#bound to you pt 6

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

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As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[elliesbff]

“i need you.” — abby anderson

summary: abby's working out at the gym with more than working on her body on her mind. when she realises you're staring at her, there was only one goal in sight notes: nsfw, oral sex (abby! receiving) fingering (abby! receiving) slight dacryphilia, slight voyeurism? softdom!reader, sub!abby. enjoy! wc: 3,284 | tags: @starrywilliams my realest oomf

read pt 2 of " i need you " here!

abby was pumping it at the gym as per usual, with less than pure thoughts racing through her mind. she’s been feeling… weird. something she knew was bound to come sooner or later, but it’s been pushed to the back of her mind so far that she’d been oblivious to it until now.

you.

her patrol partner, but by this point, you guys were more than just ‘friends.’ she’d had deep, obsessive thoughts about you. ones she’s too embarrassed to talk aloud — ones where she feels weak at the knees just by thinking about it.

abby’s hand flex open and closed from a fist, grabbing onto the weighted bar she was laying underneath. she had to let off some steam or else these thoughts would nevertheless, totally consume her.

she picks the bar up with ease, her blood already flowing in a coursing stream from the millions of dirty things she wanted you to do to her. it was filthy, and she couldn’t help but let out a little groan thinking about what power you’d have over her strong, muscular figure.

how your soft fingers would trail over her arms in wonder, unbeknownst to you, it would be the only thing she’s thinking off at night when fucking herself off to the thought of you.

you’re gleaming eyes, ones she’d fantasised would stare her down as you’d pound into her cunt with your tongue.

and not-suprsingly, your thighs. she has a thing for those, especially yours. it’s something she’d wish you’d rub all over her own as your moans and whines would meld together to form one sickening melody.

abby kept her eyes on the ball, squeezing the bar as tight as she could manage while lifting the bar up and down.

“4…. 5…. 6….”

she huffed out in even yet laboured breaths. it wasn’t the workout that forced her out of breath, it was you.

you were now standing outside the glass walls across the gym, giving abby a curious look as you analysed her workout routine. your eyes grazed across her arms, how they were already dripping with sweat, and her reddening face from what you presumed was her laboured session.

little to your knowledge, she felt heated from you and your eyes forcing daggers through her throat, making breathing like a normal human a challenge.

“13….14….15….”

abby puffs out, letting the bar rest on the bench press. she sits up, wiping a gleam of sweat from her forehead as she averts your piercing gaze. it suddenly felt hotter than usual, not just with you staring at her, but her core. it felt fluttery, and all the more warm.

she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together to try and fight off that feeling, but it’d only made it grow stronger with each swipe of friction from her work-out shorts.

maybe that’s why you were staring.

how her ass perfectly fit within the fabric, and every time she’d squat with weights above her shoulders, it grew more pronounced than ever. it was enough to make you melt right into the concrete floor.

abby hurriedly picked up her waterbottle, taking a large group of sips from it before pulling away with a couple heaved breaths. she stood up right upon you entering the gym, knowing she can’t avoid you entirely, she shyly walks up to you.

“hey.. you in for today?” she asks, a lump beginning to form in her throat as you look up at her with those adorable beady eyes.

“yeah, i missed out yesterday from our patrol.. you leaving already?” you ask, lips curling into an indiscreet grin.

“ah yeah.. i’ve done my fair share of work, but i’ll catch you soon, yeah?” she reaches her hand out, presumably to pull you into a hug like she does with the rest of her mates. but you were irrevocably different.

“mhm, let me know if you ever wanna have a session with me.” abby pulls you closer, her hand almost wrapping around your waist entirely. it amazed you how she could do that.

abby nods, her cheeks flaring up as you flashed a smile. god you were so sweet. too sweet for her but she craves it.

she picks up the pace and heads out of the gym to her room. turning around all twists and corners, nooks and crannies until she makes it to her door.

her legs are squeezed together, she can already feel what’s about to happen as soon as those doors fly open.

—

abby, all heated and breathless, is laying on her bed. the sheets are all sprawled out in whichever direction, which she could care less about. her fingers are madly thrusting in and out of her seeping, needy hole, the only thing on her mind is the thought of you spreading her thighs and licking all around her cunt, lips and all.

her whines are muffled with her hand plastered over her lips, so desperately wanting to shout out to you, to call your name and have you tell her she’s taking you so well.

“mmfh.. c’mon..”

her eyes rolled to the back of her head, to the sides and closed shut as the friction caused by her fingers slamming into her was making her legs spasm. it was hard to keep going knowing you weren’t really there between her thighs and drinking up all her delicious juices, but it felt so real.

her whines grew needier, with strands of her dirty blonde locks sticking to her forehead with sweat. she took her calloused hand away from her mouth for a moment to palm her tits, letting her fingers twist and massage her nipples. she audibly whined, shutting her eyes tightly as to imagine you were the one touching her, making her feel so good.

her eyes began to well up with tears, drops of her pleasure trickling down her rosy cheeks as she moaned out your name. over, and over, and over,

“abby?”

her eyes fly open to see you standing beside her bed, with your arms crossed and an almost stunned expression on your face?

abby grabs at a pillow that was next to her head, pulling it close to her flushed body with the most mortified look painting her face.

“oh- oh my god-” she sheepishly mutters. her voice grows an inch of an octave as she nervously stutters to grab the scrunched up blanket instead to cover her large figure.

“i’m- oh my god, i’m so sorry-”

if she felt embarrassed before, she��d now experienced her life literally flashing before her eyes as you towered over her.

“abby.. were you..?” you trail off, trying to hide that smug look on your face with a hand.

“no, i.. no i wasn’t..”

she searches for an excuse, one that would be believable enough for you to entertain. but she knew you were smarter than that. you could see right through her, now more than ever.

“abby...” you almost coo at her, sitting beside her and placing a hand on her thigh. just because she was embarrassed and still trapped in a state of shock didn’t mean that she wasn’t actively feeling her liquids pool out of her at your touch.

“i’m so sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking-”

you cut her off.

“ ‘s nothing to be ashamed of.” you pronounce. your eyes are locked onto hers, although she’s desperately attempting to avoid you entirely. she wanted to skip to maybe 5 minutes ago when this whole thing started so she wouldn’t have gotten carried away and basically fucked herself to the thought of you.

abby remained silent.

“..what were you saying? ‘i need you?’ ” you directly quote, making abby’s lips quiver in shame. it felt so good in the moment but she hadn’t ever expected you to walk in on her.

abby doesn’t respond, the reality of her actions slowly washing over her, each wave bringing her a sense of shame. shame she wished she could undo at the snap of her slick-covered fingers.

the atmosphere grew tense with each beat of silence that passed them by, but you were less than disgusted.

“..y’know, i can maybe help you out, if you’d like?”

your needy hand lightly trailed up and down her thigh, making abby shiver with want. your face inches closer to her, but only proceeding if she agreed.

she keeps her head down, but you can feel she wants it, she’s just too embarrassed to say anything. abby’s thighs begin to discreetly rub against each other, her liquids generously covering her inner thighs. that was enough of a sign for you.

“just sit there and relax, don’t do anything except look pretty, m’kay?” you whisper, words laced with sincerity as you pulled her closer with your index finger and thumb.

"this okay?" you ask in a soft tone one final time, but abby can't contain herself anymore, her needy lips meeting yours with nothing short of a moan. your lips are immediately locked, lapping over each other like you hadn't been touched in years. you could both just feel the desperation from each other as abby cubed your cheek with her hand, the one she was just using to pleasure herself a moment ago.

abby moans once more whilst you deepen the kiss, swapping saliva and messily letting your tongues meld together. now you could only hope no one would walk in on you both this time.

you pull away for a breather as you placed her hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her to lay on the small bed.

"shh, let me do the work" you coo, placing a wet kiss to her throat, your mouth sparing no break at sucking on her sweet spot, earning a soft whine from abby. oh how pretty her moans were. they drifted so effortlessly through the air like the wind on a fresh summer morning. you could feel just how needy she was for you by the way her hand aimlessly massaged your back. your back shivered, her touch making you tingle in all the right spots.

you begin to make your way down to her chest, pulling the blanket away from her breathtaking figure. her tits were perked up, just for you. she turned her head away from you as you gawked at them. although you'd just caught a glimpse of them as you walked in, they looked more savoury up close. you immediately jump to kiss her sweet nipples that just begged for you to touch them. you lapped your tongue around them a couple times before sucking them, saliva perfectly coating her pretty buds. she dubiously let out a whimper, her cheeks growing rosier each second you spent eyeing her.

"please.." she muttered in a dragged whine, which caught your attention.

"please what? use your words baby," you pulled away for a second, your tongue slightly perking out from between your lips. teasing her, you flicked her tit erupting a whimper from abby.

"just.. please, fuck me." she whispered. you didn't feel the need to make her spend aloud as that was all you needed. you knew no bounds as you lowered yourself, passing her stomach, her waist and abdomen. thanks to abby, she was already undressed from the moment you walked in, so there was no need to undress her and waste time.

your eye were met with a pretty, lightly trimmed bush above the most irresistible pussy you've ver laid your eyes on. you swab a finger across her clit, passing by her lips and her hole that desperately clenched around nothing. how adorable.

