#I need to draw her. for Jett..

[isjuice]

MIKU THE WORLD!!!

based off her project diva arcade future tone figure

[dykeforhire]

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x afab!reader

Description: a night out with the team and a hurricane shot strikes up some interesting experiences between you and Chief Prentiss.

Warnings: (18+) Smut (rough sex, choking, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, strap-sucking), dirty talk, use of she/her pronouns, pet names like good/pretty girl, etc but no full on descriptors.

Playlist: I Wanna Be Your Dog - Joan Jett, Mars needs guitars - Voodoo Gurus

Word count: 13k (sorry not sorry<3)

Read on ao3 | Masterlist

A/n: FINALLY ITS HERE!! enjoy;)

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It’s been a grueling week for the entire team. 

The last case was long and exhausting, a seemingly never-ending chase. That is until they finally caught the break they needed to take him down. It was like a tidal wave of relief had crashed over the team. And so, that is how you and the ladies ended up at a bar in town, huddled around a table in the corner of the room, passing around jokes and playing ridiculous games that co-workers most definitely should not play together. But tonight, you are all simply close friends.

“Okay, okay- Y/n! How about you?” JJ quipped playfully from the other side of the table, her warm, blonde locks tousled messily over her shoulder. “What is your craziest sex story?” 

You flush slightly under the gaze of your intrigued co-workers, eyes falling to the half-empty glass in your hand. “Oh man, I don’t know…” You tipped your head back in thought, gazing up at the ceiling with a squint. 

“When I was a teenager, I had this girlfriend…” You laugh at the ridiculous memory. “She’s a sweet girl, but she’s from a pretty religious family. And one time, when we were y’know… doing it in her bedroom, her mom walked in on me laid out over the desk with her daughter's head between my legs…” You heard a couple of gasps from around the table, followed by laughter.

“And her mother genuinely screamed and ran! I had to jump out her bedroom window half-naked!” You motioned dramatically with your hands, before sipping on your drink.

“Oh my GOD, Y/n!” JJ guffawed, tossing her head back in laughter. 

“That’s- oh my, I don’t think I’d be able to live after that!” Penelope sits stunned next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she shifts to face you, her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Yeahh… safe to say I never saw her again.” You chuckled. “Her mom sent her off to some private academy the next week, and the last I heard from her was in a letter she wrote, stating she found god and that I should repent too!” Your eyes widen for dramatic effect as you lean back in your chair, tilting it on its hind legs.

“Oh Jesus…” Tara mumbled, a low chuckle rumbling from her chest as she took a swig from her beer.

“Never again with the religious girls…” you shake your head, laughing to yourself silently.

“Unless they’re ex-religious! Those are the interesting ones…” JJ raises her finger in the air, giving you a bright smile. You can’t help but raise your brows at the response, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth as you give her a curious look.

“Are you insinuating something, JJ?” Your voice is low, your finger drawing circles over the rim of your drink.

“No! No… I’m one of them! I also just know a few things I shouldn’t about some people…” Her eyes drift conspicuously over toward Emily's shadowy figure in the corner of the table.

All eyes shift to her and Emily looks up from her lap, presumably fiddling with her cuticles. Her dark eyes, almost black in the low lighting, and her strong shoulders are sharply accentuated by the fitted blazer she has on.

You can’t deny the ridiculous crush you have on the Unit Chief. Ever since you met the woman upon her return from Interpol, you’d developed quite the infatuation. 

You’re entranced by the way she carries herself with such effortless confidence. The way her dark hair frames her gracefully (and very attractively) aged face, the way she handles a weapon, and the way she takes complete control over a situation fills you with a quiet aching that so desperately itches to be taken care of.

“What?” Emily deadpans, her perfect brows arching while her eyes search the faces of the table for an answer.

“Nothing, just JJ insinuating that you’re a freak in the sheets.” Penelope chirps. Emily rolls her eyes, her thumb and middle finger squeezing at her temples as she lets out a sigh.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t discuss my personal life at the table, Jayje.” She gives JJ a pointed look. 

“It’s just the topic of conversation, Em. I didn’t say anything, just made a comment.” JJ waves her hands in the air in sarcastic defense, shooting the ravenette a cheesy smile.

You know the women have been close friends for ages, but their banter seems to strike a faintly jealous nerve in your stomach. Do they have history? Or are they just so close that they know intimate details about each other's sex lives?

Either way, you didn’t really want to find out.

“I’m not very in favor of sharing details regarding my intimacies with other women… that’s strictly between them and myself.” Emily shifts so her arm could rest comfortably over the back of her chair. The buttons of her blouse pull tought with the position, showing a sliver of her milky chest.

Your eyes linger there for a moment, and upon their return to Emily’s face, her eyes are already locked on you. A smirk tilts the corner of her mouth, minuscule enough that you almost don’t notice it.

Chest thick with embarrassment, you turn your gaze away. A flush prickling over your skin.

“Oh! Let’s go dance!” Penelope suddenly blurts beside you, her hands tapping excitedly at your shoulders as she hops up from her chair.

The bass of the music buzzes through your bones as Penelope practically drags you to the cramped dance floor. 

You crane your neck to see if the others are following, you find Tara and JJ practically shoving Emily along. Her boot-clad feet shuffle across the floor as she moves, while a contradictory smile curls across her lips. You notice she’s shed the blazer, leaving her in a simple pair of black slacks and a matching button-down.

The air is cloudy and thick with the smell of sweating bodies and cologne. Penelope finds a decent-sized hole in the crowd and pulls you in, twirling you around as she begins dancing. You can’t help but laugh and wrap your arms around her, swaying back and forth in a soft embrace.

JJ’s hand suddenly cuts between you two, her cheeks glowing with the strength of her smile as she worms into Penelope’s space, bumping you out of the way with her hip.

You see Tara moving in closer to JJ and Penelope, but Emily is nowhere to be found. Your eyes scan the crowd, hoping to spot her head above the rest. Without luck, you begin dancing alone but close to the others. 

A pair of hands squeezing at your waist from behind causes you to jump. Quickly, you spin around, ready to confront whoever it is. 

Unsurprisingly, it’s a man you hadn’t seen, his face dripping with a thick layer of sweat. You could smell the liquor on him as he tried to pull you closer. Your fingers claw at his wrists in attempts to free yourself but to no avail.

He smiles eerily down at you, as your hands press against his damp chest, attempting to create enough distance to break away.

“Let g-” you start, but your demand is cut off when the man is aggressively shoved away from you. His arms clamber at the nearby bodies of strangers as he falls backward, inevitably landing on the floor despite his attempts to balance himself.

You jump back, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turn to greet your hero. 

And of course… It's Emily. And God, does she look hot when she’s mad.

Her face is red with anger as she brushes past you, standing over the man all while clawing at his shirt, her arms flexing under the material of her blouse as she lifts his torso from the ground, landing a solid punch across his nose before pulling him in close and shouting something illegible in his face. 

Your mouth hangs agape as the man wiggles away from her sheepishly, his eyes wide with fear and nose leaking blood as a few burly bar employees rush in and drag him outside.

She flashes her badge as one strides in her direction, waving him off.

When Emily turns back to you, the veins in her neck are bulging, pumping adrenaline throughout her body. Her eyes find yours immediately, big and full of concern. Her hands find you next, wrapping delicately around your biceps and pulling you against her chest.

Your limbs fall languidly around her waist as you lean against her. Her warm scent fills your senses as you take a deep breath, calming the incessant beating of your heart.

She smells like clean laundry and sweet shampoo, mixed with the heady essence of sweat that clings to the back of her neck. It’s intoxicating.

Your eyes scan the room in a daze of shock as Emily strokes the side of your head. But deep within you, something is crackling into a blaze– like the pit of a volcano that some delinquent teenager kicked a rock into. 

There was just something so attractive about her protecting you like that. Putting herself in harm's way, practically mauling that man for putting his hands on you.

You see Penelope shuffling into your line of sight, her warm hand reaching out to cup your cheek as her eyes worry over you. Emily pulls back from the hug, a hand sliding to rest against your trap, squeezing the muscle lightly as she watches your interaction with Penelope. 

“Oh, my sweet, Y/n! Are you okay? That was insane!” The woman crowds you, checking over your skin for any sign of blemishes. 

“Yeah, yeah, Pen. I’m okay…” Your gaze flicks over to Emily, her eyes already fixated on you. The darkness of her irises still glints with that mixture of anger and concern. She slips her hand from your shoulder, you almost protest the removal and reach for her again. But you don’t.

“Oh good. The audacity of men! Thank god Emily caught that!” Penelope sighs frustratedly, her palms cupping your jaw while her thumbs brush over your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah- thank you… Emily. Really.” Your eyes find her again, smiling shyly as she nods curtly in acknowledgment.

“It’s no problem. That douchebag needed a reality check and I was happy to give it to him.” She chuckles, showing off that infamous smile of hers. 

You can’t help but grin back at her, laughing softly as the image of Emily taking a man nearly double her size to the ground replays in your mind.

“My knight in shining armor.” You give Emily a pout, reaching out to punch her shoulder teasingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much now…” she scoffs. “Come on… I’m gonna get you a drink.” 

Before you can respond, Emily starts towards the bar. You give Penelope a quick smile, reassuring her and the others that you’re alright before quickly following after the older woman.

You find her perched against the countertop, resting one of her feet on the foot-rail. The sleeves of her blouse are rolled up to her elbows, her forearm muscles twitching deliciously as she reaches for her drink.

“Hey…” you settle in next to her, your arm brushing against hers with the closeness.

“Hey, you.” Emily smirks. “What are you drinking? Want a shot?” She looks at you excitedly, her brows jiggling as she flags the bartender down with a wave of her finger.

“Oh Christ... I don’t think I can stomach more shots. Water will do just fine.” You laugh, shaking your head. Emily nods in acknowledgment, repeating what you said to the man behind the bar.

“Thank you…” You give her a soft smile, fingers tapping anxiously on the mildly sticky wood of the bar. The feeling of being so close to Emily wracking your body with a sort of nervous energy. You could smell her perfume lingering in the humid air, a sense of groundedness within the unruly scene. 

“No problem.” Emily smiles at you over the lip of her drink, her nose crinkling as she takes a slow sip. 

The pair of you sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence while you wait on your drink, butterflies swimming in the pit of your stomach. 

You admire the way Emily’s skin glows in the low light of the bar, the faint colors from the dancefloor reflecting a warmer tone onto her porcelain complexion. With a flick of her chin, Emily’s thick locks whirl over her shoulder, giving way to the soft curve of her jawline. 

You’re pulled out of your trance when the bartender places the drink in front of you, which you immediately pick up and take a long sip. Emily studies you with an amused expression, her head tilting as she turns and leans her side against the counter.

“Ahh, refreshing.” you sigh, placing the glass on a napkin.

“Yeah?” Emily feigns a concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can get you a ride home if you-”

“Yes- sorry… I’m fine, nothing I haven’t seen before.” you flash her a tight-lipped smile as you reach for your drink again. 

“Well...” Emily’s warm hand reaches out, her palm rubbing over your tricep. “If you ever happen to encounter a guy like that ever again, just know you can always count on me to take care of it.” 

You can’t help the giggle that erupts from your chest. A blush spreads over your face as you shy away from her gaze, your full attention on watching the condensation drip from your glass.

“What?” Emily gives you a questioning arch of her brow.

“Oh- it’s nothing…” you brush her off, looking down at the amber liquid swirling in your glass.

“It’s obviously not nothing, you’re acting funny.” She chuckles, scooting a bit closer to you and resting her elbow on the bar top, somewhat trapping you in place. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh god…” you sigh, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you place the cup down and hide behind your hands. “You getting all aggressive when that guy was on me was kinda… y’know…” you peek over at Emily through parted fingers.

She has a sarcastically confused but prideful grin on her face, dark eyes raking over your body as she steps even closer.

“Was what?” Emily leans in, her hip resting against your own. “I’m not sure what you mean.” She tilts her chin at you, her tongue poking through her teeth suggestively as she speaks.

“I think you do, Prentiss… you’re a profiler AND you have eyes.” You scoff, downing the rest of your drink– a slight relief from the dryness in your throat.

“I might have an idea, but…” her eyes leave you for a moment, glancing at the crowd, before leaning in so close her lips brush against the shell of your ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Emily’s voice is molten against your skin, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. When she pulls away, it’s only by a few inches, her eyes trained heavily on you. Your eyes dart between hers for a moment, and you can feel the thick warmth pooling in your gut as she watches you. 

“It was really hot.” You state bluntly, a bit unsure of where the sudden courage stems from, but it leaves your mouth without a second thought. There’s a sparkle in Emily’s eyes when she hears those words, her small smirk growing once again.

“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” She reaches up to brush the loose hairs from your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You blush even harder as her hand gently cups the back of your neck.

“I bet…” her thumb presses into the soft flesh below your ear. “You would do whatever I told you to…” Her bottom lip glistens as she glides her tongue across the skin before pulling it between her perfect teeth.

You watch her thoughtlessly, eyes following the movement of her mouth as you struggle to find any semblance of a response. A bit stunned by how forward she’s being, but by no means opposed.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She cups your jaw, and you nearly moan aloud at the contact mixed with her words, successfully stifling it down to a hardly innocent whimper.

“Oh, she likes that…” Emily beams, her hand trailing underneath your chin to aim it towards her. “Hmm, let’s see… and how would she feel about being my good girl tonight?” 

You’re quite mortified by the statement internally, not in a bad way, of course— but it doesn’t show. Never in your wildest dreams would you think something like this would ever happen, especially since she is your boss. The same boss that you’ve been pining after for months. 

“Yes…” your voice is nearly a whisper, leaning desperately into her warm touch. Emily smiles proudly in the wake of your response.

“Hmm, well… why don't you start by dancing with me?” She squeezes your jaw before releasing it roughly. You let your head fall to the side as she downs the remainder of her drink. A dopey grin crosses your face as you look back at her through fluttering lashes.

“Come on, this is a good one…” Emily chuckles, gripping your clammy hand and tugging you back to the dancefloor.

[So messed up, I want you here]

The heavy sound of guitar fills your ears, you recognize the song instantly; I Wanna Be Your Dog by Joan Jett– of course, Emily loves this song. 

[And in my room, I want you here]

Emily wraps her arm around your waist tightly, pulling you flush against her body as she sways with the music. You let your arms wrap around her neck, fingers tangling into the hair at her nape as you lean into the embrace. 

Emily smiles down at you, and it's like there is no one else in the room. It feels like your skin is burning and you couldn't be happier (and hornier). 

[yeah, and now we’re gonna be face to face, ugh]

“You're beautiful, I hope you know that” You flush at the compliment, burying your face into her shoulder as your bodies twist together to the rhythm of the music. 

“Thank you. You’re really really gorgeous.” Your nose brushes against the soft skin of her neck as you return the compliment. You feel her finger looping through your belt loop, just barely grazing the curve of your ass. She chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from her chest against your own.

[And I’ll lay right down in your favorite place]

“Yeah! You know where that is!” You sing along to the song with a smile, pulling away from Emily and spinning around, your ass brushing against her front as you gyrate against her.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

Emily's hands settle low on your hips, the tips of her fingers digging into your upper thigh. You feel her hot breath tickling the back of your neck, soon followed by the subtle brush of her lips. 

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

You let your head fall back onto her shoulder, mouth falling open as she places a full-fledged kiss on the hot skin. Your hands settle atop hers, letting her wrap around your waist tighter.

[Now I wanna be your dog! Ow!]

“Oh, fuck…” you whimper as she nips at the shell of your ear, her hands gripping tightly over the muscle of your hip, shooting sparks of heat straight to your core.

