time i wrote reader's angry monologue from chapter three with some slight revisions when i put them in their respective chapters, so hopefully it matches up well stay tuned for the next chapter!!

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[americahasasuperstar]

OPEN ARMS ( chad meeks-martin )

summary : you’re the only person there for him no matter what, and for that, chad loves you more than words can explain

warnings : swearing, fluff, kissing, mentions of death, somewhat angst?

It was 3 in the morning when he called.

Dealing with Chad and his idiotic behavior wasn’t anything new to you. You came into his life when he was 6 after he and Mindy had teamed up to save you from falling off the monkey bars ( you were only up there because of Mindy tho so honestly, they really didn’t have a choice but to save you ). Ever since then, the twins had been in your life and always a constant bother even though you truly never minded.

Chad was the main one though. He always came to you for the smallest of things, and you never turned him down which is why he never felt as if he needed fro stop. After what had happened in Woodsboro, things had become worse for him. Sure, he always had some issues with nightmares due to petty things like football injuries and getting pantsed in front of the entire student body, but now he could barely sleep anymore and it pained you to see someone you adored with your entire heart struggle in a way that your advise or love couldn’t really help.

When he had called, you weren’t doing anything other than watching Grey’s Anatomy so you were quick to put a pause on your show to see what he needed. When you answered the phone, you immediately could sense that something was wrong with your friend by the quiet yet still audible ( you have good hearing… plus it was dead quiet on both sides ). A part of you hoped that this time, it was one of the times where Chad was just bored and couldn’t sleep and wanted to take you out on a late night drive to talk about random bullshit. Unfortunately, it was a night where he had dream about her.

“You know, she would want you to seek therapy and find a way to cope with her death.” You said, referring to Liv McKenzie. You had never grew close to her during her short time in the group, but you knew her well enough to know that she truly loved Chad and wanted the best for him.

“Therapy doesn’t do a damn thing but point out how I’m fucked up.” Chad scoffed. You could practically hear his eye roll over the phone.

“Maybe find a new one?” You suggested.

“I did. I’m on the phone with her right now.” He said.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head as you reached over and turned your lamp on. “Dr. Y/L/N at your service. Lay it on me.” You told him.

“Uh… well… open your door?” Chad asked you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat up on your couch, looking behind you at the door. “Chad… don’t tell me—“

“Yeah, I’m outside. Open up.” He told you.

You shook your head as you hung up the phone, tossing it on the couch before she got up. You didn’t know why you were surprised. This wasn’t the first time that Chad showed up randomly at night just so he could see you. You always secretly hoped that when you were awake at odd times, you’d get the chance to see Chad. He would just show up and talk to you for hours, never leaving you to yourself which you always appreciated. It made you feel… complete. To have someone that wanted to be around you so much that they went out of to make sure they saw you every time that they could. Maybe it was wrong to feel such a way about someone you considered to be just close friends, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you loved Chad a bit too much. He did so many things that made you feel how you felt. Showing up and spending time with you was one of them.

“You’re lucky I opted to live alone!” You called out, walking over to her door and unlocking it so she could open it.

“Your roommate would fucking hate me if you had one.” Chad chuckled, sniffling as he wiped his wet face.

“Aww. Tears?” You asked, pouting as he walked past you into what he considered to be his home too. And with how much he was in your apartment, it practically his home.

“Nah, the damn rain.” Chad said, shaking his head as he scoffed. “Duh they’re tears, Y/N.”

You bit back a smart remark, instead choosing peace. You closed the door behind him after he came in, and opened your arms for him. “Come here, you big teddy bear.”

He gladly took solace in your arms, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You could feel how tense he was. It upset you that he barely ever got to be the carefree boy he used to be before the attacks last year. It was fine though. He had you to be there for him whenever he needed some comfort. Like now. You knew he wasn’t going to let go of you, so you just accepted that and started to move backwards towards the couch. You found yourself tripping and falling back onto the couch, giggling softly when he landed on top of you with a barely audible grunt since his face was still buried in your shoulder.

He took some time to find a comfortable position between your leg, while you were already very comfortable. He was very soft. Very warm. Fucking heavy as well, but that wasn’t that bad. “How bad was it this time?” You wondered.

“You know… I see her face every time I close my eyes. And it just hurts so much because… why?” He admitted, letting out a deep sigh as he laid his head on your chest. “Why did she have to die? Why not someone else? I know that’s fucked to say, but I’d rather it be somebody that I didn’t know.”

“I get it. It would hurt way less if it was Neil Booker from trig.” You stated, giggling at your own joke. It was a bit rude, but nobody liked Neil. Not even his own parents.

“Definitely wouldn’t care if that asshole bit it.” Chad chuckled. The humor in the air vanished quickly though. He got sad easily, it was his thing. You didn’t mind. “I just… I feel terrible. I wasn’t there to protect her—“

“You were quite literally fighting for your own life.”

“She was calling my name when she found me. Begging me to wake up. I heard her. I tried to tell her that I was still here. I just wasn’t strong enough. I wish I could’ve said I love you. Or goodbye. Or something.” He admitted.

“She knew you loved her. Trust me, Chad, she knew. You made it clear so many times.” You reassured him. You started to draw circles on his back, hoping that it would comfort him in the same way it did when he did it to you.

“I hope you’re right. I just feel so bad… I truly did love her, you know?” He told you. “She was a great girlfriend. It just sucks that…”

“That what? She isn’t here with us?” You asked him.

Chad took a second to respond, clearing his throat as he lifted himself off of your chest. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused on why he suddenly got up but you didn’t bother to question what he did anymore. “No. That I love someone else now.” He said.

“What?” You scoffed, sitting up as well now. “Why is this the first time I’m hearing about some new girl you have feelings for? Is it that girl Tara rooms with? I hate her honestly, but like, she’s pretty or whatever.” You said.

It was painfully obvious that you had an issue with him having feelings for some other girl. You were jealous, whatever, it wasn’t like it was uncalled for. He treated you like a girlfriend. Took you out to your favorite places in New York randomly. Gifted you things that no friend gifted someone they didn’t like in a romantic way like a ring or a box or chocolates. Showed up at odd hours of the night just to spend time with you. So excuse you if you started to develop feelings for your best friend. You just hoped that he would’ve felt the same way about you though. Maybe it was stupid to think that.

Chad just chuckled and shook his head at you though. You didn’t know why he was doing that, but then that’s when he started to lean closer to you. You felt all the oxygen in the room suddenly vanish and you felt your chest getting tight as he got closer and closer to you. You waited for this moment for years. Why wouldn’t you? Anyone would wish to kiss Chad Meeks-Martin. And here he was, about to grant your wish.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked you, his eyes glued to your glossy lips as he stopped just an inch away from them.

You didn’t bother to give him a verbal response, instead you closed the gap between your lips. Instantly, butterflies erupted in your stomachs as your lips touched. Finally. You felt as if you were in heaven as Chad pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss by adding tongue. You moaned into his mouth, your hands finding themselves tangled and tugging at his mess of hair. You were struggling to breathe but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to stop kissing him. He tasted like iced coffee and cherry lip balm, a gift from yours truly. And, man, was he a good kisser. Your first kiss with him was everything that you imagined, and more. You hoped he felt the same way though.

When you two finally had to separate for air, you knew for a fact that he was in bliss too. He looked strung out on you, his eyelids hanging low and his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t believe that he finally got to kiss The Y/N Y/L/N. Every boy in Woodsboro would kill to be in his place. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward again, giving her a quick kiss just to savor her taste. He didn’t want to move too fast though. So he controlled himself and just pushed you back down on the couch so he could resume laying down on you until he fell asleep peacefully.

“Thank you so much for being someone I can talk to. It makes me feel safe.” Chad whispered, growing restless as he laid comfortably on your chest.

“Always Chad. I’m always going to be here.” You reassured him. You were still smiling ear to ear. He could hear it in your voice, and it made him smile just as wide.

He hummed peacefully as he closed his eyes. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much, you don’t even understand.” He said.

You felt your heart swell up with pride and happiness as you played in his curly hair. He loved you. Chad loved Y/N. “I love you more, Chad.” You smiled.

Just wait until Mindy hears about this.

[clementine-writes-things]

"Run Rabbit, Run!" pt.2 - E.N

Summary: After getting sent to Arkham, Edward requests to see Y/n Wayne. The visit is not what y/n expected at all...(this might not be entirely consistent with the first part, but just ignore those parts pls. I have exams soon so I'm balancing writing and college and running on like 5 hours of sleep each day 😭 I'm still rlly proud of this tho <3 I hope u like it)

Pt.1 here pt.3 here

Content Warning: 18+, explicit language, AFAB!Reader, she/her pronouns, egotistical!Edward, stalker!Edward, yandere!Edward, brief mention of suicide, mentions of rough sex, EXTREMELY graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, sexual content, dirty talk, daddy issues, daddy kink, praising, degrading, choking, slapping, edward referring to himself as a fox and y/n a rabbit, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of guns, mentions of torture. (Edward is a freak in this. This is kinda like joker/harley dynamic except there is no abuse, it's just that Edward is so fucking charming that y/n is OBSESSED with him.)

Word Count: 7k+

Songs For Inspo:

YOU'RE TOO SLOW (Bonus) - Odetari

Freak Show - Punkinloveee, h3artcrush

I LOVE YOU HOE (W/ 9lives) -Odetari

She' So Nice - Pink Guy

Custer - Slipknot

~Read Below Cut~

Y/n sat on her bed, head in her hands as she wept. Bruce put a hand on her back, rubbing comforting circles. It was a huge blow to her gut. She had fallen in love with Edward over the months they had been friends. The two of them had gotten so close. And now, she had found out that he was The Riddler. The real humiliating part? It was right under her nose. Though she had suspicions, she never wanted to believe them, so she ignored every red flag she saw.

"I'm really sorry." Bruce said.

"Bruce, is it bad that I still care about him?" She asked, tears forming in her eyes.

He sighed.

"No, I don't think so. He was your friend."

She nodded, wiping away the tears that spilled down her cheeks. Bruce frowned, pulling her in for a hug. After the whole incident happened, Bruce immediately went to y/n's apartment, outside of his armor of course. He knew she lived nearby and he wanted to make sure his sister was ok. Y/n had told him about the man she met in a bookstore, and from what she had shared with him, he was a good person. But, he should know better than anyone how easily one can hide their true self.

"I'm surprised he didn't try and hurt you. You're a Wayne and it seems like he has a grudge against our family."

"He has every right to hold a grudge against us!"

Bruce pulled away from the hug, confusion on his face. Y/n sighed, standing up and going to her nightstand. She opened it up and pulled out a file. Tossing it to Bruce, she crossed her arms over her chest. Inside was pictures of the old orphanage that was once Wayne Manor. Pictures of the living conditions, children, and even Edward were in there. Y/n had done some serious digging to get this information, though, it was easy if you were a Wayne of course.

"He lived in the orphanage, Bruce. His entire life. Our dad offered him a better life, told him that he could work for W.I."

"He did?" He asked, looking through the pictures.

"Yes, he did. Edward, he applied so many times to the Renewal project. But...dad and mom..." She trailed.

Bruce looked up at her, feeling his heart sink.

"...well, you and I were too young to take charge of anything. So, he was left to rot in that prison. He told me about the things he experienced there, Bruce. It haunts me that Wayne Enterprises let children suffer. We could have easily helped those poor children." She sniffled, holding back tears.

"Jesus."

"You think we're sad orphans, Bruce? Look at those pictures. Look at how they lived..."

He did. He saw all of it. The rats. The horrible beds that they had to sleep in, if they even could. Bruce felt cold just looking at the pictures. He winced as he saw one picture of a child, bite marks on their hands and fingers.

"When I was older, I found out about this. That's why I live out here, Bruce. I want to live like everyone else does. I donate to the orphanages, I do check ups to make sure everything is good, I donate to hospitals, I do volunteering. But, it was Edward who showed me how truly terrible this city is. Yes, he murdered people...but they were bad people Bruce. You know this. That's why he didn't go after me..."

"It sounds like you're defending his actions..." He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not! I'm just...he's not a bad person, Bruce. Sick in the head, sure. I'm just worried about him..." She mumbled.

"Y/n, he murdered people."

"And you go around beating people up in a bat costume! Maybe you belong in Arkham too." She spat.

"I don't kill people."

"Well, maybe if you did this city would be safer!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I-..I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm just shaken up. Frankly, I could give a shit about the people he killed, they were all scum. I'm just worried about Edward."

"Well, he's in Arkham, he's safe there. He can't hurt anyone and he can't hurt himself."

"I guess...not the most humane place though."

Y/n's phone rang, making both of them fall silent. Who could be calling this late at night? It had been an hour since Edward was apprehended, making it 1 A.M. She looked at Bruce before answering the phone.

"This is Y/n Wayne, who is this?"

'Ms. Wayne, this is Cap-...Commissioner Gordon.'

"Commissioner Gordon! Um, what's the matter?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

'It's 'The Riddler'. He's asked to see you in Arkham.'

"Oh, um...ok, I'll be there."

Y/n hung up the phone.

"It's Edward. He's requested to see me..."

"And you're going?" He asked.

"Well, of course I am. I need an explanation, some closure. He's still my friend, Bruce."

He sighed.

"I'm surprised he hasn't asked to see me. He seemed so obsessed with gaining my attention. Um, you're not going to tell him that I'm..."

"No, Bruce. I'm not an idiot. Can you drive me to Arkham, please? It'd be nice to have you there."

"Yeah, that's ok..."

~

When the Wayne siblings arrived, everyone practically worshipped them. Offering to open doors, constantly saying 'Ms. Wayne' and 'Mr. Wayne'. It annoyed the both of them a lot, though Bruce was the one who could hide the annoyance. Y/n, however, could not. Yes, she loved her family, but she didn't want to be seen as simply 'the Wayne daughter'. It put her on a high pedestal that she hated being on.

"Fuck, there he is." She mumbled, looking at him through the one way window.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. Um, I know there is camera in the room, but do they pick up audio too? I'd prefer for our conversation to be private."

Bruce looked at the security officer.

"Oh, um, no ma'am they do not pick up sound. They only serve as surveillance to make sure an inmate doesn't try and do something they shouldn't. Sometimes we hold therapy sessions in here too, so, legally we can't record sound."

"Ok, thank you. Alright, I'm going in."

"I love you, little sis."

"I love you too, big brother."

Y/n took a deep breath as she opened the door. Edward's gaze landed on her immediately, causing her to feel small. Yes, y/n had always been slightly intimidated by Edward, but even more so now. He did not look like a person who was capable of violence, and yet he murdered multiple people. It was startling. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she sat down in the chair on the other side of the glass.

"Mmm, I knew you'd come..." He hummed.

"You're still my friend, Edward. I care about you."

He chuckled, deciding he'd circle back to that topic later. Tilting his head to the side, he raised his hands up slowly so the guard didn't get jumpy. Edward pointed at the thing in their hands.

"What's that?" He asked.

Y/n opened up the slot underneath the glass. She slid the item into the box, closing the lid. It fell to Edward's side, and he picked it up. A small smile formed on his lips. It was y/n's copy of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. Y/n watched as he flipped through the pages, immediately feeling himself grow warm with happiness.

"I was going to bring you a blanket, but they said that it was a safety hazard. They said you could hang yourself with it." She grumbled.

"Well, this is still a nice present."

It fell silent in the visiting room. The only sound was the flipping of the pages as Edward skimmed through the book. He looked so nonchalant, as if he didn't just snipe Falcone less than 2 hours ago. Though, to be fair, his death wasn't that distressing. Y/n was just startled by how calm he was, especially with where he was.

"Edward, why did you call me here?"

"Hm, I'm not entirely sure...I suppose I just wanted to see my 'friend' again." He smiled innocently.

Y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Edward smirked, humming to himself like he usually did. His fingers rapped against the book, creating small tap sounds. Eventually, y/n just rolled her eyes.

"Look, if you aren't going to talk to me then I'll just go."

"Oh, you will? Ok then, go ahead."

Y/n looked at him, cheeks tinted slightly pink. He had that smug grin on his face, y/n had seen it a lot. Edward had that look when he won a game they were playing or if he stumped y/n on a riddle. But, this time it was more sinister. It sent chills down her spine and she stayed put in the chair. Edward chuckled, nodding his head slowly. He didn't have to say anything, they both knew he called her out on her bluff. Sighing, he looked at her with kind eyes, but his tone of voice was the complete opposite. He was so good at pretending to be something he was not.

"Y/n Wayne, you knew who I was for a while. Why didn't you say anything?" He questioned.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Edward."

"Hm, so you never saw the mask in my pocket that one night? You never saw the tiny dots of blood on my face ? The riddles never raised a red flag?" He asked, continuing to flip through the book.

Y/n was silent, looking down at her hands shamefully. Edward tutted, shaking his head. Coolly, he read a small part of the page he was on before looking back up at y/n. She nodded, admitting that she saw them all.

"Uh huh, so why didn't you say anything? I'm dying to know the answer..."

"I-It was because you were my...friend, Edward. I was conflicted."

He kept his face neutral as he looked at her.

"Mmm, there's that word again. Friend. I know you're lying about your answer, so I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you a secret I've been keeping for a while, and you in return will give me an honest answer. Sound fair?" He asked.

Before she could answer, he started to talk again.

"I've been stalking you for months, y/n. Long before I 'met' you in that bookstore. Did you know that?" He giggled.

"What?"

"Did you really think I just happened to show up in your favorite bookstore? That I just happened to live directly across from you? I know everything about you, y/n. I've been watching you. Studying you. Like a predator stalks their prey."

"You're fucking with me, Edward. That's not funny." She scolded.

"Oh, I don't think it's funny either. I'm being very serious, y/n. Now, why don't you tell me the truth about why you never ratted me out?"

"What the fuck..." She mumbled.

"Well? I'm waiting for an answer."

She was taken aback by his secret, but it made sense the more she thought about it. Of course he had stalked her. She was just too fucking stupid to see it. The thought of Edward stalking her for months before they met scared the shit out of her. But, at the same time, it excited her.

"Y-You're a creep! I trusted you! I lov-..." She trailed.

"Aha, there's the answer I was looking for! Go on, say it." He cackled.

She sighed, looking at her hands again.

"I loved you, Edward. That's why I never said anything."

"Loved? Oh no, you still love me y/n. I know you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

"I do not love you! You're a psycho, a creep, and a murderer!" She spat.

"You knew all of those things before, yet you still were 'friends' with me. Isn't that right?" Edward smirked.

"W-"

"And don't act like you hate the idea of me stalking you. I know who you are, y/n. You're so easy to read."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..."

