#this has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year oop

[battydora]

𔓘 h. hotaru sexcanons 🪼.

char.: hotaru haganezuka , reader

cw: nsfw , minors dni!! , dom. reader , sub. hotaru , gn. reader (no body spec.) , adult reader!! , pillow princess hotaru , experienced reader , oral (g.) , fingering , voyeurism (once) , hair pulling , indoors , outdoors , established relationship , + reader worship<3

let me tell you something: he is noisy. when you're eating him out (cock or ass, it doesn't matter) he'll whisper gentle curses and groan in delight because your mouth feels so good in his cock/hole it only gets him going, swinging his hips like an eager puppy when his orgasm is around the corner, stumbling upon his own words "p-please, don't stop.. please d-don't, 'm coming!". more than once you had to cover his mouth because the entire village would find out you were the one fucking him stupid.

virgin. probably had some intimate times and hot make out sessions in his youth, but none of them actually crossed the line between making out and getting laid. hotaru has always had a hard time surrendering to his desires for the mere reason of being too focused in his career.

lack of physical touch in his life turned him into a touch starved man, he didn't know how much he needed to be fucked until you got close enough to him emotionally to do so (which took some time, let's be honest).

so when you fuck him good for the first time, he does not get enough, he is feral and insatiable.

in line with the previous headcanon, he is very passionate about exploring his sex life with you, he found it so relieving and fulfilling for his general health that he would want you very often, wanting to feel your body day and night.

he craves for your touch. hotaru acts like a dog in heat when he is horny. he reaches out for you, shyly at first, and kisses you, deep and passionate, pressing his body against your own, hoping his body language speaks for him, telling you he wants you. great hand placement by the way, he likes to fit your jaw and neck into his palm while kissing you. if the kiss successfully turns into a hot make out session, he starts grinding against your thighs, panting between kisses and hoping you'd do something, anything.

there are times when you mess with hotaru with this. you act fool, you pretend like you don't know he's needy, you let him get all worked up by your kissing session until he gets desperate: why aren't you catching the hints? why aren't you doing anything? he needs you, he needs you so so bad, please pay attention to him, he is being a good boy.

↑ his kissing turns sloppy and whimpers desperately into your mouth, his actions turning desperate and bothered, pulling you impossibly closer and grinding harder. "respond to me, p-please, i need you". how this turns out depends on you.

he voluntarily goes into sub space, he embraces his submissive role without second thoughts. he just wants to be fucked good, he selfishly wants you to do all the job for him.

communication is key. he may be needy most of the time, but haganezuka also needs his needs heard. since he's still a novice, he will need to stop you from time to time, aware that some things are just not his thing. the more nights you spend together, the more he learns about himself and the things he wants to do in bed (or elsewhere?) so be patient.

hotaru often denies to himself he had had thoughts of the two of you doing something lewd in the hot springs. bodies both nude and relaxed, whenever you sit in silence, he stares at your naked shoulders popping through the water, drops of hot water elegantly falling off your face. your whole image is majestic, a strong dominant aura surrounds you and enhances your sensuality, specially when you rest your arms on the rocks surrounding you. (you're so sexy 😩)

three things can happen now:

i) nothing. he keeps all those dirty thoughts to himself and waits until you two go back to his place.

ii) you notice the look on his face and start continuously asking him suggestive questions and flirting with him, flustering him at the fact that you are able to read him like an open book. you don't mess with him for too long and decide to straddle him, delicious friction making both of your bodies quiver, hot water swaying around you both, sending small waves to the rock's edges. hotaru grasps your hips, hoping to get you to go harder on him because the friction against his cock is pleasurably painful. you get this going for a long while, but decide to leave it there, because once you go back home, you'd give hotaru a proper ride.

iii) ↑ same situation, different outcome. you command him to jerk off in front of you. he blushes furiously and attempts to complain, you are the one to please him everytime so telling him to do the job is offensive. you don't yield to his objections of course, and just sitting two meters away from him, you stare at his arm gesturing down to his shaft, your eyes cathing the water beggining to move around him, implying that under the hot water, his cock is receiving attention. hotaru is majestic, always has been, but you receive all sorts of satisfaction just from seeing his muscular figure quiver and jolt while masturbating, he barely shuts his mouth, he rests his back on the rock behind him and throws his head back letting out many types of moans and grunts.

pull. his. hair. please, he's internally begging for it, whenever he makes a mistake with you he would like his hair pullen and being remarked his mistake. he's tough, so don't mind if you pull his hair too hard.

while experimenting, he found out he likes fingering. One or two fingers inside his ass will have him arching his back and twirling his toes in delight any moment, your fingers playing inside his tight walls, digging deeper and deeper until reaching his prostate. however, he's still not capable of coming from just anal stimulation.

he only trusts you about sex, you're his current partner and wants you and you only to teach him about sex, he listens closely to whatever you have to say and after some time, eventually, hotaru finds himself wondering about how would it feel to pleasure you. you're so good at satisfying him, it should feel great to be able to do the same for you, right?

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ knockout x renji abarai

✧ summary there’s no better way for renji to celebrate a big win than to spend the night with y/n.

✧ content warnings reader described as a black woman who uses she/pronouns. feisty!reader, chubby!reader x undergroundfighter!renji. modern au — no bleach verse. told in first POV — renji’s. mentions of stitches and bruises. usage of profanity, praise kink, cowgirl position, nipple play, facefucking — renji will finish in reader’s, squirting. terms of endearment — baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. reader and renji are in their late twenties.

✧ author’s note hello, hello. i am here with a fic that’s not jjk for once in my life, lmfao. this idea has been in my drafts since january 2023, and it was just sitting there collecting dusts on my old tumblr. but i said i was going to do more bleach characters, so here we go. first time writing renji, so if this ain’t how you see him, oops. still enjoy. also didn't really focus on the underground!fighter portion as much. but maybe i will if there's a next time. support me by liking, commenting, and reblogging this post. i would greatly appreciate it. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS— DO NOT INTERACT.

I know she told me not to come by after the fight, but I needed to. 

 I won.

 I fucking won, and there’s no other way for me to celebrate winning ten thousand dollars than to be with Y/N.

 Well, that’s if she’s still not mad at me.

 Before I left for my match, we got into an argument. A huge one. She doesn’t like that I fight for a living, let alone illegal underground fighting. I mean—I get it. Seeing someone you care about constantly getting his ass beat isn’t a sight worth seeing. 

 But fighting is all I know. 

 I had a shitty childhood. Didn’t know who the hell my parents were since they gave me up at birth for adoption. Jump around in foster care homes until the mothers got sick of me and kicked me out in the streets. Survival was basically forced on me.

 Fighting is what kept me alive. For food. Clothes. A place to lay my head. Whether I lost or won, I know the reason why I’m alive today is because I’m a fighter. 

 It wasn’t until I was eighteen when I found out about the world of underground fighting. Ten years deep and I know nothing else. 

 Y/N knows this about me. She understands I didn’t have it easy and never judged me. But that doesn’t mean she agrees with my lifestyle. 

 She came to a few fights in the beginning. Eventually, she got tired of seeing me stitched up almost every weekend. 

 Shit, me too. 

 However, after tonight, I feel good about my future wins. I busted my ass in training, so now I don’t have to hear shit about anymore losses. 

 Even if right now I’m stitched up and have a black eye. I feel good.

 Great.

 Better if Y/N opens the door after keeping me waiting out in the cold for the past ten minutes. 

 I know she’s awake. She has a habit of staying up late, studying for med school. And plus, I haven’t messaged or called her yet. Despite her not showing up to my fights, she still wants an update afterwards that I made it out alive.

 “Y/N, let me in,” I say, knocking loudly on her apartment door. “You know I don’t care about making a scene.”

 After a few more obnoxious knocks, the door finally swings open and I am met with deep russet skin, tight curls, and chocolate-colored eyes that pierce an annoyed look in my direction.

 “What do you want?” She bites out. “I’m busy.”

 I smirk and hold the bag of money in the air. “I won.”

 “Congrats.” Her tone is flat and she tries to slam the door in my face, but I placed my foot to stop it from closing. “Seriously?”

 “Yes, seriously. Are you really still mad at me?” I teasingly ask. 

 “You won. I said congrats. What more do you want?”

 I shrugged. “I’m locked out of my apartment.”

 She arches a brow at me, already recognizing my bullshit ass excuse of being locked out of my apartment. 

 Y/N knows me. She knows I would do anything to be in her presence, so going back and forth in forty degree weather is pointless. 

 Her pretty brown hues travels across my face and body, examining the stitches and bruises that probably has her wondering, who the fuck treated him? 

 Me. But that’s besides the point.

 A deep sign escapes her mouth when she realizes I’m not going anywhere until she lets me in, so she opens her door wider and turns her back to me to walk further inside her apartment. 

 “Sit,” she orders, which I happily do so while chuckling to myself. 

 While Y/N goes to the bathroom (assuming she’s getting a med kit to fix my shitty patch job), I take advantage of staring at her round ass that’s barely covered in those tiny boy shorts. Every step she takes it jiggles, creating an ocean of waves I’m eager to swim in.

 I get comfortable while I wait, taking off my skully, sweater, and any other form of heavy clothing that would cause me to sweat in her heated apartment. 

 “I’m going to start charging you if you keep fucking coming to my apartment like this, Renji,” Y/N snapped, walking with the kit in her hand as expected. 

 “Outside of paying for your tuition, I can think of other ways to repay you.”

 She rolls her eyes at my suggestive comment. “Get over yourself, Abarai.”

 I let out a snort before she stands in front of me and tilt up my chin to start making work on my face. 

 She’s cute when she’s mad. Huffing and puffing while whispering slick comments under breath. But how she’s handling my face by moving it around with force rushes blood straight to my groin.

 I’m getting hard.

 Hard as shit, and it’s not helping that I’m in close proximity with her. 

 That jasmine lavender scent that circulates through my senses. Looking up at her full lips that’s coated with gloss. Then, lowering my gaze to her tits that’s big, naturally saggy, and pretty. My mouth is watering at the sight of her nipples hardening.

 And I don’t know if it’s because she feels that I’m checking her out or the coldness outside is affecting her. 

 Either way, I’ll act on it.

 Taking it upon myself, I grab the back of her thighs to pull her on my lap. As if she’s used to my antics, it doesn’t catch her off guard and she continues to clean up my wounds. 

 “You’re all bloody up with a black eye and somehow you still have the energy to be a pervert,” she retorts.

 I move one of hands to her ass, massaging comforting circles. “For you? Yeah.”

 The quiet between us was comfortable until she opted to speak again. “So… who’d you fight?”

 “Some huge motherfucker. I thought I was going to die.”

 She leans back to grab more alcohol and dabs it above my brow. “Maybe that’s what needed to have you stop fucking fighting.”

 I throw my head back to laugh, but she grabs my chin to bring my face forward. “Like you want me dead.” My hands creep beneath her cheeks to pull her closer to me and apply more pressure to my cock. “That’s what you want?”

 “That came out my mouth, Abarai?”

 “Why are you still mad at me?” 

 She scoffs. “Why am I mad that you’re practically coming to me everyday with a busted face and broken ribs?” That’s one thing I love about Y/N—her feisty personality. It turns me on so fucking much because I know when I fuck her, it’ll be a different story. 

 Continuing, she says, “I think I would be a little more satisfied if you did this professionally as opposed to underground. Underground doesn’t come with insurance, Ren.”

 “Aw, you care about me that much?” My question was supposed to be posed as a joke, but the look on her pretty face says otherwise. 

 “Fucking asshole. I don’t know why I still deal with your ass.”

 “Probably because you love me.”

 “Probably not.”

  Gripping her hips, I pull her with me and lean back into the headrest of the couch. We’re inches away from our mouths cooling and I take advantage of this proximity by basking in her sweet smelling breath and beauty. 

 Simply because Y/N exists, my cocks hardens for her. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her pussy against my erection and breasts suffocating pressed on my chest. Girlfriend or not, she’s mine.  

 And she knows it. 

 I can see how she looks at me, even when mad, that she cares and loves me. Y/N is a tough girl. I can only imagine what she’s been through. Still, she manages to soften up just for me. 

 We never made it official since she doesn’t approve of the underground shit, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop asking. 

 “So when are you going to say yes to being my girlfriend?” I whisper.

 She tries breaking from my embrace, but I tighten my grip. “Renji…”

 “You feel my dick pressed against you, right? It only makes it harder when you say my name like that, Y/N.”

 “Be real with me… will you keep doing this shit forever?” Her eyes waver as she awaits my answer and I can’t help the guilt from pinging my chest. 

 “If it lessens my chance of being with you, no.”

 She searches my face for hesitance or deceit, however, she finds nothing because I meant what I said. Y/N is the only person that looks at me like I’m a human, and I wouldn’t let my obsession with fighting get in the way of our future together. 

 How she tucks her coil behind her ear and nips down on her lower lip shows me the bit of vulnerability she reserves for me.

 So—I take advantage of it. 

 In less than three seconds my lips were on hers. I take my time relishing those sweet, plump and plush, strawberry flavored lips.

 I can feel the skepticism from Y/N while kissing her, maybe because she’s trying to put on this show that she’s still mad at me. But soon, her rigid body melts into mine and returns the kiss. 

 Our heavy breaths mingle, increasing in speed the more aggressive we lock lips. She begins rolling her hips onto my cock and I let out a grunt, feeling the moisture of her pussy liquefying on me. 

 The slaps I leave on her ass are harsh, causing her to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth. Y/N is so fucking aggressive it drives me nuts. She gives me a high and adrenaline not even a fight could give. 

 “Pull your dick out, Ren,” she orders through muffled moans and our kiss. 

 “Fucking bossing me around to give you cock? Not mad at me anymore?” Y/N ignores my taunt and works her hands between us to untie my sweats. I hiss at the feel of her cool hands engulfing my dick to give it a few pumps.

 She must not know what her touch does to me. She handles my cock like she owns it, and gosh, I fucking love that shit. My fingers gently tangle into her coils to deepen our kiss, but she soon gets up to strip her clothes.

 Fuck… Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy. I’ll never get tired of her thick body, filled with soft dips and curves. I look at her, observe her like she’s an expensive piece of art hung up at a museum because that’s what I see her as. 

 Pretty pussy leaking arousal and I smirk to myself, thinking how she had all that attitude earlier while being wet for me like she didn’t want me inside of her.

 “You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I ask, massaging her tits and looking up at her. “You still have that attitude or are you going to come ride my cock like a good girl?”

 She gently pushes me back against the couch with her lips on mine and straddles my lap. “Depends on if you’re going to be a good boy and take this pussy.”

 “Shit, angel. I will.”

 Y/N hums while reaching around to align my cock with her sex. Two seconds later, she slowly sinks down my length until I’m buried into the hilt. That soft lingering fuck that slips past her pretty lips sounds sexy as hell and has my dick twitching in response.

 I can’t bust now. Not yet. Even if the tightness and heat of her pussy pushes me off the edge of a mountain. Her pussy is so warm, so fucking warm, fat, and wet. Gosh, I don’t ever think I can be without this pussy. 

 I throw my head back and savor this feeling, but Y/N had other plans for me. 

 “Remember to look at me when I’m riding you, Ren,” she coos. “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see how much I love this dick inside my pussy.”

 Fucking Christ. “Tell me how much you love it while bouncing on me.”

 And she does just that. Telling me how big and girthy I am, that she’s sorry for giving me attitude and admits that she just wanted dick. But no. I want her to fuck me like she’s mad. I need that type of energy pumping through my veins after this win tonight. 

 I reassure Y/N and tell her to fuck me harder. Her pace quickens and slaps her ass fervently against my cock. I can’t stop moaning her name. The wet slippery noises coming from her pussy increases in volume and it creates a mess between us. 

 This is where I belong, deep in her pussy and feeling her walls squeeze the hell out of me. I don’t even hold her hips or waist. I relax comfortably with my arms sprawl over the top of her couch, watching how gorgeous she looks while fucking what’s hers. 

 “Oh, fuck, Renji,” she moans, tugging her lips inwards and lolling her head to the side in complete pleasure.

 Those perfect, full tits bounces in my face and I can’t help but stare and become mesmerized. Light marks that resemble tiger stripes decorated the valley of breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and straining underneath my gaze, look desperate for my touch.