"mmm, so wet.." you hummed at the sight. you breathed onto her skin, the warm air sending rounds of shivers up and down her spine that slightly arched off the bed. she let her hand gently grip onto your hair, although you haven't even worked your magic yet.

you run another finger across her pussy, picking up her liquids and playing with it, circling her needy hole wit her own juices. she squirmed, making you have to hold her down with your less than buff arms. this was going to be a journey.

"hold still baby, i haven't even started." you chuckled, to which she ran her fingers through your messed up locks. you let your tongue fall flat, swiping it along her folds. a quiet moan elicits from her parted lips, trying to contain herself and not let herself go instantly.

you begin to slowly lick at her bud, seeing just how sensitive she was as she squirmed at there touch. you held her in place, slithering your arms around her thighs and over your head. you pick up the pace suddenly, flicking your tongue at an even and steady pace. not too fast and not too slow, just enough for abby to grip a chunk of your hair into a fist and bucking her hips into your face.

abby was melting under your touch, almost every couple seconds she'd whimper quietly, and if you worked hard enough she'd even call your name in that pretty, sultry voice of hers. you wished you'd experienced this sooner.

your nose pokes at her bud while you let your tongue roam around her hole, licking at all her tasty juices like it was fresh, icy water. she whines,

"oh.. ohh..."

abby's eyes gradually develop a rim of tears below her lash line, a tear or two trickling down her freckled cheeks while you relentlessly lapped around her cunt. she bucked into you, giving you a full taste of her as you dove deeper into her trench. your grip on her thighs tightened each time sheared to squirm out of your touch.

"i'm- mfhm.." she kept her eyes on you the entire time, watching as you paid close attention to the area that needed you most. your eyes pull away from her cunt for a second, looking up at those equally as gorgeous eyes that fluttered open and tightly shut when you began to suckle at her clit. she began to shiver, her legs almost squeezing your head to pulp.

"im close.." she managed to say without letting a moan slip, her free hand slapping over her mouth as you continuously lap over her pretty pussy, her hips actively squirming away and bucking into you at the same time. it wasn't like you cared, since all that mattered was how abby was reacting to the way you constantly abused her engorged clit.

you pull away for a second, your head lifting from in between her soaked thighs as you leaned closer to her face.

"suck." you gently demanded before sticking two fingers out for her to have her fun with. you gave her a soft smile, admiring just how irresistible and perfect she looked in this moment, along with her messy braid which concocted of loose strands and hair sticking to her flushed face from sweat. her eyes remained half lidded as she grabbed your wrist with her hand, feeling her trembling when she takes you into her mouth. the warmth of her tongue makes you shiver with delight. she circles her tongue around you, in between your digits and your fingers as a whole. you don't push her in taking in the whole thing, letting her enjoy the feeling of you.

you pull out your fingers from her mouth, your thumb gently caressing her bottom lip in adoration. "good girl," you whisper voice soft as velvet as you lean in to give her a kiss on the lips. all she can do is smile back as you waste no time in diving back between her thighs, prodding at her hole whilst it clenched around nothing yet again.

she's filling up in a matter of seconds. you gently push a finger through, feeling her walls gently tighten around you. another moan escapes from her puffy lips as you circle around her clit that twitched just for you.

"just relax, abby. i know you can take it." you tell her, your words muffled by her hips bucking into you time and time again. your fingers seep deeper into her hole, already beginning to pull in and out at a steady pace. the combination of your swift tongue and your leisurely fingers was enough to make her sob with arousal. you worked her body so well.

abby mumbled curses under her breath as you incessantly began to suck on her clit. she squirms and grinds on your tongue to feel your tastebuds drag on her swollen bud. her moans grew louder with each passing moment, shivering like a helpless wet puppy.

you’re fingers picked up the pace, curling in spots she’d never experimented with before. she arches her back well off the mattress and whines, her gorgeous groans echoing through the spacious room.

“fuck- please, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

she’s close. you can tell from the way abby’s fingers interlock with your locks again, she pulls on it like the reigns of a horse, guiding you where she wants you. licking and sucking and rubbing along all the right places gets her thighs quivering besides your head.

you keep the same pace with your fingers, now evenly pushing them in and out. each thrust covers you fingers with more and more slick as abby moans one final time, her grip on your hair tightening. she pulls on it for you to halt, but you don’t stop.

“please- i can’t take more..”

“yes you can baby, you got one more in you. you got it.”

you whisper, still attacking her clit with your ravishing tongue that kept the same movements. you pushed in and out with your soaked fingers, making it easier to curl upwards and feel the insides of her intensely clenched walls.

she screams in a whine, her eyes welled with tears as she prepares for her second climax. it felt so good, so much better than her just fucking herself. and she knew if she ever got the chance with you, you’d take care of her so well

in a matter of moments, she cums again, back falling flat on the bed. her juices elegantly flow in waves out of her pussy when you slowly pull your fingers out. you’re never seen such a delicious sight. licking one final swab of her cunt, her cum laid generously on the tip of your tongue.

abby was such a mess. her hair sticking to her face and neck, eyes pink from crying, lips puffy from kissing. she’d never looked so beautiful.

“you did so well abby, took me so well.”

you plant a kiss on her forehead, too dazed for her to reciprocate.

all she does is moan in response, earning a chuckle out of you.

she mumbles felt so good under her breath as you pull away to get her cleaned up. wiping at her liquids that generously coated her thighs and her cunt.

“hmm, was that good?”

you asked, looking up at her chasmic blue eyes. she seemed deep in thought.

“better than i imagined.” she poked at their previous embarrassing encounter with each other.

“how long have you been… getting off to me?” you ask out of the blue, only realising how strange the question really was when abby gave you a surprised look.

“uh.. well, quite a while actually.” she responds after some time. it’s not a question people get asked often, so she didn’t really know what to say.

“mmhm..” you hum, letting your fingers roam around her chest. the blanket used to cover abby previously was now laid over you both as you rest from the heat of the moment.

“..can i have a turn?”

HELLO!!! this is the first thing i’ve properly written since like.. 2 yrs ago or smth LMAO. pls be nice cos i've never written for tlou before and wanted to captivate abby’s personality perfectly!! i hope you enjoyed!! and feedback is appreciated thank u ♡

[lushrue]

hockeyteam!141 x figureskater!reader pt 3

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cw: drinking

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price stood at the center of the face-off circle, his stick resting on his knees as he sized up his opponent. it was the third period and the score was tied 2-2. price’s team was on the power play after the visiting team had received a two minute minor for slashing. figured, he thought. they’d been playing dirty all night; the ref just finally saw fit to call them on it. it was two minutes where they had the upper hand, two minutes to take advantage of their strength in numbers. he adjusted his stick in his grip, looking over his shoulder to make sure gaz and soap were in position before turning his attention back to the face off. he inhaled, and on the exhale, the sound of rubber smacking the ice hit his ears.

price gained control, taking the puck down the ice into the opposing team’s zone. he glanced to his left, meeting soap’s eyes before making a pass. soap received it, the puck smacking off his stick as he took up position on his side of the ice. a defenseman skated towards him, poised to try for a steal. but soap was ready. he made quick eye contact with gaz, sending the puck sliding his way. gaz took advantage of the fact that no one was on his ass, taking it and skating ever closer to the opposing goal. price was lined up, ready to go. it was the perfect position for a slapshot straight over the goal line. the goalie wasn’t watching his right flank, still preoccupied with gaz skating towards him. perfect. gaz made the pass, simon smacked the opposing defenseman into the boards to stop his approach, and price swung. the puck slid over the line before the goalie even knew what happened, setting the buzzer blaring.

through it all, you were watching in the stands. their coordination on the ice was enough to show you why they were first line, why laswell trusted them more than anyone else to get the game started on the right foot and to end it just as smoothly. you were one of the first on your feet after the goal, shouting and clapping. soap skated past price, giving him a congratulatory knock on the helmet as gaz held up his glove for a fist bump. simon gave price a thump on the back, skating behind him as they returned to the bench. “good shot, cap,” he shouted over the music, stepping off the ice as the second line stepped in to relieve them.

you smiled and waved as soap turned to meet your eyes. you’d taken to sitting right behind the bench, making your presence known to them rather than blending into the crowd like you’d done before. soap winked before nudging kyle, who tapped simon’s helmet, who elbowed price. soon, all four sets of eyes were on you. you blushed under the weight of their collective gazes, but managed to collect yourself enough to give them two thumbs up. price chuckled, nodding his head in thanks at your gesture. soap tugged his helmet off, the sweat making the longer strands of his mohawk stick to his forehead. “come out with us after tha game!” he called, his voice slightly muffled by the plexiglass. you didn’t even hesitate. “yeah, ‘course i will!”

…

it was a handy victory after that, simon managing to eke out a goal of his own before the game was over. this win would move them up in the league rankings, signal to everyone else that they’re a force to be reckoned with. with an ever-rotating roster of fresh blood, rebuilding years were bound to happen. but now they were on the rebound, and it felt better than any vice they indulged in. 

that wasn’t going to stop them tonight, though. the four of them stepped out of the locker room to find you waiting, your coat draped over your arms. your eyes were glued on your phone, a familiar crutch to pass the time. the moment you heard soap and gaz’s jovial chatter, your head snapped up, meeting the eyes of your victorious men. you flashed them a smile and a little wave, closing the distance between all of you. “that was a really good game tonight,” you said sincerely, your eyes flicking between the four of them. it wasn’t just a win for one of them, it was a win for all of them. you wanted to make sure they all felt properly congratulated.