Edward sighed in annoyance, propping his forearms up on the metal ledge. He maintained his neutral facial expression as he looked at her. Y/n felt small under his gaze and he knew it. He knew he had power over her. He always would.

"Tell me, doesn't the thought of me watching you from my apartment excite you? Waiting all night for even the tiniest glimpse of you? I know how much you crave attention from others." Edward suavely said.

"I-I mean..."

"Oh, precious Y/n never got the attention she so desperately wanted growing up. No mommy and daddy to tell her 'I'm so proud of you, sweet girl!'. Isn't that right, rabbit?" He cooed.

Y/n felt a chill go down her spine. He was right. Fuck, he was good at reading people. Sniffling, y/n nodded her head. How the hell was he doing this to her?

"Oh, the poor thing. You have such a kind heart, always giving and giving and giving. When has anyone ever given you anything in return? When was the last time someone praised you?" He asked.

Y/n reached up, wiping a tear from her eye quickly.

"S-So long..."

"That just won't do, will it? No, I don't think it will."

She looked at him, lips quivering.

"You know who is proud of you? Eddie."

He watched as she smiled softly. Edward loved seeing her smile so much. If he could just capture a picture of it and keep it, he was sure he would never feel sadness ever again.

"Y-You are?" She sniffled.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. You make me so proud. There are so many things you're good at that deserve praise. Your art, your constant donations to charity, your kind heart, my oh my the list goes on!" He chuckled.

Y/n was blushing like a school girl. To be completely honest, she didn't care that Edward had stalked her. Sure, it was a little jarring, but he was the first person to show her genuine love in a long time. Y/n was head over heels for him and there was nothing she could do about it. The heart wants what it wants after all.

"Oh, there's that beautiful smile. Such a pretty girl. But, y/n, I do have one thing I'm not proud of at all."

"W-What dad-...Edward?"

He smiled to himself at her near 'slip up'. If she had called him it, he wouldn't have minded at all. Actually, he would have loved it...

"You see, you lie to me a lot. You think I never notice, but I do."

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Do not apologize, y/n. All will be forgiven if you just tell me the truth about one thing."

"O-Ok!"

"That's my girl, now, the 'bad dream' you had earlier. I believe you didn't tell me the full story. Why don't you tell Eddie alllll about it?" He grinned.

"O-Oh...um, I-..." She trailed.

"You can tell me anything, rabbit. I'll keep it as a secret."

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she nodded softly. Edward kept his gaze on her. It was a good thing that the cameras didn't record audio, because he knew what was coming. Yes, he already knew what the dream centered around, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear the filthy words leave her mouth.

"W-Well, I was honest about dreaming that you were the Riddler..."

"And you were right! You're so smart." He praised.

Y/n should have felt disgusted at how light hearted he was, but she wasn't. It was upsetting how in love she was with him. She was y/n Wayne and she was in love with The Riddler. But, the shame behind that brought excitement. It was a secret between the two of them, a forbidden love. Just like Romeo & Juliet.

"...but you um, you were frightening. A-And, I um...liked it." She mumbled.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Can you elaborate?"

"I th-thought it was hot...that you um, were making me scared. Um, you were being really um...rough." She stuttered.

Edward felt his dick slowly getting hard. He cursed the glass in his head and the cameras. If he could he'd reach right across and give y/n something to dream about for years to come. Groaning softly, he nodded his head. He wasn't going to be vague anymore. He was going to be blunt.

"Did I fuck you?"

"I-..no. I w-woke up before anything like that happened." She admitted.

"Mmm, so you got all worked up over a dream I didn't even fuck you in? You must have really loved what I was saying and doing in it, huh?" He teased.

"Yeah. I-I did."

"You say we're friends, y/n. But, do friends say they love each other in a romantic way? Do friends have wet dreams about each other?" He asked.

"N-No, they don't..."

"That's right. Mmm, I've had dreams of you too, rabbit. Filthy, filthy, dreams." Edward shivered.

Y/n shifted in her seat, arousal soaking through her panties. Edward could tell she was turned on. She couldn't keep still, thighs subtly rubbing together. He tutted and shook his head.

"Now, now, you better stop that. You don't want to get caught, do you? How embarrassing would that be to have your brother find out that The Riddler was making your pussy wet? I'd be mortified if I were you." He taunted.

She whimpered, ceasing the movement of her legs. Edward could see how much willpower it was taking her not to do it. Amused, he smiled and tilted his head. He was going to torment her, tease her until she was merely a puddle on the chair.

"Ever since I first saw you, I was fascinated. That fascination turned into love. And with most love, comes lust. And oh, my sweet rabbit, I have never wanted someone as badly as I want you."

"R-Really?"

"Believe me when I say that I want to ruin you, y/n."

Y/n whined, resisting the urge to dive her hands down her pants. Edward scoffed, resting his hands back in his lap. He grabbed his dick through his pants, adjusting it.

"I have much more to say, y/n. I suggest you do your best to keep your face neutral. But you can moan, just quietly. I would very much love to hear you moan. I've wondered what it might sound like."

She nodded, gaining her composure as much as she could. Sighing, Edward looked towards the ceiling. It looked as if he was collecting his thoughts. Y/n nearly trembled in anticipation.

"I've had so many dreams of you. Some of them are sweet. Those ones consist of us going on dates, maybe a park or a movie." He said.

"That sounds nice."

"It does, doesn't it?" He smiled.

"But the other ones, ohhh, they are filthy. They are so vulgar that I'm not sure I should let them fall upon your ears." He hummed playfully.

"N-No, I want to hear! Please daddy!" She blurted out, covering her mouth with her hand.

He smiled gently, his dick twitching underneath his pants. A soft groan left his lips. Edward was wishing a painful death the the guard watching their visit. He wished for the cameras to power down and for the glass to disappear.

"You sound just like you do in my dreams. I can't say no to how pathetic that sounded."

Y/n blushed, rubbing her thigh with her hand. It was out of view of the cameras and the window, so Edward allowed it.

"I've had dreams where you're on your knees, begging for me. You always look so desperate and needy every time. It's such a pitiful sight that I can't help but give you what you want. Do you know what you want in those dreams?" He asked flatly.

"W-What, da-" She paused.

"Oh rabbit, you can call me that if you'd like. It sounds so good rolling of your tongue..." Edward smirked.

"Ok, daddy...um, what do I want in your dreams?"

Leaning forward, he got closer to the glass. A cocky, toothy smile plastered over his face. His eyes were bright and happy, as if he was about to tell her a funny joke. Raising up his hands, slowly, he made a very subtle 'jerking' motion.

"To get fucked like a whore, obviously." He laughed.

Y/n whimpered. Her chest was tightening from how aroused she was. She took a deep breath, letting it out through pursed lips. Edward grinned, seeing how worked up he was making her.

"Oh, but you're not a whore. No, far from it. In my dreams I may fuck you like one, but you don't act like one. Once I'm done giving you a good dick down, you get so clingy. You're so dependent on me, never wanting to leave my side. It's so precious. I only hope that you're like that outside of my dreams too." He cooed.

"Y-Yes, I am! I-I'm here, after all. I missed you..."

"Oh, that's so sweet. I shoot and kill Carmine Falcone and the first thing you think of is 'I want Edward! Where's Eddie? I miss him so much!'. Is that right?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Hm?"

"I cried first..."

Edward felt a pang in his chest. It genuinely hurt his heart to hear her say that. He never wanted to make her cry, unless it was from pleasure.

"You poor thing, I never though about how you'd feel. I never wanted to make you cry, I just wanted to get rid of the scum that pollutes Gotham." He frowned.

"I know, I may not agree with the murdering...but I'm not saying I miss Falcone either. It just scared me. I was just worried about what would happen to you..."

"You were worried about me, rabbit? You don't need to do that. I can take care of myself, y/n." He smiled.

She nodded. Edward could tell that she felt sad. He did not want her to be sad, not at all.

"You know I love you, y/n. Right?" He asked.

"Y-Yes, I do."

"I did it all for you. I had different plans for Gotham before. I was going to do something far worse, but you made me change my mind. I just want you to live in a city where you can be safe."

Y/n smiled. It was a messed up way to show he loved and cared for her, but she hadn't been loved before. She didn't care anymore, she just was warmed that he wanted her to be safe. Even if he did it through murdering crooked and corrupt people. She blushed, looking down at her hands.

"No, no, don't hide your face. I want to see it." He asked softly.

She looked back up, faint pink dusted on the tip of her nose and her cheeks. Edward loved that about her so much. He thought it made her look so happy and gentle. He chuckled, clapping his hands together as much as he could with the handcuffs on.

"There she is, the prettiest thing in Gotham." He smiled.

"You're making me blush, Edward..." She mumbled.

"I know and I love it. I love watching you get flustered, it's so precious. If only I could touch you..." He sighed.

"Why do you want to touch me?" She asked.

"Well, I want to hold you and kiss you, y/n. That the first thing I want to do." Edward hummed.

"First? Wh-what are the other things?"

"The things I dream of, rabbit." He grinned.

"Tell me more about the dreams!" Y/n said.

He tutted, wagging his finger back and forth. Eyes were squinted as he disapprovingly frowned. He rested his forearms back on the metal ledge, smiling cockily.

"Now, that sounded like a demand. You aren't telling me to do something without asking nicely, are you?"

"N-No, I'm sorry! P-Please, tell me more Eddie." She corrected herself.

"That sounds much better."

He looked her up and down, sighing happily.

"Tell you more, hm? But there are so many dreams, so many fantasies. Though, one thing stays the same in every single one." Edward stated.

"What is that?" Y/n asked curiously.

He planted his hands on the cold surface, leaning towards the glass. His face turned into a very sadistic and comical expression. Dramatically, he emphasized his words.

"You take my dick like a fucking champ..." He smirked.

Y/n moaned, letting out a breathy sigh. Edward stayed in his close position, not finished with what he was saying.

"I'd fuck you so perfectly that nobody else's dick could even make you feel a fraction as good. But before I'd do that, I'd make sure you're on the brink of tears in desperation. You don't get dicked unless I believe you've earned it. I'd want you on your knees, begging, whimpering, groveling at my feet in hopes that I'll fuck your needy pussy." He chuckled.

Y/n's mouth was slightly agape, startled by how blunt he was. He looked like such a shy person, yet he was a total freak. Again, he was so good at pretending to be someone he was not. Everything he was saying seemed so out of character for him, but in reality, it was his true self. Y/n was just the only one who could bring that side out of him. Edward groaned, pointing at her mouth. He seemed irritated or frustrated, either one really.

"That pretty mouth, it's practically asking me to fuck it. Those lips look so plump and soft. Oh rabbit, open up, let me see your tongue." He asked, on the verge of pleading.

She hesitated slightly, but did as he said. Of course she did. No matter what, she would listen to and do what he said. She was his property, and they both knew it. None of them had to even say it. It was obvious that y/n was Edward's girl. Titles weren't necessary. She was simply his, as much as he was hers. Y/n let her tongue roll out and let Edward look at it for a bit. She did it in a way so that the cameras didn't see, and if they did, it just looked like she was yawning in a way. He covered his mouth with his fingers, doing his best to not jerk off at the brief sight of her tongue.

"Ffffuu...it's a blessing that I can't touch you. Your throat would be raw after I finish with you..." He groaned.

Y/n whined, spreading her legs open subtly. Edward looked down, seeing the obvious damp spot over her pelvic region. His tongue darted out and swiped over his lips. Her eyes were silently screaming 'Please, I want you!' and he loved it. Once again, he cursed the glass between them. He just wanted to devour her, taste her, eat her alive like a fox eats a rabbit. She probably tasted so sweet...

"I wish you could see how you look right now. It's so pitiful. You look like you want to be fucked so bad. Do you want to be fucked?" He groaned.

"Y-Yes, I need it daddy..." She shivered.

"Need? You desperate thing, tell me why you need to get fucked by me."

"B-Because I'm so w-wet...it aches..." Y/n whined.

"Poor rabbit, if he could daddy would bend you over and fuck you against this glass." He said flatly.

Y/n moaned softly, making Edward grip his pants. The sound was nearly enough to make him bust all over the hospital uniform. Not wanting to draw attention, Edward looked at the book again. He pretended to read it.

"You said you dreamt I was rough with you, yet I didn't even fuck you? Well, I can promise you that I'd never hurt you with your permission, I want you to know that. I love you too much to do that to you. I believe that trust and safety is important when doing things like that. So, do you trust me, y/n?" He asked, looking up from the book.

"Y-Yes."

"You believe I'll keep you safe?"

"Yes, I do."

"And you'd tell me if you were uncomfortable, yes?"

"Of course."

Edward looked back down at the book, once again pretending to read it. He was such an actor. It was almost sinful how easily he could hide his lust and vulgarity.

"So, if I shoved your face into your bed with my hand wrapped around your neck, would you like that? Would you like it if I made you choke and gasp for air?" He hummed.

"Fuck...y-yes..."

"Do you want me to pull your hair and skull fuck you until you're crying on my dick? I bet your gags sound so vulgar and erotic." He asked nonchalantly.

"E-Edward, please..."

He held up the book and slumped into the chair. Edward looked like this was the most boring conversation he had ever had in his life. His eyes lazily ran over the words in the book, y/n was half convinced he was actually reading it while he spoke those filthy words to her.

"I bet you'd like to get slapped too. Not too hard, of course. I wouldn't want to bruise that pretty little face. But, firm enough the make sure you don't step out of line. You seem like you love to be put in your place." He yawned.

"E-Edward, I don't know if I can handle this anymore..."

"That's too bad, you wanted to hear all of this, right? Now you need to sit and listen."

"F-Fuck..."

"You're filthy, rabbit. Letting a criminal and a murderer make your pussy wet."

"I-I know."

"That's good that you know. You're self-aware about how dirty you are. You must want dick terribly bad if you've resorted to someone like me."

"N-No, I l-love you!"

"Hmm, that's right. That doesn't make it any better though, rabbit. In fact, it makes it worse. Not only do you want to get dicked down by me, but you love me. For shame."

"B-But..."

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I'm not angry with you. I think it's lovely that you feel that way towards me, I feel the same to you. But, we better make sure no one else knows about this. Hm?"

"Mhm!"

Edward placed the book down, looking at y/n.

"Mmm, I wish I could just fuck the soul out of you. I want to make you writhe and squirm. I just know you'd feel so good around my dick."

She moaned a little louder, biting down on her tongue. Edward chuckled, leaning against the metal ledge again.

"You, rabbit, are going to scream my name." He smiled.

"Th-that's big talk f-from someone in A-Arkham." She stuttered.

Edward raised an eyebrow.

"Are you getting smart with me?"

"N-No...I was j-just..."

"No. I know what you were doing and I'm not amused. You don't think I'll find my way out of here? I will. And when I do, I'm coming for you."

Y/n blushed.

"When I get out of here, I'll be sure to rearrange those pathetic guts of yours. I'm all bark and bite."

"You can't even touch me, Edward. It sounds like a bunch of talk to me..." She huffed, getting annoyed with his cocky behavior.

"You want me to break the glass and fuck you right here? I could care less about being watched but I sincerely doubt you want the guards to see you get fucked stupid by me. Don't play with me." He spat.

"I'm n-not trying to play with you, daddy..." Y/n mumbled softly, looking down at her hands.

"Yes you are. You're mocking me and yet you sit before me, wet, pathetic, and needy. Isn't that right, rabbit?"

She nodded.

"You want me to protect you, hold you, love you, yes?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes..."

"My, my, you have terrible daddy issues, don't you? Hm. But, if you want that so bad, then why are you playing with me? Mocking me? Do you think I appreciate that? Do you think it makes me proud?" He scolded.

"No I don't, daddy." Y/n sniffled.

"Mhm, it was so rude of you to talk to me like that. Do you want to hurt daddy's feelings?" He frowned.

He was such a serpent. Oh, but he was so lovely, too. Y/n couldn't help it. It was as if she bit the apple from the tree of good and evil. Except, the serpent held the apple in his mouth after, taunting her as she begged for more. Edward was waving what she wanted in her face, just out of her reach. And he knew it. He was so sick that it was hypnotic. So dangerous yet so kind looking, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Y/n was getting too close to him, but she didn't care if she got bit.

"N-No! I don't want to!" She whined.

"Then what do we say when we hurt someone's feelings?" He hummed, cupping a hand over his ear.

Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat, practically choking on her desire. She placed her hands on the ledge, bottom lip quivering as she looked at Edward. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw slight tears prick in her eyes. She looked so pretty when she cried, as demented as that sounded. A single tear trickled down her cheek before she wiped it away with her finger.

"M' sorry, daddy..." Y/n sighed.

"Oh, say it again, rabbit." Edward grinned.

She looked at him, blushing heavily. He raised and eyebrow, giving a sleazy smile. Y/n looked at the floor, feeling slightly humiliated. Why? She truly did not know. Maybe it was the way he was talking to her. He was so good at making her feel small.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy." She mumbled.

"An apology has never sounded so sweet..." He hummed.

Y/n figeted with her hands.

"You're just lucky I'm not able to get closer to you, rabbit. You'd be giving me more than just an apology." Edward stated flatly.

She whined, trying to picture what he was hinting at in her head. But, when she did that, she felt herself getting more turned on. That was the last thing she needed.

"I'd give you something too, but I don't know if you'd be able to handle it..." He laughed softly.

Oh, he was so demented. But, it was so hot to her. Y/n should not be so worked up over a murderer talking pure smut to her. Yet, she was. Her core ached and throbbed, pleading for her fingers, Edward's fingers, his dick, mouth, anything. She needed to be touched so bad. It was driving her crazy. She squeezed her thighs together, doing her best not to rub them together.

"That's it, back to being timid. You know you aren't the one in control here, y/n. I may be in chains in this hellhole, but don't think for one second that it makes me weak. I haven't touched you and yet I have you soaking wet, desperate to pleasure yourself while 2 cameras are pointed at you. I have you whimpering, whining, moaning, and begging for something that I can't even give you. Does that sound like someone with no power over you? No hold over you?"

"No, Edward. I-It doesn't."

"Exactly. And you love it."

She nodded and whined.

"I've got you eating out of the palm of my hand, y/n. Just like a rabbit. I wonder, if I give you a carrot, will you jump for me?" He snickered.

"I'm not a pet!" She spat.

"Then why are you so obedient to me? Why are you so dependent on me?" Edward asked, shrugging his shoulders.

"I-..."

He leaned forward, propping his elbows up. Looking at y/n, he spoke in a low tone.

