#and then they just! don't fully follow through!

[wosoluver]

Oh, baby

Georgia Stanway x reader.

I know nothing about giving birth so bare with me. Also please don't kill me for the plot changes, Hope you like it!

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"Fuck!" you said feeling the warm liquid run down your legs. "No, no, no." You were staying over at her parents' house. Tomorrow would be the final match at the 2023 world cup and you would be gathered to watch the game there.

"Jo! We need to go, my water just broke!" you said grabbing her mother's attention. Her dad had gone to Australia to support her, but her mom refused leaving you, pregnant and alone. And you thanked the universe. You were 36 weeks, you were to give birth only next month. You had been feeling small contractions, that were apparently normal in the third trimester.

That was the only reason Georgia agreed to go.

A million thoughts went through your mind. Would the baby be okay? Would they have to do a C-section?

Would your fiancé be okay, knowing she missed the moment se was waiting so excited for? Were you even ready for this?

You started to cry immediately.

"Don't worry love, I'm calling her as soon as you're in the hospital."

"No please! You can't! You know her!" you said followed by a scream when you felt the sharp pain of a contraction hit you. "Please, please wait as much as we can. This is important for her, she needs to be a hundred percent focused."

"But seeing her daughter's birth is too..."

"I know but even if she knows, she'll won't get here in time. Please."

She only nodded agreeing with you. And you asked her to call your parents instead.

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While you walked around the room, preparing yourself for the ride ahead, in attempt to stay sound, you thought about what had led you here.

You and Georgia had been together for almost six years.

You had met at Man City, both came from a small town and were around the same age, sharing the dream to become big players.

You started dating, and your relationship went through a lot.

You endured for years a long distance relationship, when you moved away to play in Spain and she stayed back in Manchester.

A couple of seasons later you transferred to Bayern, where your girlfriend soon followed suit.

And you both finally managed to start your life together.

She didn't want to wait any longer, all that time had been enough.

From living together to her proposing, life felt like pure bliss.

And after the 2022 euro's title, you felt like it was the right time to have a pause on your career.

It wasn't an easy decision, since the World Cup was around the corner.

But differently from your teammates, you now had a bigger dream, Georgia fully supported you, she herself had always wanted to be a mother.

You didn't expect for it to work so soon.

Along with the risks the doctors had told you, it could take more than one try.

Fortunately the whole pregnancy had been very healthy, and nothing gave you any reason to think something like this could happen.

You questioned yourself if you were doing the right thing, by not updating her on the matter.

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Georgia's head was buzzing, Spain was winning by a goal. England had slightly recovered at the end of first half, but it wasn't enough.

She sat on the locker room, trying to cool down, zoning out a bit. All she could think of was winning this, to come home as a champion. For her girls.

She could have never imagined you had been in the hospital for the last couple of hours, let alone giving birth. So she didn't bother to look for her phone.

And before she knew, she was walking back to the field for the second half.

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"Just one more push, yeah?"

And you did as a loud cry filled the room. And they placed her right on your chest.

You felt like you could pass out from how tired you were.

But you couldn't, yet.

"You did great darling." her mom cooed you in between tears.

"Is the game over yet?"

"Yes, they won second place." she handed your phone over.

You cried hard a the sound of that. She had been deprived of being champion and seeing her daughter's first moments in the same day, at the same time. You tried to recompose yourself while you pressed to facetime her.

ongoing call...

"Hey love, what took you so lon-" she managed to get out before shutting up at the realization. A big smile appearing in her tear stained face. "She's beautiful."

before she could say anything else, Lucy, who was prying at the video call, loudly announced to everyone.

"The baby is here!" and you could hear the girls cheering loudly. Running to try and congratulate you.

"You guys are so loud, geez." your soon to be wife said after a few moments, walking to a more private place, so you both could talk.

"I am so sorry." you said eyes filled with tears.

"We couldn't have known." she said giving you a reassuring smile. "I was going to show you this baby here," showing her silver medal at the camera. "But it seems like you're already holding our baby right there."

And for over ten minutes you two sat quietly, just admiring the angel you had brought into the world.

"Is she okay? I mean she clearly looks like it, but since she's early..."

"Better than expected actually. They said she's around 6.30 lbs and over 19 inches. Pretty big for a preterm. They'll run some tests in the morning, just to be sure." you said letting out a yawn.

"You need to get some sleep. And I'm getting on the first plane home."

"I love you, and I'm so proud of you."

"Oh baby, I'm the one who's proud. I love you. Both of you."

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Maybe another part with G meeting baby Talia?

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[measuredingold]

more cuddling with noah, but written properly 🥲 very short so i’m not considering this a fic so no word count and will probably tag this as a headcanon <3 anyways enjoy

cw/tw: fluff fluff fluff that’s literally it

A sigh from the top of the stairs breaks you out of your doom scrolling, eyes looking up from your phone to find Noah already staring at you.

His brows were furrowed and lips set in a deep frown, and the bags under his eyes made it clear he's been up a lot longer than you realized. Your eyes drop to your phone again to check the time, finding yourself frowning that it's well into the evening, and this is your first time seeing Noah since breakfast.

You look up. "Hi baby."

He sighs again before trudging down the steps, and you can practically see the heaviness of whatever is on his mind weighing on him. You shift on the couch to get in a much more comfortable position, back pressed into the cushions, and your arms opening once Noah gets closer to you. He gently falls onto you with a groan before wrapping his arms around your middle the best he can.

"Hi." He mumbles, face burying against the crook of your neck. One of your hands immediately finds a way to his hair, fingers carding through it while the other rests on his back.

"What's up?"

You feel his body slowly start to melt into yours, burrowing himself closer to you. You shiver at the feeling of his hands sliding up under your shirt, cool to the touch.

"Can't get this one part right." His voice is muffled against your neck and you can barely understand him, but don't bother moving him. You know this is the first time all day he's been semi-relaxed. "Pissing me off."

"Take a break, honey."

"I am." Noah groans. "Right now. Gimme like... 10 minutes, then I'll head back up."

You laugh softly, scratching at his scalp gently before smoothing down his hair. "You need a much longer break than that. How long have you been at it?"

"Uh..." It takes much longer for him to respond, brain probably fried from staring at his screen for so long. "Sometime this morning?"

"I figured that much. You were working before I even got up."

"Needed to get a head start on it." He yawns loudly then and tries to snuggle his body closer to yours, fingers digging into the skin at your sides.

"You can work on it tomorrow." You can't stop the frown forming on your lips, hand running up and down his back. "When was the last time you ate something?"

"...This morning."

"Noah."

"I knooow." It comes out as a whine and you can't help but laugh again, turning your head to press a kiss to the side of his head. "I forgot. Too caught up in the song. I didn't realize how much time had passed until like, 30 minutes ago."