“thanks, dove,” price replied, a smile of his own threatening to show through. usually, his mind was racing with thoughts of how they could improve, what they could’ve done better. but not tonight. tonight was for celebrating, and he wasn’t going to let his overactive mind get in the way of that. gaz chimed in, putting his hand on price’s shoulder. “well, it helped havin’ our good luck charm in the stands. didn’t it, cap?” his pointed glance settled on you as price chuckled, your cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. their good luck charm. how about that? “good point, kyle,” price said. the weight of their eyes boring into you threatened to overwhelm you, like the tide overtaking the shore.

thankfully, johnny’s scottish brogue broke the tension. “did’ja see my assist in the second period, bonnie?” he asked, shouldering past gaz to be closer to you. you couldn’t help but laugh a little, nodding at him as you clutched your coat a little closer to your body. “yeah, i did,” you reply. you also hadn’t missed the way he skated with more gusto after that, knowing that you’d seen him. “it was impressive. you all work so well together out there.” simon finally made his presence known, shifting on his feet beside price. “yeah, we’ve worked really hard to get ourselves there,” he said, sounding proud of the progress they'd made as a team. you notice kyle and johnny exchange a glance, but you can’t quite read it. there’s something there under the surface, something that goes beyond the game.

before you can spare it a second thought, price places his hand on your shoulder, guiding you out the doors of the ice rink. “c’mon, dove. we’ll take my truck.”

…

it’s around your third mixed drink that you start to get a little more comfortable.

they’ve paid for the last two rounds for you, indulging whatever fruity concoction you find yourself craving. they took you to the one good bar for miles where the air was free of stale cigarette smoke and depression. the five of them weren’t the rowdiest table by far, but they were holding their own. the boys carried on their own conversations in the background, chattering loudly about the game. as you sip at your vodka cranberry, your attention is on kyle’s phone screen as he swipes through pictures of his family. “and tha’s my brother, steven. he’s got a wife and kid. haven’t seen ‘im in a while, they live kinda far.” soap nudges him, causing his phone to nearly tumble into his pint of guinness. “don’ bore the poor lass,” he says, his words already starting to slur a little. johnny was drinking whiskey, which hit a little harder than the beers that his teammates were nursing. no wonder he was on his way to being three sheets to the wind.

you blush and shake your head, giving kyle a reassuring glance. “it’s not boring, i promise. i like getting to know you all. it’s what friends do, right?” friends. you hadn’t stopped to think about it before, but you supposed you’d fully entered friend territory with all of them. you’d come to watch them play multiple times now, and they’d come and watched you skate. not only that, they’d stayed for both your programs and stuck around when the final rankings were posted. mere acquaintances didn’t do that. 

your words seemed to strike some chord in each of them as the hum of their side conversations abruptly stopped. you caught price smirk over the rim of his glass as he took a swig of his drink, his posture confident with his shoulders back and chest forward. johnny looked at you like you’d hung the moon and stars just for him, but only for a moment. kyle’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, like he hadn’t expected you to perceive them as friends. and simon, as usual, was hard to read, but you were getting there. there was a tightness in his expression that spelled unease to you. you faltered, opening your mouth to backtrack before price waved a hand to cut you off.

“nah, the bird’s right, johnny. guess we should know some things about each other if we’re gonna be friends.” his smirk remained, his eyes now fixed on you. maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you could swear you saw a glint of hunger in his eyes. you swallowed, desperate to ignore the electric thrill that struck your core. “why don’t you start us off, love? we wanna know more ‘bout ya,” he said, leaning back against the booth seating and staring you down expectantly. you clear your throat and take another long drink from your glass. you’d need some liquid courage for all this.

“well, i’ve been skating since i was little. i’ve loved it for as long as i can remember.” the memories brought a smile to your face. you recalled sitting in front of the television set, cross-legged as you watched the figure skaters dance on the ice in your ballerina dress. your dad sat next to you, telling you that that could be you someday. you certainly hadn’t competed in any olympics, but you were proud of the level you’d achieved. johnny chuckled, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. it sent a bloom of warmth through you and your cheeks flushed crimson. “somethin’ besides the ice, bonnie,” he said playfully. “we wanna know you, not the skater.”

you composed yourself quickly after being startled at his touch, settling into the casual display of affection. glances were once again exchanged, but this time, it was price and simon. “umm…my favorite color’s green,” you said, looking between johnny and kyle for approval, to see if this was what they wanted. when you got a nod in reply, you decided to continue. you told them about your favorite foods, family vacations, the artists that were on heavy rotation in your car radio. they seemed to hang on your every word, letting the aura of you seep into their bones so they’d never forget it.

the more you drank, the more you talked. so price kept the drinks flowing.

…

kyle drove you home in price’s truck, your swaying body sandwiched between ghost and soap. johnny had an arm around your shoulders to keep you steady and simon had his hand on your arm for comfort. you’d been drunker in your life, but you certainly had a good thing going. all this contact from attractive men was only fueling the fire, butterflies stirring in your belly that weren’t born of alcohol. you muttered things you knew you wouldn't remember in the morning, something about how warm their bodies were and how good they looked in their pads and gear. they were gentlemen, of course. their touches remained innocent as they walked you to your door and made sure you got in safely, staying until they heard the lock click. they had to be satisfied that you were secure for the night.

as the four of them piled back in the truck and headed back down the road, it was simon who broke the silence first. “we gotta have her, yeah?” he said, his voice a rumble that harmonized with the engine. kyle and johnny didn’t respond, looking to their captain for a response. ultimately, he made the final call. price hummed, his head falling back against the headrest of the passenger seat.

“yeah, think we do.”

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[prxnce]

The Love Letter Save V.2 from: Prxnce

finally... its been just over a year since v.1 and just about 2 years since i started crafting this what is the love letter save? the love letter save is... a love letter to my childhood which mainly revolved around the sims *shocker* and various shows/movies etc. this save file embraces the idea that the sims 4 takes place on an alternate timeline... combining and altering the storylines from previous sims installments. i brought a TON of families from all previous sims games with some of their original lore and some twists of my own.

in the save bella goth is still missing... or she was... the beakers have a test subject, except it's claire ursine's love child with jared frio in this timeline. the caliente sisters are still up to no good! and the monty's still hate the capp family! and sooooo much more... i want to give a special thanks to LifeSimmer, who permitted me to use the Fenderson family in this save. i have been playing the sims since i was 9 years old and all these years later that family is just as special to my inner sims child as the goth family.

i made separate posts for pictures of the towns which you can find HERE same for the townies through the series of ten posts pt. 1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5| pt.6 | pt.7| pt.8| pt.9| pt.10

before you download!!!

i highly recommend going into your MCCC settings and TURNING OFF sim culling. what this will do is prevent the game from deleting unplayed sims as you play. which i didn't until after v.1 and was confused why i had to start from scratch around 9 months ago.

what packs are required?

all of them! (sorry)

no cc!

when you load in!!!

all households will be marked as played... simply because i wasn't taking my chances with sim culling

autonomy and aging are off, it is up to you if you would like to turn this back on

finally i am sure that i missed some things or relationships or maybe even forgot a mailbox somewhere... that is bound to happen with every save file. let me know if you would like i plan on only adding as the sims 4 goes on and would to get to near perfection

and with that that... i am sending all love... please enjoy V.2

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The Damned Pt.6

Toji Zenin x fem!reader

Synopsis: forced to get in with the Zenin clan by your parents as a servant, Toji Zenin seemed to damn you more than himself….

smut, virginity loss

Your words died in your throat, the sheer pressure... the weight of everything that was uttered out of those scarred lips. Toji stood in front of you, waiting for your mouth to say something, or to slap him for being out of line, he refrained from putting his hands on you... for now. Once he set his mind on something, Toji was always bound to achieve it. He was nothing but an overachiever.

“Say something...” He ordered softly, his tone stern but just gentle enough to not be intimidating. He stared down at your face, analyzing each feature when he talked to you like this, how it would change, how it would flush.

You breathe out, collecting your thoughts before opening up your lips and blinking up at him. “I never thought you would want me this way.” You exhale through a strained breath. “I want you too...” Your eyes glitter with anticipation as the words just fall from your lips.

Toji's eyes darkened as you spoke, those words resounded through his entire body. You were willing and that was enough for him. You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn't. The consequences would be heinous... the Zenins were known for their cruelty, God knows what they'll do to you.

“Hey, don't be so skittish.….” He muttered, hooking a finger under your jaw, making you blink up at him directly into his infatuating eyes.

“Are you going to...kiss me?” You melted into his fleeting touch for a reason you couldn't comprehend, right now you felt something for him, something deep within your chest. Heartbeat hammering, body stiffening, lips parting...

Part of Toji wanted to chuckle. That naivete...he had to teach you many things. He was acting on suppressed impulse, you really shouldn't...but he wanted to.