"Admit it, I own you! My name is practically branded on your chest. If only...no, I don't want to scar that pretty skin of yours. But, maybe, I could just mark you...yes. Would you like that? My teeth digging into your neck? I swear I'll try to be gentle, but I'm afraid you might taste too good to be able to restrain myself...I bet your flesh and blood tastes like sugar..."

Y/n was shocked, completely thrown off by his sadistic words. Yes, she was trembling in fear. It was so disturbing to hear him talk about how he wanted to mark her, break the skin on her neck. But, yet again, y/n found herself drawn to him. It was sick, twisted, and vile. And her pussy throbbed.

"I-, b-but it'll hurt..." She whimpered.

"Well, I said I'd do my best to be gentle. All you have to do is tell me to stop! Though I so badly want to...rip you apart...I would never want to make you upset or uncomfortable, sweet rabbit." He smiled sadistically.

Y/n panted, feeling arousal seep onto her inner thighs. She felt so dirty...

"I already know the second you get home, you're going to play with yourself while thinking about me. Thinking about the things I could do to you. Thinking about how I could just..."

Edward banged his fists subtly on the table, maintaining a consistent rhythm. He kept eye contact the whole time, lips curling up into a sickly smile. He was a cocky little shit. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and he thrived in the actions he did. The sound of his fists banging rang in her ears and made her throb. Edward sped up the pace, watching as y/n's eyes closed, no doubt imagining the feeling and how it would look. Abruptly, he stopped, practically edging her in a way.

"...destroy you. Break you. Please you. Torture you." He smirked.

"E-Edward, you're a dick! You're tormenting me!" She cried softly.

"Yes I am, took you fucking long enough. I thought you were smart?" He mocked.

She shuddered, his cold gaze freezing her blood.

"It's a game to me, y/n. Yes, I love you, but I love making you crave me too. And you make it so easy..."

A knock on the glass startled y/n, making her turn around. It was most likely Bruce telling her that the visit was going on too long. She sighed, looking back to Edward. Y/n was upset, not wanting to leave, despite how torturous he was being to her. He too looked upset, his plaything was about to leave. His plaything. His. He'd have to make the last minute count. He lured the prey into security, and it was genuine security. But now, it was time for the mind games. It was time for him to strike fear and paranoia into her heart. He wanted to be in her mind for a long time to come.

"You said you loved how I intimidated and scared you in your dream, yes?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"You'll never know when I get out of Arkham. Not until it hits the newspapers."

Y/n looked at him, unsure of what he was getting at.

"I wonder how long you'll be paranoid? How many times will you watch a dark corner, wondering if I'll walk out of it? How many times will you sleep with one eye open? How many times will you watch behind your back as you walk down the streets? I am still a criminal, after all." He smirked devilishly.

Y/n's eyes widened, feeling her skin turn to ice. It was then that she realized he truly was sick. But, why did she still love him? Oh, how conflicting a forbidden love must be. To want someone that should not be wanted. To seek approval from someone one should never seek approval from. His pupils looked dilated, staring deep into her soul. She felt exposed and violated just from his gaze. And she loved it...

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" He shouted.

She shivered, standing up slowly from the chair. Edward picked up the book again, flipping to a certain page. He had memorized the entire book, as he had already read his own copy he bought at the bookstore. But, being Edward, he wanted to be theatric as he read quotes. He looked at y/n in the eyes, standing up abruptly, no doubt startling the guard, Bruce, and y/n herself. He placed his hands against the glass, a breathy laugh leaving his lips.

"I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell..." He trailed.

Her pussy throbbed once again, thinking back to when they were in the bookstore. She had told Edward that she would never accept anyone's love unless they confessed or expressed it through Shakespeare. And, he was doing exactly that, Although, he was doing it in Edward fashion. Ominous, eerie, and disturbing.

"...to die upon the hand I love so well." She finished.

The door opened up and Bruce came in, grabbing y/n by the hand. Edward laughed hysterically, pacing back and forth behind the glass. His eyes were crazed behind his glasses as he kept his gaze on y/n the entire time. Y/n could tell that he was being dramatic, just wanting to get a rise out of everyone.

"Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, now I am fled, my soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight..." He paused, slowly walking back to the glass.

"...Now die, die, die, die!" He cackled.

He watched as Bruce dragged y/n out of the room. She looked back at him, still worked up from their 'discussion'. Edward blew a kiss to her, further making the scene more demented. Y/n attempted to reach up and grab it, but wanted to be discreet, so instead she smiled at him. It was odd though, as she was still terrified of his tangent that he went on. The sight of him laughing and quoting Shakespeare was not something she thought she would ever be scared of, but it was. But before she left, she heard him say one last thing. It sent chills down her spine.

"Run rabbit, run! For I linger in the shadows and you will never know when I might pounce..."

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[bitchyglitterfox]

NSFW Alphabet - Steve Rogers

Warnings: its very very dirty, smut, gender and pronouns not used however highly implied afab reader.

A/N: omg Liv is finally posting something that isn't Moon Knight or Bucky related?? Couldn't be!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ooo Steve is so good at aftercare, he will be at the ready with a warm washcloth to clean you in between your thighs, water and snacks because fucking a super soldier can be tiring. Especially since his stamina is pretty high. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is his muscular thighs. He enjoys how he is able to fuck you so deep by hip thrusting into you. His favorite body part on you is your hands, he loves how soft they are and how they feel in his own calloused ones. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves using his finger to hold his cum inside your aching cunt. He also loves watching it drip out. Will also eat his own cum out of your cunt. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a fantasy of fucking you from behind while Bucky takes your mouth. Has told you about it and youve agreed. Now you both want to talk to Bucky about it. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

He knows exactly what he is doing. This man has being fucking since before he went into the ice so he knows a thing or two for sure

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Loves fucking you from behind while infront of a mirror, being able to see your face as he takes you from behind.  

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You both started laughing when you had queefed due to Steve pounding into you and causing you to start to laugh so hardy, which in turn caused him to laugh as well. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Very well groomed, trimmed. A dirty blond color 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

When you both had sex for the first time he made it so romantic. Candles, music, brand new comfy sheets. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oh hoe hoe this man's is so dirty, like he will literally keep your used panties to jerk off with. Had yall just had sex in the last couple of hours and he finds your panties you left? Immediately hard and puts them on his face to fuck into his hand. He may look like America's Sweetheart and he is but he's also hella pervy haha 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This man's has a mommy and daddy Kink. That is all 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He likes to do it in the training room. The risk of being caught turns him on. Especially if he's fucking you after the both of you have just spared? He loves it, it's almost animalistic how much your sweaty body turns him on. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your natural musk and body scent turns him on to no end. Sometimes after you've trained he will jump your bones(only if you want and aren't too tired). He also loves how domestic you can be with him. When yall move out and get your own place, just the way you act turns him on. You sitting in your corner nook reading a book? Hot af. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He  like slapping you in the face with his hands(prefers to use his cock), any bodily fluids except for cum and spit those are all hard nos - examples: scat or urine. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 

He is so amazing giving oral. He is like a man starved, you are the oasis in a desert and he is thirsty for your essence. However when you give him oral? He's gone! You literally suck his soul out of his cock. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's likes it's rough and slow, and however you want it. You want him hard he will fuck you from behind while he holds your arms against your back. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies, he's pulled you into many a closet in the compound just to fuck your brains out real quick. Wanda has had many questions as to why your blouse was ripped and your hair a mess when you met her for lunch once. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Was literally in you balls deep when Bucky came to get him for their usual morning run with Sam. Kept fucking into you slowly making your toes curl and your eyes go into the back of your skull as Bucky was on the other side of the door. Super soldier hearing and smell let Bucky know just what his best friend was doing to his best girl. Bucky wants in. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…

This man is a super soldier, he can last for a long while. However if you get tired he will infact stop and will help himself in the bathroom

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

He loves those remote control toys. Like he will use them on you while you're out with the rest of the gang on an outing. He'll use it on you. When it's just you and him in the bedroom he will get a vibrating cock ring and use it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man will edge the fuck out of you. Will tease you until you have tears falling down your cheeks. He will make it worth in the end as described in previous parts. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He gets loud. So loud infact that it made Tony sound proof everyone's bedrooms just so they could all get a good night's sleep and not have the image of Steve pounding you into the mattress. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Won't admit to it but has jacked off to the thought of Bucky fucking you while he watches. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

BIG. DICK. ENERGY. and it's correct. This man is thick, and long but not to long, just above average. He hits all the right places when he's fucking into you. He fills you up so nicely. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

The last time this man's fucked was back in the 1940s, his sex drive is so high especially when it comes to you! Get it baby 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

He will literally wait until you have fallen asleep before he even thinks about sleeping himself. He's a gentleman like that. 

[specialinterestshows]

You learn more about Rhea and Liv in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed), jealousy

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 39 of ?): You, Rhe, And Liv Makes Three

“It was nice meeting you tonight! Let me know if you need anything”

The text from Liv ended with a heart.

“Liv is messaging you?” Rhea asked, eyebrow raised as you blushed at the text on your phone, “How did the two of you meet anyway?”

“I was smoking in the bathroom,” you admit, “Coughed too loudly and she knocked, asked if I was okay, then we started talking.”

You had noticed Rhea’s body language shifted the moment she said Liv’s name and wondered if this was leading up to something.

“She mentioned being into you at one point,” you continue, watching her look of surprise at the statement, “Was she one of the women you had a crush on without realizing it?”

It was the first time you saw Rhea blush and refuse to look you in the eyes.

“It’s okay,” you assure her, “you can tell me - I won’t judge.”

Taking a deep breath, Rhea starts filling in the gaps of what you know about her and Liv Morgan.

“So, as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, I can be intimidating in the ring - no one really thought to approach me in a kind or friendly manner, or if they did, that usually didn’t last long… But Liv was different. We worked well together as a tag team, but at the time, she also seemed like the only person who could break through the wall I would put up. She would make me smile when nothing and no one else would.”

You listened intently, giving Rhea an encouraging smile before she continues.

“There was a lot of talk around the locker room, and even with the fans; people speculating that we were dating or fucking. I never responded kindly when anyone asked me about it - but Liv never disputed it. There were times she would look at me and I thought I saw…” she ran her fingers through her hair, taking a beat before asking, “Did she really tell you she was into me?”

Despite knowing how much Rhea cared for you, it was difficult to fight the jealousy that crept at the corners of your mind. It wasn’t as though you blamed her for being into Liv, but you worried you were a bit less special to her now, somehow.

“She did,” you said, “She was pretty blunt about it.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize…” she mutters, trailing off.

“Sounds like you were too busy having a crush on her to see it,” you conclude, playfully nudging Rhea with your elbow.

She sat, brow furrowed, lost in thought for a moment - no doubt contemplating what could have been.

“There’s no way I would have been able to accept how I felt about her, even if I did know at the time,” Rhea concluded after shaking her head, “Besides, I wouldn’t want to change anything if there was even a small chance of me not meeting you.”

Your heart lept at her words as Rhea turned to look you in the eyes. Any jealousy you may have been feeling vanished.

“Thanks for listening to me, babe,” she says before pulling your uninjured hand up to her mouth to kiss, “It means a lot.”

“Sure thing, Rhe,” you smile as she presses her lips gently against your fingers.

“I’m so lucky,” she mutters between kisses that travel up your arm. You giggle at the soft sensations and moan slightly when she starts kissing your neck.

“Really?” Rhea teases you, “I haven’t even done anything yet!”

“I can’t help it,” you tell her, face growing warm, “You put your mouth on me and I just… stop thinking.”

“A bit of not thinking would be good for the both of us, now, wouldn’t it?” Rhea whispered in your ear before planting more kisses on your neck. Feeling her hand slowly moving up your thigh, you let out another moan before managing to ask, “Rules?”

“None,” Rhea says, fingers reaching under your skirt, “I just want to make my girl feel good.”

The pressure from her hand against your panties makes you moan louder, a wave of desire sweeping over you.

“You okay if I carry you to your bed?” she asks, planting one more kiss on your neck.

“Please do,” you sigh contentedly, giggling happily when she scoops you up in her arms.

[end part thirty-nine of ?]

Part 40: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/727857409128906752/absolute-smokeshow-part-40-of

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Tag List (thank you!)

@cherryberryshine , @littlemiss-fanficlover , @elisewithak , @babybatlover , @girlofpink , @kagome2909

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Ten

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), alcohol and marijuana usage, swearing, discussions of virginity, vulnerability, grinding, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving)

Buckle up, y'all. The moment you've been waiting for: Presley loses her virginity to Colson. I appreciate all the feedback!

Presley

Olivia and I are backstage while the boys perform, and as much as we like watching them, we decided to sneak away to her dressing room for some quiet. She sips a beer and I take hits off my pen every so often. She seems so relaxed, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been so jittery in my life. I can’t believe I told Colson I was ready.

It’s not that I was being dishonest. I am ready. He could’ve taken me the first night and I would’ve been okay with it. But no matter how much I trust him, this is a big step for me. Actual penetration, to me, is the closest two humans can be. I want it to live up to the hype. I’m also scared of getting more attached than I already am. 

I’ve zoned out for the fourth time during only one story of Olivia’s, and finally, she huffs at me, but her eyes are playful. “Pres,” she says. “Where the hell are you?”

I smile sheepishly. “Sorry,” I say, shaking my head to try to snap myself out of it. 

She studies my face and I shift uncomfortably under her scrutiny. She narrows her eyes at me. “Hey, Pres?” she asks.

“Y-yeah?” I answer, my mouth feeling extremely dry. I reach for my water bottle and take a shaky sip. 

“Can we stop pretending I don’t know about you and Colson?” Her tone is casual and calm, but it ignites a fire in me and I startle, eyes widening. Oh god. I’m nauseous. How does she know? Does this mean Cash knows? Holy fuck – “Cash doesn’t know,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. “In fact, he’s the most oblivious person I’ve ever met.”

“Oh thank god,” I breathe, slumping a little in relief. “Liv, you can’t tell him–”

“Relax, Pres,” she says, putting a perfectly manicured hand to my knee, “I won’t. It’s not my business.”

I bite my lip hard. “How do you know?”

She shrugs. “People act differently once they’ve fucked,” she says simply. “It becomes pretty obvious.”

I blink at her. “Colson and I haven’t…” She gives me a look and I shake my head. “Honestly! We’ve done other stuff, but we haven’t had sex. I’ve, um, I’ve never even…”

Olivia raises a brow. “Wait. You’re a virgin?” she asks. My cheeks redden but I nod. “No way,” she says, covering her mouth. “No offense, but it shocks me that Colson is pursuing you.”

I flinch a little. “He’s different than he seems, Liv,” I say quietly. “He…he asked me to be his girlfriend earlier today.”

Olivia is silent for a moment, and then she lets out an incredulous laugh. “I’ll be damned. Holy shit. It’s about time,” she says.

“For what?” I ask, brow furrowing. 

“For Colson to stop moping over Megan and find someone actually good for him,” she says. “I mean, I see the way he looks at you, but I didn’t think he was ready to try romance again.”

I shrug, and I can’t help the little smile that crosses my face. “Yeah. He’s…he’s so sweet, Liv,” I tell her, and she softens, smiling. “He’s so gentle and patient and he just gets me, you know?”

“I do know,” she says, eyes sparkling, and I smile when I realize she’s talking about Cash. And then, anger flares inside me.

“Do you know that Cash has been telling Colson not to pursue anything with me?” I ask.

Olivia shakes her head quickly as if to clear away the disbelief. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,”  I say sharply. “He’s told Colson several times now not to try anything with me.”

Olivia snorts. “Well, Cash is a dumbass then, seeing as he’s made you room with Kells so many times,” she says.

“Exactly!” I say. “Although, I guess you did say he’s oblivious.” 

“Blinded by his own relationship,” Olivia says knowingly, nodding slowly. “It isn’t Cash’s business who you date.”

“Exactly what I said!” I say. “But Colson told me I should wait until the tour ends. Otherwise Cash might blow up and leave the tour.”

Olivia frowns. “That’s not fucking fair,” she says.

I shake my head. “No, I agreed, Colson isn’t wrong–”

“No, Cash is wrong,” she says. “It’s not fair that he gets to enjoy his relationship and you and Colson have to hide.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” I mutter. “But my brother is stubborn as fuck. I wouldn’t put it past him to do some dumb shit like punch Colson or leave the band.”

Olivia winces. “That would be really bad.”

“I know.”

Olivia sighs. “Okay. So you wait ‘til the end of tour. That’s not so bad, right?” 

I shrug weakly. “I guess not. Just sucks because I want to be unashamedly all over my boyfriend.” The word feels weird in my mouth, but I like the way it sounds. My boyfriend. Colson. 

Olivia smiles slowly. “Fuck all that. I’m so happy for you guys,” she said. “I couldn’t have handpicked someone better for Kells, honestly.”

“Thank you,” I say, beaming.

“Now, can we go back to the virginity thing?” she asks, and my smile fades, but I nod.

“If I can manage to room with him,” I say, “we’re going to tonight.”

Olivia’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit,” she says. “I’ll make it happen. Don’t you worry.” 

“Really?” I ask, nerves and excitement dancing in my belly.

“Yes, of course!” she says. “This is a big deal, Pres!”

“I know,” I agree, wiping my sweaty palms on my thighs. “I’m a little scared.”

Olivia softens and pets my leg. “From what it sounds like, Colson will be so good to you,” she says. “Just be honest with him. Don’t rush it.”

“It’s gonna hurt,” I say with a wince. “He’s…sorry. He’s your friend.”

“Oh, his dick is huge,” Olivia says bluntly. “We all know it. We’ve all seen Kells naked at one point or another. We’ve all walked in on him fucking, too.”

I cringe. “Yeah. Me too.”

Olivia winces sympathetically. “Yeah. Kells is– was– a manwhore. We love him, though.” She studies my face. “Hey,” she says. “It might hurt. But my advice is to do a shit ton of foreplay. Like, a lot. Have an orgasm before you even have sex, if possible. It’ll make it easier.”

I blush. I’ve never had a girlfriend to talk about this with before, but it’s nice not to be carrying this alone. I trust Olivia, and I really like her. I’m glad she agrees that Cash is being a douche. It tells me how good she is for my brother. 

“I’ll figure out the hotel situation,” she says. “Your job is to enjoy tonight.” 

XX

Olivia is amazing, and she came through. She told Cash that she and I were planning on rooming together tonight but that she was missing him, and he gladly switched rooms with me, all too focused on his relationship. I’m furious at him, but I pretend that I’m not. He’s too wrapped up to notice something’s off with me. 