"Want me to make you something? Or takeout?"

Another long moment of silence follows your question, and you think briefly that maybe he had already fallen asleep, the exhaustion catching up to him. Eventually you hear him make a noise and wiggle his body closer to yours, nose pressing against the base of your neck.

"...Takeout?"

"We can do that. Chinese?" Noah nods against you. "Want me to order it now?"

"In a second." He sighs out and you can't help but shiver at the feeling of his breath against your neck. "I just wanna lay here for a while longer."

You practically melt at his words and your hand drops from his hair to wrap your arms around him fully. You wish it was under better circumstances, but you loved whenever he was in one of these moods. Where he needed to be as close to you as possible, practically needing to live in your skin to feel somewhat sane. You squeeze him to your chest, feeling him try to wiggle his way closer to you.

"Whatever you want, my love."

He practically purrs at that and your face flushes when you feel the brush of his lips against your skin.

"Thank you." He murmurs in response before relaxing against your chest again, letting out a deep sigh you think he's been holding in.

You don't say anything, just squeeze him tighter to you as you both lay there in silence, basking in the comfort of each other.

[vashs-turtleneck]

Reverence

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Sinister!Vash x Reader Summary: Vash isn't the monster people say he is. They just don't understand the lengths at which he'll go to save humanity and the plants. A few... sacrifices are necessary to make a world like that, but you will always be his loyal follower. CW: smut, blowjob, religious imagery, god/follower dynamics, blood. Word count: 1.4k AN: wanted a sinister Vash where he's trying to save everyone but in a very delusional way. this was originally supposed to be like a 200 word thing....what happened...

They call him a walking disaster, the humanoid typhoon, the diablo, but you know better than anyone else that it's not true. People are wrong about Vash the Stampede.

Everything he does is for mankind. He strives only for the betterment of No Man's Land, a world where humans and plants can live together in harmony. Can't they see that? How blind can the people be to his blessings that they place a bounty over his head and deem him a demon? The people he hurts, the lives he takes, the towns he destroys, it's all for their benefit - small sacrifices to make for the interest of the many. He doesn't want to hurt people. He doesn't want to take lives, but it's a sin he's ready to bear for everyone's sake. They don't see him in the late hours of the night, when he wipes the blood from his hands and sorrow fills his eyes, his tears mixing with the crimson smeared along his cheeks. Yet, they call you a fool, call you crazy for following him the way these people follow their false gods. At least you know your god is real.

And he always keeps you close. You're not allowed out of his sight, lest you want to be punished. Luckily, you're always right behind him, following constantly at his heel, giving him every ounce of your devotion. You know it's for your own sake that he keeps the leash tight around your neck. He only wants to keep you safe, after all. Whatever he does, you know he has your best intentions in mind. You'd strip and bark like a dog if he told you to because you trust him so completely. That dazzling smile would never deceive you, even if it doesn't meet his eyes.

So when he tells you to drop down to your knees, you do so without hesitation, falling down to the hard wood floors with a resounding *thud*, but you don't mind. The bruises it leaves behind will be a testament of your faith. 

“Always so good. So quick to listen.”

It's instinctual, the way you lean into his touch when he pets you, metal fingers running through your hair while his hand of flesh and bone works to unbuckle his belt, followed by the low purr of a zipper being undone. You watch in awe as Vash frees himself from those tight leather pants, his perfect cock leaking pretty beads of precum down along his shaft, and you have to fight back the urge to go against his grip and run your tongue along the length of him, to savor every drop of him. He pulls you in closer by your hair, brushing the tip along your cheek and leaving behind a wet trail of precum - a promise of what's to come.

“Open wide, mayfly.”

Your lips part immediately, and he gives you no time before every delicious inch of his cock is thrust into your mouth, the tip slamming against the back of your throat. He lets out a long, shuddering sigh that heats you up to the core, and he keeps himself still for a few moments, savoring the warmth of your eager mouth around him. His fingers card through your hair, a dark, breathy chuckle leaving the humanoid typhoon before his hips reel back and slam back against you. He falls into a feverish rhythm, rutting himself against your mouth with his tight grip on your hair pushing and pulling your head back and forth for his own pleasure.

“Suck. Suck hard.”

And you do. Of course you do. Your cheeks hollow as you accept him fully and unabashedly into your mouth, your tongue lavishing the scarred underside of his cock, tracing every vein and mapping out every inch of him with your lips. Even as you choke and gag and tears stream down your cheeks, your gaze stays focused on the man standing above you. He looks down at you with a wide smile, showing off those sharp canines that have left their mark on you too many times to count, his lower lip caught between his teeth, and those dark, hooded eyes fixed on you.

“So pretty with your mouth full like that.”

Every bit of your discomfort is worth it when those saccharine words fall from his lips. 

“So beautiful when you're struggling. You'll swallow every drop I give you, won't you?”

You can't reply when your mouth is being used as a toy for the humanoid typhoon, but the way you mewl so desperately for his cum is more than enough of an answer for him.

“Haah… That's right. Take all of it.”

He tightens his grip on your head, pushing you down on him all the way to the hilt and keeping you still. You watch as Vash throws his head back with a rumbling groan, spending himself down your throat and flooding your mouth with his cum. You moan at the taste of him, and you have to stop your eyes from rolling back, lest you miss even a moment of his pleasure. You gather every savory drop of him with your lips and tongue, swallowing it all down with hungry enthusiasm. To waste even a drop of such a generous offering would be a terrible sin. 

“Mayfly.”

Vash suddenly pulls you up on your feet by the hair with his metal hand. He cups your face and pinches your cheeks between his fingers, forcing your lips to purse as he trails the tip of his tongue up along your cheek, tasting your tears and leaving behind a scorching path along your skin.

“Such a mess. You look delectable, sweetheart.”

He pulls back with a growl, his eyes scanning your face, taking in the view of you looking so completely and utterly wrecked, and he hasn't even touched you yet. He crashes his lips against yours, knocking your teeth together in a hungry kiss. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and caresses it against your own, invading every one of your senses. Whether it's his tongue or his cock, your mouth molds itself to him. Everything you have to give, everything you are, it's all for him. He consumes you, mind, body, and soul. 

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths for a moment before it breaks.

Oh, he's being so generous, letting you have a taste of both his lips and his dick tonight.

“I could devour you, but I’m not done with you just yet. Back on your knees. Now. I wouldn't wanna have to punish my precious little bug for being disobedient.”

You lick your lips clean of his flavor and settle back down on your knees. Your hands mindlessly clasp together in front of your chest, akin to a devotee praying at their place of worship.