You can hear her raspy chuckle, and you can already see the smug face she’s wearing in your head. You spin out of her grasp again– she follows along, twirling you a few times before pulling your front against her.

[Ooh, give it to me] 

“Ooh, give it to me.” you sing in unison with the song, smirking up at Emily as she growls in response. Practically eating you alive with her eyes, and god you wish she would.

“You’re naughty…” Emily’s hands slip into your back pockets as her thigh shifts between your legs, pulling you in. To surrounding eyes, the move might simply look like dancing with a girlfriend, but you both know that isn’t the case. Especially with the soft moan that slips from your throat as she flexes subtly, the hard muscle pressing against your center through the fabric of your jeans.

[Now I’m ready to close my eyes]

“Jesus, Emily…” You meet her dark gaze with hooded eyes, nails clawing at her shoulders for stability.

[Now I’m ready to close my mind]

“What, baby?” Emily’s voice is low, if it weren’t for the closeness you wouldn’t have heard it. Her nose brushes against your cheekbone, her breath hot against your skin. You shiver, preening at the use of the pet name.

[Now I’m ready to feel your hands]

“I think… I think we should go somewhere…” you practically pant into her ear, her hands pressing your pelvis into her harshly.

“So needy already, hm?” Emily murmurs, her body swaying to the music.

[Lose my heart on the burning sands, ugh!]

“Yes…” your nails press into the base of her skull, the sharpness makes her hiss.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you need, or you won’t get anything at all…” Emily’s eyes scan the crowd once again, watching as the team dances, off in their own worlds. You can only whimper in response.

“Although… the idea of letting you stew, all hot and bothered, suffering through seeing me tomorrow and thinking about what I could do to you, does sound quite enticing…” She presses her cheek against yours, her canines grazing the flesh.

“Please…” You’re practically falling at her feet, breathless and desperate for mercy. Desperate for anything she could give you.

“Please what?” 

“Please… I need you.” You pull back for a moment, meeting her eyes with a daring glance. There’s a flash of something deep within her irises, dancing beneath her long lashes.

Emily smirks, studying you for a beat before one of her hands reaches up to brush a few stray hairs from your face, trailing over your cheek and neck before settling against your collarbone.

“There you go…” the lines of her eyes crinkle as her smile widens, her thumb dipping into the hollow of your throat.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

“Now I wanna be your dog…” you sing quietly, eyes never faltering from hers as a silent declaration.

Emily pulls her lip between her teeth, her palm sliding up your lower back. There’s a faint flush creeping up her exposed chest, you want so badly to press your lips against it. Feel the heat of her soft skin.

“You’re heading into dangerous territory, agent…” Her hand grips at your waist, squeezing just enough for you to let out a quiet yelp.

“I’d like to think I’m well prepared… Chief.”

Emily holds your gaze, just smiling down at you darkly. For a moment it looks kind of like she’s about to lean in and kiss you, but the moment is swiftly whipped away when Penelope makes a sudden appearance.

“GUYS! They’re doing hurricane shots at the bar!! You have to watch!” She babbles excitedly, pulling you and Emily apart and dragging you to the bar.

Emily shoots you a glance, a shocked expression crossing her features. You chuckle, shaking your head as you let yourself get dragged across the room.

The bar is crowded with rowdy patrons as they all watch the bartender climb atop the bar, sitting in front of the eagerly awaiting young man.

His cheeks are flushed a deep shade of crimson as the woman leans in to make sure he’s ready, when he nods there is a roar of cheers and a sea of phones being whipped out to record the interaction.

“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!!” Penelope squeals, jumping up and down and clutching at your arm.

You look over at Emily with an excited smile, she winks causing you to look back in the direction of the bar.

There’s a short countdown before the man quickly shoots back the shot, lowering his hands to brace himself as the bartender unfurls the cup of water over his face and lands a sharp slap across his jaw.

“Ohhhhh!!” The crowd whoops, bursting out in laughter and cheers as the man flushes impossibly deeper, stumbling out of his stool towards his cheering friends with a cheesy grin.

“Jesus…” Emily murmurs, looking at you and Penelope with a shocked expression, “She did not hold back.”

“I would so do that.” You say aloud before you even realize what you’re confessing.

Penelope turns to you, aghast but intrigued, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You should do it! Tonight! Oh my god, let’s do it now!” Penelope jumps up and down excitedly, hands gripping your shoulders as she shakes you.

“Oh man, I don’t know… I’m not sure how I feel about a stranger slapping me.” You tilt your head in contemplation.

“I’ll do it,”  Emily turns toward you, a smirk playing over her lips. “If they even allow that.”

You see a flicker of something behind her eyes, and you are so very interested in what it might be. 

Penelope grows even more excited at her statement, gripping both of your arms and giggling adorably. 

“Oh my gosh, guys… this is going to be so good,” the blonde beams, tugging you and Emily under her arms in a side hug. “You both are freaks... But I love ya!”

“You really wanna slap your subordinate across the face, Prentiss?” You challenge her, chewing at your bottom lip. “In public, nonetheless?”

Emily sighs, letting out a low chuckle. “I am not your boss tonight, Y/l/n… this is just fun between friends.” You notice the flush creeping up her neck as she speaks, and her eyes glistening with the unmistakable sheen of arousal. 

“If you say so…” you smirk, your pointer finger prodding at her waist from behind Penelope’s back. 

Penelope shrieks, dragging you and Emily towards the others.

“Guys! Y/n’s gonna do the hurricane shot with Emily!!” She announces, which grabs a few shocked expressions from the rest of the team.

“Oh, yeah?” JJ gives Emily a suggestive look, arching a brow.

“Yeahhh…” you and Emily say in unison, glancing at each other crookedly.

“Well let’s do it then! I’ll grab some shots and water.” Tara waves her hands up excitedly, stepping off towards the bar.

You stand between Penelope and JJ shyly, your fingers suddenly becoming very interesting.

“Alright… two shots and two waters.” Tara places the tray on the table. “If you guys are gonna do this I wanna see it both ways.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of slapping Emily back, but you most definitely aren’t turned off by the idea. Matter of fact, the idea turns you on… quite a bit.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Emily questions you earnestly, but you can still see the excitement in her eyes as she gets closer.

“Yes. I’m sure.” You hold her gaze longer than you should, just staring. With a nod she steps back, picking up one of the shots before handing the cup of water to you.

“I’ll go first… ready?” She plants her feet on the floor and lowers herself slightly so you can angle yourself better.

“As I’ll ever be…” you laugh as you stand in front of her, readying yourself.

Penelope stands to the side counting down as Emily puts the glass to her lips, when she reaches one, Emily tosses it back as fast as possible, relaxing the muscles of her face in preparation for the incoming slap.

You toss the water at her as soon as her mouth is closed, hesitating momentarily before landing a solid crack just above her jaw.

The group cheers and Emily’s eyes shoot open wide, immediately connecting with yours with a groan. Her black irises gleam dangerously as a welt the shape of your hand forms over her cheek.

“Whew!” Emily shakes herself out, putting the glass back on the table and picking up the water for herself.

“You good?” Tara asks, knuckles pressing into Emily’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m great… that was nothing.” She scoffs. “You hit like a little girl.” 

“Your face says otherwise…” you tease, eyes raking over the red splotch once again.

“Whatever…” Emily rolls her eyes, raising her palm to the side of your head to guide her aim. 

Penelope starts the countdown once again, and you’re shuddering in anticipation, planting your toes and raising the shot glass before tossing it back on the count of one.

The icy water hits you before you even have the chance to fully swallow, and the singe of Emily’s palm against your cheekbone brings tears to your eyes.

Not because you were actually in tremendous pain, it hurt, but that’s simply your body's natural reaction to the deliciously overwhelming nature of what just happened. 

And to be quite honest, you would let her do it again.

You can hear the faint laughs and cheers of the people around you as your mouth falls open, releasing a thick breath as you squint up at Emily through dripping eyelashes. 

Her brows hold a bit of concern in their creases, but the smirk she’s wearing says otherwise. She knows you liked it. 

“That was fun, wow-” You wipe the water from your face, tapping gently at the stinging skin of your cheek. “I think I’m done for the night now…”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we all cool it…” JJ steps behind you, squeezing your shoulders as Penelope hands you a few napkins to dry yourself.

“We all do have to be at work tomorrow morning so…” Emily chuckles, running a hand through her dampened hair. “Don’t want my team chasing killers with hangovers!”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, this was fun!” JJ leans into your side as she bids her goodbyes, repeating the process with the rest of the women before heading to the bar to pay her tab and leave.

You, Tara, Penelope, and Emily settle back down at the table, settling back down at the table for a while, nursing some water and a shared plate of fries.

As the first yawn of the night strikes Tara, she bids her farewells and Penelope soon follows, leaving you and Emily completely alone for the first time tonight.

“So…” Emily starts, standing up and moving to a chair closer to you, she leans back in it, looking over at you— blank of expression except for the faint tilt at the corner of her mouth.

“So?” You mirror her, raising a brow.

“Alone at last…” she smirks, the toe of her boot poking out to slide up the back of your calf. 

“So it seems…” you retort lowly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “How’s your face?”

Emily chuckles, running a hand through her hair before brushing her fingertips over the fading redness on her cheek. “Doesn’t hurt… just stings a little, but it’s good.” She smiles, folding her hands together over her lap. “How’s yours? Looks pretty sore to me…”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” 

Emily just looks at you for a beat, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes trail over you the same they did at the bar earlier.

There’s a mysterious and alluring tension lingering between the two of you as you stare at each other, a hunger within synced breaths and static touches. The rise and fall of her chest draws your attention as if it’s calling for you through the open collar of her shirt. The sun-dappled constellations across her skin, the sheen of perspiration between her breasts, the dainty chain that sits in the dip of her clavicle— it’s all overwhelming. 

“Dance with me again.” Emily jumps up from her seat and tugs you from yours, not asking, ordering.

“And what if I don’t want to dance?” You slip your fingers between hers and let her lead you to the dance floor.

“Well, you certainly aren’t putting up much of a fight…” Emily murmurs, glancing at you. You admire the slope of her nose as she does so, the faint arch, the sharp tip, the tiny scar below her columella.

You stay silent as Emily guides you into the crowd,  letting it envelop both of you. Shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, the smell of liquor and the pungent mixture of perfume and body odor filling your senses.

The bass of the music makes your lungs feel as though they’re vibrating, Mars Needs Guitars by the Hoodoo Gurus.

Emily wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you against her and swaying.

[I’m primitive, I’m a primitive man, got a primitive girl, we make primitive love]

The lyrics make the urge to be closer to Emily nearly impossible to ignore, not that you really can get much closer— your chests are already pressed together, bodies sliding against one another.

“Where were we…” Emily smirks, her fingertips digging into the flesh of your hip. “Y'know… before we were rudely interrupted.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong…” you scan her face, taking in the gleam in her dark eyes. “But I think you were about to kiss me, Chief…”

[I'm primitive that's what I am, I'm your primitive mate, I wanna be your man]

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her free hand climbing up your side and landing at the base of your neck. “I think you’re right…” her lips curl into a wolfish grin, perfect teeth fully on display.

“You should. Kiss me, I mean…” your fingers twirl the hairs at the base of her neck, “only if you want to, of cour-” Emily silences you, swooping in and pressing her lips against yours with an aggressive passion.

You let out a shocked moan as her palm cups your jaw, tilting your head as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. You graciously let her in, opening up just enough for her to lick inside your mouth before twirling against your own muscle.

[I said, I’m primitive, I’m primitive, you know what that means]

Clutching at the nape of her neck, you pull Emily impossibly closer, clawing at her skin and kissing her as if your life depends on it.

Ignoring the surrounding bodies bumping against you, the kiss grows hungrier— deeper.

It’s sloppy and open-mouthed, teeth and tongue clashing carelessly. It’s anything you could ever want, and you desperately need more. 

Pulling back reluctantly, you look Emily in the eye, noting the swollen redness of her lips— her cheeks glazed and flushed. You think about how you probably look quite a mess if the way you felt on the inside matched the outside in any sort.

“You taste good.” Emily murmurs, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth, the tip of her nose pressing into your hotly blushing cheek.

“I want you to taste more…” you groan, pulling her mouth back to yours, sealing your lips together and sucking in a sharp breath. “Do you want that, Emily?” Another kiss. “To taste me...”

“God, I want that so much.” She says through gritted teeth, “Let me take you home… have my way with you…” The hand that was on your jaw slips in your hair, tugging just enough for your head to tilt back. 

You let her trail hot kisses over your throat, without a single care that wandering eyes can see. 

“Please…” you whisper through panting breaths, “I want-hm… do whatever you want, I’m all yours.”

Emily’s lips drag over your pulse point and jaw, nipping at the skin every once and a while. “That’s quite the statement, agent…” she nips at your earlobe, “do you think you can handle me?”

“Yes…” you gasp as she digs her thumb into your hip, sucking the earlobe into her mouth. “I want it… I can take it.” You turn slightly to press a kiss to her cheekbone, your hand sliding down the back of her neck and under the collar of her shirt, before settling between her shoulder blades.

Her skin is hot to the touch, sweat lingering in the dips of muscle— you want nothing more than to lick it off of her.

“Come on…” Emily slips from your grasp all too quickly, her hand grasping yours and pulling you back out of the crowd.

The lights and bodies blur around you as you’re tugged along, you can make out the phone in Emily’s hand, probably setting up a ride as she is way too respectable to get herself a DUI in the name of sex.

Emily’s hand slips from yours when you reach the table, making quick work of scooping up both of your belongings. With a nod of her head you’re following her out the door, hand fisted in the back of her blouse as you try to keep up.

“Impatient are we?” You joke, nudging at her hip through the fabric.

Emily shoots you a warning look as she holds the exit door open, making sure to slip a quick handful of your ass when you pass, pulling a squeak from your throat.

The waiting period is short, but still incredibly awkward. The brisk nighttime breeze— blowing Emily’s raven hair into her face. You watch with desperate eyes as she lifts a hand and tucks the flyaways behind her ear.

The night casts a blue film over her body— pale, sweat-dampened skin, glowing in the moonlight. She looks like pure sex and adrenaline, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she turns to look at you.

“Are you sure you’re sure about this? You can always back out and we can just keep it… mildly professional…” Emily trails off, searching your expression for any form of doubt.

“I think I made it pretty clear what I want, Emily. I want to do this—” You step closer, taking her hand in one of yours while the other cups the side of her neck. “I want you.”  Your lips brush against hers as you pull her in, tongue darting out to moisten the skin before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. 

Emily’s hand clutches at your waist as she moves to deepen the kiss, her lips parting and letting your tongue dip inside— dancing over her teeth and twirling with her hot muscle. 

If you could equate the feeling to anything, it would be like slipping a nicotine pouch into your mouth and letting it soak into your gums. The sweet taste of her mouth pulls a sting from your salivary glands as if you’re sucking on a sour lozenge.

Your hips press against Emily’s, the cool metal of her belt buckle nipping at your belly through the thin fabric of your shirt.

A moan slips from your throat, fingers tangling in hairs at the nape of Emily’s neck. You hear her groan as you tug gently, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

The sound of tires on gravely pavement and the obnoxious beeping of a car horn pull you out of the moment. 

“Cars here…” Emily whispers against your lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of hers.

With a sigh, you step back— letting Emily open the car door for you to fall inside. The driver greets you with a disdained ‘Hello, Emily?’ To which she responds with a ‘yes’, buckling her seatbelt and urging you to do the same.

Emily’s hand lands atop your knee, her thumb pressing into the flesh teasingly. You give her a pleading look. A look that begs for her to keep touching you and never stop. She just smiles.