Besides, my happiness with Colson makes up for it. I’m in pure bliss, knowing he’s mine and I’m his. I’m a mix between giddy and nervous as I lie on the hotel bed. Colson is in the shower. He insisted he take one even though I assured him I don’t mind being with him, post-concert and sweaty. It’s kind of endearing actually. He cares so much about this. He wants it to be perfect, I can tell.

So do I. I fluctuate constantly between scared and turned on. Once Colson is out of the shower and here with me, I’ll feel better. He turns off the shower and I tense up, fidgeting on the bed. This is happening. This is happening very soon.

Colson comes out of the bathroom in a pair of boxer briefs, hair still wet and messy from being towel dried. He looks amazing, as always. I love the way his briefs hug him just right, and I have an urge to tell him to turn around so I can check out his ass, but I can’t seem to find my voice.

He crosses the room to me, standing at the side of the bed, and reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “How you doing, pretty girl?” he asks softly. 

I bite my lip and reach out for him. “Good,” I say, voice nearly a whisper. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard, then pulls me into his lap. He slides his hands up and down my sides, admiring the silky slip I’m wearing. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, looking up at me with those ice blue eyes. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

I bite my lip and then lean in to kiss him. His kisses always relax me, so it will calm me down. Colson’s big hands land on my ass and squeeze, and I start to grind against him, but for some reason, I’m not as turned on as I usually am. It probably has something to do with the giant knot of anxiety in my stomach. 

Colson notices. Of course he does. He seems to know me better than I know myself. “Hey,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands. His brow is furrowed in concern and he’s frowning. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I’m embarrassed at the fact that my eyes are watering. This whole thing is so embarrassing. Why is this so hard for me? It feels like everyone else can get naked so easily. I’m 23 goddamn years old. What is wrong with me?

“Hey, Pres,” Colson coos, pulling me in close for a hug. Strong arms wrap around my waist and hold my close. “Shh, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as my tears soak his neck. I’m shaking like a leaf and I’m so humiliated. 

Colson laughs softly. “Oh, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing.” He kisses my shoulder and rocks me a bit. “Pres? Can you look at me?”

I don’t move. It’s too fucking embarrassing.

“Presley,” he says. “Hey, what’s your middle name?” 

“Maeve.”

“Presley Maeve Carver,” he says, and my mouth twitches. “Will you just fuckin’ look at me? Please?”

I take a deep breath and finally do as I’m told, pulling back from our embrace. Immediately, Colson’s hands are on my face, wiping away my tears. He smiles sweetly at me and instantly, my anxiety starts to edge back down. I sniffle, feeling so vulnerable, but so very safe. How does Colson do it? Make me feel like nothing and no one can hurt me.

“Pres,” he says. “When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I wasn’t asking because I thought it meant you’d sleep with me.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I love everything about you. You’re perfect just as you are. Okay?” 

I hesitate, but then nod.

“Baby, there’s never any pressure,” he says. “I love what we do together. I’m not in any rush to have sex with you. I mean, I would love to, don’t get me wrong.”

"I want to,” I say with a sniffle. “It just doesn’t feel right. Not right now.”

Colson looks around. “Kind of impersonal at a hotel, huh?”

I nod timidly. 

Colson nods slowly. “We’ll be in LA in a week,” he says. “That’s where my house is. No one else will be around. We’ll have all the time in the world.”

I relax immediately. “That sounds better,” I admit. “Are you sure you’re okay with waiting?”

“Pres, I’d wait forever for you,” he blurts. And then he clears his throat, cheeks reddening. But his words have me biting back a smile. 

I love you. The words want to burst out of me so badly, but I hold them in. Not yet. It’s still so soon. Even though the words read extremely true, even more so after tonight. 

Colson

I can’t get back to LA soon enough.

It’s not because I can’t wait to have sex with Presley. I mean, of course I’m looking forward to it. I love her and I want to show her. I want to connect with her in that way. But that’s why I’m so happy to be back home. Time alone at my house will give us more time to connect, and maybe even talk about what the future will hold. 

I can’t believe I ever wanted to marry Megan. In hindsight, I’m so fucking glad I was just her rebound because if we were still together, I never would’ve found out what real love is. I never would’ve connected with Presley like this. And when I say this girl was made for me, I mean it.

The longer we’re together, the more I notice things about her. She has freckles. Tiny, almost invisible freckles. They came out when we were in The Maldives and she got a tan. She also has a birthmark in her inner thigh the shape of a chicken leg. Not even kidding. It’s hilarious and cute. When she laughs really hard, she snorts, and her nose wrinkles in the cutest way. I know I’m in deep because it’s the little things I love the most.

Our plane landed a couple of hours ago and we just got back to my house. Our suitcases are in my room and Presley stands in the doorway, looking around. I love my room. My bed is huge, I have blackout curtains on every window for prime sleeping, and it’s designed for comfort. I spend more time in here than in any other room in the house. 

I come up behind Presley and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back against me and sighs. “I love your house, Col,” she says. “It’s so nice. It’s so you.”

I grin and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you.” I let go of her and cross the room, tearing off my shirt. “I need a shower,” I announce.

“Me too,” Presley agrees. 

I lean on the doorframe of the bathroom and look her up and down. “Come shower with me,” I say.

Presley’s eyes immediately darken with lust and she bites her lip, tucking one leg behind the other. “Okay,” she says, voice small, but I can tell she wants it. I smirk and drop my jeans, stepping out of them, leaving me in only a pair of boxer briefs. Presley’s eyes widen slightly and she peels off her t-shirt and tugs down her leggings. Slowly, I stalk towards her, my eyes on hers the entire time, and when I get to her, I slip my hands into the sides of her panties and push them down. She gulps as she steps out of them. I lift her hands to my shoulders and then expertly unlatch her bra, tugging it down her arms. She grabs my boxer briefs and tugs them down, too, and finally, we’re both naked together.

The sexual tension in this room is absolutely unreal. Ever since our night in the hotel, we haven’t even had a second of alone time. It seems like someone’s always there, and more often than not, it’s Cash. My friend, my enemy. God, the guy makes me mad, but I’m also terrified of what’s going to happen when we tell him the truth. Will he get up and punch me out? Will he leave? I have no idea.

But right now, I can’t bring myself to care, because Presley stands in front of me, gorgeously naked, and soon enough, I will have all of her. I’ll be inside of her, and I’ll show her that I love her. That she never needs to be afraid again. That she can trust me. A shiver rolls down my spine at the mere thought of it. 

I take her hand and pull her with me into the bathroom where I start my shower and pull two fluffy towels from my cabinet. I throw them in the towel warmer and turn it on, and Presley lifts a brow. I smirk and shrug. She shakes her head and grins. “Rich people shit,” she says, and I laugh. But my laugh cuts off abruptly when she steps into my space and curls her fingers around my already half hard dick. I swallow hard and look down at her, letting my hands move down her back. I love how confident she’s getting.

Wordlessly, we step into the shower. Immediately, Pres goes for the shampoo and lathers some in her hands. “Turn around,” she says. My brows raise but I do. I tilt my head back with a groan when I feel Presley’s long fingernails against my scalp. My eyes close and my mouth hangs open.

“That feels so good,” I moan, and I make a mental note to ask her to play with my hair more often. Presley takes her time shampooing my hair, then adds some conditioner. I lean towards the water to rinse it and then grab the bottle of shampoo. I gesture for her to turn around and when she does, I stare shamelessly at her ass. I can’t help it. 

It’s my turn to massage the suds into her long hair and her turn to sigh and melt into the touch. I watch as goosebumps rise on her skin, even under the hot water, and smile a little. So sensitive and reactive, wherever I touch. Once her hair is rinsed and conditioned, she grabs the bottle of body wash and looks up at me. I gulp. 

She pours some of the soap into her hands and massages it in until it lathers, then gestures for me to turn around and starts with my back. She takes her time rubbing the soap into my shoulders and then slowly down my back. Finally, I feel her hands land on my ass and squeeze gently, and I can’t help but smirk. No idea why but Presley loves my ass so much, but she’s obsessed with it. She massages my cheeks and I chuckle silently. 

“Turn around,” she says, and when I do, I notice how dark her eyes have gotten. Desire swirls in my gut and I pull her close. She grabs some more soap and slowly starts rubbing it into my chest, her eyes following her hands. Down my stomach, she admires me, looking at me like I’m the most perfect thing she’s ever seen, and out of fucking nowhere, I’m hit with a huge wave of vulnerability. No one has ever looked at me like this. No one. Shit, and now my throat is tight. What the fuck is happening?

“Pres,” I say, voice rough with emotion, and she lifts her eyes to mine. She’s so stunning, her green eyes sparkling as she looks at me, hanging on my every word. I sigh and run a hand over her wet hair, my other hand sliding down her waist. 

“Cols?” she questions when I don’t say anything else. Her hands continue to stroke my stomach, my hips. I swallow the lump in my throat and keep looking at her. I can’t say anything. My throat is too tight. She softens a little and smiles gently at me. “I know, baby,” she murmurs. “I know.” She leans in and kisses me, and the kiss is everything. It’s so full of love and care, and I realize all at once that this is it. There’s no one else for me. Presley is my present and my future. I’ll never feel for anyone the things I feel for Presley. 

I wrap her up in my arms and hold her so tightly that my arms tremble a little. I’m realizing that for the first time, I might actually make love instead of fuck. The vulnerability is so striking that it scares me, but I can be vulnerable with Presley. I’ve always been able to. 

We hurry through the rest of our shower and once we’re dried off, I grab Pres by the hips and back her slowly into the room. She watches me the whole time, trusting me to get her safely to my bed. Once the backs of her knees hit the bed, she sits. Her hands are all over me: my waist, my stomach, my chest. My ass, my dick. At this point, I’m so hard that I’m leaking but it doesn’t matter. Tonight is about Presley and showing her that sex doesn’t need to be scary. It can be safe and loving. Shit, I’m learning as much as she is. 

“Get in bed, baby,” I tell her, and she does as she’s told, pulling back the covers to slide between my soft sheets. She sighs in pleasure and scoots over to make room for me. I crawl in beside her and slide my palm over her stomach, feeling the way it tenses slightly. I swear to god, her eyes haven’t left mine since we got here. 

Finally, we’re lying side by side in my bed, with no plans for the day, no reason to rush, and no one else around. We have all the time in the world together, just like we did in The Maldives, and I know that relaxes Presley, knowing she doesn’t have to rush. I know she’s scared. Of course she is. Having sex for the first time is a big deal whether or not people like to pretend it isn’t. I need this to be good for Presley, to be special. She deserves it, especially after holding out for so long.

For now, all I want to do is kiss her. I pull her closer so her leg drapes over my waist, and as my hand slides down the curve of her back, I press my mouth to hers. Her little sigh travels right to my cock and I groan softly, teasing her lips with my tongue. She opens her mouth for me and I graze my tongue against hers, teasing her. I love the way she tastes. 

Rolling her onto her back, I hover over her, taking control over the kiss. Presley is helpless to do anything but moan and pant as I melt her with kisses. I can feel her squirm beneath me, and I know she wants this. I know she’s wet just from kissing me, and I can’t wait any longer to feel her.

I let my fingers trace down her neck, and then I squeeze her breast gently. I love the way her tits fit in my hands, love the way her back arches when my thumbs brush over her sensitive nipples. Love the whines that fall from her lips when I play with her tits. I groan and roll onto my back, pulling her to straddle me so my hands are free. 

She sits up and watches me as I bring both hands up, cupping her breasts before squeezing them gently. She mewls and her head falls back, stomach tensing as I roll my thumbs over her nipples. “Colson,” she whines, hips jerking a little, and I know she’s fucking soaked. She gets wet so easily, so sinfully fucking wet, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her. 

“Feels good, huh baby?” I say lowly, and she nods, brow furrowing with pleasure. “Yeah. That's my girl.” She practically melts into a puddle at my words, biting down on that sweet bottom lip. “Pres,” I rasp. I can’t stop talking to her. I think she likes it when I talk to her in bed. “Tell me. Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” she moans, and as she does, she grinds against my bare cock. I let out a stuttering gasp as she slides against me, and instantly, my dick is wet. Holy shit. This girl is going to kill me. Cardiac arrest at 29. This is where it ends. 

“Do that again,” I plead, voice tight as my hands abandon her tits in favor of gripping that ass. Immediately, she does as she’s told, and the way my dick fits against her is too perfect. Suddenly, the words are there on the tip of my tongue. I love you. But I hold them in. Not yet.

“Fuck, Presley,” I grunt as she continues to grind on me, rolling her hips more quickly. She gasps as her hips stutter, and my eyes flick up to her face. She’s in total ecstasy, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut. I lift my hips on her next grind and those eyes fly open as she cries out, pressing her hands to my chest.

“Ohh, Colson, fuck,” she moans, voice shaky. “Fuck, baby, I–” She doesn’t finish her sentence, and part of me wonders if she’s holding the words back, too. But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is the angel falling apart above me right now, rolling her wet pussy against my cock over and over. 

“That’s it,” I groan, digging my fingertips into her ass. “Make yourself come, Pres. Grind that clit on me until you explode.”

“O-ohhh,” Presley whines, hips jerking at my words. “Y-yeah…”

“Come on, baby, tell me you’re close,” I plead.

She nods frantically. “Y-yes, so fucking cl-close, Col.” Her voice is so beautifully broken, and I grip her ass harder so she grinds into me with more pressure, and as she does, her body goes rigid. Her spine straightens up as her breath catches in her throat, and then she wails, spasming against me. She gushes around my cock until I can feel her arousal trickle down my balls. It’s the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. 

When she’s done, she collapses on my chest and pants. I stroke her hair as she comes down, and I focus on the feel of her heartbeat against my chest. When she catches her breath, she lifts her head to look at me. Her hand finds mine and she squeezes. “Hey,” she says softly, those eyes soft and loving as they look at me.

“Pres,” I sigh, kissing her gently. 

“Col, I want you,” she says. “All of you. I’m ready, baby, please.” She sounds almost frantic and all it does is turn me on more, and fuck, I’m definitely coming way too soon tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside someone, and she’s different. I’m in love with her. I’m ten times more attracted to her than I ever have been to anyone else, and I feel like a teenager again, worried about busting the second I get balls deep. 

I swallow hard and gently roll her onto her back. Reaching into my nightstand, I come back with a condom. Her eyes light up a little. “Can I put it on you?” she asks.

I whine lowly in the back of my throat and my cock twitches, reminding me of just how little control I have. “Of course,” I tell her. She wets her lips and takes the packet from me, ripping it open. She pulls out the condom and examines it for a second. I push the blankets down, making it easier for her, and she places it over the crown of my dick. I shudder at the feeling and watch as she rolls the latex down. I don’t mind condoms. Better safe than sorry. I just hope it feels good for her.

Once the condom is on, I shift so I’m hovering over her, and then I get between her legs. “Just relax,” I murmur, leaning in to pepper gentle kisses over her collarbones. I stroke her hips gently, wanting her to be as relaxed and pliant as she possibly can be. This is going to hurt. There’s no way around it. 9 inches is a lot for anyone to take, but especially a virgin. For the first time, I feel guilty about my size. The last thing I want to do is hurt Pres, but I know it won’t always hurt. 

She looks up at me with worried eyes and I kiss her gently. “Baby, I promise I’ll go so slow,” I assure her. “You’re in control here, okay? Do you trust me?”

“More than anything,” she says, pushing my hair back gently. “Just…be careful, okay?”

I nod, kissing her cheek softly. “Deep breath for me.” I reach down and grip my cock, rubbing the tip up and down over her clit. Her ass tightens and her hips lift slightly and she gasps at the sensation, still sensitive from her recent orgasm, I’m assuming. I guide my dick lower until it dips just slightly into her pussy, enough to gather her arousal and disperse it a little more. 

My heart is pounding so fucking hard I feel like I might pass out, and suddenly, I can’t keep it in anymore. I press inside of her, just an inch, and when she hisses, eyes growing worried, I touch her face. “Presley,” I say. “Look at me.” Her eyes find mine and when I see her relax, I know it’s time. I don’t know why, but I laugh softly. “Presley, I love you,” I say finally. 

Pres freezes, studying my face as if she doesn’t believe me, but when she realizes I’m telling the truth, her smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Cols,” she says breathlessly. “God. I love you, too.” 

I had no idea how much I needed to hear that. I relax and kiss her hard, and when I do, I slide just a little deeper. She whimpers and I have half a mind to pull out, so scared of hurting her, but then I feel her long nails dig into my asscheeks. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, shuddering beneath me. “S’okay.” 

“You’re doing so fucking good,” I say into her mouth, my legs shaking as I try to take my time. “Keep breathing, my love, keep breathing.” She bites down on my lip gently as I sink deeper inside, a whine keening out of her. We pant into each other’s mouths as slowly, I start to fill her, and holy fuck, she’s so tight. She squeezes my cock so tightly that I can barely breathe. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good before. 

“Almost there,” I tell her tightly, finding her hand and lacing our fingers together. “Doing so good, baby, I love you so much.” 

Presley lets out a helpless little sound and puts her hand to the back of my head. “Colson, I love you,” she whimpers, and when I pull back slightly to look into her eyes, I can see they’re watering. I open my mouth to ask if she needs me to stop, but she shakes her head and shushes me. “This isn’t because it hurts,” she murmurs. It's emotion. Fuck. I’m doing this all right. She feels safe and loved and I did that for her. Finally, I drive myself home with another slow surge of my hips, and Pres gasps. 

“Oh shit,” she mutters.

I look at her, a little worried, but she just laughs breathily. “Cols,” she says. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I can’t help but laugh too, and then we’re kissing. It’s messy and wet and passionate and so goddamn perfect. I could kiss her forever. Finally, she makes a soft sound and lifts her hips, giving my asscheek a squeeze. I retract my hips and carefully roll them forward. Presley breaks the kiss to let out a shaky moan, her brows knitting together. “Shit,” she pants.

“This okay?” I ask, and she nods fast. 

“God, yes.” Her voice is so laced with pleasure that I swear to god my balls tighten up. Fuck, I need to try to make this last. 

She’s wet as fuck, seriously soaked, which makes it easier to start sliding in and out of her at a slow pace. “Oh my god,” she chokes out, wrapping one leg around me. “God, Cols, feels so f-fuckin’ good–”

“Uhh, fuck,” I stutter out, unable to help myself, because it feels fucking good for me too. Way too good. My dick is wrapped so tightly in her warm, wet walls, and with every roll of my hips, our abdomens press together. I can feel every inch of the woman I love, and much to my surprise, her eyes aren’t the only ones that are wet. 