He cups your cheek in his large, calloused palm, guiding your open mouth back onto him. This time, Vash's pace is much slower, much more gentle. His hips glide in a deep, sensual rhythm, giving you the time to feel every ridge and every inch of him. You've taken care of his initial hunger, that burning need for release, and now he rewards you by letting you take your time with his cock. You hum sweetly as you continue to pamper him, your tongue swirling along his cockhead and teasing the slit with the tip of your tongue, groaning as you taste the remnants of his release.

“Oh, mayfly,” he coos, his thumb swiping away a fallen tear from your cheek. He looks down at you with such tenderness that it makes you whimper. 

“You're so good. So good.”

You want to be good. All you want is to be good to him, show him that despite the venom spat his way, you will always be at his side. You live for him, and you'll die for him.

“My precious little mayfly. I'll be…so sad the day I have to kill you.”

Poor, sweet man. Your heart aches for him, for the martyr he's been forced to become. But you're still here. For now, anyway, and you'll sing his praises to the heavens as long as you draw breath. It doesn't matter how much your throat burns and your eyes sting, as long as you're pulling those deep, succulent moans from him, as long as he praises you so sweetly, you'll be on your knees for him, worshiping him like the angel you see him as.

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[newwritergirl]

Starting over | Part 23

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Summary: A special day for y/n is just around the corner and her boys are trying to make it the best she's ever had.

Trigger Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI,hurt and comfort, injuries, mention of past bad relationship, a tiny little bit steamy but not really smut

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: I took me soooo long to get this chapter out, work was crazy and I had so much to do that I didn't find the time to write. I'm not happy with this chapter, not at all. It's just a small filler but it has to be done. The next chapter is going to be smutty!

A warm nearly hot feeling is enveloping Jake's chest when he wakes up from his nap. Slowly coming to and getting more awareness of his surroundings he starts to feel a vibration beside him. No, no vibration but shivering. Memories of the previous events flood his mind, y/n giving her statement, exhausted from reliving the memories of Welsh's attack, his girlfriend being afraid that they don't believe her, him cuddling with her on the couch and finally falling asleep. He opens his eyes and sees the source of the vibration against his chest. Y/n is violently shivering, her teeth nearly chattering. Jake peels his hands away from the young woman's back and wander higher up until he rests one hand on her neck. She is burning up. The blonde aviator softly cups her face which is pressed against his chest and tilts her head back to get a look at her face. Beats of sweat had already formed on her forehead. Even not awake y/n looks like she is in distress, in pain during her sleep.

"Y/n? Hey sweet cupcake…" Jake strokes over flushed cheeks, trying to rouse her as softly from her nap as possible. He is greeted with a small moan which is immediately followed by a painful whimper when his girlfriend tries to pry open her tired eyes. The light which filters through the living room windows is way too bright for her head which seems like having a raging tornado inside. She fists Jake's shirt into her hands to distract herself from the pain radiating through her body.

"Hey my girl. Did you sleep well?" Jake asks in a loving voice admiring the beauty of his girlfriend even with sweat coating her forehead and her cheeks flushed from her fever. The blonde pilot places a cautious kiss on her lips. He would have never believed that he ever feels so much love for a woman let alone for Rooster. But here he is, madly in love with his roommate and friend and this wonderful woman in his arms.

He gets slightly concerned when he doesn't get a real answer from y/n, she must be feeling really bad.

"Your fever is back, y/n. I think you're ready for some more painkillers and something for that temperature of yours."

Bradley is brought out of his thoughts when he hears soft mumbling coming from the living room area. He just talked to Maverick over the phone who gave him some interesting information about both Fillon and Welsh.

He stands up from his seated position at their dining table and makes his way over to his partners, who are still huddled on the couch.

He crouches down beside the sofa cringing when his eyes land on the huge bruise on y/n's lower back where her, well his shirt, has ridden up. He exchange a concerned look with Jake who is already fully alert, cuddling their violently shaking girlfriend into his chest.

"Hey, welcome back." Bradley says before he kisses y/n head, inhaling her sweet scent. A soft 'Roo-y' can be heard but it's muffled by Jake's chest.

"What about you two, my sleepyheads, stand up now and I'm going to make us something to eat. You must be hungry." Bradley suggests while drawing patterns between y/n's shoulder blades.

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Y/n was desperate for a shower, to rinse away the remaining memories of the disastrous interrogation she endured by the two Lieutenants of the military police. When the painkillers finally set in and took the edge away she gave Jake her best puppy dog eyes to convince him that she is fit enough to take a shower.

So here she is, clinging to Jake's wet body in the shower of the master bathroom. Droplets of lukewarm water cascading his muscular body. Goosebumps are littering her feverish body. The two conditions her boyfriends gave her were that she is not going to shower alone, which was no problem for her, she loves to shower with one or even better with both of the pilots, but the second condition is much more difficult for her. She has to take a nearly cold shower to help lowering her temperature. Even after taking her medication her body is still not able to fight the raging fever completely.

Two strong hands are massaging her scalp, washing her hair and soothing her headache. Y/n leans her body further into Jake's chest feeling his strong body deliciously close to hers.

"Baby, when you come any closer I can't restrain myself anymore." Jake chuckles into her ear, intensifying the goosebumps littering her body even more and now not because of the cold water but because she can feel Jake's member poking into her abdomen.

Butterflies are raging a storm in her body when she traces pattern on the blonde aviator's muscular chest while his fingers massaging the conditioner into her hair.

Y/n places soft kisses right above Jake's heart. She loves her two boyfriends unconditionally and this fact just manifests only more when she realizes how both take care of her without claiming something back from her.

"Gonna wash this out, it's getting a bit colder now, baby." Jake whispers into y/n's ear when he finishes massaging her scalp and before he starts to rinse her hair with the hand shower.

A small yelp tumbles out of y/n's mouth when more lukewarm water hits her head. She stumbles another step into Jake and his warmer Body, grabbing his hips to steady herself.

The cold water and the uncomfortableness is soon forgotten when she can feel his semi hard member now much better with no distance between them.

Jake looks down and is greeted with a mischievous but cute grin from his girlfriend.

When her right hand slowly wanders from its secure place on Jake's left hip right to his sensitive cock, Jake hisses and closes his eyes from arousal. But soon he catches the wandering hand placing it back on his chest.

"You feel that? You're going to be the death of me…" He chuckles while holding her hand in place to show her his rapidly beating heart. The blonde pilot takes her other hand and slowly lead it up to his face until his lips touching y/n's fingertips, slowly kissing all five digits of her left hand.

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Enveloped in a fluffy and preheated bath towel Jake hoists y/n up onto the bathroom counter, a soft giggle escaping her when she drops her gaze on the small towel around Jake's hips. The small fabric clearly struggling to shield his still hard member from her prying eyes.

"I see you two had your fun?" Bradley asks in a playful strict tone when he steps into the master bathroom finding both his partners still not dressed.