He took a step forward and pulled you up to his lips with one arm, he saw it, that spark. Your eyes were full of lust and intrigue. Toji's lips met yours hesitantly, contemplating you, lips barely touching, noses nudging and sliding against each other...waiting for the other to make the first move. Toji couldn't take it anymore and pressed his lips against yours, you let out a muffled squeak as he kissed you, hard. Almost as if he was waiting to do it. He stole all the breath out of your lungs, his kiss was firm, yet not passionate...like he was experimenting... taking a taste test. His hand met with your jaw whilst the other was on the small of your back.

The man was truly galling in every sense of the word.

It was surprsing, but when wasn't he? He parted your lips with his tongue and you let out a soft moan, something that definitely didn't get past him, he liked that sound... he wanted to hear more of it. So pretty. So wrong.

After a moment he felt you pull back, he practically knocked the air out of your lungs. You haven't been kissed before, it was obvious by the way you were reacting. It pleased him immensely, he knew exactly what you were going to say. His temple met with yours as you regulated your soft exhales.

“Toji... I've never done this before. I don't know if-' You mutter, your breath straining in his ear. A string of uncertainty coursed through you.

“I know... You have to save your purity for your future husband. You're so ripe...so pure...I want to break you, but I'll be gentle.” Toji pulled back and looked down into your eyes, clouded with desire and lust already...he wondered if you were wet from just a single kiss. As he scanned your face, he saw your reluctance and something within him urged, to be gentle, to protect. “A good man would just leave you alone...But I'm not. I don't think I'm capable of that.” He murmured huskily, he wanted to be honest with you... but even with that, your desire didn't die down, it increased tenfold. He wasn't objectively good or bad either, but you felt he had the potential to be good. That's a thought to be reseved for later though. “I'll be gentle.”

“So you're gonna..-make love to me?” You swallow down your nerves and just ask him, blinking up at him as his fingers brushed away some strands of your hair. His touch was like liquid wildfire zipping up and down your body. You began your own heistant exploration, raising your hands up to his chest. Toji wasn't hostile for once. He always hated people touching him but this was something that he didn't mind, those gentle fingers rested on his shoulders.

Toji felt an immense heat run through his body as you said those words. The way you spoke sounded so sweet. “Yes, I’m going to make love to you..” Toji wasn't soft with women, but he felt like he owed you that, he didn't want to hurt you.

“I'm gonna undress you...” His large palms traveled up and down your sides, playing with the hem of your slip. The frabic fell at your feet. Stunning didn't even begin to cover it. His hands went to your hips, settling on top of your panties.

Toji eyed your breasts, they were a perfect pair. Your nipples were flushed and hard under his steely gaze before they flitted to your eyes. He couldn't help but awe at your form, the dip in your waist, the softness of your untouched skin

Toji liked the look in your eyes, you were curious yet still a bit timid. Too beautiful for a mere man like him to comprehend. He leaned in and pressed his lips to your temple as he cradled your face, he was sensual with his touches, almost like he wanted them to be barely there. Your soft exhales were an indicator of how much you wanted it...he was knocking the air out of your lungs bit by bit, breaking you apart little by little.

“Toji...” You whisper, your tongue forgetting how to form words other than his name, like an incantation, a prayer. Не kissed your jaw, cradling it with one hand and the sensation blossomed under your skin. His touch made your body still, all of this was so unexpected... but so inviting.

Your lips parted when he bent down and got to his knees, almost like he was worshipping something he had no comprehension of. Why were you so kind to him? Why were you just doing so much yet nothing at all? He looked up at you, heavy-lidded, watching your every feature, the crinkle of your face as he slowly shimmied down your panties. You swallowed down your initial shyness as you let out a sensual sigh. Toji bit his lip as he stared down at your soaked panties. He knew virgins got wet so easily, but this was something that he wasn't expecting. A couple of kisses and a couple of touches got you like this...God, he couldn't even imagine what it would be like when he was inside you.

“Aren't you something...” Toji chuckled under his breath. It was almost like it was an inside joke for himself. You reluctantly put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you wanted to bury your fingers through his hair but you refrained. He leaned in and took in the scent of you. He knew that you'd smell sweet, you were like candy to the senses.

“You smell so good...Fuck, I wanna taste...” He murmured. “Come here...” He stood up and pulled you against him, kissing you deeply, gripping onto your plump ass. You gasped into his mouth and he kissed you deeper, leading you onto his bed, pushing you onto it.

“Toji.. please...I want this, I want you.” You whimper out pathetically, you were so curious of how his cock would look like. He surely had to be well endowed, the man was so overwhelming as he loomed over you, he could tell that you were in your own head, thoughts zooming about as he settled over you, keeping himself up with his palms on the bed. The bed that you slept in with him. You got a little embarrassed by how wet you were, so you close your legs bashfully.

His eyes were filled with hunger and passion. This bashfulness of yours made his desire increase tenfold.

“Hey, relax...Don't be shy, I'm not going to bite...let me take care of your needs.” His words were soft but his eyes were full of hunger and desire.

You bite your lip at his shameful introspection. Your chest was rising and falling as he tucked some hair behind your ear. You blink up at him as if he hung the stars. The sigh you left out was breathless as you open your legs to him, giving him full view of your dripping hole, contracting around nothing. It was adorable, he couldn't wait to stretch you out. “Sensitive…”

His hand stroked your blushing cheek. “It’s okay…I’m not gonna hurt you. Let me make you scream, let me prove myself to you.” You arch your back as you arch your back, he fondles your tits, pressing his fingers against your nipples, they were so hard they could cut glass. Your broken moan was just stunning to him. “Feels good…” Your body was art.

“I know baby, I know it does.” He then began to move his hands inbetween those plush thighs. Your pussy was crying out to him, so wet, he watched as the arousal slipped out of you.

He wanted to eat you out until you came all over his face, but he wanted to start gentle now.

You blink up at him, your hand sliding up his shirt as an idicator that you wanted it off, he stares down at your ministrations, amused by how you wouldn’t blatantly ask him to strip. Such a considerate girl. He read your mind and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the layers of rippling muscles that you still haven’t grown accustomed to even after watching him train. His arms were so big, his palms, his chest, his bicep…They were littered in small scars but his skin was soft.

Toji paused as he saw your intent exploration of his skin. He wouldn’t let something like this slide but for now…he was just as curious as you. “Your skin is soft.” Was all you could muster out, and the compliment took him by surprise.

Fuck. That blush of yours could send a man to his knees. Your lips…He doubts you’ve ever seen a cock before let alone sucked one. He would teach you in time, but for now, he wants to get you ready for him.

He kisses you again, your tongues meshing against one another with soft moaning and wet sounds accompanying you both. You tasted like fruit, like plenty…like longing. Like everything good in the world melted onto such a pretty mouth. Your tongue tentatively explores his mouth, he tasted like mint toothpaste and the faintest hint of…oranges? But then again those flavours didn’t matter because he tasted like Toji.

“Toji…hands…” You murmed against his lips and he knew you took a liking to his hands, he propped and arched your body upward into him as he kissed and felt up your body. He loved these pretty tits, he’d suck on them all day, those pretty flushed rose buds were perfect. He sucked on your nipple, swirling it with his tongue as the other twesked its twin. He would mark you up another day, for once he won’t be a brute. Just once.

You moaned lightly, careful not to be too loud to raise suspicion or wake people up. Toji smirks as he lets go with a pop. “You taste like light…” He breathes and you didn’t really understand what he meant by that.

You tasted like everything pure and good in the world. You tasted like light. Light casted onto his world of darkness.

He whine and coo on the bed, savouring every second of this moment, your mind still wasn’t able to wrap your head around it. His hand slipped between your thighs and onto your pretty pussy, teasing you with barely there touches. “I’m gonna put these inside you now…” He whispers into your ear. “Take it for me baby…Please, I need to learn your body…Will you let me?”

“Yes…” You nod feverishly as his hot breath was like an aphrodesiac. He slipped one finger into your dripping hole, it was so cute and tight, but needed to stretch you out further. You gasped and jolted at the feeling, letting it sink in. “So warm.” He rasps, but he notices you srunch your face up in uncertainty. “Hey, relax your body for me…You’re so tight you’re gonna break my fingers.” He chuckled but his voice was warm and reassuring. You sighed and let your body relax, letting the pleasurable sensation spread and tingle down your thighs.

“No one’s ever touched you like this…” He murmured to himself, absolutely adoring the fact he would be your first. “No one’s been exploring you…that’s such a shame.” Toji’s fingers stretched you out a bit more, your pants and sighs of elations spurring him on. “What happens when I press…here..” His thumb pressed your throbbing clit, his sensual voice resounded throughout your whole body and your moan was unstoppable. “Men must throw themselves at you…They must break their spines for just one look at you…” Toji leans in and whispers hotly in your ear but his tone was cold.

“Toji…I’m ready…Please.” You gulp as his penetrating eyes stare you down, most of the time you felt you were invisible, lurking around like a ghost…but Toji saw you, he wanted to see you. To acknowledge your existence.