Burying my face in her neck, I try to hold back my emotions, but it’s been so long since I’ve cried and I’m scared it’s all going to come pouring out at once. I focus on the heat of her pussy, the feel of her soft skin against mine. Our hands are clutched tightly together and her nipples graze my chest and my abdomen is clenching as I pick up the pace. But Presley is whining and moaning and making the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard, and she’s enjoying this. I know she is. She doesn’t even have to tell me.

“Presley – fuck!” I gasp, a familiar warmth rising in my stomach after way too short a time. Christ, it hasn’t even been five minutes. “Holy shit, baby, y-you’re gonna make me come,” I manage. 

“Mm,” she moans, digging her nails into my back. “Fuck, Col, I love you, baby, I love you so much!”

It’s her profession of love that does it for me. It’s all too much for my emotions and my body and I let go, coming so hard my vision whites out for a second. I’ve never felt so safe and secure and loved in my whole life, and as I rut against Presley, I wonder how anything could be more blissful than this. 

Finally, once I’m done, I stroke her hip and very gently pull out of her. She whimpers at the emptiness and I shush her gently, sliding down between her legs. I lift them over my shoulders and she looks down at me, panting. “Shh, baby, gonna make you feel better, I promise.” I close my eyes as my tongue meets her swollen clit, and I apply just the right amount of pressure. 

When I close my lips around her clit, I know what’s going to happen. She cries out, legs pressing against my head, and I wrap my hands around those beautiful, trembling thighs. I’m not taking my time here. I’m making her feel better, I’m making her come, and I want to taste every fucking second of it. Letting my tongue drift self-indulgently into her pussy, I groan at the taste there, at the way her arousal is just everywhere. I’ve never been with someone who gets this wet and I go absolutely fucking wild for it.

“Colson!” she cries out, pushing both hands needily into my hair as her body hunches, trembling beneath me. “Ohh, fuck, I’m gonna come–”

I moan against her, pulling her closer as I prepare myself, and my eyes slip closed in pure bliss as she bucks against me, her orgasm causing her pussy to flex against my mouth. I moan, enjoying every second, and god, I don’t want this to end, I want to be back inside her so bad, but that can wait. We have all the time in the world to do this all again. 

Finally, I rest my head against her thigh and pant. We both struggle to catch our breath, her hand still weakly in my hair, my face covered in her release, filled condom still wrapped around my cock. I wince at the latter sensation and finally pull back, rolling the latex off of me. I sigh in relief and toss it into the trash, then settle into bed beside her. 

She rolls her head over to look at me and she’s so blissed out that it takes my breath away. Her green eyes are glazed, her lips are red, and her mouth hangs open. She smiles softly at me and leans in for a kiss. I pull her close, savoring her kiss, and finally hum as I pull back. “Hey,” I murmur. “You need to pee.”

“How would you know?” she scoffs, and I laugh.

“I mean, I don’t know if you have to pee, but you need to so you don’t get an infection,” I explain.

She lifts a brow. “You’re smart, Colson Baker,” she says, and I grin sheepishly. She smiles too and gives me one more kiss before rolling out of bed and walking on trembling legs to the bathroom. “Don’t listen!” she yells from the bathroom and I laugh, rolling onto my back.

“Can’t help it,” I call back. “It’s quiet in here.”

Presley groans and I snicker, burying myself in the blankets to give her some privacy. Holy shit. Presley just gave me her virginity. We told each other we love each other. I can’t believe everything that has happened in such a short period of time. 

I open my eyes when I feel the blankets lift, and I open an arm for my girlfriend, for the woman I love. She settles into my chest and sighs. I smile and kiss her forehead. “I mean it, Pres,” I murmur. “I love you.”

“Yeah,” she says, tracing one of my tattoos. “I mean it, too. I love you, too, Colson.”

I can’t help but smile. I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. “How is this real?” I ask.

Presley laughs softly. “I don’t know. I’m not complaining.”

“You okay, baby?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah. I really am. It’s you, Col. I trust you so much,” she says, looking up at me. “Thank you for making it perfect. You take such good care of me.”

“I always will,” I tell her, and she softens, leaning in to kiss me. 

As we lie here together in my bed, kissing and cuddling and talking, I realize I’ve never been happier. Presley was right. I should’ve given a relationship a chance. And I’m so glad I did, because Presley is absolutely everything to me. I can see our life together unfolding and it doesn’t scare me. 

All it does is make me super fucking happy.

[creativekha0s]

Rhea Ripley x Liv Morgan oneshot! You know one of these times I’ll stop myself from cutting it short before the good stuff happens. But you have to keep the readers wanting more 😅 Anywayyyys, enjoy!

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She was stood up. Again. This was the third time in the last two months and exactly why she hated these modern dating apps. No one knew what the hell they wanted these days or how to make their mind up.

In the corner table of the bar, Liv Morgan sat with two glasses of beer. Well, the one she ordered for herself was empty. The one for her supposed date she downed more than half of its contents while she waited patiently, and then impatiently. She checked her phone one last time at the messages she had sent that were left unanswered before she ended up blocking said person. But in her sudden frustration, that wasn’t enough. Three times in two months? Liv deleted the app from her phone and down the second glass of beer before heading over to the bar counter and took an empty seat at the very end.

“Can I order a Manhattan please?” Liv asked the tall tattooed bombshell of a bartender that she didn’t remember seeing on her way in here earlier, but she was also really excited for this date tonight that she put a lot of positive vibes towards. “You know what? Fuck it, make it two.”

“Coming right up, love.” Liv wasn’t expecting the accent, she stared for a moment with a smile then leaned her elbows on the counter with intrigue. “Rough night I take it? I’ve only started my shift half an hour ago, but every time I glanced toward your table you were by yourself still.”

Liv nodded her head and let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, you could say that. Sort of one of those ‘disappointed but not surprised’ kind of deals.” A frown flashed across her lips. “They didn’t show up again.”

“You poor thing. Well love, my name is Rhea and my job tonight is to make sure you walk out of here in higher spirits.” Rhea put together one of her finest Manhattan drinks she could make and set it on a bar napkin in front of Liv. “Starting right now. Oh, hang on. This one’s on me.” Two shot glasses were set up on the bar counter between Rhea and Liv so Rhea could poor them out two shots of straight whiskey.

“To new friends?” Liv asked while raising her shot glass.

“To not letting down pretty girls.”

“You can call me Liv.”

“To Liv.” Rhea raised her glass with a slight smirk and tapped their glasses together before knocking it back at the same time as Liv. She noticed how the blonde wasn’t affected by the stinging sensation in the back of her throat and raised her smirk even more.

Throughout the night, Liv sipped at her Manhattan while she got to know Rhea the bartender, or Rhea Ripley as she soon found out. It was a slower night than steady being only a Tuesday night so Rhea didn’t have much to do other than tend to the occasional patron that walked up. Some tried to get her attention more than others but it was almost to no point, as her attention was completely fixated on Liv Morgan the entire night. They talked about various topics from where they were from, what they did for a living, a few embarrassing stories from their childhood to present, etc.

It didn’t take that long for either of them to memorize each other’s smiles and what they sounded like when they laughed.

Liv was more pleased at the fact that she stuck around here in the first place rather than calling it an early night with some ice cream and late night television. And she was glad that she did. The only depressing part, after sharing another shot with Rhea and ordering another Manhattan, was how quickly the night passed by talking with her.

“Get them in everyone, last call.” Rhea called out.

When Liv closed out her tab for the night, she waited patiently at her stool for Rhea to close up for the rest of the night, the two chatting casually as the bartender wiped down the counter, refilled ice and replace empty bottles. Once everything was in order for the night, the two walked out together as the last two people for the night.

“You sure you’re okay with getting yourself home now??” Rhea locked the front door to the bar and grabbed out her car keys while noticing Liv didn’t do the same. Then she looked at the parking lot and then back to the blonde.

“It’s a long story.” Liv giggled out. “I’m just going through it right now. Got stood up tonight, my car broke down a few days ago, everything’s a mess. But I’m fine with-“

“Oh get in, would ya?” Rhea chuckled and the two got inside of Rhea’s car, taking Liv around their quiet town at the end of the night with light music on the radio playing, she took directions from Liv to find the way to her apartment. When she parked, that was when the tension slightly built up when the radio was the only sound they heard other than complete awkward silence.

“Well Rhea, you certainly performed well above my expectations. My spirits could not be any higher, thanks to you.”

“What’s that saying again? When you love what you do, you’ll never have to work a day in your life?” The accented Aussie chuckled to herself for throwing a cheesy line at her so suddenly and then cleared her throat. “It was great meeting you tonight, Liv, and-“

“Would you be okay with walking me to my front door?” Liv suddenly asked. “I mean, I’m not staggering or anything. But hey, wouldn’t wanna hit my head or anything?”

Rhea nodded her head and turned her car off while hurrying to grab the passenger door on the other side for Liv to exit from. The two walked up slowly to the front door to Liv’s apartment and their slight height difference showed better now that there wasn’t a bar counter between them as the two gazed at each other.

“It was beyond amazing meeting you tonight as well, Rhea. And if I’m being honest?” Liv took out her keys and turned towards her door to unlock it. “Like brutally honest, actually. I haven’t connected with someone like this in, like, forever. And I really would like to do it again, so maybe-“

When Liv turned back around, Rhea had closed the space that was between them, leaning her head down to capture the blonde’s lips between hers. It wasn’t too sudden to take Liv off guard but just at the right time for her liking. Their kiss broke slowly to turn into another kiss with Liv’a hands finding Rhea’s waist and Rhea’s hand cupping Liv’s face.

After a few several moments of locking lips and testing how well their tongues danced together, they broke off and the two chuckled at one another.

“Can I be brutally honest too?” Rhea asked and Liv nodded her head. “I thought about kissing you probably….twenty minutes after we met.” The taller girl bit her lip nervously unsure of where to go from here. “Maybe I should spend the night with you. You know, to make sure you don’t hit your head on anything besides your pillow…”

“Yeah…and in the morning?” Liv asked with an innocent look in her eyes, biting her own lip cautiously as well. “I might suffer a hangover and could smack my head on the corner of my drawer. Or slip in the shower.”

“You shouldn’t even be walking right now if we’re being honest.” Rhea raised her eyebrow and Liv caught the hint instantly. The blonde’s arms wrapped around the taller girl’s neck and Rhea hunched down to pick Liv up and wrapped her legs around her waist tightly. “Much safer this way.”

“So strong, my hero.” Liv giggled with their faces close together, alcohol infused breath coming out of their mouths, with something so much more sparking between them that they both felt. Reaching back, Liv opened her door and crashed her lips back to Rhea’s as she led them inside the apartment, quickly locking the door back up, and carrying her and Liv quickly but carefully to her bed, quick gasps escaping both of their mouths after every time as they craved each other more once behind closed doors.

[mollykuran]

Casey x sister reader

Messed with the wrong person

Y/N= your name Y/N/N= your nickname

A/N the Svu team deals with a lot of sexual assault case daily but what happens when a case they deal with that involves the victim in question is Ada Casey Novak younger sister. First law and order fan fiction hope you guys enjoy it. (Mentions of sexual assault and talks about being rape) and tiny mentioned of self harm not in great detail

It was just a other day on the job and Olivia and Elliot and the team where helping victims of sex crimes however a report came in of a breaking and entry into an apartment that is housed college students.

Olivia and Elliot went to the scene and was greeted with a girl covered in bruises and blood and naked leaning against the wall as the others where gathering evidence, Olivia went to talk to the girl Elliot gave her his jacket and Olivia warped her in a blanket as well to cover her up and to keep her warm.

“Hun can you please tell us your name and what happened?” Olivia asked the girl was in shock and confusion. “I don’t want to talk about and I don’t want my sister to find out.” The girl said scared.

Olivia then asked “who your sister sweetheart and this wasn’t your fault we going to find this guys and make sure he’s locked up for good” said Olivia.

The girl just sat there and said nothing Liv then went to carry the girl to the ambulance she looked to be no older then 20 at least feeling sorry for the girl she got int he ambulance and rode with her.

Once at the hospital the doctors checked her out and sent the rape kit off to the labs as Liv was taking her statement. “Hunny you need to tell me your name as this will make it easier for everyone.” Olivia said kindly and gently. The girl looked away from the detective. “My name is Y/N”. Said the girl and Olivia asked about her last name the girl took a breath and said, “it’s Y/N Novak.” Olivia stood shocked and look at the girl. Olivia then had to ask, “is your sister Ada Casey Novak?” Olivia asked the girl nodded and with that Olivia stepped outside the hospital room.

Olivia called Elliot who was back at the station.

“Hello Liv” Elliot said, “listen Elliot I got the girls name and last name and she Casey Novak younger sister and I know full well that Casey is going to go crazy we both know how much she loves her younger sister and wants to protect her at all costs and that this guy will be lucky if Casey hasn’t killed him.” Olivia said not knowing that Elliot phone was on speaker as he was busy writing up his report and not realising that Casey had heard the whole conversation the look of anger was an under statement.

“What the hell is this!” Casey shouted and Elliot look a taken back “what hospital” and what this guys name I want him getting the mix sentence he can get”. Casey shouted as she got her coat and head her way to the hospital.

Elliot phone Liv to let her know about the red head is on her way and is ready to kill someone,

As Olivia was stood outside the girls room Casey walked up and pushed Olivia against the wall. “Why the fuck did you not call me as soon as got the case!”casey demanded. “She didn’t want to give us her name at first and she was so badly beaten and shocked that she wasn’t in any frame of mine Casey you know how victims can be and I want to find this guy as much as you do but being angry isn’t going to help anyone.” Olivia said and with that Casey let go of the detective and walked into the room where she found her sister lying on the bed crying. Casey took a seat next to the bed and took her sister hand in hers.

“Y/N it’s ok your sister here and I’m going to make sure that no one hurts you ever again.” Casey said. The younger girl pulled herself up and try to give her sister a hug but hiss at the pain of her broken ribs Casey placed a gentle hand on her chest and gently pushed her down on the bed so she wouldn’t hurt herself more. “It’s ok Y/N I’m not leaving your side and can you tell who did this to you?” She ask.

Olivia came in with three cups of coffee Casey helped her sister sit up as Olivia handed everyone their cords and sat down.

“I don’t know there names but there where a group of boys who are in there final year of college the also very popular and went my ex and I broke off she went to tell them I was a lesbian and a piece of shit who is nothing but a worthless pile of trash and that I’m nothing compared to my sister and that I’m not a woman and that they will show me I’m a woman and then when I got home later in the evening I started working on my painting when I heard my door got broken and these two guys walked in and started trashing my place and destroyed my art works that I been working on and when I asked them to stop and leave the start to beat me up and one of them said well my lady it’s time to show you how an women is really use for and they started to rip my clothes off and I was fighting them so hard and shouting stop please stop they didn’t and then one of them stood over me with my lamp and bashed it over my head then I can’t remember anything after that”. Y/N said drink her coffee.

Olivia was shocked and Casey looked pissed and once the results of the kit came back it was positive for rape and that the where traces of semen but pregnancy and sexual transmitted diseases where negative. Which was a good thing meaning they have the evidence and that Y/N was going to be ok well as ok as she could be. Once Y/N was discharged from the hospital they all went back to the office and they started the case for this and Olivia and Elliot went to the college to start looking for the guys who did it.

While they where out Y/N was sat in Casey office with Casey. “Case can I borrow your clothes if you got some going spare and can I go take a shower?” Ask Y/N. “Sure Casey said want me to come with you and stand outside?” Casey said Y/N nodded and they headed straight for the showers. Casey was leaning against the sinks as Y/N was in the shower. “Y/N/N it’s been a while, I know this is hard and you might not feel clean but trust me all the dirt and stuff is long gone.” Casey said in a gentle tone knowing how the victims tend to be after an event like this. As Casey got no response she had a growing concern and she walked up to see her sister sat on the floor of the shower water pouring over her, her skin turning red from the hot water and her curled into herself with blood coming from her arms. Casey turned the shower off and warped her sister in a towel and picked her up and sat her on the sink given that Casey sister always struggled with mental health issues well before this event as her parents always saw her on the lower level and that she was a let down in not going down the same road as Casey.

But Y/N passion was for art and loved everything about art and Casey was always supportive. Once Y/N clam down Casey handed her the clothes and she jumped off the sink and went to the changing blocks and put the clothes on, once back in Casey office Casey took out the first aid kit and started to treat her sister arms.

After Elliot and Olivia caught the guys thank to Y/N’s roommate who installed CTV cameras in the living room of the apartment they where able to find the guys and got the attack on video with More then enough evidence of this they had definitely got the case In the bag.

At trial

Once in the courtroom everyone took there seats and Olivia and Y/N sat behind Y/N attackers and Casey after Casey showing all evidence and after Y/N give her statements the people decided the result of the trial and Y/N attackers where found guilty on all counts and where sentence to 20+ years in jail with out bail and Casey couldn’t be more happy to have got justice for her sister as the attackers where escorted out Casey turned and said you mess with the wrong person pal no one hurts my sister and gets away with it. Casey said angry at the men once court was over she meet up with Olivia and her sister.

Y/N ran and gave Casey a hug, “thank you so much case your are awesome at what you do and I appreciate everything you done for me right form when we where kids I love sister” Y/N said with genuine happiness Casey hugged back and said that she thankful for her sister and that she always here to protect her as she the light of Casey life. And her and Olivia and Y/N decided to got and get some food to celebrate the trail and that those attackers are away for a long time and will never hurt anyone again.

After that event Casey help her sister unroll herself form the course and help move her into her own apartment block not to far from Olivia and helped her move all her things and Y/N decided to carry on with her art life and Casey couldn’t be more proud of her and knowing she was close by and will never be far again Casey decided to stay over at her sisters for tonight as it had been an eventful day and eventful past couple of weeks.

[careless-with-your-heart]

Seeing Red 🍸😡🧟💋

This fits perfectly for @ockissweek! So excited! Enjoy this one-shot for #ockiss24.

Seeing Red: A Blaine DeBeers x OC KissFic One-Shot

You can’t kiss her.

The thought practically eats Blaine alive—an oxymoron if he’s ever heard one.

It’s only been a week since Catherine blew in with the rain, and already she’s making herself useful. Not just in his fantasies, though there is that, but in cold, hard earnings. And for that—and all the other, carnal reasons that keep him up at night—Blaine wants to kiss Catherine-No-Middle-Name-Cohen full on her plush, tempting mouth.

“Why do you look so self-satisfied?”