When his gaze lands on the slightly flushed cheeks of the blonde aviator he is afraid that he too is sick now, that his cheeks are also flushed with fever. But soon he realized the real reason for Jake's bright red cheeks.

"This little vixen, too sick to help with the household, but fit enough to touch her nurse inappropriate." Jake says in playful banter, glad that both his partners are laughing, forgetting the stress of the previous days just for a small moment.

"Well, I can't blame her for that," the brunette softly laying his arm around y/n's smaller frame, "who doesn't want to touch a naked Jake Hangman Seresin?"

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The following week was an up and down for y/n. There's still no sign of Welsh. Him being out there makes the young woman nervous. Is he out there watching them? Is he over the hills and long gone or is he coming back for revenge? Especially now that Lieutenant Fillon told the whole story he has with Welsh, y/n is certain that the psycho is going to make an appearance. The only question is when.

Her physical recovery is still taking slow. Some days she feels better than others. Over the last days she gained some more energy to even wander around in the house. On other days she feels like a train hit her. Even if she knows what side-effects her bruised kidney can cause such as pain, fever and blood in her urine, one night she was shocked to see the amount of blood in the toilet. She knew she didn't drink enough water that day and the amount of pain she was in during the trip to the toilet in the middle of the night made that very clear.

On shaky legs she finished her business but her strength was soon completely exchanged with excruciating pain spreading from her lower back into all fibers of her body. Sitting on the floor making herself as small as possible is how Bradley found her after he stared for several minutes at the rays of light from under the closed bathroom door which illuminated his bedroom.

His concerns only grew when more than ten minutes went by without any audible movement behind the closed door. So he tiptoed into the bathroom without waking Jake up and found their girlfriend in a concerning condition.

Y/n was more than ashamed that she once again disturbed one of her boyfriends' sleep.

Fortunately she was able to avoid a trip to the hospital and during the following days she got some of her energy back.

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"Baby! Babygirl!...Y/N!" Jake softly stops his girlfriend from swirling her way further around the living room. It's two weeks since she has been released from the hospital into the care of her overprotective boyfriends. As much as she loves both of them after 14 days of them pampering her, she is bored out of her mind. So she made the decision to clean the living room, even if it was spotless thanks to Jake and Bradley, just to feel somewhat useful.

Y/n sneaks around the living area when both her partners are hitting the home gym, she finally could convince them that it is absolutely not necessary to keep her under observation 24/7, especially under the aspect that one of them will be back at work at the base rather than staying at home writing instructions for their recruits.

"I just wanted to tidy up the living room a bit." She says while Jake softly turns her smaller body around to face her completely. Tomorrow their friends, the whole Dagger Squad, are showing up, it's y/n's birthday and Natasha would've gone feral if either Jake or Bradley would've refused her to come and visit her friend. Y/n was able to convince both her boyfriends that they should invite their whole friend group. Because of her being injured Jake and Bradley are in great need to forget the stress for one moment and being with all their friends and colleagues will be the perfect arrangement, at least if you ask y/n.

Jake lowers his gaze to catch his girlfriend's sparkling eyes, a loving grin on his face.

"Cupcake, it's spotless in the living room. Heck, the house is spotless. Bradley and I did the whole cleaning yesterday, remember?"

"Just wanted to be helpful, useful. I feel like," the young woman looks down to the floor, the fluffy carpet in front of their sofa seems to be much more interesting as the man in front of her, "-feel like I'm useless. You two did so much for me. Not just after the- the incident, but in general. How can I ever pay you back?" Y/n lets out a long and frustrated breath.

Jake tilts her head up, softly stroking his pointer finger under her chin.

"Y/n, my love. You're the most important thing in our life. Don't you ever think that you have to pay us back." Y/n shrieks when suddenly the blonde aviator sweeps her up, his hands under her bum. The young woman embraces her legs around Jake's midsection while he searches for her plump lips.

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Y/n feels a gentle tickling on the soft flesh of her neck. A warm hand strokes wisps of her silky hair out of the way. Soon she feels warm lips covering her neck in kisses a sweet 'happy birthday, Princess' is whispered into her ear. She smiles into her pillow, enjoying the morning cuddles of one of her boyfriends. She stretches one arm out but is greeted with a cold bedside. Jake seems to be long up, fortunately Bradley is still with her in bed. The young woman rolls over to greet the brunette pilot properly by placing her hands on his warm chest stealing a kiss from his delicious looking lips. She lets out a shy moan when his mustache tickles her upper lip.

"How did our birthday girl sleep?" Bradley mumbles against her slightly opened lips.

A shiver runs down her spine when she feels his arms tightening around her to bring her closer to his muscular body. She can feel his warm skin on hers, his muscles flexing when he starts to stroke his hands over her back, cautious not to touch her still prominent bruise.

The door to Bradley's bedroom, in which the three often sleep together, creaks open. Y/n breaks away from Bradley's lips to raise her head from the comfy pillow.

Like a Greek God Jake stands in the doorway. The bright light from the living area envelopes him like a halo. In his right hand he balances a small cake with a white silky looking cream sprinkled with colorful dots like small confetti, a single candle already lighted up. In his other hand he carries a suspicious looking  turquoise gift bag.

The blonde bare chested aviator makes his way over to the empty side of the spacious bed, deposits the gift bag on the nightstand to secure the cake with the burning candle in both his hands when he crawls his way over to y/n.

"Happy Birthday, y/n!" Jake breathes out in a quiet voice, keeping the calm in the bedroom. The young woman sits up snuggling her back into the brunettes chest.

"Make a wish, Princess." Bradley whispers into y/n's ear, catching all her loose hair into his hand to help her lean forward towards the cute looking birthday cake.

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She can't remember one birthday which was so filled with love and affection than this one today. More than a spiteful and hateful 'happy birthday' she has never gotten from Michael, her ex. When she is honest the most prominent memory of one of her birthday is five years ago. Michael was in an extraordinary bad mood this day and it only gotten worse when he found y/n in the small kitchen baking a cake for her colleagues at work. A small amount of flour was spread across on the kitchen tiles when the man entered the kitchen. It ended with y/n sporting a broken rib and painful burn on her hand when he forced her to get the cake out of the oven without any protection such as an oven mitt.

Today is entirely different, the three of them shared a big piece of cake while still cuddling in bed together, laughing and chatting the morning away.

A small tear is making its way down y/n's cheek, soon followed by more. A steady stream of salty tears drips into her lap when she stares at the present in her hand.

The cool material in her hand reflecting the rays of light which filter through the curtain. Y/n traces the heart shaped pendant with the pointer finger of her other hand. A small diamond framed with the well-known 'Return to Tiffany & Co." decorates the silvery material.

"Turn the heart around cupcake." Jake puts his under y/n's shaking one. Embedded on the backside she finds their three initials.