Toji took those words in like scripture and leaned up, taking off his boxers and sweats, what was revelead made your eyes widen. His cock was huge. He was hung, it was girthy and thick. The prominent veins were what excited you the most. He was hard, painfully so and a little bit of precum settled on his tip. That look on your face, he wanted to smear his cock all over it and blow his hot cum all over your face. The idea made him grunt. “Look at how hard you make me…”

Your jaw went slack when you try to comprehend how that’ll even fit inside of you. “Toji…how will that-“ You gasp softly. There’s no way he could fit. He saw you squirming and he held your legs still.

“Don’t run away from it…” His tone was authoritative but gentle all at once, women must be melting at his feet to hear him talk like that.

He slapped his length at the bottom of your stomach, measuring how deep he’ll be inside of that tiny little pussy. The soft plap made you coo, you played with your nipples as he shuffled through his drawer. You gape curiously as he takes out a condom. “I’d love to fuck you raw, make that pretty cunt drool with my cum…but…” Toji didn’t even had to finish that sentence.

Then you realised, you’re really doing this. Losing your virginity to your master.

He ripped off the condom packaging with his teeth and rolled it on, it didn’t even reach halfway. The thought only set off another spark in you. His fingers spread your cunt open, watching how it contracted around nothing, just begging to be filled. You were so wet, it made his cock throb painfully.

“I’m going to put it in.” He nudged the tip of his cock, plapping it against your pretty pussy. “Tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop.” He said softly, that itself surprised Toji. He was never considerate for women he fucks, most of them where sluts and whores he finds a way to sneak into the compound. He didn’t care for them. But oddly enough…he didn’t want to hurt you. “Be good for me and relax, baby.” He kissed your lips again and snatched a bit of your own soul out too.

You nod fervently and do as he says. You spread your legs wide, brushing away the shyness and embarrassment and let them rest around his waist, his touch felt good, you were excited to feel his cock inside of you.

You grab onto his shoulders and gasp breathlessly as he slowly inches his way in, the intrusion was…warm and you could quite literally feel yourself stretching out. “Ah-“ You grunted out with a wince, he watched your reaction as he went in further, he wasn’t even halfway yet and he knew it stung. He raised his eyebrow and you know that he was asking for confirmation.

“More…” You whisper out, clouded in a haze, it hurt a bit but once he nestled deeper inside of you, touching your g-spot…all you felt was a sense of pleasure. He nudged his cock against your cervix and it made him smile.

“You’re taking it…That’s a good girl.” He complimented slyly, it surprised him to see you take it like such a champ. Toji bit his lip when he saw the bulge in your belly, it made him want to bust on the spot. “So full of me…” He whispers against your lips. “I’m going to start moving now…”

“Please! Please move…” You moaned, digging your fingernails into the skin of his shoulders.

Toji stared to move in and out of you, your body jolting and squirming up and down the bed. He was literally stretching you put with every thrust, your little hole tightening around him. Your mouth was open, moaning and hiccuping with every thrust, those soft sounds were the sweetest symphony. *Hic* *Hic* *Hic*

You screw your eyes shut snd arch your back further as he thrusts into you, his hand holding your waist while the other held your thigh. Toji leaned into your neck and groaned, peppering your skin with small kisses and suckles. “You’re gonna suck the soul out of me, sweetheart.” He mumbled, you were practically vaccumed sealed to his dick.

“Open your eyes baby…Look at me while I’m taking you.” He grits out. You open your eyes and blink up at him blankly, dumbed out by his massive cock splitting you in half.

That expression. He wanted to cum all over it.

Out of desperation and some sort of vice, you lean in and seek for his lips. His kiss was deep and sloppy, tongues finding tongues. Exchanging sweet spit. “You feel so good…” You cry out, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes. It was so much and you were greedily taking all of it. “Am I doing okay…?” You whisper out, trying to gauge how your performance was.

Toji smiled, liking how you were keen for his praise and opinion. “More than okay. You’re driving me insane…Squeezing me so tight, taking me so good sweetheart…” He praised in that low sultry tone of his. You let out a sigh of relief and gave him a weak, lazy smile. Your blush increases and heats your face even more.

As he continued his thrusts, your moans were becoming more and more loud, you bit your first to conceal them. Your eyes gleamed and sparkled in the night as he kept pounding you rhythmically, but his pace began to change into something faster. He enjoyed the white ring settling at the base of his cock, his balls were so heavy he needed to blow his load soon. You were so wet, it was just oozing out of you, this provided good lubrication for him to just keep reaching deeper. Your belly bulged when he moved his cock in and he definitely enjoyed that.

When you lock your legs around his waist, he knew you were done for. You were so close, your pussy was squeezing around him so tightly. “I’m gonna…I’m…” Toji hushed you with his thumb as they brushed against your lips, his pried them open and his thumb settled into your mouth. You sucked and licked at it out of pure instinct and he could feel that resonate with his cock.

“I know baby…” He growled. Your soft breathless cries landed sweetly on his ears. Your body tightens and tenses up as that warm feeling in your gut threatens to snap. “Squeeze around me, cum for me…”

“Oh my God…Ah.” Your whines got more and more desperate until you couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, with a whimper you finished, letting yourself release onto him passionately. Toji watched with intenful eyes as your body convulsed, he msde you fall apart, the amount of cum you released made a puddle form in front of him. It oozed and dripped out as you lay there limp and panting, eyes clouded in haze.

The sight broke him completely, he grit his teeth and before he finished, he pulled out and ripped the condom off and released thick ropes of hot cum onto your tits, coating you entirely. Your mouth popped open as you gaze at him in awe as so much comes out, you coo as it lands onto your sensitive nipples, biting your lip as you blink up at him.

You both stare at each other panting. Gazes intent and curious all at once, like you were both coming to terms with what you’ve both done. Your glossy eyes daren’t waver as a moment of silence settled between you.

You couldn’t help it.

Leaning in at the exact same time, you kissed. Passionately, rawly, like nothing else existed. Your tears fell down your cheeks and he whiped them away with his thumb.

Nothing else existed.

Not the Zenin Clan.

Not anything else.

Just the two of you.

-

i’m sorry this took forever to get out, I wanted to make this a good one. Be warned angst in the future. I’M SORRY I CAN’T HELP MYSELF.

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[thetravelingtyper]

WHAT'S THIS A MASTER LIST? about dang time

Updated 5 -11 to add Our Shattered Heart Headcanons!

MASTER LIST

enjoy - Ash

Simon Ghost Riley

Spitfire Series (GN tall American reader x SGR)

Spitfire: 1 Spitfire, 2 Reaper, 3 Feuerkopf, 4 Heated Shadow, 5 A supreme love, Nightmare Teaser

Spitfire Spinoff of Author Reader Comfort Character (RL! GN Reader x SGR)

Comfort Character Pt 1, Part 2, part 3

On The Same Page! (American, Author Reader x SGR)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Wolf! Simon

One and The Same

Part 1

One Shots!

a moment

Misc Posts!

Library AU idea!

Compromising Position ft Soap!

Hypnogogic (Angst)

Saving Johnny! (Slight Angst) Look for parts 1 and 2!

Soft! Simon Headcannons

Poly 141!

Our Shattered Heart (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.50, Part 2.75, Part 3.00, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Headcanons! (just extra content for the universe!)

Part 1,

Labyrinth (1986)

Jareth the Goblin King

Out From Twisting Pages

After finding a beautifully bound book titled “Journey into the Labyrinth” in your university library and being told to keep it, you take the uncatalogued book home over the seasonal break. However when school is suddenly shifted online, you start finding marbles everywhere you go, mysterious hijinks occur, and a large white owl suddenly decides to nest in the tree out your little house’s window, you begin to wonder if something may be up with the mysterious book…

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The List ~Pt. 6 - Crestfallen~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: The arrival of a few new guests at the hotel ignites tension, prompting doubts about everyone's true intentions. Tempers rise and you're forced to make a decision about your future.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness, cursing, fluff, eventual smut, actual plot, slow burn, (possibly religious trauma if you squint), and of course 18+

2.5k Words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 (You're on it!) Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

It’s been two weeks since you spent that single evening with Alastor, and you’ve slept like complete shit every single night since. The first few were expected as your body was still healing but there was no excuse for the days that followed. Other than the desire to be near him.

It didn’t help that you were beginning to get anxious about the new deal, wondering what he could possibly show you that would help expand your power. He made no mention of it over coffee or in passing. But with Extermination Day getting closer you felt the pressure to be better (now that you knew it was possible).

Like clockwork, Alastor walks into your room with the usual two cups of morning coffee, setting yours on the table. This whole ‘domestic’ side of the demon is something I could really get used to. “Glowing as usual my dear.” He says as he kisses your forehead and sits down on the bench at the end of the bed. Odd. No book? No newspaper? He just sits quietly, staring into his mug. His mind seems to be somewhere else this morning.

“Well good morning to you too. What has the mighty Radio Demon frazzled this morning?”

“Hm?” He hums, still not looking up at you. You frown. 

I know what will get his attention.

“That smile of yours doesn’t hide as much as you think it does…” as you speak, you pull yourself on his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “…at least not for me,”

A look of pleasant surprise crosses his face at your forwardness and his eyes snap to yours. Finally pulled away from his thoughts. 

Too easy.