Don E’s voice cuts through Blaine’s locked-eyes daydreaming, and over the glow of his laptop screen, Blaine raises a brow at his second-in-command as Don E glides into the back office of The Post, leaving the door yawning wide open behind him.

“I always look self-satisfied. I am a man intent on nothing else but satisfying himself.” To prove the point, Blaine lifts the half-full martini glass that rests on his desk and salutes the small, bald man standing in front of him before slugging down the remainder of the drink.

“Yeah, sure. But, like, right now, you just had this look on your face. Like, what’s the expression? The cat that ate the canary?”

“You got it switched, brother. The canary is the cat—Kitty, that is.”

Don E. smirks as he slides into the chair in front of Blaine’s desk. “You son of a bitch! You nailed her. Noice. Fast work. She seems a little damaged, but in that way you like. I dig it.” He leans forward conspiratorially. “Should I arrange for some flowers? A nice bottle of vino for the lady? A link to my YouTube channel?”

Blaine blanches. “Don’t be crass. I didn’t nail her. And no one watches your YouTube channel.”

It’s Don. E’s turn to protest. “Hey! I’ll have you know that my Redecorating Your Living Room When You’re No Longer Living series was very popular. Dozens of views. And if the Lady Catherine is now on Team Z, she might need some basic how-to on how to do the undead thing.”

“Mmm-hmm. Congrats on the views, champ, but she’s still human. Now, let’s get back to the subject at hand—our little stray cat has, in the past week, bumped nightly bar receipts up by thirty percent. And she breezed in here this morning with a full-on spreadsheet breaking down our liquor cost, in order of highest to lowest margins, and she’s gone to meet in person with two distributors who might cut those costs if we switch suppliers.”

Don E’s eyes widen. “Damn. Sorry bro. I mistook your money boner for a lady-inspired one. That’s some valid dreamy-eyed shit. She’s way nice, too. Did you know that Darcy loves her? Those two and Liv and Peyton, there’s a whole Clueless thing going on that is very, very heartwarming.”

“Why are you in my office, exactly?” Blaine says, closing down his laptop.

“Oh! Yes. Two items of business. One, remember that you asked Darcy to come in today to look over the delivery system and see if she can take the whole ordering process online.”

Blaine has forgotten—but now he recalls, and he nods agreeably. “That’s great. Crypto, right? Less physical cash changing hands means less chance of an extra hand in the honeypot.”

Don E rocks his chair back up on two legs, bracing his interlaced fingers behind his head. “Yeah, that’s the business part deux. We have a little prrrrrroblemo down in distribution that I wanted to talk to you about.” He grimaces slightly. “Caught one of the new delivery guys sampling the goods.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

What a way to kill the high of the morning’s financial gain.

“Nope. Hank.”

Blaine presses his lips together. “You vouched for him, Don.”

The younger man winces. “I know, bro. I was trying to help him out. He used to be my barista before, you know”—Don E’s tongue lolls out and he raises his arms in a caricature of Night of the Living Dead. Off of Blaine’s flat look, he drops his hands to his lap. “I came to you as soon as I knew. I’ll take care of it. I just didn’t want my partner out of the loop.”

“And now you want to bring Darcy in to automate the ordering? When your boy is stealing from me?” There’s no way for him to keep the disbelief out of his voice.

“She’s my wife, Blaine.”

His mood souring, Blaine shrugs. “I’m not catching your point.”

“I love her. She loves me. You don’t profess your love and then ask someone to share the rest of your life unless there’s trust, right?”

“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose,” Blaine quotes flatly.

Don E’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, yeah. This from the guy who claims he doesn’t have it bad for the new livestock in town.”

Before Blaine can protest again, Don E puts up a hand to stop his reply. “You can say it’s money all you want, but I see the way you look at her, and all the other signs. If you’re not careful, you’ll fall, too. The indestructible Blaine DeBeers.”

The word isn’t quite right. Blaine knows a few other descriptors that are apt. Ones that were drilled into him young, and often.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

Blaine lifts his chin, smirking past the intrusive thoughts. “Other signs?”

“You’re dressing her up like your personal doll, Blaine. You’ve never done that with any of the back-room girls. And, last night, your pocket square matched her dress. “

Blaine remains silent, thoughtful.

Don E presses on. “You’ve given her every night shift this week—and, I might add, you’ve come in an hour early yourself every one of those nights. To throw some wisdom from your man Willie Shakes back at you, lovers ever run before the clock, bro."

Blaine rolls his eyes at Don E. "Don't save the date, my friend."

"See? Interested but cynical. Yearning for love but settling for cheap interludes. Face it, you have commitment issues."

"I suppose you have a YouTube video for that?"

"Your sarcasm is a defense mechanism. Look at the facts. My dude, you barely let your shoes get walked in before you toss them."

"It's been my experience that a quality woman hates scuffed soles," Blaine shoots back, toying with the edge of the empty martini glass on his desk. 

"Soles or souls? Fifty-fifty chance you fail there, boss."

Blaine laughs and puts a hand over his chest, bending double in his chair as he pretends to clutch his heart. “Damn! Ouch.” Then, sitting up, still grinning, Blaine says, “I admit that our newest house human is aesthetically pleasing. And she knows how to make money. But if you think a little ‘ol steak dinner on a pair of nice stems is going to tempt me into forever, brother, you don’t know me at all.”

“I do. And you know me. And I love Darcy. So trust her because you trust me.”

Blaine nods. “Fair enough.” But he’s still more than a little annoyed. Not just by Don E’s too-keen observations about how he was beginning to feel about Kitty, but by the stress fractures he saw forming in his usually well-run businesses. The bartender that had just been caught pouring heavy for his friends last week. The delivery guy skimming brains. What did a dishonest businessman have to do to get good help in this town?

A sudden knock on the doorframe of the office yanks the attention of both men to the entryway.

Kitty stands there—and Blaine’s breath catches.

Don E swivels back around to face him, eyes wide. How long has she been standing there? he mouths.

Blaine ignores the question, but the possibility that she’d just heard their conversation makes his stomach twist. Instead of panicking outwardly, he opts for what gets him out of most situations—cocky, surface bravado, even if he’s a nervous wreck on the inside.

“Meals on Heels! Just the gal I was singing the praises of. How’d it go with the distributors?”

She shoots him an unreadable look as she makes her—brisk—way to his desk. “Really well. Two proposals, both great offers. Twenty or twenty-five percent off of current rates for your regular rotation stock. Higher discount wants a four-year contract, though.”

Don E seems to relax some.

Blaine smiles broadly. “Wow. Not bad, dollface. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad for cattle, isn’t that what you mean?” There’s a clipboard in her hand, and she slams it down on top of his closed laptop. “It’s your choice on which new supplier to go with—but maybe avoid the four-year contract if you’re commitment-shy.”

Both men gape at her.

"Anyway, guess this shows I'm good for more than a source of protein. I'll be out in the bar, trying to figure out what the hell you two are good for."

Then, she spins and marches out of his office.

Fuck.

Blaine rises from his office chair, shaking his head as he starts to follow her out onto the main bar floor. “Kitty, hold up. I didn’t mean…”

The office door slams in his face.

As Blaine goes stock-still in stunned silence, Don’s chair scrapes back as he stands. “Don’t chase her, dude. Let her go.”

Blaine rounds on him, snarling. “Shut up, Don E! I don’t need any more of your sage advice.”

But the other man is probably right. It won’t do anything except make things worse if he chases Kitty down while she’s angry. So Blaine steps back. It takes every ounce of willpower he’s able to scrape together, and probably some borrowed from whatever saint he last dined on to boot, but he does it. He leaves the door closed and paces back to his desk instead of storming out to ask her to forgive him—and to ask her who the fuck she thinks she is, slamming his own office door in his face.

“So, I’m going to retire Hank now, if that’s cool…” Don E says, shuffling in place. “Darcy should be here any minute.”

Maybe it’s his simmering annoyance at the employee messes, or the sudden, queasy unease he feels over Kitty overhearing what he’d said to his second-in-command. But whatever the cause, Blaine’s temples begin to throb, and anger suddenly swells in his chest. He’d been happy five minutes ago, head full of rainbows and unicorns and cotton-candy thoughts about the woman who’d just bitten his head off. She shouldn’t be so fucking sensitive. In fact, she should be grateful to him. He’d given her a job with very few questions asked.

Outside in the main bar, Blaine hears the sound of a door slamming. Then, muffled curses. She’s out there throwing a fit—and it makes his anger spike higher. It makes the part of him that is always simmering, spoiling for a fight, begin to boil. He pushes off of his desk, feeling the familiar red haze as the pressure of it begins to make his eyes burn.

“Dude?” Don E’s words after are a muffled mess of noise—nothing that will stop Blaine as he lets the anger rise, relishes it, embraces it as it climbs hotly through the stark, popped veins of his neck and into his head, taking over.

He is the boss here. Kitty works for him. And he’s going to show her just how much trouble her bratty little attitude has gotten her into.

Blaine doesn’t have to take his clash out to the bar. As soon as he flings open the door to his office, she’s there—so close, in fact, that he doesn’t even see her before they collide. But he hears her small, startled cry of surprise, and her softness registers against the lean, hard planes of him, and his raged-out brain indexes through a dozen reasons she’s coming back; and it settles hotly, and nearly instantly, on one reason in particular.

She’s come to insult him some more.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

And that isn’t fair, or accurate, or even related enough to be applied, but the anger doesn’t care. It siphons all the fuel it needs from the dark corners of his heart and grows, and grows…

I’ll show you exactly what I’m good for…

Blaine’s pissed enough that he rolls with the knee-jerk, Cro-Magnon urge that seizes him, gives in to the impulse, and throws out all care for the notion of what is prudent or professional or even safe—and he takes what he wants. What he’s wanted since that stormy Friday night when the city had delivered this lithe, magnetic mystery woman to his doorstep.

Kitty tries to pull back, but he reacts so quickly that she doesn’t stand a chance. He grips both of her upper arms, hauls her up, and through the blinding crest of the red haze, feeling as though his head might burst if he doesn’t, Blaine kisses her. He puts into the kiss all of the frustration he feels that has nothing at all to do with Kitty, and all of the lust that absolutely does. Just as he ducks toward her, he closes his eyes, peripherally afraid he’ll startle her with the blood-red in them.

Soft. You’re going soft, McDonough.

And that thought fans the flames of his fury higher, ensuring that the kiss is not soft. His lashes sweep her cheeks as his mouth attacks hers, and he lifts one hand from her arm to stab his fingers through her hair and fist the heavy, silky tresses to hold her still for his onslaught.

She stiffens at first. Blaine can only guess it’s in shock, but he hopes there’s a little anger of her own in the reflex. Something about his driving rage craves an answering anger in her. Maybe he wants Kitty mad to make it feel a little less like he’s the villain here. Predator, prey, hell, he isn’t sure which of them is which, anyway. Once he drops his other hand to haul her against him at the waist, she goes pliant against him, and Blaine wastes no time parting her teeth with his tongue, licking into her, withdrawing to bite and suck at her lower lip before pressing back in to steal the surprised gasp that escapes her when the last nip draws the barest taste of copper.

The blood excites him. It’s primal and elemental, and he doesn’t care if she bites him back. In fact, he’d go just about crazy if she did. He wants her to, wants to feel the sting of her canines in his lower lip, at the hollow of his neck, sinking into the meat of his shoulder through his shirt as he’s tearing off her panties. He wants a hundred little half-moon bruises left scattered over his body, despite the fact that he knows they will heal too quickly to be morning-after souvenirs.

She’s kissing him back now, pulling him urgently to her by the collar. It’s satisfying to feel that desperation, to know that he can make her so needy so fast. He feels a button on his shirt give way, feels her fingers slip over his throat, and he swallows an endless stream of her breathy moans as he turns the two of them and presses her to the doorframe, jamming a knee between her legs and leaving her lips to rake his front teeth down her neck. If the skin breaks, he’ll take it as sign from the universe that he’s meant to keep this enigma. And fuck Don E’s little H.P. Lovecrafting videos, Blaine will teach her everything she needs to know to become the undead queen of his dreams, and they can rule the gloomy, overprivileged burgs of Seattle together.

Forever, he thinks. A bride for Frankenstein’s monster.

It’s too close to sentiment for Blaine, too close to Don E’s cupid’s-arrow insights, and so Blaine simply pushes aside everything but the taste and scent and feel of Kitty against him. Every breath he draws is a tempest, his chest rising and falling with the fury of a Nor’easter. The veins on his neck stand out, dark and pronounced, as if they are bracing against the surge of anger pulsing through him. The hand he holds her close with trembles with barely contained rage, and in her hair, his fingers are still curled into a fist so tight that the knuckles whiten, nails dug into the palm, the pain a mere whisper against the roar of his baser emotions.

She’s practically climbing him, riding his thigh, a leg wrapping around his hip, the other en pointe like a ballerina to even out their heights, and he slams her back against the doorjamb with little regard for gentleness. This kiss edges on erupting into violence at any moment. It’s the rage, he knows, full-on zombie mode, but all he can think of is how he wants her begging underneath him—for pardon or pleasure, it makes no difference to him. He just wants her to submit. He just wants to conquer her.

Blaine clenches his fist against her scalp again, too tightly, and she whimpers into his open mouth.

“Blaine.”

The kiss has gone on for an eternity, or maybe it’s only been a handful of seconds. Blaine falters when the red haze begins to recede, when he registers that the pliant, pronounced curve at her waist is lower than he expects, and when he realizes that he has forced Kitty to a tiptoe with his hold in her hair.

Tiptoe?

And then, the voice saying his name…is not the husky, velvet timbre that he was listening for. Raspy, yes, the lilt of a woman well-kissed, but higher in octave. And Kitty wouldn’t need to stand on tiptoe to make their heights align. She’s only about an inch or two shorter than he is.

Blaine’s eyes fly open as he pulls away.

Staring up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown, lips bite-swollen and red, cheeks so flushed that her pale skin seems almost sunburned, is Darcy.

“Oops,” Blaine says dumbly, chest still heaving. “Wrong brat.”

“Dude. What the fuck.”

Blaine’s head swings toward Don. E, who stands facing them, frozen. His face oscillates between shock and disbelief.

Mortification swamps him, the last of the rage receding. Blaine eases the petite woman down from his thigh until her feet hit the floor, and then he lets go of the handful of Darcy’s hair that he’s still clutching, smoothing it with a few awkward pats as she sways on her feet and smiles dazedly. He takes a slow step back.

“I, uh—”

The frozen silence is broken by Kitty’s astonished voice from the bar.

“What the hell is going on?”

Blaine’s head whips to the right, where he sees her at the closest end of the bar, her eyes twice as wide as Don’s, a bottle held aloft.

Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Blaine clears his throat, straightens his suit jacket, and waves a dismissive hand at her. He tries his damnedest to put a firmness in his voice that he absolutely doesn’t feel. “Nothing to see here. Just, uh, new employee appreciation.” He turns back to Darcy, who has sagged back against the door, still looking as though she’s been hit by some unexpected natural disaster. He picks up her hand and pumps it overzealously. “Welcome to the team.”

Darcy swoons. Don E is there to catch her, and as he carries his wife to a nearby table in the bar area, Blaine takes the chance to slip backward into his office, close the door, and lock it.

As Blaine sinks down into his desk chair, a last quote comes to him—appropriate to his current faux pas. He says it to the empty room, a mirthless chuckle rolling up as he buries his head in his hands.

“Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.”

Blaine wonders how he’s ever going to show his face in his own bar again.

Find me at AO3 for more Blaine x Kitty fun in the motherfic of this one-shot (Lay You in the Ground) Here. Thank you for reading! <3

[prismatica-the-strange]

Bite Me | That Bitch Can Eat Her Heart Out

Warnings: 18+, Public (Semi-discrete) sex, toxic possessiveness, p in v, unprotected sex

Cori is already a somewhat jealous person, so when she sees Blaine flirting with Peyton at Human/Zombie Night she makes sure both of them know who he belongs to.

Word Count: 1.2k

Song: Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Human/Zombie night has been their busiest night since it was started. So Cori is surprised Blaine has time to stand around talking while she runs around, helping Don E behind the bar.

That's when she notices who he's talking to, acting mayor, little Miss Perfect. AKA Peyton Charles.

She knows that smile he's giving her, and she can see her blushing at it. Cori's blood boils at the sight of them casually flirting and her eyes go red.

"Uh oh," Don E snickers, "I know that look. Someone's gonna die."

Blaine looks back at what he was doing when she goes to join her friends, a pleased smirk on his lips and she seriously considers ripping his throat out.

She doesn't say a word, just sets the glass she was cleaning on the bar and walks toward him.

"I'll just tend the bar myself then?" Don E asks, but she ignores him.

She takes Blaine by the hand once he's in reach and he looks up at her.

"Hey, beautiful," He smiles, looking confused when she tugs his arm, "Something wrong?"

"Just come with me."

He does, weaving through the crowd to the other side of the club, just two booths away from where Liv, Peyton, and Ravi are.

She pushes him onto the leather cushion, into the corner, and moves to straddle his thighs.

"What're you doing, sweetheart?" He asks, lips stretching into a wide grin. His hands find her hips and he tilts his head back when she kisses him.

Her hands slide beneath the collar of his shirt, squeezing and scratching his chest and shoulders.

"Mmm, Cori," He hums against her lips, "Not that I'm not loving the attention, but what brought this-"

The words stick in his throat when she rolls her hips against his.

"Fu-fuck," He murmurs, feeling himself getting harder with every roll of her body against his, "Cori, baby."

He tries to stand, to lift her so he can bring her back to the office to fuck her, but she grips the back of the booth, keeping them there.

His eyebrows furrow when she pulls away and reaches between them.

"Cori!" His eyes go wide at the sound of his zipper being undone.

"Shhh," She leans down and starts kissing down his neck, "Lemme make you feel good, no one'll know."

He lets out a breathy laugh, hands catching her shirt when he runs them up her back.

"W-what's gotten into you?" He hisses when she palms him through his boxers, "Baby... hah- Cori. Hey, hey."

He pulls her hands away and leans back so he can look at her.

"What's going on?" He looks concerned.

She cups his face and kisses him again, "You're mine."

"Of course I am, sweetheart," He assures her, "Is that what this is about?"

"Need you to say it," She pouts against his lips.

"Cor, there's people around."

She notices the way he shifts beneath her, pressing his bulge against her leg.

"Need to hear you say it," She insists, "Blaine, please."

The needy whine in her voice is turning him on like crazy. He wants to make her cry his name in that voice and beg him for more.

"Oh honey," He coos, fingers running through her hair, "Lemme take you back to the office and we can- Shit! Cori!"