Somehow you both manage to keep it PG for the entire ride to Emily’s place, not wanting to traumatize the poor driver.

Her quaint townhouse is unsurprisingly gorgeous, exactly the type of home you’d picture a woman like Emily Prentiss living in. The brick walls are pristinely kept, with some sort of ivy growing over them.  

“This is nice…” you exhale, eyes wandering over the building. Emily’s hand is steady on your lower back as she guides you towards the front door.

“Thank you… I’m quite fond of it myself.” She chuckles, pulling her keys from her purse and unlocking the door.

Stepping inside, you’re met with a rush of something entirely Emily. The scent of her perfume and musky cashmere candles— even the familiar note of her Marlboro cigarettes in the air.

You watch as Emily places her things down and tosses her keys into a dish on the entryway table, then turns to face you— leaning her hip against it.

You stalk over to her, placing your things next to hers and mirroring the position, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in her form below the dim light of the foyer.

“Hi.” She murmurs, her hand reaching up to run along the side of your face.

“Hi…” you lean into her palm, fluttering your lashes as you stare at her. Her thumb brushes over the sore spot on your cheek and you suck in a hissed breath.

“Still sore?” Emily’s eyes trail over the blotchy red spot over your cheekbone before leaning in and pressing a featherlight kiss over the sensitive skin.

“Just a little, only to the touch.” 

“Hmm…” Emily pulls back, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. “A little pain isn’t a bad thing…”  

Your gaze falls to her mouth, entranced by the way her lips move as she speaks, the delicate lines in the rosy skin— the dimples that make her angular and sexily aged face look rather adorable.

“Definitely not,” you wrap your arms around her waist, nestling into her.

“You’re a tease, y’know?” Emily chuckles, her fingers raking through your hair.

“Enlighten me?” You smirk, tucking a hand in the back pocket of her trousers.

“Well for one…” she dips down and presses a single lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’re so eager to please…and I love that.” Her hand fists at your hair—forcibly yanking your head backward, making room to kiss and nip at your neck. You let out a desperate gasp.

“Like right now for example…” She sucks at the sweet spot below your pulse point. “Letting me pull your hair, mark you up like we don’t have work in the morning…” her teeth sink into the curve of your jaw, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“So needy…” you feel her nails against your scalp, her tongue dragging hot, wet lines over your skin. “You’re practically a puddle on my floor, love…”

“Please— Emily…” 

“Please what?” She nips at your earlobe before pulling back to look you in the eye. “You’re gonna have to use words if you want something.” 

“Take me to bed…” your hands grasp at her back, clawing at her through the fabric. “Please—need you.” You breathe wildly as your hand moves to fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, fingertips prodding at her sweltering skin through the seams.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Her hand slides from your hair, her thumb and index finger pinching at your chin to lift your face towards her. 

“Yes… I’ll be so good. Whatever you want… I need it.” You surge forward, attacking her mouth with enough force that she stumbles backward. 

She corrects herself quickly, gripping at your head as she deepens the kiss. Her teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging on it before letting it pop back into place.

Your breath fans across her face as you just stare at each other with lust-filled eyes. Emily smiles devilishly, her hand wrapping around your throat with a groan as she pulls you back to her mouth.

She kisses you almost selfishly, stealing all the air from your lungs as she practically swallows you whole. 

You fumble with the buttons of her shirt as her tongue licks into your mouth, popping them open from the bottom up. 

The air grows stifling as the sounds of your mouth against Emily’s fill the room. The moans, the frantic sounds of wet suction, the ruffling of clothes against bodies… It's completely suffocating in the best of ways.

Emily tightens her grip on your throat as she begins slipping off her shoes, kicking them to the side as she pulls you towards the bedroom— you can’t help but whine.

You manage to completely open her shirt by the time the back of her heels hit the stairs, your palms flattening over her belly. You can feel goosebumps spreading over the soft flesh as your nails dig into her sides. 

Emily releases your mouth with an audible pop as she slides her hand from your throat and down to the collar of your shirt— gripping it and pulling you up the stairs.

Your eyes are wide and wild as you make the treacherous climb, hands clambering at the walls— at the back of Emily’s legs.

The second floor smells more like Emily than the first, and it excites you more than you could ever possibly enunciate.

With a wickedly strong hand, Emily shoves you into the bedroom door. Forcing a small grunt out as you collide with the solid wood, it morphs into a gasp as her lips reattach to yours.

With her body pressed firmly against you, her hands start roaming over your clothed skin aimlessly. You reach for the doorknob, twisting it open and stumbling inside as she grips at your shirt. 

Her fingertips slide beneath the fabric, running over your stomach and the sides of your rib cage before pulling the offending fabric over your head and discarding it.

Her hands cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly through your bra. You let out a choked moan at the sensation, your hands knotting in her hair as you try your hardest to keep kissing her.

Emily doesn’t linger long outside of your bra, making quick work of pushing you further into the room and swiftly unclasping it with practiced ease.

“Bed.” Emily’s voice is low and raspy as she orders you, her hands tugging the bra from your arms and forcibly shoving you down onto the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” You gasp, scooting up onto your elbows and spreading your legs mindlessly— already so accommodating.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Emily growls, unbuckling her belt and slipping her trousers off before crawling over you and settling against your pelvis.

You catch a glimpse of the simple black cotton briefs she has on, the color starkly contrasting her pale thighs.

“I couldmh-” Her lips are on yours again before you can finish your sentence. The kiss is urgent, her mouth opening and closing against yours desperately.

She moves her assault down your neck and chest, giving you a chance to catch your breath. “I could say-hmph.. the same for you—oh fuck.” her lips close around your nipple, sucking the already pebbled flesh into a solid peak.

Emily’s teeth scrape over the bud before soothing the sting with a swirl of her tongue, while her hand works in tandem with the opposite breast; squeezing, tweaking, pinching.

“Fuck that feel nice…” you pant, sitting up in your elbows to watch as Emily continues her affections.

“Yeah?” Her eyes flick up to yours, irises black and shining. Her cheeks shine with a faint dusting of flush, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones.

Her tongue is boiling against your already hot skin, dragging over each dip and curve with an agonizing slowness.

“Yes… love your mouth.” Emily smiles as she swiftly moves lower, biting just below the curve of your breast. Your head falls back with a sigh as she moves to take your nipple in her mouth again— hollowing her cheeks as she sucks, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud.

Your hands claw at the back of her neck and shoulders, pulling her closer. 

“Such a gorgeous thing… so perfect.” Emily groans, releasing you from her mouth and climbing back up to kiss you again.

“Thank you…” you smile into the kiss, nipping at Emily’s bottom lip before swiping your tongue over it. Emily chuckles, taking your tongue into her mouth and closing her lips around it.

Your hands wrap around her middle, trailing over her sides and up to the clasp of her bra. “May I?” You whisper, pressing a light peck to her top lip.

“I suppose…” Emily practically purrs, her arms sliding up so her elbows rest on both sides of your head—trapping you.

The clasp is undone in a matter of seconds, the fabric falling loosely between the two of you.

“Let me see you.” Your hands press at her waist, urging her to sit up, but she doesn’t budge.

“That’s not how we ask for things, sweetheart.” Emily’s hand moves to cup your face, her thumb sliding over your jawline and down to your throat.

“Please… I want to see you—please let me see you.” You practically moan, your body writhing desperately beneath her weight.

“Good girl.” Emily smirks, patting your cheek. You can’t help but whimper at the residual stinging from the slap earlier.

Emily sits back on her heels, slipping the bra from her arms slowly, teasingly. Your eyes are wide as you watch her, scrambling up onto your elbows. 

You trail your gaze from where her hips meet your inner thighs up to her face— the delicious curve of her hips, the lines of her belly that falls ever-so-slightly over the edge of her pants, the dusting of freckles across her skin, the heaviness of her breasts as they drop from the cups of her bra.

“Oh, fuck me.” you sigh, eyes frantically taking in every detail you could find. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this…” you laugh in disbelief— can she get any sexier?

You reach out, fingertips barely making contact before she’s shoving you back down on the mattress— one hand holding your wrists above your head while her other is wrapped solidly around the base of your neck.

“I never said you could touch.” Emily looms over you, her face mere inches away from yours. You can feel her breasts pressing against your own, her belly brushing against your pelvis with each breath.

“I’m sorry… Please, let me touch you.” You whimper, eyes pleading.

“I might have to teach you a lesson if you keep misbehaving like this, y/n…” Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, the tip of her thumb feeling along the ridges of your esophagus. “You wanna touch me so bad, hm?”

“Yes. Please, Emily... God, please let me touch you.” You’re practically gasping for air as you beg, the feeling of her body over you, her hand on your neck, her lips just out of reach— it’s all too much.

“I love it when you beg. So eager…” Her thumb prods at your lips and you let your mouth fall open, allowing her entrance. “I’ll let you touch... but on one condition.” The pad of her thumb presses down on your tongue, all you do is nod.

“I’m gonna sit on your face, and you’re gonna make me cum…” you moan at her words, closing your lips around her digit. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes.” Your hands clutch the pillows where they’re being held. Emily smiles, craning down and pressing a rough kiss to your mouth.

She slides off of the mattress, pulling her panties down and tossing them at you. Her scent hits you almost immediately, the rich, heady smell of arousal and something purely Emily.

This might just kill you.

“Lay back on the pillows.” Emily instructs and you nod, eagerly moving up the bed.

Emily crawls back onto the mattress like a panther, her hair falling like a curtain around her face, enhancing the dark look in her eyes. You feel like you’re being hunted and you couldn’t be happier.

Emily straddles your waist first, leaning down to kiss over the hickeys on your chest and neck— her hands grasp at the headboard as she moves up to your head. You wrap your arms around the back of her thighs as she gets comfortable, palms sliding over the smooth skin.

Your mouth waters as she gets closer, the source of her arousal only inches away from your face.

“Stick your tongue out.” Emily barks, you oblige— opening your mouth and letting the muscle hang out as far as it’ll go.

She smiles innocently at you before lowering her sex onto your awaiting mouth. You groan at the taste, the vibrations pulling a gasp from Emily’s throat.

Her hips stutter slightly as she grinds herself along your tongue. You grip her ass, holding her steady as she moves.

Emily’s hand falls from the headboard, landing at the crown of your head— gripping at your hair as her hips begin rutting harder against your mouth. 

She uses her grip to angle and maneuver you, fucking herself on your tongue. You curl the muscle ever so slightly, letting it dip inside. 

She tastes absolutely heavenly and you can’t get enough. 

Panting breaths fall from her lips as she lets the pleasure overtake her, letting her weight settle atop you. It grows a bit hard to breathe, but you couldn’t care less. Emily Prentiss is actively riding your face— a better death does not exist. 

You gaze up at her with heavy lids, watching the way her breasts sway with her motions, the way the muscles in her stomach clench each time you rub against a sensitive spot, the sweat glazing over her chest. You can feel the trimmed hair over her pubic bone tickling lightly at your nose.

You reach a hand up, cupping a singular breast and brushing a thumb over her nipple. Emily groans, meeting your eyes with parted lips. The hand in your hair screws tighter causing you to moan against her— she twitches, breathing out a quiet whimper.

“Fuck, baby… such a good mouth.” Emily pants, her pace quickening as she chases her orgasm. You squeeze at her breasts with both hands this time, pinching at her nipples.

Her hips grind fast and hard against your mouth as she reaches the final throes leading up to her orgasm. The sound of your mouth against her sex is absolutely filthy, tongue and lips working in tandem, sucking and licking.

“Shit—” Emily hisses, shuddering above you, her body clenching and face screwing up with pleasure as she tumbles over the edge. 

You feel her pussy flutter against your tongue as she eases herself through her orgasm. Your hands fall to her sides, squeezing gently as an aid.

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her fingers untangling from your hair and running over the messy locks, smoothing them. 

She looks down at you again, her face flushed a deep red. You run the tip of your tongue through her slit, flicking at the underside of her clit, teasing— she flinches, swatting your forehead and lifting herself off your face.

“Naughty girl…” Emily dismounts, swinging a leg over you and sitting back in her heels.

You just smile dazedly up at her, limbs flopping against the bed and face slick with the remnants of Emily’s arousal.

She leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. Her tongue— licking into your mouth, humming as she tastes herself on you.

“You taste good.” You murmur between kisses, hands sliding over her sides. Emily hums a wordless agreement, her hand inching its way over your thigh. Her nails drag over the sensitive skin, you spread for her, hoping for any kind of relief from the burning affliction between your legs.

“I can feel how wet you are from all the way out here…” Emily whispers, her fingertips teasing the hem of your underwear near your inner thigh. “So warm…” Her palm slides over your covered mound and up to your abdomen. You pant, your body arching into her touch. 

“You did good.” Emily hums, nipping at your jaw, her hand tracing delicate patterns over your chest. “Now… I want you…” she pauses, circling your nipple. “To sit at the edge of the bed, I’ll be right back.” With that, Emily abruptly slips from your grasp— leaving you exposed, goosebumps engulfing your body as the cool air rushes in.

“What…” you furrow your brows, reluctantly sitting up and following her orders. You watch as Emily nakedly disappears into what appears to be a walk-in closet.

Taking a moment to breathe, you inhale to a count of three, hold, then exhale the same. As Emily fumbles around in the wardrobe, your heart thumps wildly in your chest with anticipation.

When she re-emerges, a wave of heat rushes straight to your core.

Clad in nothing but a thick leather harness over her hips, she stalks towards you holding two dildos— one probably average-sized and the other a bit smaller.

“Take your pick.” She holds them out.

You analyze them both for a moment, either would be fine, but she wants you to decide.

Biting your lip, you take them from her, feeling their weight—their girth in your hands. You decide on the bigger of the two, you most certainly won’t mind feeling the remnants of tonight in the morning.

“This one.” You go to hand it back to her, a shy smile gracing your lips.

“Strap it in for me, baby.” Emily steps closer, jutting her hits towards you and tossing the other dildo onto the nightstand.

Nodding, you slip from the bed— landing on your knees in front of her. Emily hums at the sight, her fingers smoothing over your hair.

Once the toy is secured, you look up at her with wide eyes, nibbling at your lip. Your hands slide over her calves and up her outer thighs, steadying yourself as you lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of the toy's head.

“Fuck, you don’t have to do that…”

“I want to…” you sit up a bit, pressing a kiss below her belly button, taking the length of the toy in your hand and stroking it slowly as if it were a part of her body. 

And with the soft noises Emily makes, it certainly feels like it might be. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock, baby? Get it nice and wet for me?” Emily's voice is rich as velvet as she strokes your hair, her hips rocking forward in your hand.

You lick a stripe along the underside of the shaft, humming at the feeling of its ridges against your tongue, the faint taste of cool silicone.

Your eyes stay on hers as you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before urging forward— taking about half its length before you pull away in favor of not gagging.

“Jesus Christ…” Emily crouches, bringing herself more in reach. “Such a perfect little slut… on her knees, taking my cock so well.” 

You moan at the filthy praise, your sex clenching around nothing as you grind subtlety into the air. 

Her hand clutches at your scalp while the other rests on her hip, not forcing your head— but keeping it steady as you bob slowly, taking more and more length with each pass. 

Your eyes water as the toy hits the back of your throat, but you don’t relent. You just keep pulling her closer, urging her on. Emily groans, somewhat in awe of how well you’re doing.

You watch her face the best you can through teary eyes, noting how her brows knit together each time you release faint noises around the toy, gurgling tremendous amounts of saliva as you let her fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, enough of that… get on the bed.” Emily tugs you by the hair, pulling your mouth from the appendage. “Now.”

You gasp as she spins you, shoving you down face first— pinning you to the mattress, your feet still planted firmly on the floor.