“I am far from trying to hide anything darling,” he playfully runs his free hand up your thigh to your hip, resting it with firm grip on your waist, “However, you are correct in assuming my head is a little busier than usual. Charlie just informed me that her father will be making a visit to the hotel today.”

You practically fall out of Alastor’s hold from how fast you jolt up at the news. “I’m sorry…LUCIFER is coming today? You didn’t think that was important information to give me first thing this morning?”

He takes a sip of his drink and shrugs, “I would have told you eventually.”

Rolling your eyes at his nonchalant attitude, you quickly get dressed and head down to the lobby. Everyone was bustling around the hotel to get it prepared for the King of Hell’s arrival. You track down Charlie to ask what you can do and quickly get busy helping the others.

When Charlie answers the door, you catch a peek of the King for the first time and he’s…much shorter than you expected however still strikingly handsome. He was said to be the most beautiful of the angels before his fall. You are just finishing hanging a banner on the stairway when you overhear Alastor’s voice talking with everyone. Making your way down the stairs you catch the end of an apparently heated conversation.

“- well it’s not very clever!”

“Ha – ha! Fuck you.”

“ALRIGHT!” You and Charlie chime at the same time. She takes Lucifer’s shoulder to pull him towards the rest of the group and you wrap your hand on Alastor’s forearm. “What the fuck is your problem?” you scold. He jerks your hand off his arm without a second glance.

Oh we are going to be pissy today?

“And this is our newest resident but with her progress I feel like she’s bound to be our first successful transfer! She’s got a heart of gold!” Charlie beams at you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” You say extending out a hand for a handshake.

Lucifer takes your hand and pecks your knuckles. “Yes, wonderful to meet you as well.” As he looks up he pauses, and a confused look crosses his face. You share an equally confused look while trying to pry your hand back from him. Charlie regains his attention, “Sooo dad there is so much to see –“ she trails off and you walk over to the bar.

“Trouble in paradise?” Husk pokes. If looks could kill, yours would have buried him another six feet under. Taking the hint, he pours you a double of your usual. You hear him mutter a hasty ‘sorry’ when he hands you the glass.

As you baby your drink some girl barges into the hotel, practically throwing herself onto Alastor. I really wish that didn’t bother me as much as it does. Noticing your face twist in annoyance, Husk leans over the bar to your ear, “It’s just Mimzy. She’s trouble, but not in the way you think. I’ll talk to Al in a bit.” You nod, watching her walk over to chat up Husk and Angel. Irritated by the events of the day so far, you excuse yourself to your room.

Halfway up the stairs to realize you don’t actually want to go sulk in your room, so instead you leisurely wander the halls lost in thought. Why is Alastor wrapped so fucking tight over Lucifer being here? Really showing his true colors.

You blindly make the first turn down the hall and knock heads with Lucifer who swiftly wraps an arm around your waist to keep you from falling. You grasp at his shoulders for balance. “Fuck I’m so so so sorry – I was lost in my thoughts.”

“No no that was all me. I also was lost in my thoughts. Are you alright?” his voice was honey, sweetened even more by his soft smile.  

“Yes, thank you. So sorry again – uhm where are your tour guides?”

“I evaded them to look around for myself. However, I am quite glad to have run into you, literally.” He chuckles at himself. Even his laugh is smooth. No wonder this man corrupted not one but two women with ease.

You wrinkle your brows, “Any reason in particular or…?”

“I just was hit with the strangest feeling when we met, and I wanted to ask. Are you…” his voice drops, “fallen?”

You push him away, realizing you are still holding onto each other. “Oh goodness no, I died and ended up straight here. I joke that I just wasn’t one of God’s favorites, even after living ‘by the book’ as they say.” A nervous laugh bubbles out of you but Lucifer looks more empathetic than amused.

“Charlie was right, if this whole redemption thing is even possible, you’d –“

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” You ask quietly. 

He steps closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I just see how bright your soul is –“

“Don’t….say that.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Lucifer was on the verge of tears with how he is looking at you right now. “It must be so painful to be surrounded by such horrible sinners. Redemption would mean –“

“Lucifer please…” you beg with him, feeling your emotions start to take over. Why is he prodding this subject so hard?

“My dear Heaven can make mistakes, even if they’ll never admit it.”

“Enough!” You jerk away from him, causing him to step back in a stunned silence. “It’s ridiculous how the devil himself can see my soul is good yet THEY sent me here without a second thought. My love and my kindness and how I lived righteously on Earth meant NOTHING to them! Heaven didn’t want me so why the fuck would I want to go begging at their gate!?” Your cheeks grow hot as tears begin to pour from your eyes. Why am I crying over this RIGHT NOW?

Lucifer grabs you and pulls you to his chest, turning your tears into full sobs muffled by his coat. You drop to your knees and he kneels with you, tightening his embrace. “I’m sorry,” He breathes, “I understand more than anyone the pain you feel. But I also sense how powerful you’ve become here. Charlie is so lucky to have a friend like you.”

You look up abruptly through bloodshot eyes, taken back by the comment. He laughs at your stunned expression, “I’m Lucifer, THE devil – you really think I wouldn’t know something was up? Don’t worry, I understand the danger if you’re not careful with who you surround yourself -”  

“What did you do to her!?” Alastor’s enraged voice resonates through hotel walls as he rushes over to pull you away from Lucifer. He grabs your arm, yanking you up off your knees. Some timing this guy has.

“Ouch – stop! He didn’t do anything. We ran into each other and just got –“ you try to reason with the increasingly furious demon but it falls on deaf ears. His antlers grow and body starts to stretch over the already smaller body of Lucifer.

“I don’t care if you’re the King of Hell, you touch her again and I’ll take pleasure in ripping those puny arms off your body!”

“Alastor calm down – he was helping me if anything!”

Lucifer stands up, ignoring the threats, but then a realization hits him. He looks at you equally baffled and disgusted. “No….Oh no my dear, you aren’t actually serious, right? All the sinners in Hell and you choose him?” 

“What the fuck does that mean!?” you and Alastor angrily shout in unison.  

Charlie and Vaggie come down the hall to see the tense scene. In classic Charlie fashion, she nervously tries to deescalate the situation, “Oh hey dad! THERE you are! Let’s continue the tour on a different floor, shall we?”

A sudden force hits the hotel, causing the entire building to shake. Looking outside you see several loan shark demons trying to force their way in and yelling for Mimzy. Guess Husk was right about her being trouble. Alastor snaps his head to you, keeping a rigid grip on your arm, “Radio tower. NOW.” he barks. Without waiting for your response, he shrinks into his shadow while the others run down to the lobby.

You walk into the radio tower and look outside in time to watch the last of the sharks being eaten. Maybe that’ll help him blow off some steam from today. Get his shit untwisted enough to actually talk to me. You pace the tower, taking in all the knobs and wires that strewed across the front where he sat every night. Alastor never invited you into his tower and you never felt the need to visit. So why did he ask demand me to come in here instead of his room?

“Feel any better, asshole?” you bite as soon as your ears start to ring.

A chill runs down your spine when he materializes right behind you. “You’d be wise to watch your tone.” He growls threateningly.

You turn to face him, “I’m sorry? My tone? Would you like a reminder of how shitty you’ve been towards me all day? And the whole Lucifer thing, the fuck is your problem with – “ his hand grasps at your throat, holding firm enough to startle you. You look up at him in shock and stare into his glowing red eyes.

“My problem with the King of Hell is none of your concern. However, I quite dislike how easily he got so close to you, my dear. Did you enjoy his hands on you? Did he whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Telling you how wonderful it is that you use your little powers for good?” His words drip with malice as he holds you in place. This was what you always expected from him yet somehow it hurt worse now, after everything you’d gone through together. His last sentence is all you needed to hear to trigger every worry you’ve had since the first deal.

You push yourself away from his grip. Resentment and hurt tightens painfully in your chest. This is it, this is where I need to turn off every emotion I ever thought I've felt for him. You straighten your body and try to speak calmly, “You’re angry because you think he wanted to take me…my power…to use elsewhere, aren’t you? This isn’t about him putting hands on me or you being jealous in that sense, oh noooooo - You thought he was trying to convince me to do his bidding rather than yours, THAT’S why you’re upset isn’t it?”

Static fills the air and he seethes at your words. He moves towards you but you step back out of his reach. You feel his shadow try to grab your legs but you conjure your needles, peppering them across the wood floor to chase it off. “Don’t touch me! It’s true, isn’t it?” Your eyes ignite with anger to hide your tears.

“I believe I made it very clear in the beginning this was about the power but – “ his voice drops and smile fades.  

“What? But WHAT Alastor?”

He takes a deep breath and tries to step towards you again, speaking with a quiet but fierce tone, “Please, I need you to believe me when I say – “

“BELIEVE YOU? Do you hear yourself? This whole ruse of trusting each other, being drawn to each other, wanting to HELP me – it was all for your personal gain! You want nothing from me other than the power I can give you. Well forget it, I told you I wasn’t going to be some PET of yours. Our deals are OVER.” Pulling your hand up, you see the pink and green entwined string that connected you to Alastor. Your chest pangs as it snaps apart, fading into the dust of the tower.