 I take it upon myself to pinch them between my fingers and a soft shriek escapes her mouth, further arching her back. 

 Y/N keeps getting wetter by the second, every bounce she makes. And hearing her sticky arousal, I know and see how she’s creaming my cock.  Purposely, I sit myself on the couch, thrusting up in her a bit to feel my head hit her g spot.

 “Ren, help me little,” she begs through a whimper. “Fuck me back.”

 I caress her cheeks with the back of my head. “Yeah? You want me to help you, sweetheart?”

 “Please.”

 God, I love it when she’s needy for me like this. 

 In no time, my hands are at her waist and my thrusts meet with her jumping movements. Y/N isn't loud when it comes to her sounds of pleasure. Vocal, yes. But right now, her moans and whimpers are louder than usual. 

 It’s like she needed my dick inside of pussy just as much as I needed it. 

 I see the desire in her brown hues. I feel the heat radiating off Y/N’s skin while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place to pound upwards into her pussy. 

 This is what I wanted—to fuck my girl after a well deserved win. And she’s going to congratulate me how I want. 

 My lips are at her neck leaving wet kisses and sucking her flesh until purple specks form. “Coming home to this good fucking pussy. Gosh, I love how you feel, angel. Going to fucking mean it now when you say congrats?”

 “Congratulations, baby,” she purrs, slamming harder on my cock. “You did good… so damn good, Ren.”

 I hum, dragging my tongue along her neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

 Y/N continues to gasps out her pleas for me to fuck harder. I comply… I comply in helping my pretty girl come and savor the look when she washes over me. My grips are firm on her waist, betting that’ll leave marks when she wakes up the next poor, and drive my cock deeper into her pussy.

 I’m in pure awe. I feel my own releasing catching up to me the more I watch her take me. This is my woman. My fucking girl. I come home to this every night after every fight to hold her in my arms and fuck her. 

 Her name from my mouth sounds like a broken record when I moan her name. This fat, gushy, slick and tight pussy has this power over me. She won’t stop fucking squeezing me, I can’t prevent my face from growing hot. It’s intense how I feel right now, and it’s all because of Y/N.

 “Good, good fucking pussy. God, you’re so fucking good to me, angel face,” I rasp, pecking her lips. “You’re going to come for me?”

 “Yes, Renji, baby. I’m going to come. Keep giving me that dick. Please don’t stop, please.”

 “Put your fingers in my mouth.” She does quick with my command. I suck on her digits and coat them well with saliva before pushing them out of my mouth. “Now rub your clit, pretty girl. I wanna see you squirt everywhere.”

 Because she’s overwhelmed with arousal, Y/N stops bouncing on my cock and allows me to fuck her while she plays with clit. Her mouth hangs gape, drool slightly coating the side of her mouth and breathing heavily. 

 My balls slap her ass. My head kisses her soft cushion repeatedly. Her velvet walls transfer warmth to my cock and the bubble that rests in the pit of my stomach is on the verge of explosion.

 I’m about to come. Hard.

 But I need her to come first.

 “Fucking come for me, Y/N. Keep playing with that pretty pussy and moan my name,” I grit out, pushing past all my thrusts. 

 “Right there, Renji. Keep fucking me right there… I’m–oh, fuck–I’m coming.”

 She’s so pretty when she comes. Dark brown porcelain complexion, slick with sweat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock. Moaning, whimpering my name back to back. 

She’s breathless. Flawless. I have this image of her painted perfectly in my mind. Watching Y/N come, makes me come, so I make quick work to pull her off my lap. And she knows exactly what I want–to fuck my release down her throat.

 Her mouth is as warm as her pussy, and I let out hitched breaths and harsh grunts when she swallows me whole. I’m relentless when forcing her head down on my cock as I facefuck her. The gurgling noises she makes are obscene. Pornogrpahic, even. 

 And what caused my come to shoot through her mouth is seeing that she’s still massaging her clit, eventually squirting all over her wooden floors. 

 My hips stutter and I throw my head back to moan into the air. “Fuck, Y/N! That’s my fucking girl. Look at you making a mess while choking on my cock and swallowing my come.”

 Y/N takes it upon herself to wrap her lips tighter around my cock and massage my balls, ensuring every single last of my nut has released in her mouth. I take it for a while, but I soon become sensitive, practically feeling my skin being sucked off.

 “Easy now, angel,” I say through an airy chuckle. I pull my cock out and her mouth echoes a pop sound. 

 She whines a little because I’m no longer in her mouth and it causes me to smirk because it wasn’t too long ago where she acted like she hated me. 

 My hand grasps her chin and guides it upwards to meet with my eyes. “You swallowed for me, Y/N? Open up.” She nods, sticking her tongue out. “Perfect.”

 “You’re going to fuck me again?” She asks, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.”

 Gosh, this woman will be the death of me.

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[amoebagrl]

“i wanna be the one you think about at night”

college au!abby anderson x hyper fem!reader

abby keeps seeing this cute girl all over campus, and when she goes to the first lecture in her new class she finally gets to talk to you!! ♡

warnings: none except for abby being whipped for 30 minutes straight

wc: 735

part one of two

an: my first fic on a new blog!! how exciting ♡ so sorry this is so bad, i’m a little nervous to write 😭 also this is alittle loser!abby oops! song is flaming hot cheetos by clairo!!

not proofread!

(basketball!abby created by the lovely @elsweetheart)

grunting, as she sets down her heavy backpack, she sees you standing in the doorway

you’re the mystery girl. her mystery girl.

you’re just walking into the class, anxiously searching for a familiar face when you lock eyes with her. you’d seen abby anderson before, i mean, she’s the captain of your university’s basketball team.

you quickly scanned the room, looking for anyone else you knew, but ultimately decided on taking a seat next to her.

“hi!” you quickly smile and wave, setting down your pink tote bag at the seat right next to hers.

“oh, um hey” she says, freaking out internally “you’re y/n right? i’m abby” she asks, smiling. “yeah, i am” you laugh “you play basketball here, right?” you question

“yeah- um i do. i’m the captain actually” she clears her throat. what. the hell. she knows me?!?? stay calm abby.

“cool! i’ve always wanted to see you guys play but just haven’t really gotten a chance” you admit, sheepishly, toying with the trim of your baby pink sweater

“i mean, we have a game tomorrow night… that’s if you want to come, of course” “really? i’d love to come!” you chirp

“if you’d want to go earlier i could- i could pick you up, like when i’m on my way… like you could watch us warm up and everything. it sounds boring so if you wouldn’t wanna-“ “yes! omg of course that sounds fun!” she freezes for a second, almost shocked at the fact that you’d even want to see her play

“really?” “yeah” you grin. she’s kind of cute you think to yourself

she stands there for a second, and then fumbles for her phone “can i have your number? so i could text you all the times and… stuff” “sure!” you pull out your phone, which has a baby blue case with little bunnies on it, “here” you take her phone, typing in your number and adding your name, with a little ‘♡’ after it

she hands you your phone back, with her contact now saved “so i’ll text you tomorrow, yeah?” “yeah!” you blush, and turn to take out your laptop

that whole afternoon, she stares at your contact in her phone, drafting about 101 texts she doesn’t dare send.

unbeknownst to her, you’re doing the exact same thing.

the next day your phone ‘dings’

abby: hey, is 4:30 alright? i have to get there earlier and stuff

you: yeah that’s perfect! :) this is my dorm btw

*1 attachment*

abby: i’ll see u then

you: see u!! ♡

a heart???? does that mean anything?? she thinks, mind racing.

you panic, checking the time. “ITS ALREADY NOON?? I NEED MORE TIME TO GET READY” you squeal, alerting your roommate, dina, who was in the middle of doing some homework

“oooo getting ready for who??” “you’ll never guess. not in a million years?” “who?!” ellie, dina’s girlfriend, asks sitting up from dina’s bed “um how long have you been here?” you ask the auburn haired girl, startled. “ummm too long. anyways who is it??” “abby anderson.” you say, quietly, almost in a whisper.

“abby… anderson?” she asks, brows furrowed. “yes… sorry els i know you hate her or whatever” you wince “hate is an understatement. did you know what she said to me in freshman gym??” “ellie, please” dina warns, clearly having heard this story plenty of times

“yeah fine” she shrugs, pulling the duvet back over her head.

“okay so where is she taking you??” dina asks, turning to face you. “well… to her game tonight. it’s not a date or anything!” you say, ignoring the brunettes eye roll “that’s very boring. anyways you should wear that new jean skirt you got last week” “i was thinking of wearing that! with what top though? the pink one? “that’s really flowy?” “yeah!” “and then the white sweater over it!”

“dina. you are literally my fairy godmother” she shrugs off your compliment, “i’m just that good” she brags.

you nervously sit on the edge of your bed in the shared dorm, as ellie and dina already made their way to some party

two sharp knocks on your door echo through the room and you quickly sit up and make your way over to the door, adjusting your purse on your shoulder and you turn the knob.

the door swings open, revealing the muscular blonde in front of you.

“wow.” she breaths out

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[missakward123]

Can I get a kiss? (And can you make it last forever?)

Gojo Satoru x reader, kento nanami x reader, Sukuna x reader

Jjk men reacting to you asking for a kiss when they are inside you/ or eating you out.

Warnings: P in V, no protection (wrap it before you tap it guys), Oral (f recieving), edging, overstim, spitting, degradation kink

A/N: I was bored. Hope you liked it! I literally was just listening to the song when i got inspo!! this has been sitting in my drafts like foreverrrr. (Stealing and modification of work is prohibited.)

Gojo Satoru:

To be honest with his clingy ass the better question is when he does not want kisses? But the need is even more when he puts his inches inside you watching as you struggle to take him-his sweet girl. But it's you who asks first (for once) because you need him in a way if you don't you will die, sort of.

"Mmmm h-harder toru' " You moan as you finally adjust to his size.

"Harder? didn't you tell me to go easy this time?" He snickers as he starts thrusting- white hair messy with sweat resting on his forehead and blue eyes focused on you.

You moan in response, c'mon with a dick that big you let him have the last word sometimes.

"F-fvk that your best?" You say biting your lip. Over the years you have known Satoru riling him up is the best way to get what you wanted but in this case? - god you really love digging your own grave don't you?

Satoru narrows his eyes and puts your one leg over his shoulder.

Uh-oh.

There is nothing but the sound of skin slapping against one another, your pussy squelching so obscenely around him.

"Ya hear that doll?" He says whispering in your ear.

"So wet for me huh? it's almost like you wanna milk the life out of me." He says voice low and hoarse, god really has favourites.

As he pounds so filthily, obscenely and shamelessly into you, you can't help but stare at him- the strongest proving himself to you.

"Nggh w-want a kiss toru" You say, more moaning than speaking.

And what his girl wants, she gets.

He bends down to steal your lips in a feverish kiss.

So sweetly, so euphoric, so lovingly.... almost as if he wasn't rearranging your guts.

All you can hope is things last like this forever him being yours and you being his.

As he stares into your eyes and feels his dick harden again and falls in love again with you he promises himself to go with an actual date with you after the shibuya mission.

Kento Nanami:

Oh, he is the kind of guy who is the definition of focused. Before he met you, he was focused on his career (still is- gotta have money to spoil his girl, right?) and making sure he was not a problem to the Neighbours.......

Now, the Neighbours were SICK of you both and Nanami's favourite activity he did after coming home after a longgggg day of tiring work and his sweet wife all dolled up waiting for him.

"K-ken the neighbours are gonna c-complain-" You stutter trying to speak a proper sentence which Nanami makes hard to especially when his head is trapped between your plush thighs and arms holding your hip -he doesn't want you squirming or does he? especially the way he is eating you out? he isn't stopping till you cry (if you are lucky).

"Let them." He says, focused on you, his meal. You look at him- so -so pretty, you think.

"You think I am pretty?" He chuckles, oops did you say that out loud?

Now anyone would blush at the sight- you so shamelessly sprawled for him on the dining table (the very dining table you both entertain guests as they fawn over how lovely and suitable you are for each other), skirt hitched around your hips, mascara smudged- wait, weren't yall supposed to go on a date? -and Nanami still in his suit tie a bit loosened from his hobby he was indulging in at the moment.

You are lost in pleasure, your mind too dumb to think straight.

You grab at his strands as his tongue flicks out to tease your already swollen nub.

"C-can I come? Please please please please-" you say like a mantra feeling your orgasm dawn for the 4th- or was it 5th?

"Hmmm?" He says as if considering it- so mean.

"No let's try something else hmm?" He says smirking- on his knees like he won't do this again- but he will, and you would let him.

"C-can I get a kiss?" You say panting, eyes wide open staring at the love of your life.

"Of course, sweetheart." Nanami says smiling the facade he puts up when doing this cracking up a bit, as he catches your lips in a kiss- you could marry him again.

A bit.

He smacks your ass. "Now, darling you decide- do I let you come while you are on call with the guy who flirted with you earlier or........ I don't let you come at all?"

Uh oh.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Now, Sukuna is a menace, suprise suprise! A bit bratty and forget getting to come this curse man is not resting till you are going limp in his arms.

"Ah! I am s-so-sorry" You stutter trying to get words out of your mouth.

"S-so-sorry" He repeats in a mocking tone- so rude- and he enters into you- again- "What, brat? Can't get the words out?" He says in a concerned tone.

Oh, he is FAR from concerned if anything it's as if he is well intent on breaking you.

"P-please don't tease-" You try to say. Heavy implication on 'try' because as you open your mouths and barely get the words out, he is spitting on your clit drawing harsh circles on your bud.

He laughs as he watches you gasp and moan at his actions. "Knew you were nothing but a slvt- just hungry for some cvck huh? that's why you were being so rude earlier?" He whispers in your ear- words slowing down as his actions speed up- as he increases his thrusts so unforgivingly.

"K-kuna?" You say to him voice whiny and so high pitch- he would probably laugh it he wasn't as pent as you and with the way you were clenching around him....

"W-want a kiss" You ask- no demand lips puckering up and Sukuna chuckles before capturing your lips in a feverish kiss.

And he watches as you smile and moan into his mouth too smitten with you.

It was you after all.

Your breath hitches and fingers dig into his back- a tell-tale sign you were going to come which- "Come for me hmm?" He whispers voice all low and seductive.

And you do.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I am NOT very good at writing it for several characters at once.......but I tried my best- please provide feedback!

I was gonna write for others too but y'know it wasnt coming off nicely these are the only ones which vibed :P

[jjungkookislife]

"Oh, Mr. Kim"

pairing: ceo!jungkook x secretary!reader

genre: ceo au, established relationship, fluff and implied smut [18+]

summary: Jungkook is tired of hiding his relationship.

wc: 3.6k

warnings: self-deprecating thoughts, alcohol use/mention, mention of anxiety, elopement, implied smut, i've had this sitting in my drafts for years, oops!

date: November 12, 2023

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” you squeal, clutching Jungkook’s hand tightly in yours as you go up the steps in your heels.

“You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” Jungkook asks nervously when you reach the roof of one of his hotels. The garden on the rooftop is fantastic, and the gazebo in the center has a perfect view of the skyline. Inside awaits the officiant waiting to marry you.

“Of course not! I’m beyond excited!” You assure him, kissing his lips before you lead him toward the gazebo. Jungkook has a goofy smile on his lips, his cheeks dusted pink. He doesn’t think he’s ever loved someone as much as he loves you, and for you to become his wife in a few brief minutes thrills him.

It had been a whirlwind of a proposal. The two of you were too in love and too eager to wait months to plan an extravagant wedding, so you chose to elope—just the two of you and your officiant. You held your marriage license in your hand, greeting the officiant and handing it over to him.

Your smile was radiant, almost blinding, as you looked at Jungkook. You held his hands in yours, his thumb stroking your soft skin. His heart raced in his chest, and his blood pounded in his ears, but he was ecstatic. He’d been dreaming of this day for years, and although an elopement wasn’t precisely what he had in mind, he wouldn’t change it for the world. There would always be time for parties later on. He just wanted you to be his wife.

He sat in bed and watched you sleep when he awoke this morning. His hand caressed your back, tracing the curve of your waist. So beautiful, so delicate, and all his. He spent a moment just admiring you, thinking of all the mishaps and arguments that eventually led you here. Of course, he’d been a strict boss, but he found you attractive from the moment he laid eyes on you, and all he could do to keep from drooling over you was to keep you at arm’s length. But that could only do so much. 