He throws his head back when she grinds down hard on him, breath catching when she drags her tongue up his exposed neck.

"You know, you're making it real h-hard to be a gentleman here."

"I don't remember asking you to be a gentleman," She says, "I only want one thing, and it isn't that."

She tugs his boxers down just enough to grip his hard cock, his eyes screwing shut at the slow pump of her fist.

"Say it and you can have me however you want me," She growls.

"H-huh?" He's already forgotten what they were talking about, lost in the feel of her.

"Blaine?"

He yanks her hips forward, fingers delving beneath her skirt. He lets out a pleased groan when he feels how soaked her panties are before pulling them aside.

He tries to hide the moan forcing its way from him against her neck as he slides into her.

"Fuck, baby," He kisses her skin and sighs, "You're gonna get us in trouble, sweetheart."

His head falls back when she starts to move, slowly rolling her hips, pussy fluttering around him.

She looks up at the group a few tables down, but Peyton is too involved in her conversation to notice her glare.

"Feel so good, Cor," Blaine brings her full attention back to him, the way his Adam's apple bounces when he says her name. She picks up the pace slightly and he keens, "Fuck baby, jus like that."

She tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him up to look at her. His eyes are unfocused and she almost laughs when she realizes.

"Poor thing," She teases, "I've barely even started and he's already pussy drunk."

Something about her taking control turns him to mush, it always has, even before he was a zombie.

It's like when he's looking up at her like this, his adoration comes out in an unstoppable wave of words and touches.

His hands slide under her shirt, feeling her skin against his.

"Love you," He sighs as he presses his lips to her throat, "Need you."

"Tell me you're mine," She whimpers. She grips his shoulders, riding him harder, both of them moaning at the feeling, "Please, Blaine."

"I'm yours, Cori! I'm yours! I-I'm yours!" He whines. He presses his forehead to the base of her throat, mouth falling open with a groan as he cums, "'M yours. 'm all yours. Jesus fuck, Coriander, I'm yours!"

"That's right, baby. All- ah!" She grips his hair tight, and he gasps for air when she clenches around him, her orgasm washing over her. She looks up to meet Peyton's shocked stare, a proud and blissed-out grin spreading across her face, "All mine."

He leans his head back when she lets go, chest heaving as he cranes his neck to see what she was looking at.

"Oh, come on!" He laughs through heavy breaths, "Is that it?"

Cori looks down at him, anger and insecurity flooding her veins.

"Honey," He holds her cheeks and pulls her into a warm kiss, "Sweetheart... Angel."

He smiles up at her, lovesick and amused.

"Are you jealous?" His teasing tone makes her want to cry, "Don't be. She's not the one with my dick in her, is she?"

He kisses her again, just as lovingly as before.

"And you shouldn't have to worry about her going after me again, not after that little show of marking your territory."

When he puts it like that it fills her with embarrassment and she curls in on herself to hide in his arms.

"Aw, no," He laughs, holding her close, "Don't be embarrassed! You're hot when you're possessive."

"Shut up!"

"Maybe I should flirt with more girls if that's what it takes to get you to take charge."

She sits back and hits his shoulder, "Don't you dare!"

He cups her cheek and runs his thumb against her skin.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't," He murmurs, kissing her softly, "I'm all yours."

[storiesofsvu]

Cautious Ch 6

Warnings: Language.

A few days later Amanda was in Olivia’s office, going over some evidence for a case she’d caught, she was quick to catch on to the way Olivia seemed to only be half paying attention as she wrapped up the professional side of things, shifting over to a personal conversation.

“Liv, you okay?”

“Hmm?” The other woman replied, glancing up at the detective.

“You just seem…a little…out of it recently? Everything okay?” Olivia gave a soft laugh at that, running a hand over her face with a deep sigh, knowing she could trust Amanda.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” She hummed, trying to figure out the right way to word it, “I just—have you ever ended up having feelings for someone that you probably shouldn’t act on?” Amanda snorted at the comment, 

“Liv, please, it’s me…I’ve probably fucked someone’s husband. I mean, how proper is it for me to have slept with my sponsor?” The older woman gave a laugh at that,

“Not exactly ideal…” She gave another sigh, leaning her arms against her desk, “I didn’t realize it was even happening, I thought it came out of nowhere at first but now that I look back, it started so slowly and so innocently I had no idea, and now…I’m so far deep…”

“You don’t know how to get out.” Amanda finished for her.

“Exactly.”

“Well what makes you think you shouldn’t act on them?” Olivia shot her a look, 

“I just shouldn’t.”

“Ya know….you’ve been spending a lot of time with Baker recently….is it because she’s straight or because she’s part of the squad?” Amanda smirked, using the knowledge of your case to assume you only liked men. Olivia gave her a hardened glare, hating that she’d been able to figure it out so quickly.

“She’s not straight…”

“Oh?”

“Nothing happened!” Liv quickly defended, “It just came up last week…there was a…moment, I guess. Normally I would’ve acted on it but all things considered it felt…not ideal.”

“Why not just talk to her about it? I mean, you’re both adults, screw what 1PP has to say about the matter, love is love, right? You taught me that. Just because you’re her Captain doesn’t mean you have to stay away from each other. It’s not exactly like you’re one to play favourites, you’ve always treated everyone with the same attitude and regulations no matter what your relationship with them was.”

“Yeah, but I doubt 1PP would be okay with a Captain dating a detective in their unit, no matter the circumstances and I don’t want to lose her, she’s too good of a fit in this unit.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll figure things out, at least start by talking to her, see how she feels about the whole thing before you stress yourself out about losing another detective.”

“Thanks Amanda.” Liv cast her a small smile, “Hey, could you—“ Rollins was quick to cut her off, 

“I won’t say anything, promise.” The blonde shot her a smile, moving to leave the office, knowing she had much more work to do.

**

Meanwhile, you and Fin had been sitting on a suspect, stationed outside his Brownstone entirely bored with your lives since there had been no movement whatsoever. He traipsed back to the car with fresh coffee and some snacks for the two of you, you barely even registered him returning, too deep in a daydream. He chuckled lightly, giving you a nudge with his elbow, causing you to jump slightly,

“Who ya thinkin’ about?”

“What?” You shot him a look of confusion, 

“Normally I’d say you were thinking about the case, but that dreamy look in your eyes says otherwise…” You blushed at that, “C’mon, we’re stuck here all day the least you can do is indulge me in some gossip.” Sighing, you took a cautious sip of the coffee, letting it warm your body before you spoke.

“I’ve got a stupid crush on someone I can’t have.”

“Oh c’mon, there’s not a dude out there who’s outta your league.”

“Yeah but there’s plenty of girls…” You fiddled with the lid of your coffee cup to distract yourself, “Not like being out of my league is the problem anyway.”

“Well what’s the problem?”

“We just…shouldn’t…I was at her place over the weekend and we had a…moment, I did everything I could to hold back from kissing her. Everything felt right, like it was the moment, ya know?” When you glanced up you caught the smirk on his face.

“You were at Liv’s place last weekend…”

“Fuck, this is why I don’t like having these conversations with detectives.” You rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“Hey, Liv’s only a stickler for the rules cause she doesn’t want the brass coming down on her for a stupid mistake one of us made. Before she got promoted it was her and her partner getting called into the Captain’s office on a weekly basis.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You hummed over another sip of coffee, attempting to process your thoughts.

“You’re a sergeant, would you ever date someone in your squad?”

“You askin’ me out?” He teased. You shoved at his shoulder, rolling your eyes.

“You know that’s not what I mean!”

“I’m over the whole dating thing by now, but you know me, I do whatever I want.” You snorted at the truth to his statement, “I say go for it, these past few days Liv’s been looking at you with the same face she gives a fresh cup of coffee during an overnight shift. It’s not like she’s one to give special treatment.”

“I dunno…I just…am hesitant…”

“You’ll figure it out, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders.”

“Thanks Fin.”

[dilxcs]

❄️ appreciation post ❄️

i’m sorry this is so late,,, i fell asleep shortly after 00:00 :’> anyway, i’ve seen some of my lovely moots do this and i wanted to do it too! first and foremost, i’m so sorry if i didn’t include you. my brain is functioning on alcohol and the leftover effects of my medicine lmaoo

these are the moots i interact with the most, which is quite impressive for my doing since i suck ass at socialising 🥲

@matcha-ji : my eonni, my galaxy and the universe. i absolutely fucking adore and love you. i’ve been shitty with responding this month and yet you never once got angry at me. in fact, you always take the time to remind me how much you love me and all the good things i deserve. i read every single message and even though i may not respond immediately, pls know that it means a lot to me. you mean a lot to me. always have and always will! this year has been a good one bcs of you! i finally got to meet you in person and i had the loveliest time with you in london (even got a matching tattoo with you, that i look at each day). you’re the most caring, selfless and loving person i know and our discord convos about whatever comes up in our mind (mainly wakaben and bajishin lmaoo) brings me so much joy! you brighten up my life and gave me purpose when i lacked it. i love you so so so much and hopefully i get to visit you soon in your home country (or you can visit me 🥴)

@asunflowerana : my sweetest baby bun! fuck— i have missed you so so much and you don’t even know how much i smiled when i saw that you came back on tumblr! i always wonder how you’re doing, if you’re taking good care of yourself and if you’re not being too mean to yourself about school. you are the epitome of an angel and no i’m not even exaggerating cause you truly are! ji can vouch for me if you don’t believe me 🥴 tbh i miss our convos in the server with ji and liv and i hope that maybe we can pick it up again. ofc i know that we’re all busy but maybe we can have a quick phone call soon like we used too!! you always support me with whatever i’m doing and you’re so genuine with your feelings! you are the sunshine in my life, a reminder that not all things are bad. you care so deeply for your friends and you aren’t scared to share your love! i understand why mitsuya and bokuto adore you so much, cause hello?? who wouldn’t?? i sure as HELL adore you to the moon and back! cheers to yet another year and i love you so much bby 🤍

@myalbedo : honestly you’re so special to me. one day i will steal you away from albedo so he better watch out, cause fuck— i adore you so much bubs! i know that i can always talk to you and that you have my back no matter what! you show me so much love for who i am and i find it so fucking cute how genuine you are and how much you appreciate and show your love to your friends! it’s truly refreshing to have someone as dependable as you are and god you’re also so strong bby! i hope that this year will be nicer for you (or i’ll commit arson)! anyway, i love you so much bubs and pls know that if something is bothering you that you can always talk to me! i’m here for you. always 🤍

@kaeyatos : my dearest and most beloved eris!! last time you reached out to me privately and your message warmed my heart a lot! you always and i mean always have your friends back’s and i truly love that about you! you aren’t afraid to speak your mind and call ppl out on their bullshit and on a hell site like tumblr it’s honestly nice to see ppl who are still true to themselves and their morals! truly admirable! i love you so much and i adore our convos! like we don’t talk all too often but when we do it makes me smile brightly!

@kita-dynasty : we don’t talk as often, but i know that it’s okay and that you’re not someone who would take it too seriously! i still remember our first convo in lia’s server and how we talked about iwa being in a band and playing ‘DiE4u’ by Bring Me The Horizons. or remember our convo about a certain ‘worm’? 👁 anywayy, i got the pleasure of asking for a comm from you (the one with baji) and i still absolutely love it! you’re so talented and passionate of the things you love and i admire that! also, thank you for yesterday when you helped me out with farming for chests and bearing with me and my lack of skills gsvshsb

@dilu3 : you’re so cute. i love it when you get all excited about different things that fascinate you in the moment. your fics are subliminal and i’m rlly sorry some shithead keeps reporting them. honestly, if i could, i would perish them all for you. anywayy,, i also love when you share your comms! they’re always either rlly cute or fucking hot, no in between. you have been the sweetest to me since i have met you and i thank you for that, love. also, the way i get giddy whenever i see your url pop up in my notifs hehehe 🥰

@twdottore : we don’t talk outside of tumblr, but just like the others, i know that it’s not something either of us would get mad at. your fic series is absolutely insane (in a good way), like i can tell that you do your research on certain topics you write about and that you take your time writing each chapter until YOU are satisfied (quality ≠ quantity)! i honestly wish i could write longer fics or even series like you do and you actually inspire me a lot even when i don’t say it often +++ i love your characterization of each character you have written for so far! like it feels to me like you know them all down to a T! you’re always being sweet to me and i hope you know how much i love you!

@nyaaaaanma : plsss i adore you so much! whenever you tag me in anything blue lock related (aka any reo content) i giggle like a teenage girl with a crush. like, the fact that you see for example fanart of reo and immediately think to tag me is so cute to me hdvshsbs. also, the moodboards you make are so pretty and aesthetically pleasing! i still have them all saved on my phone (with mostly baji, *que surprise noises* lmaoo)! i remember the moment you followed me back and send me an ask with a lil shy kitty pic and i kindofmaybeperhaps fangirled a bit, cause i would often see you pop up by my moots so honestly it felt like i already befriended you hehehe pls never change babes <3

@kazuwhora : kc, my lovely baby. you inspire me so much to be my honest self. the way you stand your ground against injustice and prejudice is truly admirable. you have shown me countless times how caring you are. like, i particularly remember the time i got shit from baji antis and you never ceased to shut them up for me and reassuring me that i didn’t do anything wrong. you’re so unapologetically yourself, pls stay that way bb! i know that last year gave you some hardships and i truly hope that this year you will have it way easier, cause hell you fucking deserve it! i adore you love!

special mentions to new moots: i haven’t known y’all for a long time, yet all of you have been so incredibly sweet to me since day 1 and i hope to get to know you all this year better and become good friends! and ofc the moots i don’t talk too much too, but i know y’all have my back: i adore all of you so much! just like the others, all of you either make me laugh out loud, swoon bcs of your fics or feel loved by your genuine and lovely personalities! thank you and i love you 🤍 - @portfolio-of-dreams @planetxiao @romiyaro @minxsane @sugr @suyacho @asmology @sleepy3 @darlingimawitch @itoshi-s @jotatetsuken @oo-mi-ru-oo @suyacho @haitani-plague @kenslilove @tunamiya @violetsoju @marism @blueparadis

[oddballwriter]

After reading ‘Dad!Evan/tim whose child ends up meeting HABIT/masky’ i kinda want some hc of them being dads, what types of dad they will be? Like you can’t tell that they wouldn’t do the most goofiest things to see their child smile/laugh especially EVAN(😭) and be like ‘I might be heavily traumatized but i will always have time for my child’ and be the type to read their child a bedtime story. I’m going to stop talking so I can sent this request in because I can literally talk about them being dads like I’m having absolute brain rot them😭

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Warnings: Mentions of HABIT and the events of MH. A twinge of angst here and there. 

Author’s Snip: Some how these two feel the most like dad material and their the most traumatized, and one of their traumas comes from getting their dad card revoked in the worst way 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Tim

I can just sense that Tim would be a pretty big shut in after everything, not really having anyone become too close to him out of fear of having everything that happened with Marble Hornets happen again

I said this in the original post that once you are left with him, he thinks about giving you up, and that's because he's scared of having that happen to you. But something in him just isn't strong enough to do that

He would worry about if he's passed what he's got onto you or if you're starting to catch it too but at some point he comes to the head of "If they don't that's great. If they do, that's fine I can help them."

Though he'd rather have it that you don't get operator

He takes up a decent job that lets him work from home so that he can both support and care for you, it also lets him feed into him having become a shut in but that's not the point.

He sets up an extra thing in the bank to have money if you ever want to go to college or even have some money for when you're all grown and want to be doing grown up stuff

He's actually really nurturing as a dad, but in his own way and somewhat doting

I mean, you are the only person who knows him so closely and the only thing that really gives him a spot in normalcy and reality

Obviously you have a very humble and simple up bringing. You have what you need and maybe just a tad bit more

I'm sure that Tim would have actually high tailed it out of any places with forests in the case that that's what the Operator can liv e in, but even then he's probably still a bit hesitant to leave you alone or have you go places by yourself (even when you're older)

It's not in a full on helicopter parent way but still, he's paranoid about things happening to you

This is a bit of a given but Tim would die for you and would make sure that you had a happy life and good upbringing

He didn't have too sunny of a childhood and upbringing, with being in a mental/psychiatric hospital for most of his younger life, so he wants to make sure that you have a good upbringing

He'll always support you and be proud of all your achievements, big and small

Though he will be sad when you start actually being independent because now his baby's all grown and will end up doing their own things, but he's happy since he helped you get there

I feel like with Tim and all that he's been through, he'll just be happy that he managed to get past it, it in a way, for at least you

Evan

This bitch oh my fucking god this man

Okay listen, he's so traumatized, like so fucking traumatized from just everything that has happened

But I know that this man throws that out of the window as soon as he has the opportunity or chance to just raise and have a kid. If he knew that you would be okay the entire time then he's just gonna dad it the hell up

He's so excited to be a dad

But he's still scared

He actually tries to read guides on how to raise a kid just to make sure he does it right, but he mostly just takes the books key points and all that and just does it his way

Evan will always praise you and be proud whenever you do something

He also plays along in a lot of what you do

To say that he's gonna be your first best friend is an understatement

He's still going to discipline you when you things you aren't supposed to and be an actual authority figure

But just because he has to be an authority figure doesn't mean he can't have fun with you and be in on all your shenanigans

Evan will always be scared of Habit getting to you

As much as he'd like to, he can never forget all that Habit has done before to his loved ones

Some nights when you're already asleep he'll be up on the verge of a panic attack because he thought hoe Habit could just pop up and ruin everything

But I think at some point he just gets to a point where he just... stops

He doesn't know when Habit will come or what he might do, but he comes to the realization and thought that he tried. Evan tried his best to raise you and give you all that he could

He had so much fun raising you and he wouldn't trade however much time he may have had with you for the anything

[eoangstlover56]

Ok so before I say anything else this is only based on my watch of SVU I have not watched the OC episode yet. Will have to do that tomorrow.

Now that I’ve watched the episode I am not quite as upset as I was before. I do still have some issues with it but first here’s what I loved:

-Olivia being mama bear, threatening oscar papa and the whole ‘no one gets away with trying to kill my son. If you say one more word it will be your last”

-the Fin/Olivia phone call and that we get continuity of her being upset that yet another person left as she looks at Amanda’s desk and telling fin “are you gonna leave me too” and his reassurance that no he is not. I LIKE that we did see her tired and hurt for a moment. I just wish she wasn’t alone but I’ll get to that when I talk about my dislikes.