His static cuts out and an eerie stillness falls over the room. In the dim glow of the tower you can only make out his silhouette and red eyes. You stand perfectly still, preparing for him to retaliate, lunge, attack, yell, anything. But he doesn’t. Neither of you move nor speak. After what feels like an hour of silence, Alastor melts into his shadow and disappears out of the room.

You drop to your knees in agony.

Rule #4 Never let your weaknesses show.

A wave of pain burns through your body as though your heart was just ripped out of your chest.

Rule #3 Never bring anyone too close.

How could I be so stupid to think we could work together?

Rule #2 Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have.

That he could actually care about me?

Rule #1 Never trust another Overlord.

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Rhysand Week 2024 Masterlist

Thanks to everyone who contributed to our annual Rhysand week! We loved seeing everyones posts and interpretations of the Most Delightful High Lord.

For writers, please feel free to add your submissions to the 2024 AO3 Collection

Day 1: Adolescence

Birthday by @littlest-w01f

Family Portrait by @copypastus

Good Older Brother by @thrumugnyr

Trials and Tribulations by @readychilledwine

Day 2: Carynthian

Alive by @littlest-w01f

Carynthian Warrior by @cauldronblssd @panicatthenightcourt and @moonpatroclus

A Night to Celebrate by @readychilledwine

Day 3: Loved Ones

Snow by @littlest-w01f

What Does it Mean to Love and be Loved? by @dusk-muse

Taken Away from Him by @colorlesschristmastree

You Up? pt. 2 by @praetorqueenreyna

Before the Sun Rose by @thelov3lybookworm

GO FOR IT, RHYSAND! by @copypastus

What Once Was Lost by @readychilledwine

Warming up to Spring by @thrumugnyr

Day 4: Lord of Night

Punishment by @littlest-w01f

The Lord of Night by @amnevitahdrawsstuff

Different Kinds of Darkness by @cauldronblssd and @moonpatroclus

A Helping Hand by @readychilledwine

Lord of Night moodboard by @climbthemountain2020

Day 5: Survivor

Safe by @littlest-w01f

5 Steps Forward, 2 Steps Back by @readychilledwine

Bound and Bloody by @copypastus

Day 6: Worlds Axis

How Villains Are Made by @littlest-w01f

Kings and Queens by @littlest-w01f

A Dance With Danger by @readychilledwine

Day 7: Free Day

Bakery by @littlest-w01f

Fireball by @littlest-w01f

Across the Universe by @amnevitahwritesstuff

Disheveled Rhys by @fourteentrout

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days Rhysta AU by @praetorqueenreyna

Rhysta RomCom Movie Posters by @copypastus

Violet Eyes by @ladymidnight-goesforth

Night Falling by @popjunkie42

AU: Interview with the Vampire by @queercontrarian

A Long Night by Anonymous

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Our Minds Entwined-----------------------

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10

MDNI----------------------------------------------------------------

pairings: aaron hotchner x oc x spencer reid

summary: in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest, brightest member

warnings: implied smut, evelyn annoying the fuck out of hotch pt 2

Chapter Nine:

The morning light filtered in Evelyn's bedroom, casting a lazy glow across the room as Spencer's kiss melted into Evelyn's lips. She stretched languidly across the bed, the soft fabric of her lounge set--a cozy ensemble chosen for the day's travels--wrinkling beneath her. The scent of mint lingered in the air, a fresh reminder of her morning routine now complete. Spencer stood, the sheets sifting, his departure slow and reluctant.

"You're not leaving me already, are you?" Evelyn's words were a playful whimper, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a hint of feigned distress. Her hand lazily patted the empty space beside her as if to say there was no good reason for him to get up just yet.

"I'm going to engage in a necessary biological process commonly referred to as 'using the restroom'," Spencer said, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile. "You're very needy in the morning,"

"'M not," Evelyn protested with a drawn-out whine, but she puckered her lips in a pout that begged contradiction, her hands pulling on his sleeve. "Round two?"

Spencer's laughter was a soft rumble, his lips grazing the delicate spot beneath her chin, causing a ripple of giggles to escape her. "Tempting as it is, I should get out of here before Hotch shows up. I'm not sure 'we were just analyzing sleep patterns' would fly as an excuse."

"Yeah, I doubt he'd buy that."

As the bathroom door closed behind Spencer, Evelyn sank back into the pillows. Casual was a term she had never associated with sex before--yet here she was in a no-strings attached arrangement. The simplicity of it all was good and so was the sex--god the sex was good. Evelyn never knew it was possible to want to have it all the time, yet here she was feeling like she could jump his bones at every minute of the day.

Spencer re-entered the room, his eyes sweeping over the space with an inquisitive glint. The room was a reflection of Evelyn herself--unapologetically girly, with walls adorned with soft pastel shades and shelves lined with an array of romance novels. He paused at the collection, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

Evelyn shot him a look, her arms crossing defensively. "Listen, not everyone finds the dictionary to be a page-turner."

"I didn't say anything," Spencer replied, his hands raised in surrender, the ghost of a smirk on his face.

"You didn't have to," Evelyn retorted, "I could hear you thinking it."

Spencer's fingers grazed the spine of particularly worn novel. "May I?"

"Hands off, pretty boy!" Evelyn's protest was cut short as she bounded from the bed, trying to intercept Spencer's reach for the book.

Spencer's chuckles echoed in the room, the book just out of Evelyn's reach as she hopped in vain. With a quick, fluid motion, he captured her wrists with one hand, and with a gentle firmness, her pressed her against the wall. She stood on her tiptoes, the top of her head barely reaching his chin.

"Spencer Reid, if you don't put that book down this instant, I'll--" Evelyn demanded.

"Patience," he replied, the pages flipping rapidly under his gaze. "I'm conducting research."

"Research, huh? In that case let me assist," she trailed off, her hands catching the hem of his shirt, coaxing him back to the bed.

With a laugh, Spencer closed the book. "Evelyn, Hotch will be here any minute. Are you even packed?"

"Of course, I am," she replied, "I'm just gonna miss our nights together while I'm gone, Dr. Reid."

"I'll miss you too," Reid admitted. "Did you know that the heart doesn't actually 'miss' in a literal sense? It's a brain colloquialism for the activation of the brain's reward system, particularly the anterior cingulate cortex and insula, which respond to emotional stimuli..."

Spencer's lecture on the heart was cut short by a sudden, firm knock on the door. Evelyn's eyes widened as she darted a glance through the window, spotting the familiar black SUV outside.

"It's Hotch," she hissed, a note of urgency in her voice. "Please tell me you parked in the garage."

"I did," Spencer assured her, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Okay you stay here," Evelyn directed, her gaze flickering from Spencer to the door as she snatched up her suitcase. "Make sure you wait until we're gone to leave, mkay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Spencer replied, a soft chuckle in his voice, punctuating his words with a gentle tap on her ass as she made her way out.

Evelyn moved to the door with a fluid grace, pulling it open to find Hotch in an uncharacteristically casual stance. He was dressed down for the flight in a soft, gray henley that accentuated his build, paired with jeans that were a far cry from his usual suits. She found the sight disarmingly attractive. Hotch, in turn, was struck by how Evelyn's casual outfit clung just right, only seeming to enhance her natural elegance.

"Morning, sunshine," she chimed, her smile sharp and gleaming as she tore her gaze from his body.

Hotch's gaze fell to the overstuffed suitcase at her feet, one brow arching higher than the other. "Planning to move in, or is that all for three days?"

"Oh, Hotch, you wouldn't last a day with me as a roommate. I'm a handful and then some," Evelyn teased. "And this," she gestured to herself, "takes a suitcase full of effort. It's not sorcery, but it's close."

Hotch watched her with a measured gaze, finding himself momentarily lost in thought. Inwardly, he doubted the necessity of her suitcase's contents. She hardly needed meticulous preparation to look the way she did. It was a thought, he chastised himself for having, he was her boss, and such considerations were definitely beyond the scope of the role.

Evelyn made a move for the suitcase, but Hotch was already one step ahead, effortlessly hoisting the luggage before she could. Side by side, they walked to the car, their footsteps in quiet accord. With a swift motion, Hotch stowed the luggage in the car, and they both climbed into the car.

Evelyn settled in and her gaze fell to a coffee cup awaiting her. "Hotch, is that for me?"

Hotch started the engine, feigning indifference. "Let's just say I prefer my mornings peaceful, and a caffeine-deprived Evelyn is anything but."

She grinned, noting the vanilla scent wafting from the cup. "And you got my favorite?"

"I make it a point to remember the important details--unlike like someone."

"You know, I had a feeling you'd bring that up," Evelyn said with a roll of her eyes. "A girl's entitled to one coffee mishap, isn't she?"

The early morning drive to the airport was a quiet affair, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional melody that Evelyn couldn't resist singing along to. It seemed that every song on the radio was her 'favorite,' and she serenaded Hotch with a gusto that was inversely proportional to her musical accuracy. Hotch's expression might have read as mildly pained, but in truth, he found her off-key notes unexpectedly charming.

Evelyn navigated the narrow plane aisle with a practiced grace, sliding into the middle seat. On the window side, Hotch had already claimed his spot, his gaze fixed on the world outside. The aisle seat remained vacant but not for long. A man, older and with a certain disheveled charm that bordered on sleazy, soon occupied it.