You were resilient, confident, and not afraid to put him in his place if he crossed the line. He liked that you treated him like he deserved, despite being your boss. Few people were willing to step on his toes and put him in his place when he was an asshole. It made it easy to sort through people pleasers and people who were only after his money, fame, or company. But not you. You always knew how to rein him in when he was too much of a dick. It was a front he had to put up at work, something he didn’t quite care to do so much, but with you, he could tear down that persona and let you see who he really was.

Most people would be terrified they’d lose their job, and few lasted as his secretary. He usually had a queue at a staffing company ready to send in the next after the first one quit. He didn’t blame them; he was hard to put up with, expected perfection 100% of the time and would settle for nothing less. His being an ass was only icing on the cake for them to quit. Until you arrived, fresh-faced and eager to please… until he was a dick to you and you decided you didn’t care if you got fired or not. It was then that Jungkook got to see the fiery side of you, the one with the quick tongue and witty remarks. He found you interesting, and you did your job exceptionally well.

It wasn’t hard for him to get a crush on you almost immediately. He usually found himself staring at you from his office, unable to get much work done. He couldn’t help it. He often wondered what you liked, what you did outside of work, and what childhood stories you were too embarrassed to tell but would share just to get a laugh. He thought about you more often than not, which led to him avoiding you whenever he could. He’d never worked from home for so long until he was forced to come back into the office and see you sitting prettily at your desk. You’d asked if he was okay, even brought him homemade soup, and listened to him talk like a friend. He was in deep.

Lucky for him, you were falling for him as well. You tried to deny it at first, of course. You wanted to write it off as admiration for him being so successful, but it wasn’t long before your heart fluttered in your chest at the mere sight of him.

That wasn’t normal.

And your co-worker and nosy friend in marketing, Jung Hoseok, let you know. He’d often come to your floor to drop off reports or under the guise of needing to relay a message to you so that he could tease you about your crush. He was very observant, quickly picking up on the way you and Jungkook acted around each other. On days you wore an outfit he liked, he’d come in whistling a cheerful tune. You tried to deny it but put the theory to the test one day, and it irritated you to inform Hoseok he’d been correct after a few more testing dates.

Jungkook was your boss, the CEO, and you were just his secretary. His past love life had included models, idols, fashion designers, and movie stars. He wouldn’t date his secretary. So you put on a bright wide grin and stifled your feelings for him… except they only got worse as you got to know him.

He wasn’t this domineering giant you thought of him to be. He was lovely, soft, and had a boyish charm that made him fun to be around. That side of him was solely for you. He confessed one night while you were working late in his office.

It had been a long, spine-breaking day. The two of you were stuck in his office long after everyone had gone home. That included the cleaning staff. The only other people in the building were security; they only came to your floor once an hour. Jungkook’s bodyguards lingered around the floor, alert but not crowding his office. So it was just the two of you sitting across from each other on his couch, the desk long forgotten when you’d both grown uncomfortable sitting on stiff chairs. He’d have you order new ones in the morning.

Can your heart skyrocket out of your chest? It sure felt like it would when your fingers brushed upon reaching for the same report. You both froze, your eyes meeting his painfully slow.

Was his heart thundering in his chest like yours was? Had he felt that too? Or was this all in your head, and you were projecting?

“Y/n,” he said your name so softly, you wondered if you imagined it. He had never called you by your first name, always your last name, always professional.

You looked at him in bewilderment; had you heard him correctly?

“Yes?” you responded, mind still whirring with thoughts, your fingers still touching. You were both too stunned to make a move.

Jungkook seemed to hesitate, biting his tongue to keep himself professional, but he couldn’t be the only one feeling this. He couldn’t be. Not with how you were gazing at him, eyes glittering with hope.

“Do you feel it too?” he whispers, his fingers lacing with yours gently, not wanting to startle you or make the situation worse if you didn’t.

You swallowed thickly. Surely you were dreaming? You’d fallen asleep at your desk from exhaustion, and now you were in a very lucid dream with your boss.

Jungkook waits patiently for your answer, his palm pressing against yours.

“I feel it,” you finally answer, soothing his worries as a tiny smile pulls at his lips. He holds your hand for a moment, relishing in its softness and the relief that floods through him.

“I don’t-” Jungkook clears his throat, hoping to gather his wits. “I rarely do this. I don’t understand what is happening. All I do know is that I am infatuated with you. I want to know more about you, who you are, and what you like. Would you like to come to my place for dinner?”

Dream or not, you would not let this opportunity pass you by. You eagerly nodded, rising from your seat when he did. He smiled at you, his cheeks tinted pink as he hastily gathered his belongings and led you out of his office. He held the door for you, allowing you to pass by him and catch a whiff of your perfume. It was sweet but not overbearing, perfect for you.

Jungkook couldn’t help but stare as you walked, the sway of your hips so alluring. You looked at him over your shoulder and winked, making his face turn red as he loosened his tie before catching up to you.

You were thoroughly surprised that by dinner, Jungkook meant he’d cook for you. He must have been exhausted from such a long day—you know you were—so watching him cook for the both of you was such a sweet gesture. You offered to help, but he handed you a glass of wine and told you to make yourself comfortable. You did so, leaning against the counter as you watched him prepare your meal. 

Talking to Jungkook was easy. He made you feel comfortable, and that’s perhaps why the two of you sat on his couch talking long after dinner and after the wine. Never in a million years would you have imagined yourself sitting in his home, gazing into his eyes dreamily until his hand caressed your cheek, drawing you in for a kiss.

A kiss.

One kiss.

That’s all it took for Jungkook to know you were the one.

It had been a little over forty-eight hours since his proposal, and when you woke this morning, you didn’t think you’d be becoming Mrs. Jeon. And yet, here you were with the love of your life. You gazed lovingly into Jungkook’s eyes, smiling as you clasped his hands in yours. 

Jungkook had been excited, maybe even a tad nervous, when you peered open one eye and then the other, moaning at his soft touch on your back.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he’d said with a grin. 

“Morning, handsome.” you giggled when he looked away, his ears burning red. You knew he was smiling, even if he had hidden his face beneath his palms.

“When do you want to get married?” he asked off-handedly, his hand moving lower to caress your thigh instead.

“I’d marry you today if I could,” you answered honestly, your hand lacing with his as you sat up to meet his gaze.

He seemed surprised, his cute lips in the shape of an ‘o’. His long hair fell over his eyes, and you brushed it out of the way before cupping his face. Your thumb caressed his cheek, rubbing gentle circles on it as you smiled warmly. The stars in his eyes seemed to shine brighter as he waited for you to continue.

“I’d marry you right now, Jungkook. I love you and want to be with you always and forever.” Jungkook grew bashful, scooting closer to you before nuzzling his face into your neck. His arms wrapped around you, holding you in a warm embrace. You ran your fingers through his inky hair, planting kisses on the top as he held you.

“Let’s do it,” he mumbles against your neck, his lips planting kisses on the flesh.

“Hmm? Do what?” you asked as he moved away just enough to look you in the eyes.

“Let’s get married today,” he says. He’s smiling, but his eyes betray him by displaying the anxiety he holds in them. His heart was on his sleeve, and your rejection would sting, but he’d respect it. 

You raise a brow at him, searching for any uncertainty in his face, his eyes, but you find none. All you see is the man you’re hopelessly in love with.

“Okay, let’s do it!” you agree, excitement bubbling inside you and spilling out through laughter.

Jungkook’s pretty eyes widened. “You said yes?! Yes?!”

You nod frantically, grunting when he pushes you onto your back to cover your face in kisses, his hands gripping your hips.

“You said yes! You’ll marry me today?” Jungkook asks again to confirm.

You giggle. “Yes, baby. I’ll marry you today.”

Jungkook sprang out of bed, returning to kiss you before he dashed to the bathroom to shower and make phone calls. You sat up in bed, your eyes on your engagement ring. You were going to be his bride.

“Are we ready?” The officiant asks, looking at you and then at Jungkook. You both nod, “Yes.”

“Perfect,” the officiant starts.

Jungkook tries his best to pay attention, but how can he when you’re looking at him so lovingly? Squeezing his hand in reassurance that this is real. You’re going to be his wife in just a few minutes, and he couldn’t be any more over the moon. You giggle softly, a melodic sound he wants to hear for the rest of his life. A coy smile tugs at your lips, making him grin widely as the officiant turns to him.

“Hmm?” Jungkook is puzzled; did he miss something?

The officiant smiles, “Do you, Jungkook, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, live in matrimony, love her, comfort her…?”

Jungkook knows he should pay attention the second time around, but his heart leaps into his throat. How wonderful this feeling is! Holding you as you become husband and wife.

“I do,” Jungkook answers with a blush.

The officiant is glad that he’s answered this time as he turns to you and repeats the same, but you blurt out “I do” before he’s finished his sentence.

Jungkook bursts out laughing, making you stick your tongue out at him before the officiant repeats himself, eyeing you cautiously to ensure he says his bit before you answer.

“I do.”

“Now we’re getting it!” The officiant jokes. “I talk, you talk. I talk, you talk.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as Jungkook pulls you closer. You exchange rings, repeating after the officiant as you place his ring on his finger and he places your ring on yours.

You're pronounced husband and wife with a few words and well wishes from the officiant. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, dipping you before pressing a kiss to your lips that has your toes curling. You grip his shoulders tightly, giggling into the kiss as he helps you stand. The officiant grins, taking pictures of both of you before handing you the signed marriage license.

Jungkook thanks him, taking you by the hand before you rush down the gazebo steps and head into the elevator.

“We’re married!” he shouts happily, pulling you to his side to press a kiss to your temple.

“We’re married!” you cheer, kissing his cheek.

“Let’s get this baby to the courthouse and get our certificate,” he states eagerly. You agree quickly, your lips capturing his for a moment. You were married to Jungkook. You were his wife. He’s your husband. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.

“Okay, I probably should have checked the calendar before rushing us off to the courthouse.” Jungkook cards a hand through his hair. You smile wholeheartedly when you see the ring on his finger.

“It’s fine, baby. We can celebrate tomorrow. I can rearrange your schedule, and we can go on a honeymoon if you want. I don’t care, either way, I promise,” you assure him honestly, knowing it’s difficult for him to put his work on pause even if he’d just gotten married.

“I want to take you on a honeymoon. I want to have everything with you, love. You’re my wife, and I-what?”

You look at Jungkook with his head quirked cutely to the side, confused.

“I’m your wife.” you state simply with a smile.

Jungkook chuckles, wrapping his arms around you tightly to pull you into his chest. His lips press a kiss to your cheek. “It sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?”

You place your hands on top of his, your finger running over his ring, “It does.”

Jungkook plants featherlight kisses on your neck, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt you’ve put on after consummating your marriage shortly after your trip to the courthouse.

“We’ve got time for another round before we need to get ready for the gala,” Jungkook informs you, kissing your shoulder as his hands grip your thighs.

“Say no more, my dear husband.” That’s all it takes for Jungkook to have you on the bed again, moaning and writhing as he holds your hands in his. 

“We’re late,” you hiss to your husband as you plaster on a smile. The dress he’s chosen for you hugs your body, accentuating your curves while exposing your skin with its backless design. You wonder if it will expose your butt when you sit, but you have to agree with Jungkook. You look phenomenal! 

“I know, but you just looked so good, I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers huskily into your ear, nipping at your lobe as he wraps his arm low around your waist.

It had been a commotion when you arrived, just like always. You stopped for pictures, shook some hands, and were led hastily by your husband inside due to your delay.

“They’re going to be judging my gown in a few minutes,” you mutter as you follow him through the crowd, smiling pleasantly as you go.

“I know, but you look gorgeous. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Jungkook stops in his tracks, his hands cupping your face as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Mr. Jeon! It’s nice to see you!” Jungkook groans at the sound of his name. He sends you an apologetic look before plastering a fake smile and walking over to the business partner that’s called him.

Left to your own devices, you scout the area in search of the open bar, spotting it across the room. Unfortunately, before you can take even one step in its direction, a voice has you rooted to your spot. Because of course he would be here tonight. Now, normally, you’d entertain yourself with him, if nothing, just to kill some time, but it was your wedding night, and you were already spending most of it with people you didn’t care to schmooze.

“Breaking dress code at a gala? Bold even for you, Ms. Y/L/N,” Kim Namjoon states with a shake of his head.

You roll your eyes. Was Namjoon really going to try this shit here?

“You seem to have brought your handy dandy notebook with you, Mr. Kim. You’d rather hold that than the hand of your date? Or did you come alone after dress coding them?” you retort with a saccharine smile that could fool anyone around you. Anyone but him, that is.

Jungkook looks over at you after a few minutes, his gaze darkening when he spots Namjoon approaching you. He notices the annoyed look on your face, so he politely excuses himself before walking over to you. His large palm presses to the skin of your back, and you immediately recognize his touch. You step back to get closer to your husband, biting back a smile.

Jungkook is smug, smiling as he speaks to his head of HR. “Oh, Mr. Kim, lovely to see you here. Are you writing up my wife again?”

Oh, the look on Namjoon’s face is priceless. You’ll have to thank Jungkook later in the bedroom. Nothing could beat witnessing the pure panic and shock on Kim Namjoon’s face! He can stuff his little notebook where the sun doesn’t shine!

Namjoon’s eyes widen in shock, stammering as his face burns red. 

“Your w-wife?” 

“Yes! We eloped this morning. We couldn’t continue to hide our relationship any longer. Seeing her at work every day is hard, knowing I can’t kiss or hold her when I please.”

“Oh.”

“Doesn’t she look beautiful tonight, Mr. Kim? Just as beautiful in a gown as in all the outfits I pick for her to wear at work. Such a radiant beauty, don’t you think so, Mr. Kim?” Jungkook challenges the head of HR with a raised brow. 

Namjoon wonders if he wills it hard enough the ground will open up and swallow him whole.  

“Stunning, sir.” Namjoon fakes a smile and excuses himself. He’d better look for another job. ASAP. 

“Jungkook!” You exclaim, covering your mouth as you giggle softly, hiding your face in his chest. 

Jungkook’s eyes glitter with amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What did I do?”

“Oh, you’re awful,” you chuckle, shaking your head and taking his hand to make the rounds before he’s called away to make a toast. His shit-eating grin never leaves his face.

Jungkook steps up to the stage, standing at the podium with a smile. He blows you a kiss that has you flustered as he introduces you. You watch him from your seat, grinning as his eyes find you in the crowd. 

“I’d like to thank you all for coming tonight, but most of all, I want to thank my gorgeous wife. As of this morning, she is Mrs. Jeon, and I couldn’t be happier. I love you!” He exclaims. The crowd gasps before a loud round of applause fills the room. 

Jungkook brings your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on it before he’s waving at the crowd, encouraging them to enjoy their night. He leads you off the stage, kissing your cheek at the bottom of the steps. Guests quickly approached you, wishing you well and congratulating you both as Jungkook smiled and thanked them. He’s eager to get through the crowds, wanting nothing more than to have you all to himself.