One hand remains tangled in your hair while the other grips at your hip, pulling you against her. The toy prods at your inner thigh, and you can feel her hot breath against the back of your neck as she hunches over you.

“God, I bet you’re drenched…” she growls, the hand that was on your hip— snaking between your legs, her svelte fingers sliding through your slick folds. “Hmm, would you look at that… I was right.”

You buck into her hand as she brushes against your clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat.

“Please…” you pant, arching into the mattress.

You can feel Emily’s breasts pressing into your shoulder blades as she lets her weight fall onto you, keeping you in place.

“Please what?” She draws featherlight circles over your swollen nub. 

“Please— Emily… fuck me.” You let out a choked moan as she adds more pressure, tweaking it between scissored fingers. “I need it… please. I need you inside of me.” Your body shudders, knees weak as she nips at the cartilage of your ear.

“Hmm, good girl.” Her thumb runs through your slit, teasing at your entrance before dipping inside.

You mumble out your pleasure in illegible babbles, body gyrating against the mattress in an attempt to further soothe the desperate— burning ache in your sex.

“More…” you pant, hands clutching at the duvet. “I- fuck...” a sharp moan tears from you as she pulls out and pumps two fingers inside you, curling— pressing.

“Such a needy girl…” Emily purrs against your ear, dipping down to bite at your shoulder. “Taking my fingers so well.” She puts more force behind her thrusts, the lewd squelching sounds echoing throughout the room.

“Oh—fuck…” you push back against her, needing to feel her deeper. The hand in your hair loops over your shoulder to squeeze your breast aggressively. 

“You want my cock, baby?” She pinches your nipple between her middle and index finger. “Want me to fill that pretty pussy?”

“Fuck yes. Please...” You crane your neck, her nose pressing against your cheek as you pant. “God, please fuck me.”

“Spread your legs.” She nips at your jaw, fingers slipping from your clenching pussy and gripping the base of her cock, coating it with your arousal. 

You spread yourself open as much as possible, raising a knee to rest against the mattress with a whimper. You can feel your wetness dribbling down the inside of your thighs, it’s humiliating and Emily is eating it right up.

“What a fucking slut… making such a mess.” Emily runs the tip of the toy through your folds, before drawing teasing circles over your clit. “So desperate to get fucked, spreading herself open for me. God, you’re perfect.”

You moan at the praise, arching your back and jutting your ass into the air. Emily groans, slapping your ass cheek before canting forward, barely pressing the head of her cock inside.

“Ooh, fuck.” You moan, clutching at the sheets as you brace yourself for the intrusion. “Fuck me…” 

“I am fucking you, baby.” Emily mocks, expelling a breathy chuckle before rutting herself even deeper inside. 

The pressure forces a silent moan out of your throat as you clutch at the bed sheets. The ridges of her cock— rubbing delectably against all the sensitive spots within your walls, stretching, filling you up.

The rhythm of Emily’s thrusts begin to gain more fluidity, dragging the entire length back and forth in an agonizingly slow gesture, the head tapping at your cervix with each pass.

“Shit… harder.” You pant, using your hands to rock back against her thrusts.

Emily straightens out with a guttural groan, a sudden gust of cool air fans across your back in her absence, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her strong hands clutch at your hips, fingernails digging sharply into your skin as she pulls your pelvis towards her forcibly, meeting her thrusts— the entire length of her cock slamming into you without relent.

The pure force of it nearly knocks the wind out of you, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure pooling wildly, deep in your gut.

“Fu-uck…holy…shit…ohmygod.” You moan, your words escaping in choked spurts as you drop from your hand to rest on your forearms. 

“Mm, I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to fuck you.” Emily murmurs, you can hear her panting breaths as she keeps up her rhythm. “I've been wanting to have you like this since the day I met you…” 

You hardly register the words as they float over your head, the feeling of Emily’s aggressive pounding practically knocking your brain from its place in your skull. But you register them enough that a faint smile curls into your mouth as your top half falls limp against the bed. Your bottom half pushes up onto tippy-toes, better angling yourself for the older woman. 

“Me too… God, you’re so fucking hot, Emily.” Your body feels like it’s burning as you try to steady your erratic breathing. “You feel so good…”

“I know I do, baby…” You can feel the smirk on Emily’s face as she says that, one of her hands shifting to swipe over your hypersensitive clit. 

You twitch at the sensation, your body arching into the air— attempting to further itself from Emily’s hand against your own will. But God, you want her to touch you like that. To work and play with your body till you’re shaking and crying with overstimulation.

“So sensitive…” She purrs, the hand that’s still in your hip travels up the length of your spine, her palm pressing into your tense muscles, before landing at the base of your neck— tangling in the hairs and shoving your head into the soft duvet.

Somehow, her thrusts manage to hit even deeper with the new angle. Her body looming over your back as she angles the toy downward— you can feel her in your guts, the skin of your lower belly brushing against the sheets as the tip prods through the skin.

Emily’s hand on your clit seems to sense it, easing up on the throbbing bundle of nerves and sliding to cup herself over your abdomen.

“Feel that, baby?” Emily presses her palm against the protrusion, adding pressure as her thrusts slow but gain in force. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”

“Ungh- yes… I love it.” You gasp, letting the Unit Chief manhandle your body. The power of her hips, plowing you further into the mattress— her hands, firm against the back of your neck and belly. You can hear the slapping of skin on skin, her heavy panting, the thumping of blood in your ears.

Emily groans at your desperation, gripping harder at the back of your neck and tangling her fingers in the hair at your nape. Your back arches almost painfully as she tugs, using it as an aid as she fucks into you.

“Mm, scoot up on the bed for me.” She grits, her voice low and gravelly as she uses her free hand to lift your lower half onto the mattress. You can’t hold back the whimper that falls from your lips as her cock slips out, the wet silicone— dragging a slick trail over your inner thigh.

Emily grabs your waist as you try to move up the bed with wobbly limbs, flipping you onto your back. Her hands slide up the back of your thighs, cupping the posterior of your knees and pressing them to your stomach.

The feeling of her hot mouth over your sex shocks you, a squeak slipping out as you twitch against her flicking tongue. The muscle is anything but gentle as she licks through your puffy folds— dipping into your entrance and gathering your arousal with a pointed tongue, before spreading it messily over your clit.

“Oh!” You yelp, your hands moving to grip at her scalp through parted legs. 

“Mm, you taste good.” Emily hums, the vibrations sending an extra wave of pleasure straight through you. Your hips buck wildly, already overly-sensitive from the aggressive onslaught of her strap-on. 

Placing a final wet kiss on your clit— Emily rises, shifting so that her pelvis is pressed to your ass, the toy resting between your legs. With a wolfish grin, she releases one of your knees, using the now free hand to align the toy with your entrance.

Your breath comes in frantic, shuddered gasps as you watch her. She teasingly swipes the tip through your folds before slapping over your clit, causing you to twitch and whimper quietly.

Your hands settle on the base of her ribcage as she uses her thumb to press the head inside, the majority of its length gliding in without any resistance.

“Hm–fuck.” You gaze up at Emily through half-lidded eyes, her face and chest red and glistening with sweat from all the exertion. 

Leaning back and resting a hand on the bed, her hips begin rolling into you smoothly. Her eyes travel the length of your body, so thick and heavy with the weight of desire it makes you dizzy.

Her lips part as she pants slightly, her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips— muscles beneath the soft skin of her abdomen flexing.

You let your head fall back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as you try to focus on how she feels inside you. The feeling of her long fingers gripping at your thigh as she pulls you against her, the blunt ridges of her cock rubbing against your g-spot— knocking tiny whimpers and moans out of you with each pass. The familiar, and rather rapid, burn of a climax building in your womb. 

Emily’s thumb stroking your clit pulls you out of your thoughts, forcing you up onto your elbows. You manage to look up at her again, she meets your eyes with a smile— bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she watches your body shiver under her ministrations. 

“How ya doing, baby?” She purrs, licking at her thumb before placing it back on your clit, circling. “Feel good?” 

“Yes… harder- I need you harder.” You reach out, clutching at her forearm. “Wanna cum so bad. Please.”

“Yeah?” Emily leans forward, the hand that was on your thigh moving to wrap around the base of your throat as the one on your clit loops under your arm, bracing herself between the pillows and your shoulder blade. “My needy girls gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock?” 

You can only nod as her fingertips press into the sides of your neck, staring up at her in a lightheaded daze. She uses her grip as leverage as she speeds up, pulling you into her powerful thrusts. 

Your eyes practically roll out of their sockets at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Your stomach and breasts sliding against one another as a layer of sweat forms between overheating bodies. 

“Open.” you hear Emily murmur, nipping at your bottom lip. Eagerly obliging— you tilt your chin up to meet her, letting your mouth fall open. Her saliva coats your tongue not even a second later, you groan at the taste of her, letting it settle into your tastebuds for a moment before swallowing.

“Thank you.” You smile, pleased, craning up to kiss her again. 

She catches your moans in her mouth as she fucks you hard and steady— taking what she wants without abandon, and you’re more than happy to let her do so. 

Your arms wrap around her torso, nails digging into the muscles of her mid and upper back, muscles that flex and curve with each perfectly calculated, punishing thrust. Emily hisses and you think for a moment that you might’ve drawn blood— but the worry is quickly washed away as the hand on your neck snakes between your legs, pressing down on your swollen nub.

A sob wracks through you as you hurdle closer and closer toward the edge, that consistently rising flame in your gut rapidly approaching a full blaze. 

“Fuck, Emily… so close- please, can I cum?” you choke out, eyes struggling to stay open as her intensity grows.

“Good girl, go on…” she puffs, her mouth moving to suckle at your neck. “Cum for me, honey.” 

The mixture of Emily’s low, rough voice, her teeth nipping at your jugular, and the fingers on your clit— shoves you right off that cliff. The coil of tension in your belly snaps like a wishbone, causing your body to lock up on itself. Your muscles tremble and your sex clamps down on Emily, holding her in place. 

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as the immense pleasure distorts your features, eyes clenching shut— forehead crinkling. It’s like a fireworks show setting off on the back of your eyelids as you let the waves wash over you, flashes of pure white heat. 

Emily noses at your jaw as your body relaxes— trembling in her tight grasp. 

“Jesus Christ…” she chuckles wryly, pressing sloppy kisses over your chin and cheek. 

“Fuck, I think I might’ve just seen him.” Your arms fall limp at your sides, fingers splaying out over the sheets in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth. Your pussy flutters around the toy as the final aftershocks run their course, your breathing quick and shallow. 

Emily laughs again, nipping at your collarbone before letting her head fall to rest against your shoulder. 

“Man, I am getting way too old for this.” She lets out a drastic sigh. “My back will most definitely be feeling it in the morning.”

You scoff, swatting at the back of her head. Emily shoots up, giving you a curious but challenging look.

“Oh, stop it.” You pet the offending spot gently, soothing whatever hypothetical pain she might be feeling. “You are not old.”

“Forty-six is pretty damn old…” she arches her brow.

“More like pretty damn sexy…” you grin cheesily at the Unit Chief, raising your hand to wipe a few sweaty strands of hair away from her forehead. 

Emily smirks, growling as she swoops down, kissing you hard. You wrap your arms around her waist, your body arching into her as her strap shifts inside of you faintly. With a burst of confidence, you shove the older woman off— flipping her onto her back and swinging your leg over her hips before letting the toy sink inside you once again.

She stares up at you with wide eyes as you let out a breathy moan, grinding your hips subtly.

“Now you don’t have to worry about your back.” You tease, smirking down at her as your palms land on her chest, cupping her breasts.

“Mhm…” Emily’s hand clutches at your hips, her thumb digging into the sensitive muscle over your hip bones while the other folds behind her head. “Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy the show? Let you do all the work?”  

“Well where’s the fun in that?” you whine, frowning at her as you pick up speed— raising off the toy momentarily before plopping back down into Emily’s lap and repeating the process over again. 

“But you look so pretty like this…” Her fingers trail over your stomach, the muscles twitching beneath the skin as she passes, cupping your breast in her palm and tweaking your nipple with her thumb. “And I must say, I do love watching you work for it.”

A whimper slips past your lips as she brings her hand out from behind her head, wetting the pad of her thumb with her tongue before pressing it to your clit, drawing slow circles.

“Emily…” you groan, falling forward onto your elbows, your face inches away from Emily’s. “Fuck me.” 

She doesn’t need much convincing because as soon as those words slip from your mouth it’s like a switch flips. Her arm wraps around you, fingers tangling at your scalp and tugging your head back harshly. Her mouth is at your throat next, teeth scrapping over the thin skin. 

She plants her feet on the mattress and fucks up into you, hard and fast, forcing a strangled sound to escape from the depths of your throat.

“This what you wanted?” The skin of her hips slaps against the back of your thighs. “Wanted me to pull on your hair and fuck the shit out of you like the slut you are?”

“Yes-ohfuck, yes…” you gasp, the head of her cock hitting particularly deep while the base of her harness nudges at your clit.

“Dirty fucking girl…” Her palm lands on your ass with a sharp slap, the sound of it cracking through the near-silent room. 

“Mph, shit- slap me again.” You cry out, clutching at her shoulders as you try to sit up, rocking against her thrusts.

Another slap comes down on your ass, more solid this time. You smile at the mix-up, spanking is nice but you want something more. You want it hard and across your cheek, you want her to grip at your jaw so hard it feels like it might break under the pressure, God you want her to do it all. 

“No… hm-slap me across the face.” You pant out, meeting her eyes. “Please…” 

“Fuck… I knew you liked that.” She groans, her hands slipping for your hair and cupping your cheek, rubbing at it before pulling back and landing a harsh crack against the flesh. 

You let your head roll with the force of her hand, the sting shooting straight between your legs as Emily smiles up at you almost as if she were in awe.

“I loved it.” You correct her, falling back down against her damp chest and burying your face in the crook of her neck. Breathing her in, you note the faint smell of sweat mixed with the lingering essence of her perfume. 

You run your tongue over the vein that protrudes just above her collarbones, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Emily puffs out a shaky breath as she keeps up her fast-paced rhythm, using both hands on your hips to move your body in time with the strokes.

“Emily-” You gasp, clutching tightly at her as your second orgasm begins to build. 

“Yeah? Already close baby?” She turns her head, her cheek squishing against yours. 

“Yes… fuck keep going, just like that.” Your teeth graze at her pulse point, the movements of both bodies growing wild and sloppy— aimed solely at getting you there.

You can feel her nails digging into your skin, freckling your waist and hips with tiny red crescent moons. Your chests rise and fall rapidly in tandem, and by the looks of it, Emily might be on the verge too.

“Can you feel it?” you ask, dipping a hand down to tweak her nipple. 

“Yes, might cum with you if you keep doing that…” Emily’s voice is almost needy as she says it, and you might be addicted to how desperation sounds on her. 

You hum, pinching harder— she reacts with a jerk of her hips, slamming the head of her cock into your cervix. 

“Shit, Em-” You moan, panting wildly against her neck. 

She keeps pumping into you like that, jerking up roughly and hitting the same spot over and over again— it drives you absolutely wild. You can feel the muscles in your legs begin shaking as they struggle against the rhythm, relying completely on Emily’s strength to keep you going.

“Using nicknames now, are we?” She chuckles breathily, bumping her head against yours as she tries to face you.

“Shut up…” you avoid her gaze, shying into her neck further.

“Look at me.” Her tone is one that makes your ears perk up, immediately doing as you're told. “I wanna see the look on your face when you cum, you look so gorgeous like that.”

Your lips part slightly, eyes locking on her with heavy lids as you try to keep them open.

“That’s a good girl…” Sweat beads at Emily’s temples and down the valley of her breasts. “Come on, cum for me again, baby.” 