A load sob tumbles out of her mouth when she first looks into Jake's eyes and then turns around to look at the other pilot.

"This- this is too much…" She stumbles over her words. This the most expensive, most beautiful present she has ever gotten.

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The light mood which spreads in every corner of their shared house is nearly physical palpable. Y/n never have thought that she would ever have such a fun birthday with friends and all the people she loves and more important people who love her. Phoenix brought a huge helium filled balloon and the guys each brought a nice bouquet of y/n's favorite flowers. Bradley was the designated chef, grilling burgers, steaks and vegetables for his friends.

After a very nice sunset which they all enjoyed watching on the cozy deck of the three's garden the cold wind picks up, creating a deep chill in y/n's bones, so that she was thankful when Jake suggested to go inside and huddle in the living room together.

This was the longest time the young woman was on up and about for nearly two weeks and she can already feel the exhaustion spreading through her body. But despite her feeling more and more drained she doesn't want to let the good time end. When she is sure that she can't stifle the next yawn she makes her way into the kitchen to start the dishwasher.

---

"I guess we should hit the road. Our birthday girl can't keep her eyes open any longer." Phoenix speaks in a hushed voice. She knows that y/n would never kick them out even in pain or being utterly exhausted. So one by one envelopes their friend in a tight hug, silently thanking God that she seems to be on her way to recovery.

"Thanks for coming. Seeing you all was the best present…"

---

"Okay Princess, time to hit the pillow." Bradley says while he envelopes his girlfriend in a tight hug, embracing her smaller body completely into his. Y/n looks up into the pilot's warm brown eyes, slowly stroking her pointer finger over his plump lips.

Feeling her soft finger dancing over his lips, Bradley can't stop the moan which tumbles out of his mouth. In a strong but nor painful grip he catches y/n's hand and lowers his head to place a kiss on his girlfriend's waiting lips. It's now y/n's turn to let out a shy moan when she feels another set of strong yet soft hands caressing her back.

"Making out without me?" The woman feels Jake's hot breath against the shell of her ear.

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[thebramblewood]

this is in a similar vein to an ask you got recently but do you have any tips for those who are interested in sims 4 (or even other games like ts3 and ts2) storytelling? I write fanfiction but I think making sims 4 stories could be a fun venture. Anyway, thank you for your time! I love your stories so very much they're literally my hyperfixation!

Well, that makes two of us because it's literally my hyperfixation. I think I've shared bits of advice before, so some of this might sound familiar, but here are some things I think are important to remember (and I tried to be concise, I swear).

Write the story you want to write. Obviously, it's a great feeling when something takes off and people get invested. But if you pursue an idea only because you think Simblr will like it, you probably won't be inspired for long and it'll probably show. I've been very lucky with my story, but it didn't blow up overnight. Early on, I was thrilled to get double digit notes or one reblog or comment and was admittedly disappointed when I put a lot of effort into something and nobody seemed to notice. But I kept going because I was obsessed and wanted to see it through, and that's more true now than ever.

Start with low stakes and allow yourself to evolve. Before I was on Simblr, I made Sims stories with no poses or visual enhancements or fancy editing. I wrote them for myself, and I loved every minute of it, but they also gave me a solid foundation for the kind of storytelling I do now. Even after starting this blog, I eased myself into it. I learned how to use poses and Reshade, then moved on to more advanced editing techniques, then moved on to teaching myself to make poses and very basic CC. If you try to learn it all at once, you're more likely to give up because you're overwhelmed. Take your time and make peace with the fact that perfection isn't possible. Everyone's always learning!

Take advantage of the fact that Sims is a game. Even though I've been a creative writer for most of my life, I don't come up with fully-fleshed, elaborate Sims stories from scratch. It started off with my legacy and not wanting every generation to feel the same. I thought about gameplay I hadn't experienced yet and centered each generation's story around that. Even with HZID, I just wanted to make and play with vampires! That's it! Initially, I used a lot of gameplay to convey Helena's college experiences, and I still try to incorporate it when I can. It can really be a great base to spark your creativity if you don't know where to start.

Don't have a life outside your story. I'm joking. Kind of. I'm not a very social person and I don't like leaving my house if I don't have to. This leaves me with a lot of time for working on story things. Honestly, I could probably stand to work on it less. But for better or worse, I'm doing story-related things most nights and weekends, and even if I'm not doing anything, I'm thinking about it. It's probably mental illness, but we'll just call it passion. At the same time, it's also important to take breaks! If you're feeling burnt out, step away for a while. If you can't make yourself step away completely (raises hand), just edit the script or spin your blorbos around in CAS or something rather than going straight for posing a scene.

Follow and interact with other storytellers. This is probably the most important thing, and as someone who struggles with social anxiety it was the hardest for me to do. But I try to make a point of keeping up with other stories, commenting, and reblogging. Not only will the amazing talent of other writers inspire you, but you're building meaningful connections that make them more likely to want to interact with your story. There's no denying it feels amazing to watch your audience grow. But no one's going to see you if you don't make an effort to be seen, as scary as it can be. So try to be active in the community and support other storytellers the way you want to be supported!

[elysiaheaven]

𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹-𝟭𝟴-(The Fox's wedding)

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Moze appeared suddenly, his sharp gaze cutting through the tension like a knife. His presence brought a cold chill as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing at the scene in front of him—your tear-streaked face, the manic look in your eyes, and Jiaoqiu, holding you tightly. You felt exposed, vulnerable, so you scrambled to put on your mask, quickly hiding the remnants of your emotional breakdown behind a cold, detached facade.

Without missing a beat, you straightened yourself, forcing your voice into an icy tone. "Let's go. We've wasted enough time," you said, your voice hollow and devoid of any emotion. Moze raised an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by your sudden shift. Even he, with his vast knowledge of human behavior, seemed unsure of what had just happened.

Jiaoqiu stood silently, watching you with a deep intensity. His eyes followed your every move, searching for a crack in the cold mask you wore. He looked like he wanted to say something, to reach out, but the moment had passed. You were distant again, a ghost of the person you had been just moments before.

"It's time to leave," Jiaoqiu finally said, his voice strained, though he tried to hide it. Moze gave a short nod, casting one last confused glance between the two of you before he led the way.

The three of you walked through the busy streets, the atmosphere felt heavier. You continued your act, speaking in clipped, emotionless tones. You cracked twisted jokes and feigned indifference, pushing Jiaoqiu's buttons at every opportunity. But he didn't respond with anger or annoyance. Instead, he kept staring at you, a silent plea in his eyes, hoping for some sign that the cold mask was just an act.

Moze remained quiet, observing from the sidelines, though he could tell something was off. His instinct, honed from years of working in the shadows, told him that whatever had just happened between you and Jiaoqiu was far more complicated than it appeared.