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💗 cute date ideas and who would take you there

a/n: clearing out my drafts as i‘m working on a few longer fics… i think this one has been sitting there for almost a year oops ∑(ΦдΦlll

hitting the beach and building sand castles together ❀ Ace, Roger, Kaido (tries building Onigashima 2.0 but ends up to drunk to finish the job), Smoker (looks incredibly grumpy but is actually relaxed for once), Rosinante (yup… rip that poor sandcastle because he will probably sit on it by accident), Shanks, Page One, Buggy

library date and cuddling up on the couch afterwards, reading each other from the books you borrowed ❀ Robin, Rayleigh, Law, Jinbe, Whitebeard, Izou, Benn

taking a cooking class together only to get banned from it for being a menace to the class ❀ Kid (just a walking menace wherever he goes), Thatch (interrupts the teacher with „well, actually…“ every 5 seconds), Yamato („so you‘re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?“), Garp (shows up 20 minutes late in a funky shirt and eats half of the ingredients raw)

playing Sims together for hours on their PC as you forget time and place and end up making out with the Sims soundtrack playing in the background ❀ Ace, Yamato, Kid, Bartolomeo, Franky

volunteering in an animal shelter together and accidentally ending up adopting twelve cats, three dogs, two guinea pigs and a sheep ❀ Mihawk (got a whole castle for them and his baboons will be happy about new company), Iceburg, Sasaki, Penguin, Usopp, X Drake, Katakuri (he seems like someone who sees a kitten and has to take it home with him)

going to the museum together and seducing you with their immense knowledge on the most niche things or the history of stolen artefacts by colonizers in museums  ❀ Robin, Izou, Law (ask him about his coin collection), Denjiro, Shakky, King, Marco, X Drake, Gaban

going on a picnic in the woods together and getting lost in there for three days straight, accidentally turning it into some kind of survival training ❀ Zoro

going on a picnic in the woods together without getting lost but ending up with a rash from accidentally making out in a bed of stinging nettle ❀ Killer, Rayleigh, Shanks, Oden, Thatch, Yamato, Shachi, Kin‘emon, Whitebeard

going berry picking together and making home-cooked jam of it afterwards ❀ Sanji, Mihawk, Thatch, Killer, Usopp, Rayleigh, Katakuri

going thrift shopping together and picking cute outfits for each other ❀ Nami, Perona, Black Maria, Bartolomeo, Marco (convince him on another shade of purple for his shirt), Franky, Ulti, Buggy

watching the fall of the world government together  ❀ Luffy, Sabo (calls a burning government building „romantic“ and „candlelight atmosphere“)

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Quick and dirty review time!

My boot problem has been solved thanks to the wonders of Facebook groups. I found a seller with not one, but TWO pairs of Ariat boots in my size, BRAND NEW that they were selling for half of retail. So, I grabbed them both. I've only had them for a week, so here is my quick first impressions, because despite them being the exact same size, they fit very differently.

The first pair are the Ariat Kinsley dress boots. These are very much a typical "sock leather" type boot. I broke the zipper pull on one of the boots the first time I went to try them on, oops, but $30 later it has a new, much heavier duty zipper pull on it.

They are a little baggy around the back of my calf, but this is a problem I tend to have with a lot of boots. I don't so much need an XW calf in most boots for my calf itself, I need it for the area directly behind my knees. Because they are a thinner leather, they will likely be my showing, clinicing, and lessoning boots. The second pair are the Ariat V Sport boots. I have wanted a pair of these for a few years but could never seem to get my act together on buying them. I LOVE these. They fit my leg like a glove. None of the baggy behind the calf issue. If it weren't for the textured leather on the outer shaft, I might even show in them. They also have a thick, but soft leather on the inside panel that makes me hope that they will hold up to a lot of hours schooling in the saddle.

My only complaint with these is the footbed is very narrow. I am hoping that will break-in and loosen up with time and use, but the Kinsley boots had a much wider footbed right out of the box that was much more comfortable.

During the Black Friday sales I picked up the Collegiate ComfiTech Vogue bridle. A tack shop I stumbled across had it on clearance, and then let me stack their 20% off code on top of the clearance price. I have been low-key-no-key looking for a non-crank bridle for Sydney, so I decided to give this one a try.

For the price point I am pleasantly surprised with the leather quality. It's very supple out of the box, and with some leather conditioner I think it could be quite lovely. Unfortunately, I ran into a few issues with this bridle for Sydney specifically. First off, the buckle for the flash wanted to lay directly on her lips. You can see it does the same thing on the model horse as well.

This is really poor design, and I did not notice this when I was buying the bridle, or I would have passed on it entirely. The flash is fixed, so I can't slide the buckle into a better position. The other issue is that these bridles seem to run absolutely massive. I was basically on the last hole with the noseband, and I still couldn't get it to sit quite right on her face. She does have a very short face for a draft cross though. So, this was a fail for me, but hopefully somebody else will be able to use it.

Finally, I have to talk about my new favorite brand of gloves, Kunkle. I was first introduced to them 2-ish years ago when I showed up at a show without my gloves. At that time they were only offering black, mesh backed gloves, but those gloves almost immediately became my new favorite gloves. At the end of the show I went back to the tack trailer and bought another pair for schooling. During my last trip to the tack shop I discovered that they have vastly expanded their offering to include non-mesh gloves and winter gloves, of which I picked up a pair of each. Their gloves run $40 - $50, and honestly have a lot of the same good feel and quality of Roeckl, which I believe start at $60 and go on up from there. I own a LOT of pairs of Roeckl gloves, and most of them are on their last legs, so I am slowly going to be replacing them with these Kunkle gloves instead.

[hol-whore]

jolyne x hermes x reader || movie nights (+18)

A chill date night with your girlfriends goes awry when the three of you get bored.... and someone can't keep their hands to themselves.

notes: another fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a year !and a half or so, lol! link goes to ao3, as always. reader uses they/them and has a vagina!

Movie nights with your girlfriends really never went as planned. Tonight was one such night --- the “gritty action film” you’d picked up had horrible pacing and felt near impossible to watch. Jolyne didn't mind it (she found it to be “engaging, but in a ‘I-Can’t-Look-Away’ type of way”); you and Hermes, on the other hand, couldn't stand to have it going any longer.

In the end, you’d ended up turning on cooking shows and those jewelry shopping channels. Plenty engaging for those as opinionated as the three of you, with room for any commentary.

Although, frankly, you were all too caught up in enjoying each other’s company by that point. You and Jolyne had eventually curled up against Hermes very closely -- not that she had a problem with it. She’d rub your arm and kiss your head every now and then, and you know she was doing the same for Jolyne. Every once in a while you’d hear one of them laugh, or catch Jolyne muttering something in a low voice, but you were entirely too tired to focus on it.

Just as your eyes start to shut, the promise of sleep starting to envelop you, Hermes grips your shoulder and grunts. Your eyes flutter back open and this time, Hermes shifts under you, biting her lip rather harshly. She almost seemed to be in pain, and instinctively, you bring your hand to her chest to give her collarbone a gentle rub.

“Hey,” you start, concerned, but before you can ask what’s wrong, Jolyne sits up on the other side of Hermes, a shit-eating grin spread wide across her face. One of Jolyne’s hands is thread into her braids, right at the base of her skull; the other is tucked far under the blankets, tensing once in a while, and suddenly everything makes sense.You’d been too caught up in the atmosphere of the night to realize what’d been happening. Hermes rolls her head back and growls, while Jolyne only shakes her head and gives you a sympathetic look.

“Oops. Thought you were sleepin’. Sorry, baby,” she mutters, leaning over Hermes to give you a proper kiss then continues after breaking away, “But a certain someone was being kind of a tease and--”

“A tease, Jolyne, that’s fuckin’ hilarious,” Hermes scoffs through gritted teeth, releasing you from the embrace her arm had locked you in and biting her thumbnail to quiet herself for a moment. “You were the one whispering nasty shit in my ear,” another gasp and a pause to compose herself, “all I did was tug your underwear a couple times.”

“Like I said. A tease.” Jolyne smirks, then presses a kiss to Hermes’ frustrated scowl. Hermes a-little-too-eagerly welcomes it, quickly clasping her hand to the side of Jolyne’s face and keeping her close by knotting her hand in her undone hair. Jolyne moans into the kiss, and you swear you hear Hermes as well --- her noises were rare treats, not to be taken for granted.

You feel yourself drip a little as you sit up to lean on the pillows against the wall, unsure what to do other than bite your lip and watch. You didn't want to interrupt, after all. Not to mention, watching your girlfriends go to town on each other was… really hot. You preferred to be in on the action, but this was doing something for you today.

You loved watching Hermes shudder at every touch, and the rise and fall of her bare chest as she so desperately tried to suppress her moans and grunts. Jolyne always looked hot on top, and there was a tenderness to how her hand was nested in Hermes’ braids. Your thighs squeeze together hopelessly, and you give in to grinding against your hand somewhat to find some semblance of relief.

Jolyne, now working her fingers in and out of Hermes’ pussy --- judging solely by the motion of her hand --- pulls out of the kiss and sighs, caressing her partner’s face. She turns to you and pouts sarcastically, fake innocence filling her lusty gaze. “Aww, poor thing doesn't know what to do with themself. Like what ya see, baby?”

You do, in fact, ‘like what ya see’, but when you go to speak you find your mouth entirely too dry to do so.

She flashes you a grin and bites her lip, her hand now working faster, and under her Hermes groans and rocks her hips up. Jolyne kisses her forehead in response, muttering something encouraging and filthy under her breath. You feel your face heat up at the spectacle, and realize grinding on your hand isn't cutting it.

The fabric of your underwear resists slightly as you pull it back to slip your hand under, positively drenched in your slick. A jolt of electricity rushes through you as you brush against your clit on the way down. The gasp that escapes you is much louder than you anticipate, and Jolyne suddenly turns her head towards you, that same damn grin painting her all kinds of beautiful. She looked twice as hot and bothered seeing you trying to help yourself, and she bites her lip as you moan again and rub small circles into your clit.

Was it exaggerated somewhat because you knew it would get her going even more? Yes. Did you feel bad about it? No.

“H-Hah, God, you’re so fucking cute. Here,” Jolyne pauses to kiss Hermes’ head again and slows her pace considerably. Hermes whines and furrows her brow, now letting her hand fall to the bed to grip the sheets. “Jolyne, we are not fucking pulling this edging shit today, please.” she grumbles, eyes narrowing and head raising some.

But of course, Jolyne was already pulling out, presumably swiping her clit before bringing her soaked hands to her mouth and sucking as she sits up completely. She looked entirely too smug, and you knew for a fact that despite how pissed Hermes looks, she was loving all of it. She watches slack-jawed as Jolyne slides her fingers back out of her mouth with a knowing wink.

That hand then gently slips into her own underwear as she leans back on her elbow and a pillow, giving her a clear view of the two of you and quite the view for you two.

“Fuck off, Jojo, oh my god.”

“What?” she asks innocuously, “It’s their turn with you, babydoll. I’d hate to make them watch us the whole time.”

Jolyne was feeling exceptionally bold today, it seemed.

Hermes scowls for just a moment and opens her mouth to complain (definitely something about how easy it would be for the three of you to all participate, seeing as you've done it multiple times), and you feel yourself melt a little as that scowl turns into a wry, gorgeous smile.

She sits herself up and crosses her legs, her bare back facing Jolyne as she offers you a hand. “C’mere, mi vida, she--.”

Hermes suddenly jolts forward slightly just as you move to her lap, and you see a very grumpy Jolyne pulling her leg back towards herself as you peer over Hermes’ shoulder.

“....the hell was that wimpy-ass kick for, Jo?”

“I can’t fucking see.”

“Then use your imagination.”

“I’m imagining you turning around so I get to watch.”

Hermes makes a mocking face to only you, then winks and sighs. She loved playing the petty game. “Wild imagination you got there. You shoulda just invited them to join in rather than pulling outta me like that and then insisting there were turns when you know damn well I want both of you all over me.”

“Horseshit! Come on, Hermes, turn the fuck around or I’m going to bed.”

“Have fun trying to sleep while me and this cutie bang, that’ll be interesting--” Jolyne groans in frustration, and Hermes only smiles smugly down at you. She readjusts you in her lap, opting for more of a straddle, and you squeeze your thighs around her as she runs her rough hands up your delicate frame, kissing your collarbone and removing your nightshirt with almost a single movement. You whine a little as she gropes your chest lightly and pinches a nipple.

From your elevated position, you can see Jolyne still laying down, still looking grumpy, still touching herself. So much for going to bed. Her face is flushed deep red, and if you didn't suddenly find your lips pressed to Hermes’, you likely would've pointed out how cute she looked.

Hermes breaks the kiss to place more down your throat and chest, dipping you back slightly as she goes down. She takes your nipple in her mouth and sucks briefly before sitting you up upright once more and taking your hands in hers.

She looks absolutely blissed out as she rubs your knuckles, then hums and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Bear with me, babe,” she whispers against your skin, before she clumsily scoots you off her lap and stands on her knees. Hermes makes a show of slipping her horribly soaked underwear off her hips, trailing her hands over her ass and down her thighs and behind her Jolyne whines. Hermes flashes you a sneaky grin and sits back down to pull her underwear from her knees, tossing them to the floor and crawling forward between your legs to rub your thigh and kiss just behind your ear.

“¿Te quitas estos por favor, mi vida? Quiero verte, quiero tocarte.” she purrs, hooking her thumb into your waistband and kissing your jaw, “You’re so beautiful, babe…”

Hermes’ deep voice always had an effect on you, but that was quickly multiplied when she dropped it low to talk dirty.

You tremble slightly as you oblige, not quite giving the show she gave but admittedly taking your time with removing your panties. Hermes helps them off the rest of the way, stroking hair from your face. Jolyne whistles somewhere behind her, and Hermes laughs before she kisses your cheek, your jaw, behind your ear yet again, and hums lowly into your skin.

She runs a finger down the valley of your chest, considering, then pushes back on your shoulder and eases you down onto your back. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and thoughtful, and her hands aimlessly wander your body, touching anywhere and everywhere and taking her sweet time doing so — her way of deciding where to start. She settles on keeping her eyes locked on yours and running her hand up and down your stomach. It moves entirely too slowly for how riled up you feel, sometimes drawing too close to your soaked center and making you squirm. Hermes grins every time you do, her eyes lighting up with delight and hunger.

“Oh, baby, look at how excited you are. You can’t wait to let me have my way with you, hmm? If Jolyne wants to insist we have turns, then I’m gonna make this my turn with you. I wonder…”

She’s purposefully speaking loud enough for Jolyne to hear, but only just enough. Her voice is gruff and firm, and you feel like putty the lower it gets. Hermes rubs slow circles just above your clit and you whine, gripping the blankets and groping your own chest. She cocks an eyebrow at you and smirks, her other hand threading through your hair and tugging it back some.

“Wooow,” she starts, a hint of a laugh in her voice, “Jolyne was right, you don't know what to do with yourself. Even now.” Hermes draws in close to your ear, kissing and nibbling on it here and there before dropping her voice to a husky whisper. Her hand in your hair makes you feel on fire, and if you didn't know what was ahead you probably would've come right then.

“What if I kept this up, let you get close to coming but never quite getting you there, hmm? Would you try to fuck yourself later, wishing it was me?”

Another kiss, another bite, another whine from you.

“Mm, no, I couldn’t do that. I wanna see your pretty face all messed up. I wanna hear you moan for me too.” She pauses, and her lips come to meet yours gently as she considers her options, then returns to whisper more to you.

“I could get my strap and fuck you till you feel like you can't move, couldn't I? You’re already soaked, you’d take me so easily. Mmm, and it’s two sided…I could get us both well fucked with that.”

Her fingers slowly slide up and down your slot, rub messy shapes into your clit, tease you by poking just one finger into you and not even going all the way. “God, you’re so wet, you fucking whore. I think I know what I wanna do,” she mutters, then sits up on your thigh, sliding her knee up between your legs and grinning at you. The hot, wet warmth of her pussy suddenly on your skin makes whatever sanity you have left melt away, and you hopelessly try to grind yourself against her knee.

Hermes snickers and rubs your stomach gently, then turns her torso to face Jolyne, who suddenly cries out and hisses through clenched teeth.

“Don't fucking look at me like that, just keep-”

“Oh my god Jolyne, I knew you liked to watch, but I didn't know you were a fucking desperate slut. A dildo? You couldn't just touch yourself and wait your turn? I know I’m good but…”

“Shut up and just fuck them.”

“Feisty tonight! You’re just mad at me because I’ve been blocking the heavenly view. Unless you think my ass is all you need, in which case that's pretty pathetic.” Hermes grins and casts you a look, leaning to the side some to let Jolyne see and slips her finger in. Jolyne gasps and moans softly, and though you can't see, you're sure her face is twice as contorted as yours. Hermes rolls her eyes playfully, now pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace, then turns her head back to Jolyne.

“Hand me my strap, Jojo?"

“Wh- I’m a little fucking busy, Hermes, just use your hand!”

“So you don’t wanna watch.”

Jolyne sighs, obviously incredibly irritated, and you feel weight shift towards the edge of the bed. Hermes pushes another finger in and rubs your clit with her thumb and your brain feels numb, welcoming every pump like it’s your last.