Just watching the look on her face is enough to push you over the edge, your spine curling into the air as the floodgates burst inside you, ripping a shuddered moan from your throat.

You can hear Emily’s quiet gasps as she keeps pumping, chasing her own orgasm. She finishes not long after with a shudder and a low groan through clenched teeth before promptly pulling the toy out. 

Your torso lies limp against her, breathing quick and shallow as you work through the tiny shocks that seem to wrack your entire body. Emily’s palm slides over your spine, rubbing soothing patterns over your vertebrae. 

“Thank you.” you rasp, pressing a chaste kiss below her ear.

“You did well...” her blunt fingernails scratch over your shoulders, a wave of goosebump spreading across your naked skin. “So good for me.”

You smile softly at the praise, the gentleness of it juxtaposing with the rest of the night almost hilariously. Emily shifts below you, single handedly loosening the harness and wiggling out of it— tossing it haphazardly into the room.

“How does a bath sound?”

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A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed reaading that as much as i enjoyed writing it... happy masturbation!!

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[yandere-wishes]

Okay I have another idea for the Batwoman!fam au

Imagine if Damian’s darling wasn’t good at training at the League of Assassins, sure she is the child of two assassins who were hand picked to make her, but she is also being trained to me a wife and mother, and those two roles don’t always line up. She just can’t make herself kill, no matter how hard she tries. She is a perfect fit for being a vigilante because she can fight and extremely well at that, she just can’t kill.

Or another idea, because Cass was made to be the perfect weapon and, there is the idea of her parents being skilled assassins, so like what if Cass and Damian’s darling were sisters, half sisters maybe or full blooded, but just they never knew it because they were raised away from each other and they had no idea because there was no reason to know because they were born for very different purposes.

-lots of love❤️🪽

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Darling, I love how your brain works. It's true Damian's darling would be a perfect vigilante. Strong but kind. I think maybe that's what draws her to Kate in the first place seeing someone so strong, so skilled yet still riddled with compassion. For the first time in forever she doesn't feel weak or misplaced, she's finally found another like her…

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ As for her and Cass being sisters, that would be a cool dynamic!! Lord knows I have the BIGGEST crush on David Cain (I want to be sandwiched between him and Deathstroke so BADLY) so having him be the reader's bio dad would certainly be interesting. I mean reader wouldn't know it, she never needed to know it. Her whole world was supposed to be Damian, he was the only relevant thing in her life Talia made sure of that. I guess that could add to the reasons Kate was so eager to take her away. She wanted the poor girl to at least experience having a semi-normal family. I seriously wish there was more media for David Cane, it would make it easier to incorporate him into the story lol.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Anyway have my rambles on "No Killing" (Corvid) reader and the tortures she gets put through thanks to Damian~❤️❤️

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ Song: Crimson and Cloverby Joan Jett

There's a contradiction festering within you. You try to gulp it down, to drown its bitter taste with rich irons and salts. But the dreaded thing won't die, it screams and wails into the night. The iron rots between your teeth, pricking needles into your tongue.

Satisfy or defy. You don't know which is which any longer.

Damian holds your hand as you lurk through the foreign palace, his fingers are curled tightly against yours squeezing at random intervals as he twirls his sword. "I've beheaded their king, rotten old man didn't even put up a fight." you offer him a sweet smile, as silent congratulation. Not that he needs it, no, Damian Al'Ghul doesn't need to be reminded of his worth, his merit. Instead, you do, you need to follow the rules laid out, down to the miserable T. If you don't, well, you wouldn't know what else to do.

There's a soldier writhing on the cobblestone floor, he spits when he sees the two of you when the emerald green of the uniform registers for an omen of death. Damian scowls "You dare disrespect the demon's heir?" he's about to slice the man's neck when he stops. The sunrise reflects terribly off the silver of his sword.

"I apologize," he says turning stiffly towards you, there's specks of pink blooming across his cheeks. As he shifts from one foot to the other. "You may have this kill, my lady."

The way he calls you his, makes your blood run cold. It's like being reminded to breathe, being reminded of rigid realities.

"I-I don't really feel-" he cuts you off by dragging you closer. Pushing you down until you're kneeling above the man. Damian slips his hunting knife into your palm and laces his fingers with yours once more. The oriented blade comes down bursting the jugular vein wide open. The soldier's blood spills onto your face painting you in that unholy crimson shade.

You feel the bile rising, the acid burning as you try to hold it in. Damian gingerly laps at the blood on your cheek. His warm tongue feels like the embers of hell melting through your flesh. He pulls you onto his lap, giggling sardonically as he kisses the gore clean, teeth pecking at your neck and collarbones. Wringing the skin in definite signs of himself. You stay frozen, suffocating, you don't bother guiding his hands or whispering love stories into his ears. You don't do as you were taught. Instead, you stand still. Waiting for the world to pass.

The sun oozes from the horizon. It looks like a blood fountain. You feel sick again.

That night you claw at your throat until the blood sweeps out. The tears don't stop, they flow down your pretty face until your eyes are as red as the soldier's crimson blood across the blade. Your nails pick at the lovebites, at Damian's essence across your skin. You wish you could peel them off like stickers. You wish you could be clean again.

You pray Damian dosen't notice your eyes when he sneaks into your room. But he never does, instead he nuzzles into your neck lulled off to peaceful sleep. Never once haunted by the lives he's taken.

You try to close your eyes. To sleep away the dread. But his body reeks of the insufferable substance, crismon and iron. Your most hated endeavor. You push your face into the pillows, trying to ward off the scent.

By morning the smell will cover you too. That perfect murderous perfume. Shouldn't you love it though? Shouldn't it remind you of your husband-to-be?

Master Talia says your father was one of the greatest assassins the league has ever fostered. His skills rival Batman and Deathstroke. You don't like how the information coils across your brain, slithering into the neurons filling you with anguish. How your veins pulse with the blood of a killer.

'You did this to me' you want to scream when your master's back is turned. 'You broke me!' Your master may be the only parent you've ever known, but you still can't stifle the blame. She had you birthed to be a contradiction. A mother and a killer. She had her finest birth an anomaly just so she could ensure her son a lover. You hate her for it…

And yet whenever she hugs Damian you are reminded that she loves you too. That she raised you to be her place holder once her time has come. She is in everyway your mother and in every way your tormentor.

You can never be her. You can never stomach the blood.

The problem with Gotham, your master says, is that it always finds a way to send its filth to the league.

You watch tentatively as she lands a kick across the intruder's back. Watch as she stabs her blade between the woman's ribs and claws at her eyes with her nails.

Damian stands beside you blade drawn. He's ready to engage upon command. Ready to protect. But Talia never calls her son, there is a personal vendentate in the way she mauls the woman.

The woman never once draws her blade. The batwoman with the blood-red hair doesn't kill. Her stance, her punches, her kicks. They hold no mortality. They are used in defense, offense, to hurt and protect…

But they are not made to kill. She is not made to kill.

She is just like you.

There is a bat who flies into your window on nights when the Demon's hire is not lurking inside your chambers. She tells you tales of a land shrouded in darkness, where a single king quarrels vigorously against the evil permeating his kingdom. She speaks of him with such respect, with a stiff adoration like resisting patronymic psalms. She tells you how brave you are for sparing blood. She says you are like her, like him, in every way. Singing lullabies of a world where blood isn't shed. Where justice reigns supreme.

She makes your chest swell with hope.

"I had a nightmare" you confess. The lady in red…and black -Kate as she insists you call her- only kneels down, her bloody smile pleasant, calming.

"What kind of nightmare?" she asks with a tone you can't quite place. "I was drowning" There was a pause, four heartbeats, yours and hers before you continued. "The water was red, I could feel them pulling me down." She looks at you with slight terror ringing across her eyes.

She cradles your cheek in her hand before pulling you close. It's not the bone-crushing hugs Damian gives you. The possessive vice of a dragon who knows you belong to him. It's not the rare ceremonial pat on the back that Master Talia offers from time to time. No, it feels warm and worried. Tight and soft and all so sweet. There is no warning no definitive. It is simply meant to comfort.

It feels like love. At least you hope it does.

Damian pulls you into an empty room after your training. His lips are on yours biting the chapped skin, licking your teeth, and pushing his tongue inside. "I missed you" he mumbles sternly as he cradles your body closer.

He's been gone all week. Accompanying his Grandfather on a mission in the east. You don't ask for details, because you know that he will tell you. He will spare no macabre piece as he tells you how he snuffed the life of those Master Ra's has deemed sinners.

You can still smell the blood on him as he rakes his fingers through your hair. Kissing down your shoulder and arm. Sucking and biting the pulse point on your wrist. "I love you" he admits through a sigh. Like a gulp of air after being submerged for far too long.

"I love you too…" you lie.

"You could come back with me" she offers one night sheepishly biting her lip and looking out at the crescent moon. "Back to Gotham I mean, you'd be safe there, happier too I think." You pause for a moment, staring at her, she doesn't smell of bloodshed or duty. Only lavender and responsibility.

Kate Kane, you roll her name around in your mouth, letting the letters morph and crack until they almost spell "Mother".

You nod.

In Gotham, you thought you were free. Free from that atrocious scent of blood. Free from the man you didn't love. But now the demon's heir has come to Gotham.

Damian's hands wrap around your neck, it reminds you of the times you used to hold hands. His voice is distorted all anger and accusations.

He no longer omits that gruesome aroma. But you know better, you know who's holding his leash. You know he'll snap the moment his father looks away.

He's violence born, and violence raised. That will never change.

You're in an alleyway having been confronting a thief mere moments ago. Routine patrol, until he had showed up. Emerged from the shadows just like in your nightmares. You'd thought he'd tackle the thief, play Prince Charming, and try to "protect" you. But instead, he'd targeted you. Thrown you to the ground and screamed as he laid punches across your body.

"Why did you leave me?"

It sounds so innocent, so juvenile A little boy with a broken heart. But your bones start to bruise under his fists. And you know this is no little boy, no, this is a monster.

Damian gets up quietly, he stalks closer and closer to the terrified man. You hear the haunting sound of a sword being unsheathe, close your eyes and wait for the misreable sound of blade against flesh. But it never comes, instead there's a painful tug on your hair, pulling you up.

Damian wraps your hand around his sword, fingers entwined his breath hot on your neck. "Please don't" You beg between sobs. "I have to" he mutters as he brings your hands down slicing the man from his shoulder to his hip. The body falls and so do you.

Damina kneels next to you, wrapping his arm around your body and tucking your head beneath his chin. There are blood drops on your face, the odor invading your senses, suffocating you until your breath hitches far too tightly.

"Kill me, please just kill me and end this." you plead looking up into his sparkling emerald eyes.

"Darling I can't. I wouldn't. You were born to be mine, it's your legacy, your destiny. You are mine, no matter how far you run, no matter who you masquerade as. You are mine and you always will be."

You bury your face into his chest, crying harder and harder, silently you plead for your mother to find you to save you. You don't want to belong to the demon again…

I have an interesting twist I'd like to implement into the story for who her mother could be…. But we'll talk about that some other time.

[illusivewritings]

distanced - yoru x reader

chapter 1: new things

distanced masterlist

synopsis: your childhood best friend, sunwoo, makes you download her favorite game right now. what’s the worst that can happen?

warnings: fem!reader, modern au, college au, cursing, mutual pining, yearning, yoru may be ooc, maybe everyone is ooc tbh, idk what im doing, i’m rly rusty w writing and figuring tumblr out all over again, eventual 18+ content, long distance relationship, online setting, inspired by discord tbh, author is chronically online, not proofread, intentionally lowercase

a/n: i have not written in so long, neither have i written on tumblr in a while… so pls be nice </3 characters may be ooc but i’m very sleepy rn and i’ve had this idea for so long and just needed to get it out!!!! also i will be using jett’s real name, sunwoo :P eventually with other agents too down the line as well

anyway, i hope you pretty people enjoy <3

## fic bellow the cut ##

gaming was never really part of your childhood. sure, dabbling in simple games like minecraft and roblox growing up was a staple; endless nights filled your adolescence with late-night sessions of your childhood friend group within these games. you had to admit though, outdated presently closed-down dress up websites with chatrooms were more your thing back then.

although it wasn’t until recently that your best friend, sunwoo, had become absolutely obsessed with a particular game.

sunwoo’s your best friend. you’d known each other since your roblox late-nights during primary school. she was always your shoulder to cry on, and vice versa. her peppy and quick personality set her out from the others; she was your rock, and you were hers. even after she had moved a few hours away for college, you two kept that bond strong by keeping in touch online.

she was always more outgoing and more of a gamer than you. when you two were younger, you gladly would sit together during lunch hour as she yapped about her favorite piece of media at the moment. in exchange, you would draw her favorite characters from said game. it was enjoyable for the both of you, those simpler times.

though, you never were able to play with her, as much as you wanted to. the best device you had was the ancient family computer that could barely run the two games you could play. you’d rather not risk it catching on fire.

so, sunwoo’s gaming fixations over the years never phased you. you welcomed it, you loved listening to her yap sessions.

“y/n, you need to try this game. please.” she pleaded, her voice crisp coming through the call.

at present time, you now sit at your new pc set up within your dorm room. the first one you’d ever had, all thanks to the lovely sunwoo. she had built it for you when you saved up enough money, the only thing was? you… didn’t know what games to get. at all.

sure, you had minecraft and some digital art software. a rhythm game you barely touched, too. you mostly used your pc for art, as it was always your most beloved hobby. that puts you here now, in a discord call with sunwoo, with her pleading for you to download her new favorite game.

“i dunno, sunnie…” you adjusted your headphones over your ears for better comfort. “i’m really not good at fps games… i’ve never even played any like you, growing up.”

sunwoo sighed dramatically, her mic peaking just a little bit, which made you giggle. “listen, i get that, but y/n i promise- you’ll have fun!” after a pause, she adds: “i can even introduce you to my friends from there!”

you sigh, sunwoo was very persistent. it’s the least you could do for her, considering she built your pc, right?

after another pause, you let out a small laugh. “alright, show me where i can go to download it. what was it called again?”

you can hear her squeal, her mic peaking a bit again; and you giggle at the act. “it’s called valture!” you see her start typing in your guys’ private messages. “i’ll send you the link and show you how to create an account.”

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you hate to admit it, but it was fun. despite being absolutely cradled by sunwoo the entire time, getting headshot constantly, and being confused at the mechanics— this silly game was fun. the evening was filled with laughs and learning; and you could tell sunwoo couldn’t be more happier.

while sitting in the lobby, sunwoo asked; “would you like to join a server with my friends i met on here?”

you hesitate to speak, only managing a simple ‘um…’ as you debated the incomplex question. being an introvert was damning, but meeting strangers was even more so.

“they’re nice!” she said enthusiastically after sensing your hesitation. “i promise, they won’t care if you’re new. they all just want to have fun, like us.”

you traced over the ‘wasd’ keys on your keyboard, thinking. with how much fun you had, you’d definitely come back online and play again. who’s to say sunnie will be on every time you do play? it would come in handy to meet new people who were open to a total newbie like you.

what’s the worst that could happen?

“yeah, send me the invite.”

you hear the other girl make an enthusiastic noise of excitement once again, as an invite link appeared on your screen. clicking it, you were automatically transitioned to the main channel of the server itself. your eyes darted to the automated welcome message, then to the member list on the left hand side.

“oh wow, there’s not many people in here?” you asked, tilting your head at such a short list. with how outgoing sunnie is, you’d expect her to have more people within the server.