"Acting messed up won't get you anywhere," Jiaoqiu muttered quietly as the group walked ahead. You shot him a sharp glance, but he didn't elaborate. His eyes never left you, filled with a mix of concern, confusion, and something deeper that you didn't want to acknowledge.

You scoffed, keeping up the twisted front. "You think you understand me, Jiaoqiu? You don't know anything," you said with a cold smirk, though your heart felt heavier with each word. 

Even if it hurt. Even if it was killing you.

Timeskip

"Speaking of which, why hasn't she arrived yet? They say the Merlin's Claw strikes like lightning. Being late isn't her style..." a familiar voice rang out. You knew this voice, but couldn't quite place it.

"That's not true, General Huaiyan. She's been here for a while now, but I'm sure you've heard of her... unbridled nature," Jiaoqiu responded, clearly answering the general's curiosity before it could fully form into a question.

"As soon as she disembarked from the star skiff, she mentioned having something to attend to and disappeared," Moze added, his tone more matter-of-fact.

"Miss Feixiao's a silly goose when she's on duty. You don't have to worry," you chimed in from behind your mask, your voice dripping with smugness.

General Huaiyan raised an eyebrow, turning toward your direction. "You must be the messengers from the Xianzhou Yaoqing, I assume... And you are?" His gaze lingered on you, his curiosity piqued as he tried to make out who hid behind the mask.

You met his gaze, your expression unreadable under the mask's fox-like design. Despite the years, his appearance hadn't changed—Jing Yuan still looked as composed and formidable as ever. His long white hair, tied back with a red ribbon, golden eyes sharp as ever, and that same mole under his left eye. He wore his armor like it was second nature, his golden plates reflecting the light, with his lion Snowmoon no doubt nearby.

Jing Yuan's eyes stayed on you, alert and calculating. "A kitsune mask?" General Huaiyan asked, breaking the silence, curiosity flickering in his gaze.

Before you could respond, Jiaoqiu quickly stepped in. "This is my wife," he said smoothly, his hand moving protectively to your arm. "She wanted to join me. She... ran away from her home, and I decided to marry her for her sake." His voice had a calm confidence, but there was a hint of urgency, as if hoping his words would satisfy their questioning gaze.

Jing Yuan's sharp eyes didn't waver, but he remained silent, his expression unreadable. General Huaiyan, on the other hand, looked momentarily satisfied, though intrigue still danced in his eyes.

Jing Yuan's expression darkened as he spoke, his voice cold and measured. "I've always wanted to behead another kitsune girl who once came to Luofu," he said, his golden eyes locking onto you with a sharp, almost predatory glare.

You could feel his gaze piercing through you, a palpable tension in the air. Calmly, you lifted your mask and met his cold stare with a wicked smile. "Yes, such an evil woman should have been beheaded," you replied with a dark chuckle. "But it's a shame... her curse could kill the one she's bonded with."

Your eyes darted toward Jiaoqiu, making it clear who you meant, though Jiaoqiu was oblivious to the exchange, distracted by his conversation with Moze. The implication hung heavy in the air, though. Jing Yuan's jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as if he were piecing something together.

General Huaiyan, standing nearby, noticed the tension. "Jing Yuan... do you know her?" he asked, his tone filled with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.

Jing Yuan's eyes flicked back to yours, as if seeing through your mask of deceit. His lips curled into a tight, bitter smile. "No," he said, his voice low and dangerously calm. "I don't."

But his gaze betrayed the truth. He knew exactly who you were. 

Jing Yuan's eyes locked onto you, his golden irises shimmering with a strange intensity, as if he had seen a ghost. The cold detachment in his gaze flickered for a brief moment, betraying a deeper recognition. He tried to mask it, but you saw it—the brief flash of something unsettled in his calm demeanor.

You tilted your head, smirking wickedly. Then, in a mocking gesture, you playfully placed your hand over your neck, as if holding it to keep your head in place. "Careful, General," you teased darkly, your voice dripping with false amusement. "Wouldn't want to lose my head over a silly misunderstanding."

Jing Yuan's jaw clenched, the tension thickening between you. He didn't respond, but his expression hardened, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the weight of his thoughts pressing against the air, unspoken words left to hang between you both. His earlier joke about beheading you now felt like something far more sinister.

General Huaiyan, sensing the undercurrent of hostility, shifted uncomfortably, casting a glance between you and Jing Yuan. "Jing Yuan?" he asked cautiously, trying to break the heavy silence. "Are you alright?"

Jing Yuan didn't immediately respond, still staring at you with that same haunted look, as if he couldn't quite shake the ghost of his own past. Finally, he tore his gaze away and let out a slow breath. "I'm fine," he muttered, though his voice was tight with control. "Just... old memories."

You chuckled softly, lowering your hand from your neck, thoroughly enjoying the effect you had on him. "Old memories have a way of haunting us, don't they?" you purred, your words laced with a venomous sweetness.

Jiaoqiu, still oblivious to the tension, glanced over with a bemused look. "What's so funny?" he asked, looking between you and the generals.

You shot him a sly smile, still feeling the eyes of Jing Yuan burning into you. "Nothing," you said smoothly, sliding your mask back into place. "Just reminiscing about the past..."

"Now this is interesting," General Huaiyan mused with an amused smirk. "A guest who doesn't even bother to visit, but sends a message instead. Tell me, what could possibly be more important to her than showing up in person?"

Jiaoqiu responded casually, his tone light as he answered, "Master heard about a spectacular view at Scale Gorge Waterscape. I believe she went there to... enjoy the scenery."

"A spectacular view, you say?" General Huaiyan's brow lifted as he glanced at Jing Yuan with a mocking chuckle. "Did you hear that? This person must be sarcastic."

"How is this sarcasm, old man?" you interrupted smoothly, masking the rising sadness in your chest with an air of nonchalance. "The view really is breathtaking. I had a Foxian friend who used to follow me around... and a dragon companion too. We'd hang out there. It's truly beautiful..." Your voice trailed off for a moment, but you managed to keep the melancholy well-hidden beneath your smile.

General Huaiyan eyed you curiously, but before he could speak, Jiaoqiu stepped in once more. "Please, don't misunderstand me, General Huaiyan," he said, maintaining his poker face. "I was merely stating the facts. Master thought it would be improper to keep you waiting. So she sent us ahead. Once she's finished admiring the scenery, she will personally come and apologize to both of you."

Jiaoqiu and Moze made their farewells, preparing to leave. Jiaoqiu reached out to catch your hand, but you pulled away sharply, not wanting his touch. Jing Yuan's commanding voice cut through the tension. "Please, stay. I need to speak with you."