The new sensation doesn't last long of course; Hermes pulls out to take the toy from Jolyne and gives her a deep kiss. She raises two slick-coated fingers to Jolyne’s lips and smirks. “How do they taste, baby?” she purrs, and you feel her body twitch against yours as Jolyne --- now looking significantly less pissed off --- takes them in her mouth as deep as she can.

It’s an incredibly lewd scene, Hermes looking wickedly amused as she pushes her hand into the other girl’s obviously-eager mouth. Jolyne looks like she can't get enough, whimpering some as she sucks your arousal from Hermes’ hand, and when she finally pulls back she looks twice as excited as before. Hermes smiles at her, kissing her forehead and gesturing over to the empty space beside the two of you, where Jolyne settles in carefully to watch.

Hermes removes herself from your thigh (you don’t miss the thin strand of her slick that connects her to you for a moment longer --- she was dripping) and works on sliding one side of the strap-on into her pussy, wincing some and breathing deep before fastening the harness to her waist. She gives you a lusty look as she positions herself over you, then slides a small pillow under your hips and runs her hands down your thighs.

The tip of her strap prods your center teasingly, the smooth material coaxing a moan out of you before Hermes can even enter. She smiles devilishly and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Damn, you can't wait for me to fill you up. You just want allll of me inside you, don’t you, you pretty little thing? Hmm?”

Her hands grip your hips and her lips brush your ear as she draws close to whisper more filth to you. “I’m gonna leave your cute pussy so well fucked you won’t want my ‘turn’ to end. I’m gonna take you so slow and deep it’ll drive that Jolyne wild, and you better believe every stroke is gonna hit just fuckin’ right.”

All you can do is whine and press your face into her shoulder as she prods you again. She lets out a deep chuckle, gritty and dangerous, then nibbles your ear and groans a bit.

“Mm, are you ready for me, hermosa?”

And as soon as you nod and slide a hand in her mess of braids, Hermes pushes into you --- slow and deep, just like she promised. She presses heavy kisses on the corner of your jaw as she bottoms out, and she lets out a deep gasp into your ear as the toy pushes back on her.

“Shhhhit,” she musters with something like a grunt and a laugh, then pulls back from your ear and holds your face with one of her hands. The stinging feeling the stretch from the new addition brings subsides, and you press a kiss to her palm. Your hips rock up in encouragement, and Hermes starts her slow and steady pace.

Every one of her long strokes do hit just right; every time she pulls back you feel breathless, and though you know it's coming, the following thrust catches you horribly off guard. Her hand slips down your body and rubs slow circles into your aching clit and you swear you see stars. Her other hand grips your chin now, holding your jaw open and furrowing her brow darkly.

Jolyne groans beside you, something more frustrated and desperate, and she mutters yours and Hermes’ names under her breath. You feel your body turn to jelly as Hermes picks up her pace all of a sudden, trying her best to keep her long strokes. You can’t help how bad your legs are shaking and fidgeting, or how bad your hips buck up to try and get the best angle everytime Hermes collides into you.

She scowls, a faint grunt falling from her lips as she moves her hand from your chin and pushes your hip down. “T-That feel good, you pretty little slut? Mmm, look at you, wrapped around my fingers.” she teases. Her attempts at holding long strokes prove useless, and as she brings her other hand to your hip you feel your brain turn to static once more. Hermes stares down at you lustfully, no doubt admiring how good you look getting fucked by her, and the grip she has on your waist tightens as that lust carries her away.

More soft encouragement from Jolyne, more filthy teasing from Hermes, and the occasional reversal of the two have you panting out heavy, needy moans like you'd never feel this pleasure again. You feel yourself growing more and more tense as you approach your climax, and judging by how much quieter your girlfriends were, they were getting close too. You grip the sheets, reaching your other hand out to grab whatever part of Jolyne you could (her forearm, this time) and you cock your head back with a groan as you cum around Hermes' strap. She slows her pace with a similarly passionate moan, a lopsided grin on her face as she trails her hands up your sides, and beside you you could tell Jolyne came not long before.

Hermes looked wonderfully in love, pulling out of you and carefully leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your head, then offers one to Jolyne before lying down between the both of you. The three of you sit in silence for a moment to catch your breath and soak in the afterglow of it all, and you find yourself smiling like an idiot looking at their sweet faces. Both were smiling just as wide with their eyes half shut, exhausted as hell but clearly just as pleased as you. You take it upon yourself to snuggle in closer and rest your head on Hermes' chest, and Jolyne follows suit not long after with a soft laugh when Hermes brings her arms around the both of you. "Mmm… you two are so cute." she mutters, pressing a gentle kiss to the other girl's collarbone.

Hermes lets out a breath and rubs her hand over her back thoughtfully. "Speak for yourself, cutie. Thanks for being a mostly good sport~." She laughs as she says it, and Jolyne scoffs before laughing along with her. She turns her head to you, kissing your forehead and squeezing you briefly with a warm smile. "You were so good for me, hermosa."

"M-Mmm, thank you, baby. You always know just what to do with me."

Jolyne sighs on the other side of your shared partner, and sounds rather annoyed as she groans and stretches her legs out. "Fuck, I do not want to get up. I could fall asleep right here."

"If washing up weren't so important, Jojo, I would let you. It won't take long. You two go wash up first and I can grab something small before bed to snack on, yeah? Here—"

Hermes works herself out from under you and Jolyne, kissing you both again softly before rolling out of bed to clean up and get snacks. Across from you, Jolyne's face blushes red from the gentle affection, and as you catch her eyes and grin at each other warmly, you know you're both stuck soaking in the domesticity of it all. It was harder to get up now that you were face to face with her, and you can't help but wiggle closer to nuzzle your foreheads together.

The two of you lie there long enough for Hermes to already have cleaned herself up and come back with light finger foods, and the exhaustion in her voice is clear when she has to softly shake your shoulders to rouse you both from half-sleep. You know she found it cute, though.

[abalonetea]

Okay i have followed you for a while, but i am absolutely terrible at keeping up with what people are working on, so im here to fix that.

If you dont mind, could you tell me names of your wips, characters and what its about? I want to know about my friend's works so i can send better asks!

Of course I don't mind, I will jump at any chance to do something like this! Also dsfgsdgfdsfs I'm constantly changing projects so it's pretty hard to keep up with them anyway, oops!

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These are the three MAIN-MAIN stories I'm working on!

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Abyss Wip: high fantasy sitting at about 95k words right now! It follows Samir, a cursed king dead for three thousand years and brought back to life each night, and Amar, a fugitive mage that's embroiled himself in a very dangerous war. It's a super heavy long-running romance and I'm high-key obsessed with it right now. Wrote the first 65k words of it while I was on my business trip earlier this month, oops.

Twice Bitten: the sequel to Howl, following the McCormick brothers (Levi, Ace, and Harris) as they continue to try and navigate werewolf filled waters!

I Drowned In The Summer Of 85: a supernatural tragedy about how your own grief can bring literal ghosts to life. It follows Bobby Kent as he's forced to return back to the summer camp where his childhood boyfriend, Jacob, drowned fifteen years ago. Unfortunately, Bobby's never been good at dealing with, well, anything and now his grief's come back in the form of a bright eyed ghost. Technically on the third draft. I'm doing final edits but have ended up adding a BUNCH more hauntings in, so it's taking a bit!

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On the side, I'm playing around with...

Carnivore: this one's about werewolves and dinosaurs but I'm still trying to figure out the cast. mostly a fun idea i like to rotate when i'm bored.

SHED: stars Noah and Hunter, has a fully finished first draft but editing it freaks me out. creature featured turned drama.

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@sweetwatertales will hopefully soon feature... GV:A - a sequel to Greek Vacation that I've almost finished plotting, and once I've finished IDS85's edits, I'll be tackling Meathook's third draft, which can be found over on @gravelydevoted; it's a crime thriller starring Agent Mercer and Detective Sommers!

[the-al-chemist]

Unusual writer asks: BTS on the Hexley Saga!

[ellie-e-marcovitz ☺️]

Thanks for asking! 💛 Choosing just one scene from the entirety of THS is impossible, so I’m going with the prologue AND the epilogue for the sake of completeness! (They go hand in hand anyway…)

Unusual Writers Asks are Here!

Prologue - November, 1981

It started with the fireworks.

And so it begins, 5 words down, 500,000 to go. Though these are the first words of the Saga, they weren’t the first that were written; the prologue was actually the last chapter I wrote for Mystery at Hogwarts! In fact, I didn’t write this chapter until I’d written the first drafts for the first four instalments of the Saga and gone back and rewritten the whole of MaH (literally, scrapped most of it because it was rubbish and started over). Once I had done that, I felt like I needed a framing device, and so this scene was added.

“Where are you going?”

A small voice called out through the darkness. Jacob turned around, and saw the outline of a small girl sitting on the windowsill, her face illuminated by the flashes that still came from the sky outside.

Here is our first glimpse of our protagonist. This was another reason I wanted a Jacob perspective prologue, as well as setting the scene, it meant that Artemis was introduced in the story through the eyes of someone else. Having Artemis visually described for the first time in another character’s deep 3rd person narration seemed much more organic than having her describe herself that way, especially as she is a character that doesn’t take much interest in her own appearance.

Since the day she had been born the two of them had been so close that they could tell what the other was thinking.

Oop, foreshadowing.

“Will there be a Niffler in the story, or a dragon?”

More foreshadowing, this time it gets meta.

“Please don’t cry, Missy, you’re making this harder than it already is,” said Jacob, and he walked out of the house before his sister could start to cry or scream. He couldn’t change his mind now.

The front door clicked shut behind him, and he walked down the pale grey steps to the pavement outside the house. Turning back, he saw that Artemis’ little damp face was pressed against the windowpane, her breath fogging up the glass. Jacob pressed his fingers to his lips, and raised his hand to her, before he turned away and walked down Lovelace Crescent, past the terraced houses, and paused at the corner of the road.

Not so much foreshadowing as backshadowing - these are the same words Jacob says to Artemis after she finds and loses him again in PotV. Her reaction this time is different, though, showing how much she has developed in the time he was missing. The path Jacob takes through Hexley family’s house is also echoed in PotV, as Artemis takes the exact same route and pauses at the exact same places as she prepares to leave to spend the summer with the Weasleys, symbolising how she is now following in Jacob’s footsteps. She even apparates away from the same place, though she does so via side-along apparation with Bill. Again, this is deliberate, showing how Bill has started to take Jacob’s role in Artemis’ life, though whereas Jacob left Artemis behind, Bill is taking her with him.

Epilogue - December, 1999

Below the cut, bc spoilers, obv.

It was almost midnight.

As soon as I wrote the prologue, I knew exactly what I wanted for my epilogue - the whole Saga bookended by two scenes that each reflected the other. The countdown to the millennium seemed like an ideal time; 18 years after the prologue so long enough for someone to grow from an infant to an adult in the time in between, and at the end of an era with the promise of a new start. And fireworks. Artemis loves fireworks.

“Did you find your rowan tree alright?”

“Yeah.”

“How was it?”

“Peaceful.”

Rowan’s birthday in my canon was placed on NYE because of this epilogue, so that she would be remembered right until the very end. I can’t remember when I decided on Artemis’ tradition of visiting the tree at sundown each year (it might have been at the same time as deciding on Rowan’s birthday, it might have come later), but the idea of her returning to a tree annually just to be with Rowan for a little while was inspired by the bench in the botanic garden on midsummer’s day in The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman (from whom I expect to receive a lawsuit any day now).

Artemis swallowed hard as she turned away from the boy who looked like Tonks and saw George Weasley setting up the fireworks by himself.

Canon compliance is tough. This hurt me.

Someone asked for the time, and Artemis’ eyes immediately went to her ankle, despite her having not worn a watch on it for years.

I couldn’t not reference the watch. Artemis has come so far and has cut ties with her family by this point, but still her heart pulls towards the history she once had.

Artemis felt a soft pressure on her right cheek, and turned to see Charlie at her side, a small smile playing on his freckled face.

“Happy New Year,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the darkened horizon, where more fireworks had started to appear in the distance, some sooner, some later, as other groups of wizards, witches, and Muggles waved goodbye to the previous century and ushered in the new one.

Again, I couldn’t not put this small detail in. I think the majority of my readers have at some point asked me if/when these two will ever get together, and so this little kiss on the cheek is for the Charlie/Artemis shippers. It’s friendly, but if you wanted it to hint at something more, you can read more into it (I know lots of people did). Avid fans of His Dark Materials will pick up on the fact that pattern of the prose in the second paragraph mimics that of the ending of the Amber Spyglass, which is a final nod to the the story that has inspired my writing and my soul more than any other (aside from HP, which is a given).

All alone now, Artemis watched the fireworks and listened to the crackles and whizzes and bangs that were the only noises echoing through the January night. The grass at her feet was damp, the air around her was cold and laced with the scents of pine trees and gunpowder, and her lips still tasted faintly of sloe gin. Her fingers tingled, and her toes were numb, and her pulse coursed through her veins as her heart continued to beat in her chest, reminding her how very alive she was in this moment. Not that she needed the reminder. Right now, standing on Stoatshead Hill at the start of a new year, a new century, a new millennium, she felt more alive and more free than ever.

I didn’t want an “all was well” ending for Artemis. I’m all for nuclear families with 2.5 children born nicely in wedlock with the person you fell in love with as a teen, but that’s not the ending my wild child wanted or deserved. She deserved this: to have her found family around her and have the strength and confidence in them to tell them that she is happy for them to leave her for a little while, in contrast to the prologue in which she begged Jacob to stay. She deserves this moment to just be herself, without the expectations of anyone else around her - and she gets that. The pine, the marzipan/sloe gin, and the gunpowder are all the scents that one would smell in Amortentia if they loved Artemis. She is surrounded only by the very essence of herself in this moment. Everything from “the grass” in this paragraph to “the end” a few later came to me on a run and I stopped to write it all down because I couldn’t bear to forget even a word of it.

And as the last firework disappeared into the night sky, so did Artemis Hexley.

It started with the fireworks, it ended with them, too.

[nightlet]

Been super busy. Got a new job at the start of the year which has been insanely great for my mental health, I really like it there even if it is just a boring ol' office job. But I've been super busy and haven't made the time to play Sims.

Have had a tiny handful of posts sitting in drafts for...well, for some of them almost two years. Oops. Putting them in queue unedited and then maybe actually play some. I've missed my babies. I'm behind on a lot of the expansions and updates and all that, so we'll see what happens.

[pumpkin-stars]

Warmin’ Up

Joel Miller/AFAB!Reader. Smut.

Joel takes a bath in a stream while you watch, then he needs warming up.

This has been in my drafts for so long (mid-December whoops) and I finally looked it over again and managed to finish it! (thanks to @honestly-shite​ for making this post ages ago that I obviously saved in the doc at some point bc that prompted me to finish it mwah 💕💕) (and also more thanks to Maia for drawing joel in a stream way back when I first yelled about the idea)

I watched a walkthrough of TLOU1 last year (just before I wrote most of this) so anything that’s not quite in character is my bad oops, I tried.

Warnings/Content: Joel is naked from the get go, lack of shampoo, grey hair appreciation, swearing, teasing, fucking on the forest floor, praise, vaginal fingering, p-in-v, tiddy sucking, his hand over your mouth, temperature play (if you squint), reader is called darlin’ a lot

Word Count: 2.8k

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The sun warms his skin as he steps into the stream, clothes folded neatly on the bank, still within reach - his gun on top for easy access just in case someone unexpected shows up and disturbs him. The water’s cold, biting, even with the warmth of midsummer in the air, his skin prickles with goosebumps as soon as his feet are submerged, the hairs on the back of his neck sticking up the way they do when he senses nearby danger, hunter and prey - like all humans have been reduced to these days.

There’s no danger now, though. Unless the fish suddenly decide to nibble his skin.

His nose scrunches as he wades in, a quiet grunt escaping him as his fingertips graze the water, one hand out to keep his balance as he steps over slick rocks, the other cradling his cock and balls against a direct onslaught of chill. He goes up to his belly button, barely able to see his feet - the water’s mostly clear, the rocks beneath darkening the depths, the surface marred by rushing white ripples leftover from the waterfall a short swim upstream.

The trees surrounding this part of the river offer seclusion, the old bridge downstream is impassable, overgrown with moss and weighed down by a fallen tree that makes this the only viable place for a bath: no metal contaminants, a strong but not too powerful current, plenty of places to duck and hide if an animal (or a hunter) comes along.