“nope! i told you, not intimidating at all.” she replied. “maybe except yoru and iso… they’re both pretty nasty at the game, you could say.”

as she said this, your mouse hovered over each member with the corresponding names she had mentioned. a person by the username ‘y0ru’ and another by the user ‘isolated.’ this ‘iso’ person was offline, whereas ‘yoru’ was online, with their status displaying that they were on valture. their icon was a character from an anime, but the name escapes you.

“what? like, they’re really good or something?” you quizzed, replying a thank you to the welcome messages you received from two people. one named ‘neonbluu’ and the other ‘gekkonekko.’

sunwoo laughed, hearing a bang on her desk (which presumably was from her slapping her hand on her desk). “really good? y/n, they’re both radiant. like, top five hundred within our region.”

“oh, wow,” is all you could muster. you knew competitive players existed, sunwoo very obviously being one of them. but top five hundred within a region? you furrowed your brows at the thought. that would take so much time, right? “do they… leave the house? go outside?”

she gave a hearty laugh at your question. “oh, sweet little y/n… why don’t we ask, yeah?”

before you could even reply, sunwoo left the call within your private messages. you hadn’t clicked off the server, so you saw immediately where she was; sitting in the server’s only voice chat. your eyes widened, you didn’t want to meet anyone in voice chat right now! sighing, you put your head in your hands. what have i got myself into? you think, until you hear a ping notification.

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jettstorm

@/starphire COME IN VC RIGHT NEEOOOWWW!!!!!

@/y0ru you come too since ur online we can q together w star aka y/n ^_^

also @/everyone @/starphire is my bestie y/n and you all BETTER be nice to her!!!! she’s new to val and fps games in general >_o

neonbluu

why would you make her first fps val

couldn’t even pull up overwatch?? that’s fucked

gekkonekko

no deadass because val is a wasteland

jett’s actually setting this poor girl up 🥀🥀

@/starphire run while you can mama this game is CHEEKS

jettstorm

gekko and neon i’m muting you two for ruining my fun and whimsy

?mute @/neonbluu 2 mins

?mute @/gekkonekko 2 mins

skyespirit

jett’s dictator arc never fails to be more and more apparent each day 💚

jettstorm

ur all actually bullies

i got us all together and i am being targeted 💔

y0ru

shut up and invite me already

or should i get on an alt since ur friend is new?

jettstorm

omggg alt pls bcs i don’t wanna go against sweats in swift 😇😇😇

y0ru

alr

@/starphire welcome btw

cloverfly

OMG I JUST WOKE JP HEYY @/starphire WELCOMEE 💕

fadednights

welcome, starphire.

@/neonbluu answer our dms, my love.

oh, she’s muted. lol.

jettstorm

yeah keep ur lil ass chihuahua in check fade

you too @/deadlocked i cant understand how you two can’t contain that thing

gekkonekko

‘that thing’ is crazy work when she has 2 gfs and i see no hoes on ur hip whatsoever, jett 🥀

jettstorm

?mute @/gekkonekko 2 hours

phoenixashes

LMFAOOOO

gekko just loves lying for fun because what am i if jett has no hoes ☹️

jettstorm

phoenix please keep ur pretty mouth shut rn or i’ll staple it closed ❤️

phoenixashes

yes ma’am

————

you were having trouble keeping up with so much texting. it had been so long since you had been in a friend group, let alone an online one. nonetheless, you muster up the courage to join sunwoo and the yoru person within the server’s vc.

once you joined, sunwoo greeted you with a very energetic; “hiiii y/n!!! this is yoru, our tryhard of the group! yoru, this is my sweet y/n.”

you smiled at her energy, your nerves calming down just by her welcoming and introducing you swiftly to her friend. “hi, yoru, i’m y/n- but you can call me star if it’s easier.”

“hey,” he greeted in a monotone voice. you honestly couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or not. “jett mentions you a lot. she says you’re a good artist.”

you’d be lying to yourself if his voice wasn’t a little cute to you. he had a slight accent, which you made a mental note to ask what other languages he speaks later.

nonetheless, you let out a giggle. “really? sunnie, i didn’t know you were advertising me!”

“hey!” she said, and you can almost see her raise her hands in self defense. “you are very talented, y/n! you deserve more clients.”

you tab back into the game when you notice that another account by the name of ‘not y0ru’ joined your party.

“alright! let’s queue up! yoru, we need to do our best to teach y/n on the game. be patient with her.” sunwoo commanded playfully.

“i’m patient.” yoru quips back.

sunwoo scoffed. “you are so harsh on the people you coach, don’t even.”

“they’re just soft and can’t take criticism.” yoru sighs. “but star won’t have to worry. she’s surprisingly doing well, looking at her career.”

“huh? my what?” you asked, a little taken aback by the compliment from the smooth voice. he probably is saying that to be nice, you think to yourself.

“your career,” he repeated. “it’s one of the icons on the top left, you’ll be able to see your kda for previous games.”

you were entirely confused at what you were looking at. “kda? what is that?” you asked.

“kills, deaths, and assists!” sunwoo chimed in. “kills are how many enemies you got, duh. deaths is obviously how many times you died. you gain an assist if you do high damage to an enemy, but you don’t kill them- a teammate does.”

“ah,” you voice. this was simple enough to read, you thought. you didn’t think your career was anything special. after all, you did have mainly single digit kills and double digit deaths. “i can barely get over three kills, but thank you, yoru.”

“mhm,” was all he said.

and so, after small talk between you, yoru and sunwoo continued, the three of you loaded into a game.

————

“ahh! that’s my last one, guys.” sunwoo said, stretching her back. it would make sense for her to get off, after all it was almost one in the morning in both of your timezones. you would get off, but the day following tonight had nothing for you, since it was the weekend.

“okay, text me when you wake up sunnie,” you said. “let me know if we’re still on for sunday?”

“of course!” sunwoo beamed. “you two have fun without me, i’ll talk to y’all later. goodnight!”

“goodnight,” you and yoru bid goodbye unanimously. with that, sunwoo disconnected from the call, leaving just you and yoru left.

“do you have to get off as well?” yoru asked.

you shook your head as if he could see you. you mentally rolled your eyes at yourself. “no, not now at least. tomorrow i have no classes, just chores. and uh,” you pause, glancing at his anime icon and feeling a lightbulb begin glowing within your head. “watching some anime, probably.”

you were hesitant, as a majority of the time the three of you spent, yoru was really quiet. except for the occasional shit-talk banter with jett or sarcastic quip at a rude teammate. it had mostly been you and sunwoo making conversation and giggling amongst each other at silly plays you’d do.

but luckily, like a fish in water, he took the conversation bait. “which anime are you watching?”

“i’m not sure, honestly,” you reply. “i used to watch a lot when i was younger. ever since graduating high school, i honestly haven’t had the time to watch any.”

you sit on your answer- it felt dry. boring. you wanted to keep talking, the awkward pauses and silences internally killing you. besides, this was a chance to make a new friend outside of sunwoo and your dormmate. you couldn’t mess this up! quickly, you add; “do you have any recommendations?”

you hear him hum and sigh, probably debating his answer. after a minute, he replies; “do you like action or romance?”

“i like both, to be honest,” tapping your chin, you added onward; “although, i do enjoy a good romance.”

“horimiya, then.” yoru answered. “it’s really short, only twelve episodes. i liked it.”

“is that where your icon is from?” you asked, even though the character he had displayed within his icon did not seem like he was from romance… at all.

yoru actually let out a small chuckle. which, you didn’t think he would be capable of considering how he presented his personality for the last few hours. “no, he’s from a different show. have you heard of jujutsu kaisen?”

you felt so out of touch and old. all of these new shows you have never heard of, and you’re only in your early twenties. “uh… would you hate me if i said no?”

“really?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. “it’s been out for a while. pretty popular right now.”

you hummed, tabbing out and looking it up on google. “oh, is it more of an action-type of anime?” you asked, as you read the synopsis of the show. “it seems pretty interesting,”

“it is.” he confirms. “if you ever want to watch it, i’d be happy to re-watch with you. it’s my favorite show right now.”

you giggle at the offer, clicking back on discord. “i mean, fuck it, sure. i could use a break from rotting my brain with val.”

“alright,” yoru said, you can hear him clicking on some things through his mic. “would you want to stay here, or…?”

oh, right. you two were in a public call within the server’s vc. almost everyone was online except sunwoo and a few others- but you didn’t have the social battery to meet anyone else. not without sunwoo, at least.

“do you mind calling me in dms?” you asked.

“not at all. give me a sec.”

with a few more clicks heard, and the disconnect sound of him leaving vc, you received a friend request and a pop up receiving a call from ‘y0ru.’

and so, the night finally began.

————

a/n: hi! this is my first fic i’m publishing on tumblr, so if u made it this far ilysm ty for reading!! i hope u enjoyed, and have a good day/night <3

[lottievintage]

what would ruth think of my son bruce.. i feel like theyd have the biggest beef ever 😭

(I wanted to draw this ask out but I needed a clean slate so maybe later, Lords will, I will draw them together and make memes out of these two. As I was going over our chats I came up with this, let me know if there’s any false information you wouldn’t see.)

Bruce and Ruth:

How demonic, honestly. There interests clash in with on another. I can see how Bruce might admire Ruth in some cases, she strict, mean but uses it in a way to set people in order, like a military way. He either might have had some minor crush on Ruth, since you said he’s into crazy bitches, but I don’t think he would even take it into consideration since well— she ruins his plans on bullying. Him with Tom maybe:

“Hey, you know that Ruth Beautè chick?”

“Yeah man, what you think of her?”

“What a bitch, not gonna lie she scares me. She’s kinda hot though—you know…the way she puts people into their place…it’s kinda…”

“MOTHER F* that’s my GIRLFRIEND!”

“Oh. Congratulations…? Tommy— bro it was joke.”

But, I do like the idea of them being civil sometimes, I can see him making a offensive joke about a serious topic, and Ruth who is literally class representative, tried not to laugh, but if dying inside, dark humor buddies.

If he beating up a nerd, and if it is Earnest, Ruth and Bruce will lock eyes and she would walk away. She has no respect and doesn’t want to protect earnest at all, and that goes along with any other perverted person who sick in the head. She’d probably pay him to do it again unprovoked. (She lowkey dgaf).

Minor head-cannons:

1. “You make me sick, you don’t even get bitches!”

“I get bitches!”

“No you don’t!”

“Yeah you right…”

2. “Why did you call me?”

“Beat up this kid for me.”

“Woah, aren’t you like—- the savior of this…place, now why would I, Bruce Jett do such a—”

“You will get 80 dollars…”

“OH I AM SOLD!”

3. “Jett, stop making fun of autistic homeless people, it’s wrong…”

“Why you laughing then?”

“….”

“….”

“Just shut the F* up and stop.”

4. “So like…what’s it like— to have…a piggybank as a you know—“

“Sir, what?”

“W-what’s it like to…be..uh-..”

“Dude, just say the word woman—“

“AHHH!”

“And this is why your girl left you..”

“Bitch—” *Insulted high pitch voice.*

[mamadarama]

i got round to drawing arashi as joan jett !!! (i need her so bad)

NOOOOOWAAAAAYYYYYYYY IIIHGGHHHHHHG THIS IS SO COOL AND GOOD AND AWESOME HSHSHSHSJDBDBHDHFBF ⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hi! thoughts on jett, neon, reyna in a soulmate au? (like how they met or what type of soulmate au)

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝔸𝕌𝕤

Words: 444

I'm kinda tempted to make a full post about Reyna's.

Soulmate AU | Your soulmate’s touch will leave an imprint on your skin once contact is made.

***

It’s highly likely she won't realize, meaning someone else will point it out to her.

When she does she’ll start using it to draw on you. Enjoys watching the colours form, mainly leaves plenty of hearts.

***

“Jett, down below!” The words were harsh and direct, causing her to look down. You, a civilian were cornered by the omega agents. And it didn’t help you were wounded, you would need Sage for immediate help.

Luckily she was quick in taking them down. Once gone she was careful to carry you, unaware of the colour spread beneath her palm.

“Sage!” Said healer turned, seeing the injury was enough to rush over. Wiping away the blood after you were healed, letting her see the colours that she assumed was blood.

“Just met and you’re already caring for them.”

“Huh?” She only pointed, letting you two figure out the rest. “You’re my soulmate!”

Soulmate AU | When your soulmate draws on their body it also appears on your own.

***

She zones out a lot more than people think, so she tries to combat it by drawing. And she does 

Most likely to find out online. She verified it’s actually her drawings before reaching out.

***

It was a weirdly quiet afternoon, so Neon spent most of it scrolling through social media. Seeing plenty of different posts, video games, cooking, fashion, even some art. But one caught her attention.

Two people stood in the mirror, one held the recording phone while the other looked over their arms. Both were covered in a range of doodles. The caption though, drew her in.

‘Is your soulmate an artist?’ Followed by a link to your account. Another quick scan confirmed they were her drawings, seeing as they also covered her arms. So it couldn’t hurt to send a message.

A quick picture of her arms followed by a message.

‘Wanna see some more?’

Soulmate AU | Names on both wrists, one soulmate other enemy, can’t tell which one is which.

***

When they first show up she won’t show any interest, unless her enemy is an active threat.

Eventually curiosity will catch up to her, causing her to search for you whether or not it’s with someone's help.

***

It had started with ten agents on the field, currently only two remained in battle. Reyna verses you, otherwise known as [Codename] to everyone else.

“Cypher, who is this?” Her voice was full of venom, as she hadn’t been able to land a hit onto you yet. And luckily Cypher managed to find something about you.

“Not much, but I do know who this is.”

“Hurry up!”

“Fine fine, [Codename] also known as Y/N L/N.” That had her pause slightly. Surely not.

A quick look at her wrist confirmed so, both of the said names were on her wrists. She could only guess [Codename] was the enemy, confused as you were the same person.

God it was hard work, but hopefully you’d be with her soon enough.

[radioregine]

constantly oscillating between 'you should talk abt your stuff n hype it up' & 'dont talk abt your stuff more than you actually do it' so i never talk abt my shit but the newest WIP is quite fun. it's abt a 30 y.o. pianist named drew who joins a traveling music studio to get out of her parents' house + find love & fulfillment.

studio is run out of an RV & it's an experiment on the part of the owner, a late 30s/early 40s cellist named desiree drake.

dez used to do a normal commute to her students' homes and then found herself wondering if living on the road might fix some logistics shit, and maybe cut down on the loneliness/disconnection she feels when she comes home to an empty house (husband is in law enforcement and works crazy hours).

dez already had the RV (was an impulse purchase on the husband's part, it'd been sitting on their property unused ever since said purchase) and only needed to find some teachers willing to board with her. the trial run is about a semester long and will end w a recital

drew is a new hire alongside gus, another young pianist (he's about 20 and in school for STEM but has always done music on the side, wondering whether he wants to truly do both or if his heart is more in favor of the music; he's in all online courses this term so he can try out this RV living shit).

drew so far is a college dropout & Ambiguously Brown (i cannot decide what she is, i just have a v particular image of a brown woman with joan jett hair in my head) and heavyset and i keep picturing her in a black collared shirt, black dress pants, and a pink tie. she's affable, a bit spacy/scatterbrained, punky/impulsive, ultimately Outspoken. she thinks she's gonna fall in love with some parent or adult student while teaching but something keeps drawing her thoughts back to her crazy boss ...

gus is a dark skinned black guy so far but i'm still deciding on his features. what i know of him so far is that he quite likes the organ as well as the piano, he's not the best teacher, he's timid/soft-spoken, a bit intimidated by dez

dez never went to college. she is a petite black woman, i see her as medium/light toned, and i see her dressing like + having a similar attitude to the nbc hannibal version of freddie lounds -- the spunkiness, the unwillingness to be cowed by men, the crazy work ethic, the self-starter shit. just add in some capital n Neuroticism. dez personally teaches cello, violin, and piano lessons but is versed in a variety of other string instruments she doesn't teach. dez had an insane childhood and has been through several marriages. this latest was meant to be The One but dez is starting to not feel so sure abt the cop hubby ...

there are gonna be other teachers in the studio who opt out of the RV travel arrangement but are still seething at the teachers who ended up doing it. im still thinking through their descriptions/roles in the story

[i-am-xp-64]

Finally I did the part-

The plan 02

-power of a parent-

Dr Wonka pulled lim back, pointing the gun at his face

"I'm asking again miss..hand me the patient."