General Huaiyan nodded, stepping outside as instructed, leaving you alone with Jing Yuan. The room's atmosphere grew heavy as you met his gaze with a cold, unwavering stare, a mix of defiance and weariness in your eyes. You felt a deep frustration, thinking how ironic it was that he might only threaten you instead of offering the resolution you longed for.

Jing Yuan's voice was stern as he began, "How do you live with yourself after having killed an entire village? How do you continue after causing so much suffering to another man?"

His words cut through you, but you tried to maintain your composure. "Adoring," you said softly, almost to yourself. "It's not like the Jing Yuan who used to sneak in during Jingliu's training just to steal my sweets. You were kind then, but now you judge me so harshly."

You walked over to him and handed him a letter. "In this letter, Jingliu wrote about the tragic fate of a kitsune who lived before her Mara struck. It was me who took it to keep others from knowing what truly happened."

As you turned to leave, you added with a quiet, somber tone, "I always cared for all of you, for all ... for our old friends." Your voice broke slightly, revealing the depth of your pain. You didn't wait for his response; instead, you walked away, feeling each step weighed down by the hurt and betrayal that had defined your past.

Jing Yuan's eyes followed you, the weight of his unspoken regrets clear as he read the letter. His thoughts were interrupted by your departing words, which echoed with an anguish that mirrored your own.

You muttered to yourself, your voice barely audible, "Why did I survive through all that suffering, just to be seen as a traitor? Why do I live while others suffered?" Your questions remained unanswered.

Moze mentioned he would be leaving for a while, and with that, he took his leave, leaving you and Jiaoqiu alone. 

Upon returning, Jiaoqiu looked at you with a blend of concern and desire, asking if you'd like to wander around. You were too numb to respond clearly, your eyes showing a depth of pain as you nodded.

Jiaoqiu, sensing something off, gently but firmly took hold of your head, pulling you close. You felt too weak to protest, your mind clouded with tormenting questions and emotions. Suddenly, he enveloped you in a warm embrace, his arms providing a fleeting sense of comfort.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You looked up at him, your gaze twisted and pained. A twisted, broken laugh escaped your lips as you responded, "Kill me, over and over....."

Jiaoqiu's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and frustration. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours in a feverish, almost desperate kiss. The kiss was intense and hungry, a primal need to silence you, to claim you in this moment of chaos. His lips moved passionately against yours, and his tongue sought to dominate, drawing out the lust that had been simmering between you both.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath mingling with yours. "Be quiet. Just wait," he murmured, his voice husky and laden with an unspoken promise.

Before you could fully process his words, he kissed you again, more fiercely this time. He guided you into a nearby dark alleyway, the shadows embracing you both. In the dim light, the kiss continued, fervent and insatiable. Your hands clung to him, pulling him closer, your body pressed against his in an urgent need for his touch.

Every kiss was a blend of desperation and longing, as if you were starved for his affection and touch. You let out soft, needy moans into his mouth, your heart racing with each heated embrace.

[carnallysm]

The Hunger.

Media Liaison Jennifer Jareau / Psychiatrist! Dark! Reader helping at the BAU. (Inspired by Hannibal NBC).

Settled in earlier seasons, but doesn't necessarily follow canon events strictly.

This is an AU.

Beware of typical in canon content such as: murder and cannibalism mentions, overall dark content. There's also some smut towards the end!

— Summary: "Jennifer Jareau is no profiler. She can't tell, like the rest of her team (except Garcia), what exactly means if someone socks are unmatched.

But she understands people, in her own way. A more natural one. A more consuming one.

You, the BAU's new hired psychiatrist to help the members with their mental health, will be the most consuming person Jennifer ever met."

It wasn't a wound, much less a profound one that Jennifer Jareau felt her heart had. Instead, each and every string that formed her heart was intact.

No one ever truly saw it, what's within her. Jennifer herself is sure she doesn't want to know what hides beneath the mask she's had plastered on her face since so many years.

What she knows is there's a hole in her heart; a bottomless black hole that she's been trying to fill for just as many years as she has been wearing a mask wherever she went to.

Nonetheless, Jennifer is happy with her life. It's the kind of life she had to live, for her family back then and for her family now. The BAU gave JJ that: a family. One that was always there, unlike her mother. Unlike her sister...

Thoughts about death must be inevitable in her job, that's what Jennifer thinks. Seeing, catching, interviewing, chasing serial killers all up and down the States would have an effect on everyone.

She thought so until she met you.

Carrying yourself with an air of gracefulness, and yet easy to talk to. There was something about you that simply made JJ uneasy. You never even flinched at the bodies — and even so, you were unbelievably gentle with the victims, offering them sessions of therapy for free.

What about you was what made a cold shiver run through her spine whenever your eyes met?

Her blue eyes reflecting your appearance, always formal at job while at the same time not enough to seem too snob. Every time she talked with you, it was like her heart opened; for better and worse.

"I don't find you that interesting." Jennifer didn't exactly lie, because more than interesting alone, she found you interestingly terrifying.

Because you opened her heart, tired apart all the strings that protected it, and filled the hole that was there the same way she did to you.

Your heart, that you felt so cold and alone. You always knew you were alone, despite all the people who praised your work. None of them knew you, your deepness — or the deepness of your hollowness. That was filled by Jennifer Jareau, someone so kind and yet so frustratingly unaware of her own self.

"You will." You responded to her with a small nod, before taking a piece of sausage you made for breakfast for both of you. An special one, even if Jennifer was unaware of that as well.

It was only the beginning of the love, the first person you didn't want to consume physically, but emotionally and completely. Someone to consume with, perhaps. JJ, you were sure, was the only person who would understand.

But first, you had to pull her where you wanted her. Made her realize things, realize everything about death and love.

"My parents died when I was very young," You confessed in one of your therapy sessions with Jennifer, being the psychiatrist hired for the BAU members. "Taking care of my sister wasn't easy, but I loved her."

You immediately took account of JJ's softening features, the curves of her mouth frowning into a saddened expression. She understands, you know, even if you're not fully being honest with her.

But Jennifer understands loss the same as you.

"My sister died when I was eleven, and..." JJ had to take a couple of seconds to have a deep breath, faintly shaking her head to clear the few tears gathering in her eyes. "I froze when I saw her in the bathroom. That's why I swore to never freeze again."

She raised a hand to softly, almost barely actually touching and more like caressing the necklace she was wearing, the one that used to belong to her sister.

That's all she had left of her sister, and for the first time in God knows how much, you felt sorry for her. You carried your sister everywhere, while Jennifer had to conform with a simple necklace.

It was simply pitiful.

Meanwhile, you kept doing your work both at day and night, and serving the pigs that your victims were to your teammates. They didn't know, of course. But it was delicious to see how they all, unknownly so, enjoyed and cherished your dishes.

It speaks on its own.