Not you, though. He won’t hide from you.

“You forgot the soap.” You smirk at him from the bank, lobbing the bar at his head, testing his reflexes as he catches it one-handed with a smile.

“Y’ever stop and think it was on purpose?” He drawls, “Drawing you out for some time alone?”

You shrug and sit on the rock beside his clothes, legs dangling down over the side, feet just above the water. “And what if I’d sent Ellie?”

“She wouldn’t’ve come out here just for soap.” He grins, “Knew I could count on you, though.”

You laugh, leaning back, head tilted away from him, grass in the sky and clouds on the ground as you relax as much as is possible, keeping an eye out for movement through half-closed eyes, listening to Joel as he moves through the water for a minute or two, squeaking indignantly as he splashes you. You sit up to glare at him, the world righted as he smiles at you.

You make no attempt to hide the way your eyes rake over him, watching as he ducks beneath the surface to wet his hair, coming back up like some scarred and dangerous sea-god, the water running over his face, beading in his eyelashes and funnelling off his bearded chin, catching the light and making the greys in his hair stand out all the more against the dark brown tresses.

He reaches up, lathering the soap, chucking the bar back to you as he raises his arms to wash his hair, remiss to use it there, but your supplies of shampoo had run down, left you with bar-soap and nothing else. The nearest store (ten miles east) had run out of almost everything, just four bars left that hadn’t been raided by others… some people are still picky even twenty years after the start of the end. He hates the smell, and so do you - some synthetically sweet, supposedly-strawberry concoction. Throwing it back to you avoids it being washed away downstream, as much as he’d rather not have to use it again. Still, it’s better than blood and sweat.

Nothing beats feeling clean these days, and while you long for daily hot showers, a quick dip in a stream every few weeks is the best you can hope for when you’re on the road. In the woods.

He ducks below the surface again, taking a little time to rub at his scalp, removing all the soap and grime before he emerges, facing downstream. He cups the water, splashing it up to rinse anything he’d missed from his face, giving you the perfect view of water running down his back, over those broad shoulders, tracing patterns over the natural grooves of his form, and chasing each other down, back to their rapid-running home… over the divots at the small of his back, down over the cleft of his ass that just peeks out over the water.

He turns around, and a smile grows on your face as the water drips over his chest. The strength he has is obvious, even with the softness he carries. Greys litter his chest, a light dusting over his sternum, the curls plastered against his skin by the water, nipples pebbled from the temperature. You wet your lips as water travels over his tummy, snakes around and over the scar tissue - new and old, and continues into the depths, some drops getting caught in the hairs below his belly button, but what you want to see most stays hidden in the small waves and ripples caused by backsplash from his presence.

He laughs, hands on his hips, and your eyes snap up to his face.

“Gotcha,” he smirks.

“As if you wouldn’t look if we swapped places.” You scoff, brushing off the heat that curls up your neck and into your cheeks, throwing the soap back as he gestures for it.

“Course not,” he rubs the bar directly on his skin now, over his chest and under each arm, “But I wouldn’t be embarrassed about it.”

“No?” You smirk as he balances, washing his feet before straightening again, “Your cheeks are looking a little pink there, Miller.”

“It’s cold.” He excuses, and turns his attention from you, focusing on cleaning his dick properly as you examine the spreading silver on his scalp.

The soap flies through the air again, landing beside you with a well-aimed splat, and he walks slowly back to the bank, grinning at you all the while as your eyes are drawn to every inch of skin that gets exposed, watching the rivulets navigate his thick thighs and muscled calves.

He likes the air on his skin, takes a moment to feel the grass between his toes and stretch all the tense muscles, his back protesting from age and carrying several guns and half your supplies around all the time. The water keeps him cold, the slight breeze chilling him further as the sun tries its best to warm him up, its efforts paling in comparison to the heat in your gaze.

“Forgot a towel too.” He tells you as he walks to your side, “You didn’t-?”

“Fuck, no, sorry.” You frown, looking around you, even though you know there’s not one there.

“S’alright.” He smiles, “Have to get dry another way, hm?”

You nod, eagerly anticipating as he leans down towards you, tilting your head just-so as his face nears yours… pouting when he continues past you to grab his clothes.

His chest rumbles as he laughs, kissing your cheek before stepping back, stopping where the trees are a little thinner, where the ground is mostly flat enough for two. “You gonna help get me dry or what?”

“Sweetie you gotta get wetter first,” you grin, scrambling from your place on the rock, t-shirt halfway up your torso by the time you stop in front of him. He gives you enough time to peel it off the rest of the way before he kisses you, holding you with a cold hand, fingers starting to prune, against your bare waist.

You break from him first, “I’m not lying on the ground.”

His eyebrows quirk up.

“Not naked.” You amend, grabbing the shirt from his hands and kneeling to lay it out quickly on the grass, feeling for any rocks or roots beneath it.

No use ruining a good fuck with a damaged spine.

You look back at him over your shoulder, eyebrows raising when you catch him looking at your ass.

“Get naked, darlin’. I need warmin’ up.” He smiles, setting his clothes within reach, gun on top just in case.

You grin, throwing a little twig at him as you turn over, sitting on his shirt as you contort, pushing your jeans down your legs, cursing at your own enthusiasm when they get caught on the top of your boots.

He waits, teeth gnawing his lip, watching as the pile of clothes beside you gets bigger, your nipples turning to stiff peaks against the cool air.

“You’re somethin’ else.” He drawls, one hand on his hip as the other brushes his bottom lip, looking down at you hungrily as you pull your underwear off, flinging it at him with a smirk.

He catches it, his smirk only growing when he feels the little wet patch you’ve left on them, “Well, look at this. I’m not the only one who got wet today.”

“Can you blame me?” You shift, leaning back on your elbows and spreading your legs for him, “I had a wonderful view.”

“And now so do I.” He almost growls and kneels quickly between your legs, half-hard as he guides you to lie flat, a large hand skimming your side as droplets break free from his beard and sprinkle your skin.

The cold water doesn’t bother you for long, Joel’s body looms over yours, and while it’s meant to be your role to warm him up, he’s doing a damn good job of getting you all hot and bothered.

“You really gonna let me fuck you out here in the forest, huh?” He grins.

“You can fuck me wherever you want to.”

He likes that, ducking his head to kiss you as his fingers trail over your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, down and down, over that crop of curls, investigating your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me.” He breathes into your mouth, using your slick to coat his fingers before he presses one inside.

“Joel-“

“Shh, darlin’, can’t make too much noise in case o’hunters.” He smiles.

You know as well as he does that you’ve cleared the area, that the only people around are Ellie, safe and sound in a little cabin upriver, and a couple of disarmed corpses who’ll only disturb you if the infection suddenly helps them stand back up (in which case everyone still walking is well and truly fucked).

Still, you’re willing to try and stay quiet if he wants you to.

Your hands trail his torso and back, using the opportunity to feel as much as you can, checking for stiffness and hidden aches he won’t tell you about. You’ll need to work his shoulders once you get where you’re going, help him release all the tension he holds there, smooth out the knots as best you can.

He presses deeper, curling the finger up to brush your spot, and you abandon your exploration of him, eyes rolling back, sensitive from so many days untouched.

He grins as you gasp, tilts his head to kiss across your jaw and down your throat, sucking a mark into your neck as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm, scissoring them to open you up for him.

“Joel…”

“I gotcha,” he smiles, “So wet already, darlin’… all because’a me?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, clenching around his fingers.

He adds a third, his thumb swiping over your clit, “gonna make you cum ‘fore I fuck you.”

“Get to it then,” you grin, gasping moments later as he withdraws, “Joel?”

“If you’re gonna be like that, I ain’t gonna do anythin’.”

“Please?” You wiggle your hips a little, enticing him back, “I’m sorry, I won’t talk back, you’re in control.”

“That’s right, darlin’.” He nods, “I am in control.”

Your eyes roll back as he slips two fingers in again, pumping them a few times before the third rejoins.

“Oh, Joel!”

“Shhh,” he whispers, “What’d I tell ya?”

“Sorry,” you match his volume, “So good…”

He grins, leaning down to kiss over your chest as his thumb rubs your clit once more, his teeth grazing lightly over your flesh before he sucks a nipple between his lips, eyes on yours.

He’s so good… it‘s so much… Those three fingers so thick inside you, meticulously providing pleasure with the same skill he handles a gun, trigger finger curling and applying just the right amount of pressure for the best results… The scratch of his beard on your skin, the drops of water that run from his body to yours, their temperature warmed between you as you fight off the cold together. 

He swaps nipples, leaving a trail of kisses between, flicking over it with his tongue rather than sucking it into the heat of his mouth, his warm tongue contrasting with the cool air. Your cunt clenches hard, hips bucking up into his hand as he strokes over your spot, and laughs warmly around your nipple.

You cling to his shoulders, leaving little half-moon imprints in his skin as the pressure builds, his fingers working you up and up, higher and higher. Your lips part in a silent cry, breath stuck in your throat as you cum hard, Joel smiling against your chest as you lock up tight and turn to jelly moments later.

“So good,” He repeats your words, keeping his fingers inside you as you come down, catching your breath, “So tight when you clamp down.”

You smile at him, a little dazed from the pleasure, moaning quietly as he pulls out of you, resituates himself, hard cock warm, ruddy, and throbbing against your slit.

“Ready for it, darlin?”

“Always,” you breathe, pulling his lips to yours, coaxing him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him inside.

He goes easy, the familiar path, sliding home in one motion until his hips meet yours, grunting as you gasp, both grateful for this moment of relative calm - relative safety - and the privacy of your surroundings.

“So fuckin’ wet.”

“All for you, Joel,” you smile, “So hot.”

He smirks, “Yeah I am,” and ducks to kiss you again, starting a steady pace, too slow to make anything build except your impatience.

“Joel-!”

“I got you, pretty thing,” he grins, speeding up slowly, making sure to angle his hips just right.

His hands roam over you, rhythm never faltering, fingers drawing patterns in the water that clings to your skin, tracing JOEL through the droplets on your stomach. It tickles, and you squirm beneath him, until he thrusts harder, setting his forearms either side of your head, his face hovering above yours, broad shoulders blocking your view of the trees around you.

“You gonna let me have my way with your pretty pussy?” He wonders, “Let me fill y’up so ridin Callus makes ya squirm?”

“R-riding with you always makes me squirm.” You point out, breaking out into a loud moan moments later.

He grins, adjusting his weight again, moving to cover your mouth with his hand, “What’d I tell you about keepin hush?”

“Mmmf!” You whimper beneath his palm, clenching hard around his cock.

He laughs, speeding up yet again, knocking your breath from you, “Touch your clit, darlin… Wanna feel you cum around me.”

Your hand moves down, doing as he asks, more noises muffled as his own grunts and gasps are free to permeate around you. You can’t help glaring when he kisses the back of his hand, teasing you yet again as he denies you kisses just because you moaned. His smirk is insufferable, and you know, next time, you’ll get your own back somehow… whenever and however that may be.

“Fuck, darlin…” Joel grunts, “Takin me so well…”

He’s been riling you up for days, even when you haven’t been pressed close on the horse he’s found every excuse to touch you. A hand on your back as he moves past you, his thigh brushing your leg as you eat in whatever shelter you’ve been able to find, his touches lingering as you switch over night watch duty, waking you with a breath in your ear and a hand on your hip.

The only solace you’ve had from it is knowing he’s just as desperate for a fuck as you are. Proven by the way he pounds into you now, both of you desperate to claim a release, a moment of relief from everything in the world.

Your thighs shake, and Joel’s hand over your mouth tightens a little, knowing your close, that you’ll need his grip to hide your cries of pleasure from the birds twittering overhead.

“Mm-!” you whine, “Mmm-!”

“Come on, darlin, that’s it, cum for me, go on, yes… yes, that’s it, that’s it-!” His words are cut off as you orgasm, choking his cock as you clench hard, pussy pulsing around him desperately.

It’s only a few thrusts before he follows you, teeth bared, turning his cry into a strangled groan.

The two of you stay in position as you get your breath back, though your legs slip from around his waist and to the floor. He releases your mouth once his jellified body will cooperate, smiling as his forehead meets yours.

“Think I need another bath.”

[xiaosmoon]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

pairings: thoma, kazuha, kaeya, diluc, childe, xiao, zhongli, & albedo x gn!reader

summary: his love language that he gives <3

warnings/content: fluffy

a/n: omg this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month, oops

-> thoma – acts of service

if there’s anyone you can always rely on to get the job done, it’s thoma. he’s always more than happy to help you get things done, especially if it means more cuddles for him later!

“don’t worry dove, i’ll cook dinner tonight. how about you pick out a movie for us to watch later tonight, hm?”

-> kazuha – words of affirmation

kazuha is always sweetening you with his romantic and poetic words. but complimenting you and assuring you all the time is all you could ever ask for. sweet kazuha will always be the first one to remind you of how important you are, and how great of a job you’re doing.

“you’re so wonderful, y/n. i can’t even begin to imagine myself in your shoes. the strength you have inside of you is greater than i will ever know, and for that i love you.”

-> kaeya – physical touch

he needs your touch almost all the time. it’s comforting to him in a way he could never explain. kaeya loves when you rest your head on his chest, or even when you’re innocently interlacing your fingers with his. and kaeya is never one to shy away from a kiss. he will kiss you anywhere and anytime.

“your skin is so soft, love. new lotion?” “there’s a lil something on your lips– hey i never said i was gonna kiss it away!” he kisses you anyway.

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-> diluc – gifting

on days he can't be with you, diluc will always manage to find time to send you a little something. and by a little something i mean a thousand dollar bouquet of wildflowers that won't wither away until next year. or he'll surprise you with your favorite meal and a little note about how much he loves you.

"i'm sorry i've been so busy lately dear, here– these pastries are for you! freshly imported from fontaine. i promise i'll see you later tonight."

-> childe – quality time

why wouldn't he want to spend his time with his most favorite person in the world? if childe could be buried in your embrace for the rest of his years, he would. his heart beats for you, and only for you. so what better way to show you his love than going on adventures with you?

"we should go watch the sunset together! we can even make it into a picnic! we can stop by to get your favorite food, my treat."

-> xiao – acts of service

he isn't the best with words, so xiao settles for showing you his appreciation and love in a different way. he's always there to protect you, no doubt. but xiao likes doing small things for you so you don't have so much on your plate. he likes to see you stress free and like yourself.

"you said your pillows were uncomfortable, so i got you new ones. and i made you some almond tofu pudding if you get hungry later. just call my name if you're in need of anything else, anytime."

-> zhongli – quality time

nothing in this world makes zhongli happier than being in your presence. even seeing you is enough for him to be content with his day. you're his favorite person to talk to, so it's only natural for zhongli to spend a lot of time with his lover.

"i found this new book yesterday that i thought you would like. how about we read it together? oh, i almost forgot to ask you, are you available tomorrow evening? i would like to take you out for a meal."

-> albedo – physical touch

after being so consumed with lab work for long periods of time, all albedo really needs is the comforting and warming touch of his lover. the way your hands kneed through his hair, your soft kisses that get peppered all over his face — it's enough to melt him down to a simple puddle.

"mm, i missed you, angel. one more kiss before i'm off?"

[merakiui]

Okay okay okay I’ve been thinking about this for a few days now here’s my list of genshin boys most likely to least likely to become a yandere and why:

-xiao. Millennia of suffering and he meets somebody who makes the pain dissipate? Hell never let go.

-diluc. People have died in his arms, he can’t risk losing another loved one... it’s not like he doesn’t have the wealth and resources to keep his beloved by his side.

-Childe. I think he’d be the most dehumanizing yandere - he treats you almost like a child (haha) as be manipulates his way into your heart. And god knows that he gets what he wants.

-albedo is obviously in the top half of this list. We’ve talked about his yandere tendacies before so I won’t relist them but jeez get this boy some therapy.

-razor. Now this sounds surprising but after years of protecting his Lupical, do you really think he’d let somebody he loves and sees as helpless wander alone? I feel hes less captor and manipulative and more of a stalker if he becomes a yandere

-venti. Freedom is his entire world, but can he let his beloved have freedom if it endangers them? One of the most manipulative ones on this list, except he has no clue that he’s doing it.