Monster growled in anger, in between two unchooseable choices, she either will give up on her bf or step brother, the panic around her easy unbelievable, her protection senses in a hurry but just who'll choose who.

But out of the blue, a loud bong noise came as Dr Wonka fell to the ground

"AGHH!"

With Dr Wonka fell on the floor, lim ran to monster, Wonka on the ground, groan in pain

"My head..who the..."

"How dare you touch my child."

The feeling..but she's not alone as well

Thomas was with her!

Who knew they would come here, the feeling knew this would happen but cannot leave Thomas alone unconscious, she shaked him to his senses and told him everything, so they drive right over to the hospital for their son and his friends, Thomas look over at lim, good to know that he's there like the feeling told him, but Thomas was not happy about what he saw when he get in the hospital

"Looks like you're defeated mister, now Thomas, like we tolded, call the cops and-"

"It all yours."

What Thomas said shocked the feeling for a moment, all hers? But they never said that on the plan

"What? But..you said-"

"Take the fucking freak now."

Thomas said again in a serious tone, looks like seeing Wonka trying to hurt his son changed his mind about the punishment for Dr Wonka, the feeling didn't said another word, just let her chains right at Wonka

Dr Wonka didn't even get a chance to scream, and then he sucked into the black fag and disappeared with it

After this moment, the feeling senses something again and fly right to the hallway, then lim ran to Thomas

"ძᥲძᥲ!!"

Thomas hold lim on his arms and let out some tears, after all his thoughts, he was relief to see his son unharmed

"My child.."

"і'm s᥆rrᥡ ძᥲძ..і sһ᥆ᥙᥣძᥒ'𝗍 rᥙᥒ ᥆𝖿𝖿 ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍..ᥲᥒძ ᥲrgᥙᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ ᥡ᥆ᥙ...і ȷᥙs𝗍 ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍ᥱძ 𝗍᥆ sᥲ᥎ᥱ 𝗍һᥱm.."

"Forget it now dear..I'm just glad you're safe and sound now..."

Thomas turn to monster, seeing jett on her arms, he stared at him and then ask

"I see that..you two really needed help"

"To be honest..if lim didn't came here...we could've been stuck by now, but we need to leave now"

"Wait but..where is Albert?"

As Thomas asked it, Albert and the feeling exit the hallway, but wait..who's that people with them?

To be continued

@weirdsillycreature @honeybuzzdraws yippee I finally draw it, now I have more parts to draw ;w;

I got some "after the plan" ideas and I'm not gonna give it up-

[driedupeyeballs]

OH MY GOD???? I already love them sm

I literally edited a new profile for them for this cuz the old one was outdated BUT YEAH IDK IF THIS WAS AN INVITE TO INFODUMP ABT MY JAMIAZU FANKID BUT IM USING IT AS ONE

Btw I can only wish to achieve your level of snake knowledge I thought my reptile hyperfixation went deep but yours is deeper I wanna know your ways

But that isn’t relavent YEAH HERES MY JAMIAZU FANKID HI TUMBLR *lets them out like you would a spider under a cup*

So I have a shit ton of Twst fankids btw! They kinda swim around in my brain but only a few ppl I know have gotten the info dumps lmao

Skye was the first one I made I think (actually it might’ve been Rico (florid) but eh oh well who’s counting)

But yes this is Skye Ashengrotto!

They’re my older Jamiazu kid, I do have two. The younger one is my octo boy Akram :) he’s funny I wanna pinch his cheeks but he’s not the point here

So Skye! It feels weird publically infodumping abt my OCs like wtf am I even supposed to put here

They’re a half mer, which do work a lil different than normal mers in my lore. Half mers can transform without a potion but it’s still a long and generally painful process, esp going from mer to human. I kind of switch between calling them a snake mer and a naga but there’s lore there- Nagas exist in my lore outside of sea snake mers, there are also fully terrestrial Nagas. So the terrestrial nagas wouldn’t be considered snake mers but the sea snake nagas would be a type of mer while also still being a naga ITS CONFUSING DONT ASK (actually do. Ask everything so I can roll more of my fankids out like marbles)

Skye was created by a spell, I haven’t quite worked the details out 😔 but Jamil is part gorgon in my lore which is why they have the hair snakes which isn’t a typical naga trait. And to elaborate on the hair snakes: they are alive, the one w the bigger stripes is Flora and the smaller stripes is Jett. Skye can communicate w them telepathically and their eyes glow which is kinda neat. They’re kind of Skye’s version of floatsam and jetsam (unless u count Rico (florid) and Lilac (treyjade) which is like their ver of the twins- IDK ITS COMPLICATED)

idk what else to put here so LETS THROW SOME FHARACTER DYNAMICS YEAH and also mentioning some of my other fankids! They all have profiles (except my Malleus kid I’m sorry Aihan I can’t think of a design for you) but I’m probably gonna save those for another post-

So jamiazu in my lore live in the Shaftlands in a beachfront place and also live pretty close to Treyjade, however Florid live in the Queendom. The octatrio and their spouses is a close group so they’re essentially a big family. My treyjade kids are Maren (older) and Lilac, then my Florid kids are Rico (older) and the twins Mary and Eliza.

Skye saw Lilac more as a kid cuz they lived so close together but also saw Rico a lot when flrd would visit or they’d go to visit them. Rico is an agent of chaos and Lilac is Skye’s 2nd in command so their dynamic on a surface level is pretty similar to the octatrio, but there’s still a lot of differences once u get into the meat of it. Tho Lilac and Rico are Skye’s best friends and basically like siblings to them.

Outside of jamiazu Skye is particularly close with Jade, they share a love of tea :) he’s their cool but also slightly unsettling uncle

THEN THERES SHENZI- Shenzi is my younger kaliruggie kid and I am not gonna get into her here bcuz she rlly needs her own post w all her trauma but good lord these two do not like each other. Shenzi’s really nice but she’s not quite as nice as Kalim so after about 5 months of trying and failing to befriend Skye in their freshman year she just gave up and now their relationship is nothing but hostile (which was not helped when Shenzi and lilac started dating)

Speaking of that tho- so my idikei kids :) Ember (named after the pokemon attack) is the older one and he’s basically that “Jock idia can’t hurt you he’s not real Jock idia:” thing as a person he has the Fire hair n shit but he plays basketball and is heavily extroverted but no one gives a shit abt Ember this is NOT ABT HIM this is abt his sister! Her name is Zelda because you know Idia would name his daughter Zelda- she got all of Idia’s social anxiety lmao. She’s extremely shy and there’s a total of like 4 people in the school she can actually talk to without melting into a small stain on the floor. She’s an Skye are both in board games club and sometime in early freshman year she falls on her ass and knocks over a bunch of stuff which Skye happens to witness and cue the most awkward interaction known to man bcuz Skye can’t talk to pretty girls and Zelda can’t talk to ANYONE but they end up walking to the mirror hall together afterwards which becomes a routine. Except they’re both awkward as fuck take like almost two fucking years to get together bcuz neither of them are gonna do anything abt it BUT THEYRE VERY CUTE!! I love them

Also my ashengrotto siblings are very wholesome I need to write some stuff w them- Akram is a little shit and he loves pissing Skye off but at the end of the day he admires them and Skye loves their brother a lot :)

Anyway good lord I’ve yapped too much okay OH YEAH Skye has a Russian blue cat named Mariana who they just fucking found on the side of the road and thought it was a mouse so for like 2 years Azul thought Skye was gonna eat the cat

OK HERES RHE ACTUAL PROFILE these aren’t as chaotic as the other ones all the other ones are more meme than profile ALSO RHEIR UNIQUE MAGIC DOESNR HAVE A NAME AT THE MOMENT IF ANHONE HAS AN IDEA FOR ONE PLS SHARE I HABE NO THOUGHTS

(If you recognize my art style from instagram no you don’t also THEY DO HABE EYES I JUST DONT DRAW THEM CUZ MY STYLES WEIRD)

But yeah I love them I hope they explode (affectionate)

[lastritesbish]

If this is rude just ignore it but Why do you draw Greaseball so feminine like I understand it a little bit but It's just so jarring (Aand why do you like rustball so much)

greaseball in show, depending on which person plays her (personally i draw lara, who plays her more femininely and overall has a more femme vibe) but her costume designing is more femme leaning in general . i assume you are talking about my redesign, which i wanted to give her a joan jett esc 80s rockstar kind of vibe. while headcanons can go anyway , people are allowed to have their own headcanons !!! and mine is more feminine leaning. so sorry if its "jarring" to you , but if it truly is , consuming my art isn't needed !

and for your other quite rude question , why not ! its not morally wrong , and not hurting anyone. people should be allowed to ship what they'd like !

thank you for the ask !

[artzzyb00-27]

{🧡Silence in Darkness🧡}

Trigger Warnings: Attempted assault and rape. I know people who have gone through this and experienced it further sadly. My heart goes out to victims of assault and rape and I hope justice goes in your favor.

After meeting the turtles, reader was wrapped into their world and way of life quickly. A main reason being that talking wasn't easy for her. Their first meeting was after Mikey had fallen off a building and into a dumpster. Reader had been drawing in her sketchbook and heard the noise through her headphones. Sitting on the edge of her fire escape looking out to the city, getting inspiration from the colorful lights.

Taking off her headphones and looking over the fence to see what happened, Mikey was looking up laying on his shell in the dumpster with his legs hanging out. Obviously being too big to fit completely. Reader paused her music and rushed down to check on him. Freaking out over the fact he was a giant mutant turtle quietly in her head. His brothers came down quickly, making sure she wasn't going to take a picture or try to expose them, then realizing she wanted to get close to Mikey.

Donnie had checked his brother and then reader did the same. Pulling out some gum from her pocket, and offering some to the orange-clad turtle. Once doing the same to the three other mutants, they tried to talk her out of telling someone. When she only nodded and didn't respond, Donnie had come to the assumption she was mute.

"We should get going now, have a good night, um-" he paused waiting for her to at least give them some sort of title to her person.

"Reader." the turtles nodded and began to leave. Mikey had stayed behind and asked for her number then put her name as 'Mouse 🐭' on his phone. For shits and giggles, she put him under 'Turtle with Orange zazz'. Since then they've been close, but not enough for her to talk vocally.

She would either respond with head movements, or writing, and sometimes facial expressions. Mikey was the most persistent, why wouldn't he? Outgoing extroverts always love to make shy introverts come out of their comfort zone to make something bright of themselves that shows others they're more than a stereotypical quiet kid.

Music had also become a way of interaction between the quartet and small human. While reader had a variety of preferences, they weren't picky, so they bonded with each of the turtles over their music. Mikey was a hiphop guy, while Leo loved Metal and Raph preferred classic Rock like David Bowie, Queen, Metallica, and Joan Jett. Donnie was more indie than any of them, but occasionally listened to rap while experimenting on side projects.

Reader would sometimes stay the night a couple months after meeting and tonight was one of those nights. Some would say sleeping on the couch was uncomfortable, especially the couch the turtles had. Reader would disagree, it was more comfortable than her bed back home. For what reason? She didn't know, and didn't need to know. However, tonight she felt restless and couldn't go to bed. On impulsive thoughts, she decided to walk near the pier and take a breather. Not knowing Mikey was following from the rooftops.

He had gotten up to go get some water when he saw her walking out of the lair with her red and gray-lined jumper Raph had given her for her birthday. Being the chivalrous turtle that he was, he went to make sure she was safe. So far everything was good, and Mikey was just admiring her from afar. While also being a good friend and ready to step-in if need. She may be shy but that didn't mean she couldn't fight.

Just then a guy wearing a gray hoodie had stopped her to talk. Getting a nervous feeling, Mikey got his weapons ready, even though he most likely wouldn't need them.

"Hey little lady, whatcha' doin' out here?"

"Walking." Vague and simple, almost always gets the guy to lose interest. Sadly this guy wasn't right in the head and pushed her against the railing putting a hand on her neck. She punched him on the sides making him belch in pain. She tried running back to the lair but the guy ended up tripping her and got on top of her. Holding her arms with one hand and the other heading towards her pants.

Suddenly getting kicked into the railing and ended up falling down to the beach below. Reader got up to look over and saw the guy knocked out. Or dead? Who knows, he was off of her and that's what mattered. Finally noticing the giant shadow next to her, she turned and took Mikeys' appearance in. Still a bit shaken from the experience she took some deep breaths making Mikey look at her.

"You okay?" she nodded in response. Mikey didn't expect her to talk, not after that. He put a hand on her back and guided her lightly to the direction back to the lair. While in the alley heading to a sewer grate, she gained some strength in her voice to talk.

"Thanks for that." Mikey paused for a sec then continued while smiling.

"Just doing the right thing. You can always count on me you know?" he asked, though it sounded more of a statement then anything. She nodded and waited for the grate to be opened.

"Really though, I think I might need more training. Wanna help?"

"Sure, anything to spend time with my favorite human. Don't tell April." reader laughed lightly and made her way down the ladder.

"My lips are sealed." The rest of the way they held a conversation. Once arriving they said goodnight and the next morning they were talking to each other first thing. The others confused on what had happened for this to be the result, didn't question it vocally until reader left the lair to get ready for work at the bakery.

Mikey only said they took a walk last night and bonded. Call it what you will, but Mikey was glad she came out her shell in the right way after that experience. He'd hurt or kill anyone who tried that again.

[suekreandtheidiots]

SKETCH DUMP #1

I decided to do good old sketch dumps again, because I miss throwing them together and posting them, like I did on DA back in the days. I had about 40 of those in the end, I think, before I fell off the earth in early 2014, and I'm curious how many it's going to be with this second round!

Quick scribble of Jett. I still need a proper headshot for her at some point, I love her.

Grown up Cal Fitzgibbons. Yes, every man in my universe needs epic hair in some way. 😂

Avery and squishy little Dex!

Trevor Abrahamsen, a side OC who is going to play a bit of a role in Hallie's life AND Linda, Fozzy's wild ex-fling and mother of his son. She's a Nancy Spungen kinda type, and while she won't have a bigger role, I still wanna draw her again at some point. 😂

Teenage Mark (from the 2006 gang) and the one true love of his life. I'm currently trying to pick a name for her; I got quite a few good ones to choose from already!

Another grown up Cal. I love him so much, not much is left from the entitled teenager he used to be.

Daryl is looking after Dex... and it's been a bit too quiet for a bit too long. Never a good sign!

Lancie and Dallas, June 2023, in the Aberdeen Opera House, only moments before Lancie meets an old friend entirely by chance. :)

Fozzy playing piano for Lucy. They were the ship that didn't sail far. It hit an iceberg, exploded the very same second and sunk. 😂

SMEWCH!

Well, wasn't that fun. See you next time!