To love is to consume, in some way or another. You consumed the reminiscences of your sister for love, and now you take pigs down for their rudeness.

That's love, too. The more pigs you haunt and eat, the less criminals there are that could kill like they killed your sister. It's all about love, at the end, and you only ever felt such thing for your long-time sister forming part inside of you now, and for Jennifer.

You never felt actually lonely before. You were sure you couldn't find someone who would chain you to this despairing world. Now Jennifer Jareau became your tether to life, and you became the same for her. She made all the cracks open in you, all the cracks that craved with never-ending hunger to be known, seen, loved.

Even if JJ can't accept the love, the violence that it's love between the two of you, because for sure it's inconvenient, you don't doubt what you two feel for each other for even a second.

Because right now, when her lips are devouring yours, you can feel every single thing that's inside of her.

There's no need for words.

She craves you — you, who are everything she always stood away from. Who are what she swore she'll always fight against. Who she hates loving, but who made her feel whole, finally complete in ways she couldn't understand.

She bit your lower lip, and blood spilled from it like a fountain with the statue of an angel pouring water in a scenery, except it was the blood of you, the devil who caught the deer and showed her a different way to love.

And Jennifer licked your blood, as if a starving wolf licked the guts of the rabbit he just ravaged.

When your back met the wall of JJ's room, you felt her hand forcefully tearing off your blouse as her lips never left yours; you were desperate for air, and so hungry for her at the same time you couldn't think straight.

Rather, your mind was focused on the pain and pleasure combining in an explosion of the only thing you ever knew: blood. Blood, in this moment with JJ was passion for you both, and frustration for her as well.

Her lips made their way down with deep bites alongside your jaw and collarbone as she pulled down your slightly bloodied underwear, exposing your breasts.

And as she pinched one of your nipples with one hand, biting harshly the other one, more blood came from you. Not much, but the trail of it falling from your breast to your stomach was as heated as JJ's touch was.

"You're so warm." It was a mere murmur in between all the chaos, probably never even meant to be heard, but it heightened your pleasure.

Warm. You were never called warm, no matter that people liked you. This is how love feels to you, warm. And to Jennifer, is the same. Warm, as in blood, as in guts, as in viscera and intestines.

She still doesn't even know what you do, but she'll find out soon. When that happens, you're dying to know JJ's reaction to it.

But for now, you're enjoying her hand sliding under your pants and pulling them down with a clear urgency; the urgency to be one, to be seen for what was also part of her. To see you, who was now part of her.

Her fingers found your damped underwear easily, circling around your clit for some moments. Your breath grew heavy, and you wondered if this is what felt like dying. Losing your breath, your control, your everything at the hands of someone or something surrounding all of you.

Once Jennifer's fingers fully and roughly pressed to your clit through your underwear, a louder whine escaped your lips before she made you quiet by kissing you once more. It was still as harsh, abrasively so, and it felt like fire was consuming the two of you.

The coolness of the wall was no more effective to keep your mind somewhat straight, not like you wanted to when JJ almost savagely pulled down your panties, and her fingers traced your wet entrance for a single second, before pushing two fingers inside you without warning.

Your hands were holding tightly on JJ's shoulders, as your head moved back in pleasure with a whimper, your back arching for more of that pleasant sensation.

The more you felt her, the more you understood her.

JJ, who always lived up to the expectations of others, was free for the first time in her life. Throughout your therapy sessions with her, you were able to conclude that, proving you wrong, someone out there was the same as you.

Someone living a lie. Someone who had potential to be your equal. Someone to whom death and love were hand in hand.

JJ's two fingers stroking and pumping inside of your throbbing cunt as you came only made you further sure of that.

All the time spent preparing JJ for this very moment was worth it, because she finally accepted herself. And she accepted you. She accepted her own twisted mind and yours.

"I have a very special dinner for us," You spoke in between heavy panting, barely calming down from your orgasm. "You'll see me, and you'll see yourself. Who we are. Together."

What was waiting in your basement was an unsub you couldn't put in jail for not having enough proper evidence. The meal to ultimately conclude your love with Jennifer Jareau.

Note: I will probably write more fanfics about this idea, such as JJ's past therapy sessions with reader and how it developed.

[seaseren]

I just. I really need to know if Yda was as dumb as Lyse pretended she was. I want to know if that whole act was like. a sick dunk on her dead sister for no reason. Lyse why do you make the choices you do rest of the Scions why do you enable her

[kara-zor-els]

Insert the "you construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men" meme

[sabraeal]

1000 Followers Update!

Due to some super fun chronic health shenanigans, the posting for the 1000 Followers Celebration is being postponed a month! Posting will start on 2/2 with to all the ghost still standing in this room, and continue as previously planned from there. Thank you guys for bearing with me-- I struggled with the idea of even postponing for a week, but it became very clear on Monday that I would not be able to catch up with the schedule unless I took an extended break to recover. Can't wait to show you guys what I've got up my sleeve!

[maliro-t]

some game design thinky thoughts.

[tovaicas]

some of the threads probably could've been handled better but as a whole I love alphinaud's HW character arc so much

[poolboyservice]

no full offense, but why the fuck is r/fakedisordercringe still a thing?

[girlscience]

okay okay okay okay. I KNEW that the fight between Luffy and Usopp was going to be different from the rest of the show so far and I knew I was going to have thoughts about it but oh my god I did not expect it to FEEL so different. Like up to this point they have faced some fucked up people and had some serious fights, but the Strawhats themselves haven't really felt serious. This alone feels like it legitimized Luffy's captaincy and proved how the crew will trust and follow his decision making. (which is why I really really love Zoro's part in it because even Luffy was having a hard time doing this and Zoro told him he couldn't waver because if he did who could they trust? and I have so many feelings about that) Anyway, this was really the first incident related only to the crew themselves that has felt actually serious and I really appreciated that.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I see USA election year already threatens to break containment six months before it even begins.

[xaykwolf]

My final for the class I have this semester is a paper wherein we’re supposed to act as though we’re a licensed psychologist called into an organization to consult on a problem and give recommendations. My prof suggested a former prac site because we’re likely to know quite a bit about the day-to-day operations and problems that grunt workers face. And well, after the last year I just had, there’s no way I’m touching that without a hazmat suit and years of therapy (haha irony), so this assignment’s really not the place to do any of that processing.

No...instead I chose RT. And I gotta say, it’s been pretty cathartic to type out the history of the company, to see how it developed in its entirety, the good, the bad, and the ugly (though it’s been mostly those last two, even with a nice bit of perspective on what I liked about the company). I get to talk about the ethical and diversity issues next, which is gonna be a treat and a half for my poor brain, and then how I’d go about evaluating the company, how I’d conceptualize everything put together, then give recommendations. I’m already 4 full pages into the 12-15 requirement, and it’s not due till December 1st :b