-I like that there are still Amanda mentions on the show with Carisi still being on there. Proof that they in fact CAN imply that a relationship is still occurring in a characters personal life without that person always being in an episode

-I like that now when Elliot is mentioned people have stopped talking shit about him or trying to tell her to keep her distance etc instead we just get Carisi smirking at Olivia saying she was gonna meet El and Noah at home

-I LOVE Olivia’s new apartment. It’s so spacious and honestly she deserves a space that’s hers and Noah’s and that doesn’t have memories of her being with Brian and the early days of her trauma after Lewis etc

-I can’t remember who it was on here that originally pointed out the artwork and how it looked like Elliot and Noah might’ve made some art together for Olivia? Maybe @elliot-olivia but like YES that is so deliciously domestic I wish We could’ve seen it

-Elliot telling Olivia “you’re family” is actually HUGE and I glossed over it the first time I saw the clip but like remember in Philadelphia when she said “I’ve been alone my whole life” and we all were wishing he’d said “no you’re not you have me” well that’s pretty much what he did and YESSS

-them moving through her kitchen being all domestic with him planning to make her tea and her looking for the sugar 🥺❤️ be still my heart

-ok NOW this part thank you to @det1stgrstabler @fairydyke-mothr and others for helping me see the convo in a different way because initially I felt like his “why’d you call me?” And “Liv look at me” were kinda…cold or demanding or something? But I think a lot of that was because I was expecting a hug so it didn’t seem as soft as I wanted but now that I’ve watched it again he’s gentle/soft with her he just…he loves and wants her so bad and she loves and wants him too and it probably is a little frustrating that he’s putting himself out there only to be rejected even though we and he understand why she’s rejecting him. And I think it was @thisismehappy that said they thought he realized in this scene just how much he really fucked up with her? Which is a good thing and could lead to something. Hopefully

-she tells him “I want to” twice because she wants him to know that she loves him she’s just scared 🥺 and I hope this means they are gonna try to work through the fear. I also agree with @rahleeyah (pretty sure it was you but I’ve read so many blogs today lol) that her “what if it doesn’t work out” is not neccesarily that Elliot specifically would leave her again but that she’s used to losing things so many times she’s afraid this will just be another thing and she knows that would break her (I’m paraphrasing cause Leah articulated this way better than me lol but I read that and was like ahhh yes)

-we didn’t get a hug or a face cradle but we DID get them leaning into each other and an almost kiss and a face nuzzle and what I swear was a kiss on the cheek or at least a loving caress and it was sexy 😍🔥 and sweet

-lastly I’m choosing to believe he stayed like @calliopecantaloupes said

Will discuss my problems with it later tonight as we just got to the hospital to see my grandma. Please keep her in your prayers if you believe in that or send good vibes ❤️

[marchtomydrums]

Wildcard 7

Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson x Reader

Rated M

Once you and Alex spoke things seemed to move rather quickly. Olivia announced a dinner/ movie date for the three of you a couple of weeks ago. Ever since the three of you have been on several dates. Each date is nice and it gives you time to really get to know Alex. Olivia is rather smitten having both of you in her arms. Both of you secretly craving her in moments of silence. Longing looks and simple but meaningful touches lighting her body up like a bonfire on a cold night.

Tonight was no different as the three of you sat together on the couch watching an old film. Olivia sits in the middle with each of you wrapped in her arms on either side. Every so often Alex’s fingers find yours across Olivia's stomach taking them in hers and gently rubbing them. Looking over your eyes meet blue as she stares at you. You give her a small smile which she returns before easing your heads back down on Olivia's shoulders.

Once the movie ends Olivia stretches her limbs with a big yarn.

“As much as I love this you two are killing my arms.” she teases.

You quickly moved over trying to give her some relief to which she grabs you pulling you back in.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“You said you were in pain,” you mumbled.

“I’d rather be in pain than for you to move.” she chuckles.

“Oh.” you giggled snuggling back into her arms.

Alex chuckles lifting her head “Not to pop the bubble but I think we need to talk.”

Olivia sighs “Alright.”

“While I'm loving this arraignment I think it's best to start going over some rules.”

You and Olivia nod sitting up straight to hear the blonde out.

“I'm listening,” Olivia says with a smile.

“I know that typically you're the only master in these scenarios but I think for this to work you and I must share the title,” Alex suggests.

“Why?” the brunette asked.

“Because it's hard enough adding a third person. And while the transition from one master to two will be a challenge it's easier than having two pets,” she explained.

You listened quietly as Olivia thinks it over.

“This isn't just about you wanting to be in charge?” she teased.

The blonde laughs “Now we both know I love to be the boss. And yes I do benefit from this. But Liv it's been a long time since I've played the role as a pet. And you and y/n already have roles established. I'm just saying I think it would do more harm for everyone involved if I try to take on the role as a second pet.”

“Hmm.” Olivia hums nodding her head. Looking over at you she smiles.

“What do you think baby?”

-What do I think? Why is she asking me? You think you yourself.

I think this whole thing is fucked. And I think Alex knows that I'm not comfortable so she's trying to help me. Which makes me feel guilty for feeling jealous of her. But this would mean that I don't have to worry about being replaced. Olivia still gets to be with Alex but it won't be the same. -

You smiled nodding your head. “If it's okay with you I think I'm okay with the idea.”

The older women smile. Olivia nods her head looking over at Alex.

“Alright. We’ll try it. But you and I will have to be on the same page. And while you're now my equal in a sense I still get the final call.”

“Of course. But you must be willing to hear me out. And if we can't come to an agreement we will bring y/n in for the tie.” she says looking over at you.

“A pet making decisions?” the brunette asked. Alex nods. “Pets are more willing to listen and behave if they feel heard. And I for one wouldn't want y/n to feel as if she isn't being valued in this relationship,” she says.

You smiled. Wow, Alex must really care about me. Or it's an act so that she can be in charge. I'm not sure yet. But I've never heard of a pet getting to be involved with these decisions. I kinda like it. You say in your head.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” Olivia says. Alex smiles “Good. Now for the other ground rules.” she sighed looking between the two of you.

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That night you lie awake in bed thinking about the rules the three of you came up with. For the most part, they were similar to the rules already in place. No giving out punishment in anger. Safewords are accepted and can be used at any time. The roles we play are not allowed in public as a form of punishment or humiliation. You're expected to listen to Olivia and Alex when given orders. You're to be respectful and kind. As are they. In this space, we’re to treat each other with kindness and understanding. This is our safe place. When in play you're theirs to do with as they please. All forms of punishment are acceptable unless it is a part of someone’s no list. Aftercare is always a must and cuddles and affection are required after the punishment is over. Neither Alex nor Olivia are allowed to cause you serious physical harm. If at any chance you feel unsafe or feel as if something needs to be adjusted you're to report to both masters and speak your peace. They will then talk it over and come to some form of an agreement if they can't you're brought in as a tie-breaker. If at any time someone wants to end the relationship they must tell each other.

Alex and Olivia both laid out the rules as you listened agreeing with them. They asked if there was anything else you wanted to add. All you asked for was that any form of sexual activity is between the three of you in the beginning. And that if anything were to occur between two parties that it is reported and talked about. The two agreed. Both knowing that you were worried about being left out after their slip-up.

You sighed to yourself as you tossed and turned in your bed. Were you really going to do this? Were you ready for this? Olivia chose that moment to roll over pulling your back against her front. Breathing deeply she kissed the side of your head.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

As the days went on you tried to stay indifferent about the situation. You went on dates trying to enjoy yourself but also watching the blonde. You weren't sure if you could trust her. Having sex with her was one thing but opening up to her and letting her in was different. Although many may not understand your way of thinking it was easier for you fuck her and to be fucked rather than to hold her and to be held. You left that for Olivia seeking out your only source of comfort. Alex noticed but said nothing hoping that eventually, you would be able to trust her but not push the issue.

Olivia however took notice and immediately wanted to know why you were being so standoffish with Alex. “What’s your deal with Alex?”

“Nothing.”

“Baby.” she sighed taking your hands in hers. “Talk to me. Please.”

You sighed. “I'm just having a hard time. You know how I am. I like her don't get me wrong but you can't expect me to trust her right off the bat just because you do.”

“I know. I just want you to talk to me about it. So maybe I can help.”

“I know.”

“Are you okay with her coming over tonight?” she asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Liv I'm good seriously. I just need more time.”

“Alright. If you're sure.”

In all honesty, you didn't know if you'd ever be sure. Alex was trying but she didn't seem to push it. Which you were thankful for. You knew she was nice and kind and she wanted you to feel included. But that doesn't mean you trusted her completely. Olivia needs to understand that just because they've known each other for years you're just now getting to know Alex.

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Olivia smiles as she allows the blonde inside of your apartment. They greet each other with a kiss before the blonde is walking your way.

“Hi,” she whispered leaning in to kiss your cheek.

Against your will, your cheeks flush crimson as you duck your head.

“Hi.”

“Well, I think tonight we should try a little exercise if you two are up for it,” Olivia announced. This peaks the blonde's interest.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking we could try a trust exercise. As long as y/n is okay with it.” She says looking over at you.

“A trust exercise?” You questioned. The brunette nods.

“Yeah.” She answers handing each of you a glass of wine before returning to the kitchen to grab her own.

“Follow me.” She smiles leading the two of you into the bedroom.

You followed behind her and Alex questioning what Olivia would had in mind. Once you entered the room the brunette disappears into the closet leaving you and Alex alone. When she returns she has an array of items in her hands. Quietly she lays them out side by side on the bed. You and Alex walk towards the bed looking over the items as your stomach drops.

“In order for this to work, we have to trust each other. And y/n you have to trust us as your masters. Trust that we will take care of you, listen to you, and bring you pleasure. What better way than than this.” She says.

Looking over the items you see the handcuffs and silk ties.-she’s going to tie me up.- you think to yourself. Then the blindfold. -oh fuck. She’s going to take all of my senses away.-

Olivia notices your hesitation and quickly intervenes. “Of course, you’ll still be able to hear and speak. And you can use your safe word at any moment.”

“And if it’s not something you want to do at all we won’t,” Alex said cutting in. Olivia nods “Yes. It’s up to you.” she says looking at you.

You stared at the two women feeling like you were in the spotlight center stage. “Umm..sure. I guess we can try it.” You stuttered.

Olivia smiles walking towards you. “If you want to stop all you have to do is say the word. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She nods leading you over to the bed. Giving you a gentle kiss she starts undressing you until you’re left in your bra and panties. Guiding you down to the bed she places you in the center. Reaching over to grab the cuffs she starts to attach them to your wrist hooking them around the bedpost.

“Is it too tight?” She asked.

“No. It’s fine.” You whispered.

Alex hands her the silk ties as Olivia recites her normal speech while she spreads your legs tying each ankle to a bedpost.

“We're equals, first and foremost. Whatever happens in here is out of love and even if you feel you have no power all you have to do is say the word. You say the word and it all stops. Always.” She whispered looking down at you with a smile.

Once your feet were tied she steps back to look at her work.

“You ready baby?” She asked.

“Yes ma’am.”

“What’s the word pet?”

“Apple ma’am.”

“Good girl.” She praises handing the blindfold to Alex.

“Alex is going to tie the blindfold and then we will begin.” She says. You nod your head looking up at the blonde who smiles down at you.

“I promise you you’re safe. But if you feel uncomfortable remember your word.” She says lifting your head.

“Yes ma’am.” You whispered as she ties the cloth around your eyes.

-Why the hell would I say yes to this? I mean really. I can’t see a damn thing. I can’t move. Don’t freak out! You’re fine. Liv is here. You're fine.- you chant in your head.

“Alright pet now that we have you set up it's time for our game.” You hear Olivia say.

-Wait what? I thought this was the game!!- you scream in your head.

“Ma’am?” You questioned out loud.

You hear her chuckle. “It will be fun I promise. Alex and I will do something for example a kiss or a lick etc. All you have to do is guess who is who. But if you get it wrong we get to choose how you will be punished.” She explained.

You sighed thanking god she couldn’t see you rolling your eyes.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Alright well let’s get started. Shall we?” She asked.

The next thing you know you feel a pair of lips against yours. The full warm lips move gently against yours. When you finally start to move with them they’re gone.

“Olivia.” You whispered.

“Good girl.” She praises. You smiled waiting for the next play. Suddenly you felt lips down your neck moving across your jawline and hitting that spot right behind your ear.

-Only Olivia would know that spot.- you think to yourself.

“Olivia.” You answered.

You hear a deep chuckle. “That’s because I kissed your spot.”

You smiled nodding your head.

The next time you feel lips they’re wrapping themselves around your nipple causing you to gasp and your back to arch. Your hands strain against the cuffs begging to reach out and grab. You moaned loudly as the lips realized your nipple with a pop before doing the same to the next one.

You sighed and moaned as your nipples harden in the warm mouth. Once the lips pulled away you whined.

Silence took over and you remembered you were supposed to pick.

-Fuck! Who was that? I was so lost in the pleasure I didn’t pay attention. Fuck. Fuck Fuck.-

“Pet?” Olivia calls out.

-Fuck!- “Umm..Alex ma’am.” You guessed hoping you were right.

“Very good pet.” Alex praised causing your body to relax.

-Thank fucking god!-

You relaxed waiting for the next one only this time you had to wait longer than usual. You sighed waiting and waiting.

-What is taking so long? -

You sighed out loud straining against the cuffs.

-What if they aren’t here? Liv wouldn’t do that right? No! She wouldn’t. But why is it taking so long? Just relax!-

You tried to shift your body over some to get more comfortable as you waited patiently. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ma’am.” You called out earning no response.

“Liv!” You shout your voice cracking with emotion. Again you received no response.

“Oliv…” you went to scream but your words were cut short by a warm tongue slipping through your folds. You moaned loudly as your hips arch up into the hot mouth. Gasping you tried hard to focus on the tongue questioning who it could be. Sure enough the moment you relaxed into the pleasure the tongue disappeared.

You groaned pulling against the cuffs.

“Alex.” You answered.

“Wrong answer pet.” The blonde chuckles.

-Fucking great!-

“I told you if you get one wrong there would be a punishment. So here’s how this is going to go.” Olivia says.

Feeling the bed dip you sighed as you waited. The sound of a loud buzz catches your attention.

“This will stay right here.” She says placing the vibrator on your clit. You jerked gasping at the sensation.

“You’re not allowed to come. And you will be silent. If you make a sound we start time all over. Do you understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good girl.” She says leaving the vibrator on your clit. You sighed as you bite your lip trying to stay quiet.

-This is fucking bullshit. They make it sound so easy. I’d like to see one of them tied up, teased, and be quiet!-

The minutes drag on and the more you lay there the harder it is to stay quiet . Every so often the speed increases causing you to bite your lip harder. You’re so wet by this point you can feel yourself dripping. You silently prayed that this would be over soon. Sure enough, the vibe disappears and you allow yourself a moment to breathe.

“Good girl. Are you ready to continue?” The brunette asked.

You sighed nodding your head “Yes ma’am.”

[theonethinginlife]

I actually always 'read' that she was saying 'I wasn't ready' , but god who knows, the seeds of doubt entered my brain now lol! But even if she said I was pregnant or something similar about pregnancies, she could also refer to the fact the she's thinking about him adopting them maybe? with the father talk Liv is saying? it could be that Amanda really thought she was gonna die and it got her thinking, what would have happened to Jesse and Billie if she had indeed died? they could have being separated, Billie with Al and Jesse with Declan or even god forbit her parents. And she wouldn't have wanted ANY of this, the only person she would have wanted her babies to go to is Sonny, hence the talk with Liv, maybe she wanna ask him. uuuugh I wanna know!! because I really don't want the storyline to be, she was pregnant and she lost the baby, like the fuck?? why are they so cruel to Amanda, hasn't she suffered enough? an almost mortal shot is not enough? you want her to miscarriage too now writers? after 11 years that's what she gets?! hell no please.

But good lord if indeed is the lost baby thing and I really really do not want it to be, but if it is and she still haven't told him because she doesn't know how because she knows it's gonna be so painful for him too and doesn't want to hurt him but she needs to tell him, can you just imagine the scene these two are gonna film together when she will tell him??? I will die if it happens, that scene is GONNA DESTROY ME thaaaaanks.

Anyway, when are we gonna see this bench rolivia scene anyway? this week?

Hi Anon!

I've seen multiple things now, and am generally not sure if it's "I was pregnant" or "I was ready" or "I was reckless."

The context for the conversation we don't have the entirety of, but Liv looks very happy/excited and definitely says "For what it's worth, at the end of the day, [your boyfriend?] is ten times better than most other fathers."

Jesse and Billie are in this episode (in multiple scenes), too, so I'm thinking the conversation has to be something about the girls and Sonny's relationship to them--whether that leads to a "Dad" line or an adoption conversation (or both), that's probably setting up whatever Amanda is talking about here.

For the longest time, I really did think it was "I was pregnant," (even went as far as writing a whole fic about it to try to control it) and I'm still not sure if it is or not, but there's three options I see that don't mean a pregnancy loss.

"I was pregnant" could be something about her realizing when she was pregnant with one of the girls (probably Billie) that Sonny was the kind of father her kids should've had.

"I was reckless" could be further reflection on her life that builds upon the last episode as well--Amanda has blamed herself for the girls having 2 different uninvolved fathers before, so it would be in character for her to reflect on that with Liv.

"I was ready" could be about a lot of things, including her going back to work (she might be constantly worried about the girls while she's on the job) or Sonny proposing (which would lead to an adoption).

As we saw last week, Amanda is super vulnerable right now and she's skipping therapy (don't even get me started on that), so the emotionality of the conversation could definitely be explained by that just as much as a pregnancy loss.

Jesse and Billie are in this episode, too, so I'm thinking the conversation has to be something about the girls and Sonny's relationship to them--whether that leads to a "Dad" line or an adoption conversation (or both), that's probably setting up whatever Amanda is talking about here.

(I also think Kelli & Mariska themselves were super emotional that day, judging by the BTS pictures, because neither of them want Kelli to leave the show.)

That said, I don't put anything past the show, especially given that we know Dick Wolf ultimately runs it and wanted to kill her off in the premiere (don't get me started on how they treated her there, either).

What I am holding onto is what David & Julie have promised about the way their storyline will go, which Julie said will include "joy" and David said will have a "happy never ending."

I'm also keeping in mind that when David first mentioned that this was a Rollisi episode, he said there were some really romantic moments in it, something hard to do if this was an episode with such a hugely devastating storyline like that, especially when you consider that they've also got to have a case in there.

TLDR: I think anything is possible, but that the pregnancy loss scenario is a little less likely than other ones above, but whatever happens, we know Rollisi is promised a happy ending, and that's what's keeping me going.