[bitchinbarzal]

a little angst moment ???👀👀

jett struggles a lot in kindergarten with expressing his emotions. him and lucie start doing art together and she reads up to the best of her ability how to help him navigate emotion. sophie and ret still take him to see professionals just in case its needed but he loves his time with his CeCe

Him drawing dark things when he’s sad and bright and. He’s happy she’s like…. I know what’s happening in his little brain now 🥺🥺

[i-love-you-all]

We both had a knife

AO3 Link || Youtube Link (Song inspo)

A bit of backstory on this is that I was thinking about a Viper/Omen fic. Playing a bit on my other drabble for this pair and the revelation of how Omen turned... into Omen. Obv, I have a lot of incomplete fics tho so maybe not now... And again, this was originally for Whumptober, but I'm giving up on that lol

~1.4k Words: implied death.

Though scientifically inaccurate, vipers and shadows could go hand in hand. They were both seen as “evil”, and they were widely feared. Was that why Omen found comfort in Viper when they first met? The comfort that there was someone here just as monstrous as him, even if she didn’t look like it?

Like Cypher once noted in a short exchange in the armoury, Omen had never met a “doctor” like her. Someone who viewed humans as just a pest — something to get rid of when convenient. Maybe it was because he wasn’t exactly human that she was ok with him. Maybe he was so quiet, that he has yet to fully draw her ire.

Maybe she did know who he was before he became this ghost, and her guilt prevented her from lashing out at him. But if that last one was true, it went against everything else he had said about her. Mainly, it suggested that she pitied him — and it would mean that she wasn’t as cold or monstrous as him. So, what set him apart?

A stranger to their strange dynamic would call it attraction, but they would surely die at the hands of Viper for a comment like that. What others called closeness, he saw as distance. She did not need to rebuke him ever since she never let him get close enough to be able to affect her that way. In that way, she was much closer with the likes of Jett, Raze, or Killjoy. At least she paid enough attention to those agents to know when they were performing poorly.

“Fred—”

It took one syllable to change that dynamic completely. Fred was a name, and it was a name that was directed at Omen. It was then when that seed of doubt was planted because, despite her continued appearance of ignorance, he knew otherwise.

Omen spent hours after that talk thinking about one name. He could only assume that was his name — Fred. Unassuming, perhaps the short form for a name like Frederick? Frederico? What else could he think of? And what did “Fred” do for a living? Was he just some innocent bystander? Like a mailman that one day found himself in a facility crumbling down on itself? And while everyone else escaped, Fred was trapped inside, exposed to enough raw radianite to strip him of his memories and physical form? And if that was the case, did Fred have a family? Friends? People who would ask where he went? Or perhaps Fred was better off dead.

No matter how much he tried to think back, to grasp onto any hint of a memory he could think of, there were no answers in his mind. All it ended up doing was expose him to every peaceful, calm life that he could’ve had. Might’ve had. Probably didn’t have but apparently, he liked to torture himself by dreaming of it.

For a long time after that slip up from Viper, he wondered if the Omen from the other dimension knew something. That version of Earth had already had Radianite for decades. If that Omen was also the first Radiant, then surely, he would know something more. It was a singular fixation that drove Omen forward in every mission from that point onwards. He requested to be set against the other Omen as often as he could, and in every possible opportunity, he tried to hunt them down to ask the one question that had been plaguing his mind.

The closest he ever got though was when they faced off once across a site. Omen saw the other fade back, a sign that they were going to back off for good, and he took his chance to chase after them. Sova called for him to come back, but this was far too important, and he could always explain his reasoning to Sova later, if still needed.

Just as the other Omen started to fade into the surrounding shadows, he did the only thing he could think of and ask, “Who were we?”

All he got in response was a laugh. One last cruel gift because it seemed like this Omen knew the answer, and he also knew how much the question stung. But he would not grant any peace.

Omen didn’t get an answer until he met Iso. He had been on a scan for anything he could relate to since that final encounter with the other Omen, but he had been unsuccessful. There was no trace of a past identity, no missing persons, and no other leads. Iso was the first time he saw himself in someone else.

Iso had described being a “ghost”. That he had vague memories of what he did for work, and yet he had no idea about who or what he was actually trying to accomplish. In some ways, it was the same as Omen’s ghost history as well.

He listened to every word Iso said in their interactions together. But Brimstone wouldn’t hear him on the similarities. It was always another mission, another target, another person that they needed to reach out to and bring to a separate point.

Finally, Omen’s patience snapped, pushed on by the revelation from Iso that no, he wasn’t some poor sap with a spotty memory and ulterior motives. He said that he was sent here for Omen and Omen only. And that for once, Omen had a solid lead. At once, he demanded a mission to the headquarters.

That night, Viper actually sought him out. From their tenuous friendship, despite how long they’ve known each other, Omen never expected this.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Viper asked.

He didn’t give a response. She had a point to this line of questioning, that much was clear. Even without any facial clues to give it away, he could read her well. They were as close to being friends as they could be. He supposed this was proof, even if he had his doubts.

“What do you know?”

“Nothing that will help you.”

That’s when her face… broke. That was the best way Omen could describe it. Sabine looked… sad.

“I will be fine,” he said cautiously. Was that what she was concerned about? Sabine reached up, as if she were going to grab his hood, but then she pulled back. “Nothing is going to change. But I will have my answers.”

She nodded then walked away without another word.

That was an odd interaction, there was no doubt about that, but it didn’t make sense until he was trapped in stasis. Perhaps the was the face of this man in front of him, or the floating rock this was built on, or even the shooting pains caused by this… contraption.

But between the pangs of pain, he saw bits and pieces. The vial thrown against his face, the shove, the sound of pounding glass… He lived through it again, and he watched as Sabine take small steps back as the machine whirred and as what felt like burning hot needles pierced through his hazmat suit. Though it hurt, and it was clear now that he had failed his mission, he also had that sudden realization that in this memory, he also shared some of the sadness with Sabine, along with the horror and desperation to escape what was coming.

It took all his strength to gather the bits and pieces that constituted his physical form and channel his energy into escaping this beam. He looked at his former boss until he reformed right next to him. Before the man could take any action, Omen dug his claws into the man and threw him out the window. As he watched the bits of glass fall beside the fading figure, he realized something.

Then there was one more memory, one that leaked in like a runny tap that wasn’t done yet.

It was Sabine, younger than he remembered meeting her. The door to this contraption had opened again, and she was reaching for him. To his horror he still grabbed her wrist like he was going to go through with the original plan. Even his own feelings didn’t match the action, and he saw the momentary fear in her eyes. Then, his world started to fade again.

Though she was apprehensive, especially with the wrist on her hands, she asked, “Why? I thought… I thought you…”

Just before he closed his eyes and passed onto whatever was next, he heard her say, “It’s ok. I… I’ll bring you back. Even if you meant it.”

[crispinablr]

Movie date

I make a stroke trying to imitate the lines of the sunbeams coming through the window at dawn, warm and comforting, feeling the brush dancing on the canvas aimlessly, I just let myself go with the moment, no thoughts or worries, just the brush, the painting, and me wandering, existing.

When my brush reaches the end of the canvas, I wake up from the trance as if someone had been immersed in a dream and someone had snapped their fingers, I simply retract my hand with the brush and observe the landscape I was drawing. A room with a black kitten enjoying the warmth of the rays passing through the window, I smile and look behind the canvas, and there was the little ball of fur, belly up and stretched as if it were a human sunbathing.

I stare at the bundle of love that was my kitty while I think about everything and nothing, she must notice that something is going on and decides to get up to jump into my lap. I smile weakly and delicately stroke her little head, feeling the vibrations of her purring and how she starts rubbing against my hand asking for more attention. Suddenly I feel two arms embracing me and I almost scream in surprise. I feel Kai laughing on my right shoulder at my reaction and I just give him a look of "here we go again."

-Do you think it's nice to scare your partner like this, huh Kai?

Kai kept laughing as he tried to calm down to say something.

-I'm sorry, I just wanted to give you a kiss and see how you were, I didn't expect to scare you. But seeing you stroking Melinda made me think of giving you a surprise hug, I swear by Jett. - he gives me a kiss on the cheek trying to appease my "anger" and looks at me with a smiling puppy face.

I just shake my head as I release a little joke at his reaction.

-You're lucky I love you - I joke - Lucky me - he lets out a little laugh as he runs his nose along my neck.

-I'll assume you've finished working for today - I say smirking

He makes a sound of affirmation as he pulls me close to him - And what better way to spend my free time than to come see my favorite little star.

Melinda jumps off my lap and goes to her bed under the sunbeams.

I smile slightly at Kai and decide to give him a little surprise. I cup his cheeks with both of my hands, feeling his cheeks blush and his eyes widen. Before Kai can say anything, I close my eyes and our lips meet in a soft and slow kiss. I hear him make a small sound of surprise at the sudden kiss, feeling his heart racing as he happily returns the kiss.

After what felt like seconds, I decide to break the kiss with a smile, as much as I enjoyed being with him kissing today, we had planned a movie night at home and I didn't want to miss it for anything in the world, plus I'm sure Andrew would remind us of it for the rest of our lives.

-We should get ready for tonight, we agreed to watch Dungeons and Dragons the three of us together. - I remind him as I adjust his bangs.

Kai was still recovering from the kiss and suddenly opens his eyes wide remembering our night plan.

-I'll go get Andrew and you shower and change clothes. - I say as I put everything in its place.

-At your command, boss - he gives me a goodbye kiss and quickly goes to get ready.

Once I've tidied up, I go to the bookstore where Andrew works and see him chatting with Vince while sorting books, both hear the sound of the door and turn to see who had entered. Seeing me, they greet me and I approach them.

I go to Andrew and give him a hug from behind while Vince smiles shyly at my display of affection.

-How are my two favorite introverts? - I joke.

Andrew laughs at my joke and Vince just rolls his eyes teasingly.

-We were talking about Vince's new song, you should listen to it, it's to die for - says Andrew as he places the last books he was carrying.

-You're exaggerating, I haven't even finished it and it still needs a lot of polishing, and besides, I don't think it's that good - says Vince timidly.

-You should have more confidence in yourself Vince, remember even Wyatt's music partners all wanted to hire you for little and almost pulled each other's eyes out. - I laugh as I remember when Vince participated in the music festival where he had decided to bring his industry music partners to look for new talents for their companies.

Andrew and I laugh while Vince blushes and hides his face in his hands not wanting to remember that memory that was quite embarrassing for him, it's not every day that when you decide to sing in front of an audience there are businessmen fighting like a group of fans fighting for the love of their favorite idol.

Andrew finishes placing the books so he stands behind me and gives me a kiss on the head.

-I think it's time for both of us to go home, it's getting late and it's time to close the store.

-I should go too, Jean said he would be waiting for me for dinner - says Vince looking at the time on his phone - see you.

Andrew and I say goodbye to Vince and head home together, we always went together to pick up Kai from the workshop or Kai and Andrew came to the restaurant to take me home.

-Where's Kai? - Andrew asks curiously.

-I told him to start getting ready, I bought the drinks, some pizzas, fries, and drinks. - I said proudly.

He just smiles and looks at me happily.

-Tomorrow I'll make breakfast for the three of us, I can't let you do all the work, it would be pretty bad of me. - he says smirking.

I vibrate with excitement at the thought of what he would prepare for breakfast when I woke up, I was looking forward to seeing him with his hair messy and still in his pajamas. When the three of us were together, it seemed as if we had been married all our lives, I wouldn't change all this for anything in the world.

-I can't wait to see what you'll prepare for us, oh great Chef Mitchell - I say playfully.

He laughs as he hears me calling him by his last name as we continue walking home together. Finally, we arrive home and both Melinda and Chipoki greet us happily at our return, I give Melinda a few kisses on the head after they both receive their share of affection they go straight to their beds to snuggle together. Andrew and I race to our rooms and before I can even touch the doorknob of my door, I feel arms wrapping around me and lifting me into the air. I turn my head and see Kai and Andrew, they had joined forces so that I couldn't win the race.

-That's not faaair - I say laughing and trying to wriggle out of their grip.

-Nuh uh - they say in unison.

They trap me in a bear hug and seeing that I couldn't escape so easily from their trap, I decide to play my ace in the hole.

-I bought a jumbo bag of butter popcorn, whoever gets them first keeps them. - I say with a smile.

At this new information, they look at each other as if they had heard about the treasure of El Dorado, they release me quickly but gently and start running like crazy while playfully trying to hinder each other. Finally, I enter my room to put on my favorite polka dot pajamas and slippers, once I finish changing I take the butter popcorn out of my hiding place and go downstairs in search of the boys.

I laugh seeing them looking inside the kitchen cabinets like children looking for their Christmas presents. I decide to end their suffering and tell them that I had them hidden in my room all this time.

-Hey guys!, look what I've got - I say holding up the popcorn bag.

They turn at the sound of the bag and look at me with surprised and betrayed faces seeing the promised popcorn bag. They look at each other and laugh unable to believe they fell for my little trap, Andrew finally goes to his room to change clothes while Kai and I arrange everything for our date movie. We put both the popcorn and the other snacks in different bowls, we put them on the living room table along with the glasses we were going to use, the napkins, and the bottles with our favorite drinks.

Finally, we finish positioning everything and even have the movie ready, we just needed to lie down on the sofa together with the giant blanket, turn off the lights, and press play. We wait for Andrew to come down and join us, Kai and I choose our seats and I cuddle up against him while we talk a little about our day.

-I see you've already started without me - he says teasingly - I'll have to settle for being the third wheel of the night - he says hurt, but he was only pretending.

I roll my eyes at his antics, look at Kai conspiratorially, we grab Andrew and throw him on the couch. I surround him with my arms and legs while Kai and I cover him with kisses all over his face, Andrew starts laughing.-

-Oh noooo I'm being attacked, helppp - he says dramatically "making the move" to free himself from us.

-You won't be able to escape our love - I say as I hug him like a koala.

-You better surrender, Mr. Mitchell - says Kai teasingly.

-I surrender I surrender - he says laughing.

The three of us laugh as we lie on the couch hugging, cuddling, and looking into each other's eyes, I could see behind their eyes the love they felt, whenever they looked at each other they made my heart race a thousand times faster and I remained enraptured looking at them while smiling like a silly in love.

Since I ended up in Brian Bay because my car broke down due to technical problems, I never thought I would make so many fantastic friends like: Vince, Jean, Chris and even though it's hard for me to admit it also Kevin and Wyatt, those two no matter how stubborn and eccentric they were good friends, no wonder the two ended up together as a couple.

But what I never thought possible was falling in love and even less that someone would fall in love with me, my personality, my flaws, and my everything, I just thought those things happened in otomes or in the fantasy books I read thinking that only in fiction could I find something so special and unique. I still remembered the tears I shed from happiness for the first time in my life, hearing them both say they loved me all of me even my imperfections of which I had always felt ashamed.

From the day I met both of them I knew we would get along well, we both shared similar tastes, Kai and I liked video games and Andrew and I liked to read books, basically I talked to both of them in my free time. I even went so far as to introduce them to each other, it even seemed strange to me that they had never met, but I guess they were both too busy to meet every person who lived in town, I planned some get-togethers to exchange hobbies and felt that with each get-together we got a little closer.

I even saw how Kai visited Andrew at his work or how Andrew sometimes brought him something he had cooked himself at his house. I was happy that they got along well, but I saw how they started to look into each other's eyes like a couple of teenage lovers I knew I had to step aside and give them space. I felt like my heart was breaking into pieces and I knew I had fallen in love with both of them without realizing it. But that ended some time later when they both came together to tell me they loved me and wanted the three of us to start dating together as a throuple, I just threw myself into their arms and that day I felt as if I had won the lottery. I just remembered old memories and simply smiled nostalgically.

The two of them look at me intrigued to know what I was thinking, but I just tell them that I was just thinking about how much I loved them and how lucky I felt to have them in my life, they smile and kiss my cheeks. After a while of being silly the three of us together, we decided to turn off the lights and start with the movie date between hugs and smiles.