-kaeya. Maybe you’d gotten to close to one of his secrets. Maybe you’d figured out something he wanted to die. It doesn’t matter much now, all you know is that you were tried and declared guilty by the knights of favonius and were sent into a dungeon protected by the Calvery captain himself.

-zhongli. Has the yandere desires, but refuses to give in. He’s loved and lost so many times over the years and he figures he doesn’t want to take that away from his beloved.

-chongyun. I’ve gone back and forth between him and xingqiu for this one, but I feel like these last 3 are all pretty much tied for not being a yandere. However, if he met someone who could somehow null his congenital positivity than he might move up on this list...

-Xingqiu. He has a strong sense of justice and honor, the idea of manipulating, stalking or god forbid kidnapping his S/O is appalling to him.

-Bennett. Literally just tryna vibe. Devotes as much time as he can to make sure any relationship he has is healthy.

So basically:

Everybody on this list: *frothing at the mouth, thinking of ways to keep their S/Os with them*

Bennett, Chongyun, Xingqiu and to some extent Zhongli: what the fuck

Your list... Simply amazing. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m beginning to wonder where other characters would sit on the list. Mainly Scaramouche though aha oops Anyways, please never stop sharing your thoughts!! They are so GOOD!

Xiao’s backstory and past is just perfect material to fuel his yandere desires. He’s suffered for so long and has never really experienced positive emotions, let alone love itself. The poor adeptus is always brooding on his own and here comes his darling, bright and happy and just...perfect. They’re like a glimmering star in his murky darkness and he wants to treasure them. There’s no way he’s going to let go of the feeling he gets when he’s with them, nor is he going to let them leave his side.

It makes sense that Diluc would also be at the top of that list. He’s got the making of a yandere, especially considering all of the people he’s lost in his life. Now that he’s found someone so important to him, he can’t risk losing them. It would destroy him if he found out that his darling got hurt or was even killed because he wasn’t taking enough precautions to keep them safe. He’d definitely blame himself if something like that happened.

Childe, pspspspsp!!! The power this man holds... Omg he makes for such a terrifying yandere. On the outside, he seems warm and disarming—just your normal, happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He’s not dangerous at all! No way. But under all of that falsified charm is someone who knows how to pull strings. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, so of course he has the means of getting you wrapped around his finger. It’s not all that hard when he’s got money, power, and strength. Plus, when he wants something he’s not going to stop until he acquires it; Childe lives for the thrill of chasing after you and it’ll be even more fun once he catches you. Someone should send me more thoughts about yan!Childe!!! orz orz

Albedo also qualifies as a neat yandere! Something about yanderes who are into science is just...fascinating to me. It’s also cool because Albedo’s rumored to be a homunculus, so that adds to the intrigue! Albedo has the resources to get what he wants as well. It won’t be all that difficult, and if it proves to be challenging he can just think of other solutions to pacify his darling. He is a researcher, after all, and a good researcher seeks to find the best solution to a problem.

Razor would be a feral yandere. He’s more action than words. He doesn’t put much thought into what he does because it feels more like an instinct to him. He’s just protecting his Lupical. There’s nothing wrong with that! So why are you acting so difficult? D: 

Like you said, Venti’s not aware of his manipulation and he just does it because it works. His belief that everyone deserves freedom is probably what really holds him back. He doesn’t want you to feel caged, but that feeling is practically inevitable since he’s always hounding you. Venti is a very suffocating yandere and he doesn’t even realize it.

KAEYA! KAEYA! I love the idea of Kaeya having some sort of blackmail on you—something so bad that you absolutely can’t let the world see. And so he uses that to keep you quiet. If you did stumble upon one of his secrets, he can’t possibly have you running that pretty mouth of yours. But if you do end up spilling his secret, it’s only fair that he shares yours, right? An eye for an eye, as some would say. Kaeya’s very smooth and calculative when it comes to handling blackmail. Whenever it feels like you’re trying to one-up him and possibly escape, he’ll flirtatiously remind you of the power he holds over you. Blackmail is rather compelling, is it not?

Zhongli does have the motive to be a yandere, as you pointed out, but he’s a strange case. On one hand, it makes sense that he’d want to protect his beloved at all costs, but on the other he’d probably be aware of these unhealthy tendencies. Although he probably uses the idea of a contract to keep your relationship going, even if it’s clear you don’t want anything to do with him. But if you do, that just makes it easier on him! 

NO BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME FOR CHONGYUN!!! Not the yan!Chongyun piece rotting in my drafts for a month or two now ehehee I had some thoughts about Chongyun but never bothered posting it for some reason. Anyways, I do think Chongyun has potential to be a yandere! As you mentioned, his congenital positivity can become an issue and he doesn’t want that to seriously affect his daily life. So he’s probably very pleased to find someone who can nullify that positivity. It’d be similar to Xiao’s case; Xiao likes someone who can be the light in his dark world. Chongyun falls for the person who can null his congenital positivity and is someone who he gets along with. 

The only way I can see Xingqiu being a yandere is if he wants a noble, storybook romance. Okay, that sounds strange, but consider it! He’s a huge bookworm who probably doesn’t exactly experience romance aside from what he reads in his novels. Although he doesn’t dabble in the romance genre all that often, he does like the idea of being a hero and sweeping someone off of their feet. So when he meets you—another fellow bookworm or maybe the two of you are thrown into an arranged marriage—he just feels an undeniable connection. This must be some form of fate or a sixth sense. Maybe he can be the main character of his own story! You’ll just have to cooperate and you can be the valiant knight’s love interest!

Bennett’s vibes are so nice. How could he be a yandere? He’s just too sweet and pure. He’s really just here to chill and gather an adventuring team full of great friends! But if anyone has any thoughts...please share them! 

That’s it. I’m writing about Scaramouche even though he’s not on the list. Please, why do I simp so much for him? Anyways, we don’t know nearly enough about Scaramouche to determine his backstory or past. But he just oozes yandere! Most of the Harbingers are probably the same, to some extent. He’s like Childe with all of the power and resources, but whereas Childe relishes in the chase Scaramouche refuses to put up with it. It’s just way too inconvenient for him. He’d rather catch you when you least expect it and then keep you for himself.

Gosh, he’s a very determined and possessive yandere with a strict agenda; this man probably cheats in order to get you. He’ll send his underlings to do the work in his place. They’ll stalk you and report back to him and it isn’t long before he learns of your friends, certain family members you’re close to, and even where you live. It’s terrifying, but this is Scaramouche we’re talking about. For someone so short, he sure knows how to intimidate and beat fear into those below him. Good luck to the poor soul who catches his eye. 

I must thank you for making that list! It was lots of fun to consider their mindsets and behaviors as yandere. :D

[mickey-gomez]

Mulberry Street

Chapter 5 of Fade Into You.

Word Count: 5002 (oops she’s a long one sorry)

Warnings/Tags: Angst, hints of smut and fluff, alcohol consumption, family anxiety, imposter syndrome, hint of generalised anxiety. 

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Ok so this one is quite dialogue heavy, not necessarily my strong suit, but hoping this chapter serves as one to push the story further along. Uses dialogue and story from SVU 2x01. Also hoping this chapter shows more insight into Rita’s move from an ADA to a Defense Attorney. As well as the beginnings of Y/N and Rita’s relationship. 

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I’ve been hesitant to post it. But here goes nothing!

Covers the “This is the part where you ask me out & I say yes”  square of Katt’s birthday bingo @storiesofsvu​ 

The larger part of your morning had been spent in the audience of the Morris Commission with Alex, as you observed Captain Cragen’s verbal dressing down and pummelling over his leadership of the unit. 

The pair of you quickly stood from your seats as the captain strode past you, and you both extended your hands as you introduced yourselves. He rolled his eyes in both of your directions and swiftly marched past you. The pair of you quickly followed suit, trying not to trip over your shoes and words as you chased after him. 

It wasn’t news that you were both new to the office, but the last thing you wanted was for that to become starkly apparent. 

“Let’s not start off on the wrong foot here, our assignment to SVU preceded the behavioural problems under your command.” Alex spoke first, and you winced internally at her choice of wording. Immediately recognising that she had fouled things between the three of you as you watched the captain’s jaw tighten and then square harshly. 

“Who do you sleep with Ms Grant? Ms Cabot? Are you both so new at this that you haven’t run into somebody you’d like to skip due process with?” Cragen uttered sternly, you opened your mouth to interject, a feeble attempt to rectify the current situation, but he continued his deliverance, ignoring both of your attempts to cut in. “I’ll apprise you both asap, if asap can be tomorrow. You understand I have behavioural issues.” 

“Certainly” you smiled politely before he turned and marched off.

“Breakfast then?” Alex called out after him, a smug smirk plastered on her face. She crossed her arms and curled her lips, almost as if she was pleased with herself. 

“Behavioural problems? What is wrong with you?” You hit her arm, your eyes wide and angry. 

“I was trying to be polite” she sniggered and raised her eyebrows as her lips curled further in self amusement and satisfaction. 

“I’m sure that’s what you were doing” you rolled your eyes, “C’mon I’ve already got the case files from the past year, and the entire unit’s jackets”. You walked off down the hallway and she strode in her heels to catch up with you.

“How did you manage that?” she asked in shock, eyes wide and burning with curiosity. 

“You catch more flies with honey Alex” you sighed loudly as you entered the elevator. You wanted to throttle her, she had just ruined your introduction to your new captain, and you realised that she might be so clueless and utterly unaware, as to realise how important it was to maintain a good working relationship with your squad. That she could be under the impression that they worked for you, instead of realising you were to coexist, that you needed to build a partnership that was cultivated upon mutual respect and hard work. 

You took a deep breath as you tried to subdue your anger. She had been immensely insensitive and disrespectful with her words, and overall demeanour, she had quite literally stuck her foot in it. 

You thought if it was anyone else you would have berated them, rebuked and chastised them in front of the court audience, but it was Alex, and you knew she was just as eager as you were to hit the ground running. So blindly zealous and eager to make a name for herself, but she was travelling down the wrong path, whether or not she realised that. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose as the elevator doors closed, a feeble attempt to prevent the looming headache you knew was due to strike any moment. 

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The remainder of your morning was spent in your office, inhaling coffee as you poured over the files, reading every line, jotting down small notes on your legal pad, fastening sticky notes and tabs along the edges of the endless pages. Walking down the hall into Alex’s office every so often to confer with her, the pair of you exchanging notes and swapping out files. 

You stretched out your arms and chest, yawning as you extended your arms out, your joints clicking as you rolled them. A groan leaving your lips as your spine popped, your bones snapping into place. Sighing you ran your hands over your face, you couldn’t believe how tired you were already, only this far in, with what felt like a lifetime to go. 

You closed yet another case file, and your hands hastily reached for your hours old coffee, sighing as you held the mug up only to find it empty and stained. You placed it back down on the edge of your desk and your eyes cast over to the gift that sat alongside, the pencils tied neatly in a bow. You had been thinking of her all morning, even when it felt so entirely inconvenient, flashes of her entered your mind. You had thought of her when traversing the court steps, when sitting on the wooden pews during the commission hearing, when you had trudged through the endless halls, and even as you had poured coffee. Your mind flickered and shon with images of her, vivid and profound as they played.

You smiled softly as you looked at the gift, and you reached your hand forward, almost hesitantly as your fingers hovered over your desk phone. You had yearned to pick up the phone and call her since your return to the city, and yet each time you had gone to do so, you had hesitated and allowed your fear and anxiety to take hold. 

You debated internally with yourself as your hand gripped onto the receiver. Was it too late? Would she want to hear from you?  She wouldn’t have sent the gift if she didn’t want to, right?. 

You went back and forth before forcing yourself to shill the self doubt, knowing that you were bound to run into her in the halls at some point, and you punched in her extension number. It rang only for a moment before it was picked up on the other end. 

“ADA Calhoun’s office” you recognised the voice almost instantly. 

“Hey Angela, it’s Y/N” 

“Y/N! How’s your first week treating you?” Rita’s assistant greeted you cheerily through the receiver. 

“Oh you know..” you quipped and she let out a low laugh on the other end. “Is she in?” 

“You just missed her I’m afraid. Did you need something? She’s got a spare thirty minutes later this afternoon, I could pencil you in..” 

“No, that's alright.” you paused for a moment, wondering what to say next. “Can you just tell her I called?” 

“Of course” 

“Thanks” you exchanged pleasantries, and said your goodbyes before hanging up. You sighed and groaned loudly as you leaned forward in your chair, running your palm over your forehead, you leaned forward and quickly flicked your wrist to check the time on your watch. 

You stood abruptly to cross the small room to retrieve your coat and purse. Shaking your head and running your fingers through your hair as you did so. “Get it together“ you spoke aloud to yourself, the sound of your small voice bouncing off the walls, almost as if it was haunting you. 

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You walked briskly along Mulberry street until you arrived at Il Cortile, you hadn’t stepped foot inside the restaurant in years, but it afforded you some comfort that it hadn’t changed one bit. The same copper penny tiles lined the floors out into the courtyard, accompanied by the same frayed wooden bar. You recognised the same staff working, who had done so for years, and how the ivy had grown further up the brick since your last visit. It almost mirrored your return to the city, so much had remained the same, and yet as you walked in further; so much had inevitably grown and changed. 

Stepping further inside the room, you followed the path out into the courtyard. Your eyes scanned the space, seeking out the familiar face of your father, ready to meet him for lunch. The one that he’d organised and promised you for your first official day as an assistant district attorney. 

A flash of hair caught your attention in your peripheral vision, and you turned to look further to your left, your eyes scouring the open room, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw who it was.

Rita glanced up from her phone and smiled at you. Everything seemed to slow down as your eyes met, as if it was the first time you laid eyes on her. Your heart beat just as fast as when you had first stayed up late speaking to her, indulging in far too much wine, when she had quizzed you and brushed the hair off your face, the tips of her fingers lingering on your cheek. 

Your stomach fluttered and your mouth dried as your eyes remained glued to the others’. You flicked your tongue out to run over your lips, your bottom one meeting your teeth as you roughly bit down. An attempt of a harsh reminder for yourself, to pull yourself together, to walk forwards and towards her. 

Rita looked fixedly at your mouth, before flicking her eyes up to meet yours, and you felt yourself becoming more flustered as you timidly approached the table, your eyes narrowing in confusion at the sight of her. 

“What are you doing here?” you stammered out with hesitancy and a sense of newfound frenzy, as you stood at the edge of the table. 

“The same as you I presume. He’s running ten minutes late by the way” she nodded with her head, an indication for you to sit. 

“Oh.. right” you shook your head lightly in realisation as you took a seat across from her. Shucking off your heavy coat and draping it over the back of your chair. 

“Drink?” She asked as she flagged down the waiter. 

“Just water” you ducked your head and reached for the glass in front of you. 

“It’s your first day. Surely you can indulge a glass of celebratory champagne” she declared, and you as you went to open your mouth to speak in protest, she shushed you, and you realised she was already placing the order.

It was silent for a few moments as she finished the order and put away her phone. You took a generous sip from your water glass and lifted your eyes back up to meet hers. 

“Thank you for the gift. I can’t believe you remembered that from all those years ago..” you murmured and she smiled softly, an all knowing smile, one that said you were foolish to question that she wouldn’t have remembered. 

“Figured you’d need the school supplies.” she shrugged her shoulders playfully, her eyes gleaming in delight, as she raised her perfectly curved eyebrows in pure zest. 

You laughed softly to yourself, she had remembered the exact scene from the film, and your conversation that had followed on that cold winter night. The same night where you’d stayed up until the early hours of the morning, conversing as you dissected the other, eyes looking over the tops of wine glasses, murmurs of truths uttered as you stretched out on the lounges. Your guilt simmering below the surface as Alex slept soundly upstairs, as your eyes flicked to the others’. Whether or not you were ready to admit it, that night had been your undoing, it sparked what would turn into a long run emotional affair. 

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smiled as your laughter subsided. The meaning behind the gift, despite her current teasing, still held an overwhelming amount of sincerity and warmth, and your heart beat faster as you now sat across the table from her. 

“We can’t have you writing in pen just yet” she teased further, her wit and vigour shining through, the one that always acted as her understudy. You realised she must have been just as nervous as you were to see her, she was throwing out bait in the hopes that you’d bite, in the hopes of exchanging playful verbal sparring instead of truly talking. Instead of giving her what she wanted, of giving in so easily to her playful taunts, of taking the bait, you merely rolled your eyes in an over dramatic fashion.

“So SVU huh? I see you’re already being punished” her laughter lilted through as she spoke, and instead of playing along, playing into it and giving her the smart rebuttal she desired, you felt yourself shrinking into your chair, your underlying anxiety now spiked and your nerves on a razor’s edge.

“So it is a punishment, isn’t it? I knew it” you snapped, uttering the words out suddenly and without realisation, quickly fiddling with your hands on the surface of the table. 

“Hey I was just kidding, is everything alright? No one’s giving you a hard time in the office are they?” She reached forward, grabbing your hands, stopping you from picking at the torn skin around your fingernails. She lowered her head, her eyes seeking out yours, a blend of compassion and concern washing over her. She knew she had pushed your buttons just that small bit too far, what had been playful prodding had now become personal, she had struck a nerve. 

“No it’s nothing like that. I just..” you shuddered as you diverted your gaze from hers, her hands giving yours a gentle and tight squeeze.  “I guess I thought it’d feel different, better somehow..” You sighed and silence settled across the table between the two of you, as she took a moment to think before she spoke again. 

“It goes away you know” she hummed softly, leaning further inward, her eyes searching yours once more. Her thumbs running along the soft skin of the back of your hands. 

“What does?” You glanced upwards, your voice soft and frail like as your eyes caught a glimpse of hers. Your voice was so faint, almost as if it had betrayed you, and as your mind began to race once more you took a deep breath in an attempt to stifle it. 

“That sinking feeling in your stomach, the one that’s marinating with that fearful voice in your head that’s telling you that you don’t belong.”  She spoke softly and her hands gripped yours tighter. “You focus so much on what you should feel instead of what you actually feel”. 

Part of you was amazed, astounded even, that she had read you so well. That she had intricate knowledge of your mind and knew exactly what to say to ease your stresses and restlessness. Then you remembered that she did this for a living, and that she was well renowned in your field, not just for her crafting of arguments, but for her noteworthy abilities that were shown during cross examinations and questioning. 

You ripped your hands from hers when the waiter appeared at the head of the table with your drinks. Your head swam as you wondered if she was being genuine and true, or if she was merely appeasing you, manipulating you to gain what she wanted. But you weren’t that easily deceived, right? 

“Cheers” you exclaimed loudly as you grasped at the champagne flute and forcefully clinked your glasses together. “Fake it ‘til you make it right?” You shrugged and forced a tight lipped smile, attempting to end the conversation, to put an end to any further shedding of vulnerability, not wanting to appear weak for her to only exploit it.  

“Stop doing that” her eyes narrowed and her voice hardened, in what seemed like irritation that flowed with a sense of authority. 

“Doing what?” 

“Shoving everything down.. Trying to compartmentalise everything into these neat little boxes. Stop beating yourself up so much.” her voice raised, and she pulled herself back, lowering her tone and sighing before continuing. “You know you’ve never had to fake it, there’s too much fire and passion under that hard shell of yours. You’ll run rings around all those other attorneys, they know it and you know it too.” 

“You think so?” you asked quietly, your voice fearful. As if she had clicked her fingers, you were back under her spell. 

“I know so.. So pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and stroll in there and snatch what you want.. Take it.” She accentuated the last two words of her speech, and you mulled over it, wondering now if you were still discussing work, or something else entirely. 

You took a large sip from your glass, the champagne running straight to your head. The air seemed to have shifted between the two of you, settling with a different fabric than which you had started with. The shift afforded you with a newly found confidence, and you found yourself taking her advice. 

You weren’t sure if it was her words, the champagne or the adrenaline coursing through your veins, but something had pushed you, verve and vigour on your tongue.

“Take it?” You asked, crooning as you brushed your eyes up to meet hers once more. There was now an unwavering fire that was burning beneath both of you. Your eyes remained trained on the other, like two animals starved, willing and ready to devour their prey. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip and bit into the supple flesh as it met your teeth. 

“Ah” she smirked, “There she is”. It was almost as if she felt pleased with herself, self satisfied that she had pushed you and finally received a worthy joust in return, even more seemingly pleased that you had returned it with a hint of lust.

She ran her eyes over the length of you, and the energy simmered between you. You leaned further forward, both of your peripheral spaces now seemingly invaded. You took everything she had said on board, all the praise and constructive criticism at once. And as your cheek brushed hers, you felt yourself inviting her in. 

“You want to know what I want?” You hummed close to her ear, your bodies drawing closer together, almost as if you were inevitably drawn to one another, tantalising and so utterly magnetic in your movements. 

“Tell me” she purred, and just as you took a shuddering breath, parting your lips to answer her, the sound of footsteps approaching and a figure in your peripheral vision caused you both to pull away. 

“Sorry I’m late, meeting in chambers ran late. '' Your father bellowed before sliding into the seat next to yours. You quickly swallowed the breath you’d been holding, and felt yourself dramatically cool. A wave of shame and a pang of immorality washed over you. You scrunched your nose up, and forced a tight lipped smile to grace your lips. 

“Nice of you to finally join us” you said in jest, forcefully redirecting both of your attentions, as Rita quickly sunk back into her seat. 

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You forced the pasta around the plate with your fork never truly taking a bite, as the conversation between the three of you went on. 

“You know she’s entertaining the idea of switching over to the dark side..” your father grumbled before taking another bite of his food. He went to speak again and you shushed him loudly, holding up a flat palm in his direction, an indication for him to be quiet. You whipped around, rapidly glancing back to Rita across the table. 

“You’re not seriously entertaining the idea of working defense are you?!” You were almost in disbelief, wanting it not to be true, for her answer to assure you of that. 

“Hey!” She raised her arms in the air, hands up in mock surrender. “The money is a lot better, and I’d know exactly what I was getting into. Less late nights spent pouring over files. No more homicide cases hastily thrown across my desk, no more political games and coups. Don’t get me wrong.. I voted for Schiff, but I didn’t vote for Lewin and my patience is waning thin with the pissing contest between Jack and the rest of the old boys club as to who takes over.” 

“So you are going to leave then?” you uttered suddenly, shock and gall evident in your voice and in the way your palms hit the table. 

“I’m entertaining a few offers” she was quiet as she spoke, taking a long sip from the glass of scotch in front of her. Almost as if she had been anticipating this, that at one point or another during your lunch that she’d need to defend herself. 

“All that time. College and then law school, clerking for him, rising through the ranks.. all to defend tax frauds and murderers?” You asked in pure disbelief, a small sense of anger rising in your throat, resentment and hurt evident in your tone. 

You knew you had no right to be angry, or to question her and her choices, but a selfish part of you felt that you were entitled to. She wasn’t just another friend, just another cog in the wheel that was the district attorney’s office. She was brilliant, and so very mesmerising. She was the envy of all ADA’s, so starkly remarkable in her work, the sort of attorney you looked up to and crossed your fingers that you’d one day emulate. 

You had been a part of one another’s lives for a number of years now, had spent many holidays and late nights conversing over constitutional law, with federal statutes and a diverse mix of hypothetical questions thrown in. With such intense conversations about law and justice, it now felt that all of those late night discussions were lies, deceptions, fabrications, meaningless even. It made you think that every word out of her mouth had been a carefully crafted lie, that every moment shared together had been a lie. 

“Everyone is entitled to the best defence they can afford.” She sighed as she continued to defend herself. “I've learnt that the hard way, and you will too. Give it time, we’ll be having a different conversation next year” 

“So this is about the money?” You racked your mind as to why she’d do this, relent on all of her principles, ones you thought you knew to be so inherently true, coupled to her core.

“Something like that” she smirked over the rim of her glass.  

“Rafael and I are trying to talk her out of it. But you know what she’s like. Her mind is already made up.” Your father droned on, and you ignored him as you and Rita continued your bickering. 

“So Instead of making a difference you’re going to act as a hindrance to justice?” you scoffed and she laughed, the sound of it only incensing you further. 

“What hindrance? You think everything is so simple, it’s not as black and white as you think. There’s so many shades of grey, give it some time, we’ll come back to this conversation in a year or two’s time, and you’ll see it’s not as straightforward as you’re currently viewing it.” 

“Oh bullshit!” you exclaimed, your face contorting tightly as your cheeks heated and you threw your hands out in dismissal.  

“We’ll make a shark of you yet” she laughed throatily before bringing her palms up to her face, running them over the expansive skin, allowing the last of her laughter to leave her body before gazing intently at you. 

You wanted to be angry at her over it, over her baiting you into the verbal sparring, over her choices, over all of it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, even now you still found her charming and ever so mesmerising, fascinating even. 

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“I was sorry to hear about you and Alex” She voiced once you were alone again. 

“Oh yeah.. I’m sure you were” you rolled your eyes and shot her a playful grin, she smirked over the top of her new mug of coffee, taking a generous sip even as your eyes stayed trained on the others’. 

“Have you been doing ok?” 

“Yeah.. I mean all things considered. In a way it was a blessing that it happened well before finals and the bar exam, it gave me time to lick my wounds before focusing on the end goal.” You spoke honestly, and the smirk didn’t leave her during the small entirety of your words. 

“What?” You asked, feeling a rising blush travelling up your skin as her gaze stayed intently trained on you, her lips upturned into a grin and her tongue darted out to meet her lips before her teeth tightly gripped onto her bottom lip. 

“Nothing” she sung, lightly shaking her head. You raised your eyebrows and gave her an all knowing look, pushing her to untangle herself further, to voice her thoughts. “It’s just nice to see you like this again.. that fire in you. That one I was pushing you for earlier. It’s been hiding underneath it all” she raised her hand in your direction, outstretched and pointed. 

“Well like you said, it’s always been there” you struck back. She was baiting you once more, and instead of hiding again, you met her in sparring. 

“Yes.. yes it has” she laughed lightly before a small instance of silence hung over you both.

“So shall we stick to eyefucking across dining tables? Or are you finally going to ask me out?” You let out, watching the way her expressive eyes simmered. 

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted me to or not” She shrugged nonchalantly, but you had been watching her, and had seen the fire that had simmered and then boiled underneath her eyes, before your lunch had even begun. It had become so sharply clear what you both wanted, but it seemed she was evident on you making the first move. 

“Oh now that I’m finally single you hesitate” you threw your hands up in the air, in mock defiance and ridicule, mimicking her previous actions. Laughing softly as you returned your hands and gaze back to the table. “Just to make things very clear.. Rita, this is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.”

She let out a loud and throaty laugh at your exclamation, and brought her head forward, tilting it and gazing at you as her lips parted to speak. You watched her intently as she ran her tongue over her lips and took a shallow breath. 

“Alright girls, I’ve got to get back to work.” your father’s loud voice startled you both as he returned to your table, pulling you out of your reverie with Rita, for the second time today. 

“Thank you for lunch” you said as you hugged him goodbye. 

“Well it’s your first day, can’t have you starving just yet can we?” He chuckled. “I’ll see you both for dinner on Sunday? Oh and Rita.. don’t let her get lost on her way back.” he uttered loudly and laughed as he walked out, leaving the two of you interrupted and alone once more. 

“Office, court or precinct?” Rita asked in amusement, delighting in the fact that she was entrusted as your chaperone for the five block radius of all three locations. 

“Office, you?” 

“Court but I’ll walk you. C’mon let’s go” she murmured as she held up your coat for you to thread your arms through. 

“You don’t have to, trust me I know the way.” you said indignantly, still holding an air of wit as she held open the restaurant door for you. Once you were both on the sidewalk she thread her arm through yours, and you accepted the seemingly innocent but intimate gesture. 

“Yeah I know but I want to” she sung lightly as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Rita..” you chastised and began to shake your head. 

“Shut up and let me walk you back. There’s a great coffee cart in Columbus Park that I’m in dire need to visit anyway”. And you did as she said, remaining quiet as your arms stayed connected and looped together. 

You both walked along Mulberry Street before crossing into the park, your arms falling out of bond, and as quickly as your arms fell, hands brushed against the others. But as quickly as your arms fell, she grasped your hand, threading her fingers with yours.

Rattling off both of your coffee orders to the cart, glancing over briefly for confirmation. You nodded affirmatively as you squeezed her hand simultaneously, and she smiled, almost stumbling over her words as she gave your orders. 

“So what are you doing on Friday?” she murmured as blew over the open lip of her coffee.

“Dinner with Alex, which will probably turn into take out in one of our offices at this stage.” you uttered with an air of annoyance and sheer fatigue. 

“Should I be jealous?” She smirked, you smacked her arm as you both let out small giggles and airs of laughter with her words. 

“We’re still best friends, you know?” you said as your laughter died down, it was important to you that everyone in your life realised that. Even if you and Rita were to finally become involved, you needed her to know that you and Alex would always remain friends, that you would always be in the others’ life, no matter what had happened and what the future held. 

You had been best friends for nearing eighteen years, and that wasn’t about to change now. Even after your break up, you had promised one another that your long term friendship wouldn’t disperse or melt away. That remained especially pertinent as you worked together in the same department and relied on one another.

“Ok so.. what about Saturday then?” she asked softly, pulling you out of your head.

“All yours” 

“I like the sound of that. It’s a date then” and you both smiled at the thought, your hands gripping tighter as you walked through the park.

[goldnratio]

documentaries and chill

pairing: spencer reid x female!reader

word count: 532

warnings: 18+ minors go away!!! afab reader, fingering, oral, not really edited because this has been sitting in my drafts for like a year-

a/n: wow!!! i haven’t written anything in a long time so my apologies oops! life is just being life, but I promise I have those requests and will work on them when I can. figured I’d just post this old drabble (?) since i feel bad for the semi hiatus lol

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the documentary —one of spencer’s choice, obviously— that you were watching was long forgotten. spencer’s above you and the couch’s armrest has you at an uncomfortable angle, but you could care less with how spencer’s hands feel between your legs. his fingers slowly circling your clit and occasionally slips a finger into you, but it’s just to tease you.

“spence! a little faster, please?” you whine, clutching the hair at the of spencer’s neck as his lips are connected to your collarbones, leaving marks that you both know will show tomorrow but you just can’t bring yourselves to care.

he laughs, you can feel the vibrations on the column of your throat. “what is it, baby? you need more?”

you frantically nod, and spencer—being spencer—gives you what you need. his fingers move faster to stimulate the bundle of nerves, and inserts two of his fingers into your heat that cause you let out a high pitched whine.

your hands are tugging on his brown locks as he makes his way down your body, leaving love bites that his tongue soothes after. his fingers keep a steady pace, pumping in and out of you. spencer’s head eventually makes it in between your legs, but his mouth is biting and sucking at your inner thighs.

“please!” you beg. “stop teasing me.” your hips roll, asking for more attention.

“what do you want, hm? you gotta use your words,” spencer hums. he gives your thigh a harsh bite, and the noise you make when his tongue subdues to pain goes straight to his dick. “you want my mouth on you, honey? you want my tongue?”

the speed of his fingers never falters.

“yes!” you pant. “god, I want your mouth—please, sir!”

you’re starting to feel close, and based off how tightly your clenching his digits, spencer can feel it too. so he goes faster, repeatedly hitting that one spot that practically makes you sing.

“you can have my mouth after you cum on my fingers, understood?”

you’re barely able to get out your response before your orgasm hits you. spencer helps you ride it out; your back arches and your hands tighten their grip on his hair, he groans at the feeling.

“good girl.” spencer’s fingers slow down, and you swear you can almost came again from the sight of his slicked fingers in his mouth. 

you’re still coming down from the first high, and the feeling of spencer’s tongue against your clit is so overwhelming that you scream.

it’s music to spencer’s ears, and he tightens his hold on your thighs.

your hands gravitate from his hair to his shoulders, simultaneously trying to push him away due to your sensitivity and trying to bring him impossibly closer because you just loved the feeling of his mouth on you.

with the way he moves, it doesn’t take much for you to cum again. you’re legs are shaking from how much harder the second wave of euphoria hits you.

spencer kisses his way back up your body, leaving a trail of his own saliva mixed with your juices. when he reaches your lips, you don’t hesitate to kiss him like your life practically depended on it.