His suit was a tad too shiny, the kind that tried too hard to impress, and his hair was slicked back in way that seemed to defy both age and gravity. Evelyn, ever the person she was, didn't seem to mind as she offered him a polite smile, the kind that was courteous yet distant. The man returned the gesture, revealing a gold tooth that glinted in the cabin light.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" the man started, "I must say, you make our cramped quarters seem rather pleasant."

Evelyn flashed a polite smile. "That's very kind."

Hotch sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the exchanged with an intensity that betrayed his calm exterior. His protective instincts were fully engaged, a subtle tension visible only in the slight clench in his jaw. He watched as Evelyn navigated half the flight with her usual poise, responding to the main's veiled advances with nothing more than polite nods and neutral smiles.

Oblivious to any underlying intentions, she carried on with an air of kindness, her attention occasionally drifting to the window. Hotch, ever watchful, noted the subtle cues--the way the main leaned in, the too-warm chuckles, the searching glances. Yet, Evelyn seemed unaware.

"Your choice of material is quite... enlightening," the man remarked, his knee brushing against Evelyn's for the umpteenth time.

"Oh this?" Evelyn remarked casually, holding up the romance book. "Just a little light reading for the flight."

The man chuckled, his tone dripping with innuendo. "Careful, those can set quite the mood. Might be more than you bargained for."

Confusion flickered across Evelyn's features, failing to grasp the full intent behind the man's comment. Hotch, however, was all too aware, his patience wearing thin with each 'accidental' contact between the man's knee and Evelyn's.

In a moment of quiet resolve, he leaned towards her, his voice a soft murmur meant only for her ears. "You said you prefer the window seat, correct?"

Evelyn's eyes widened, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile of genuine surprise. "Are you offering it to me?"

He confirmed with a simple nod, his eyes holding hers with a gentle firmness.

She lowered her voice, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "You're just full of surprises today, aren't you? I better start taking notes; the team's never going to believe this."

Evelyn stood up, her movements betraying a slight reluctance as she moved to switch seats. Meanwhile, Hotch stood from his seat, his stature filling up the limited space between them. As Evelyn edged by, the proximity caught her off guard, sending a surge of warmth through her, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

"Oh, sorry," she breathed out, barely audible, as a wave of crimson flooded her cheeks, her mind chastising her for the clumsy encounter.

Hotch offered a silent nod, his own heartbeat imperceptibly faster.

Time stretched on and as the drone of the engines filled the cabin, Evelyn rose yet again, her movements fluid yet mindful in the confined space. The narrow space forced Evelyn to turn her back as she edged by, her focus solely on the beckoning call of the restroom. Hotch, his composure momentarily slipping, masked his distraction with a cough that sounded almost strained against the quiet chatter.

Hotch was a man of control, yet as Evelyn moved past him, her presence was undeniable and quite literally right at eye level just like her ass. The fabric of her attire accentuating her every move, leaving an imprint on his watchful eyes that lingered longer than necessary. Hotch's gaze followed her every move, tracking her discreetly until she merged with the aisle.

The man beside Hotch, leaned in closer than necessary. "Quite the view, huh?" he commented in a hushed tone, a sleazy grin spreading across his features.

Hotch's expression hardened, his jaw setting a firm line. Facing the man, his eyes were steely, his voice a low rumble of warning, "I'd suggest you keep your observations to yourself. It's a long flight, and I'd hate for it to become any longer for you."

The remainder of the flight passed without incident, the earlier tension dissolving into the cabin's recycled air. Evelyn, none the wiser to the exchange between Hotch and the man, mused to herself about the sudden peace.

As they disembarked in Miami, Evelyn and Hotch were greeted by the warm air that wrapped around them like a welcoming shawl. The hotel loomed around them, a sprawling resort nestled amidst lush gardens and shimmering waters.

"Hotch, look at this place! I think the Bureau's expense department got their wires crossed," Evelyn gushed as they entered the lobby, where her attention was swiftly stolen by the sight of the pool through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "I half expect to see a celebrity or two lounging by that pool. Speaking of which, how strict do you think they are about conference attendees taking a 'research break' in the water? Asking for a friend, of course."

"Evelyn," he began, "what you do in your free time is at your discretion. However," he continued, his gaze locking onto hers, "we have a dinner engagement this evening with some key figures from the conference. It's an informal setting, but impressions matter. I trust you'll bring your usual insight and professionalism to the table."

"Professionalism? Oh, you've got it, boss man. I'll be the picture of professionalism--so much so, they might just mistake me for you," she teased, her grin suggesting she was only half-joking. "As long as you keep me on the guest list for these conferences."

Hotch's gaze lingered on Evelyn for a moment, a silent warning conveyed in the briefest of looks. "I need to meet with some representatives from the BSU," he said, "Here's your room key," he added, handing her a small envelope with a practiced hand. "Remember, 'be good' isn't just a suggestion, it's an expectation."

"Oh, Hotch, when have I ever been anything but good?" Evelyn asked, batting her lashes with an exaggerated innocence.

Hotch offered nothing but a deadpan look in response to Evelyn's words, the unamused mask firmly in place as he turned and walked away with measured steps.

Evelyn's delight was unmistakable as she made it to her room. The space was more than nice--it felt luxurious. From the plush bed to the breathtaking view that beckoned from the window. But the room couldn't contain her restless energy for long. She swiftly changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and tank top.

Evelyn's casual stroll through the hotel brought her to a halt outside a bustling conference room where Hotch stood, surrounded by a circle of professionals. One woman in particular caught her eye--a vibrant figure with a small tattoo adorning her exposed shoulder, her proximity to Hotch just shy of intimate. Her laughter rang out, a decibel too high, piercing the hum of conversation. The sound seemed to echo in Evelyn's ears, stirring an unfamiliar jealously as she watched, a sense of possessiveness she hadn't anticipated washing over her.

"What am I doing?" Evelyn questioned herself, a frown marring her usually carefree expression. She shook her head, trying to scatter the unexpected feeling that clouded her thoughts. She was already with one coworker. With one last look at Hotch and the woman, she turned, her footsteps echoing through the hall.

The evening had settled over the resort, casting a soft glow of the evening lights. In her room, Evelyn stood before the mirror, draped in a black dress that embraced her form with an almost immoral familiarity. The neckline offered a glimpse of the swell of her breasts that made her second-guess the appropriateness for dinner. She pondered if the dress crossed the line from chic to scandalous, especially since Hotch had left the dress code to her imagination.

As she reached for her lipstick, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of Hotch. His dark suit was crisp, the lines clean and authoritative, setting off the steely look in his eyes. For a fleeting second, Evelyn found herself at a loss for words, her usual quick-witted banter deserting her. She marveled at the sharpness of his jawline, the intensity of his gaze.

She blinked, a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks as she took a moment to appreciate the man before her. Regaining her composure, she greeted him. "Well, if it isn't Agent Hotchner, looking sharp enough to cut through red tape."

His eyes softened as his gaze dragged up her figure. It was rare when words, typically his steadfast ally, seemed insufficient. Clearing his throat, he allowed a genuine smile to touch his lips. "Evelyn, you look beautiful."

The unexpected warmth in Hotch's voice sent a flutter through Evelyn's stomach. A blush crept up her cheeks as she stammered. "Oh--uh, thank you, hotch," she managed, her voice a notch higher than usual. She stepped aside, gesturing him in. "Just give me one sec, I need to... uh, apply my lipstick," she said, her hands fumbling for the cosmetic.

As Evelyn carefully twisted the tube of lipstick, she began to speak. "So, who exactly is going to be at this dinner...?" She trailed off, focusing on the precision of the crimson shade as it glided over her lips, forming an 'o' shape. "And the seating arrangements, I hope they're not too formal. It's always so awkward to make conversation when--"

Hotch found himself unexpectedly transfixed, leaning casually against the doorframe yet entirely absorbed by the scene before him. Evelyn's lips, parting and pressing as she spoke, were all he could see. She was speaking--something about the dinner, the guests--but the words seemed to drift away. All of it was drowned out by the delicate precision with which she painted her lips, the occasional catch of her teeth against the plush red, the way he could imagine those same lips wrapped around his cock. The mundane task, one he had never given much thought to before, suddenly seemed the most fascinating thing in the world.

Evelyn caught the distant look in Hotch's eyes and paused, her lipstick hovering mid-air. "Hotch?" she probed, a note of curiosity in her voice.

He snapped back to the present with a slight start. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sounds great," he mumbled, almost as if on autopilot.

Evelyn eyed him quizzically for a moment but then shrugged it off with a smile. "Well, I'm all set," she said, slipping her lipstick into her purse. "Shall we?"

The restaurant was a cocoon of warmth and subtle elegance, its walls adorned with tasteful art and tables set with crystal and fine china that caught the glimmers of the chandeliers overhead. As Evelyn and Hotch made their way through the hushed conversations and the soft clinking of cutlery, she felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with the slightest edge of nerves.

As Evelyn neared the table, a sharp pang of recognition coursed through her--the woman from before was there. The woman who had flirted with Hotch, her casual elegance now a sharp thorn in Evelyn's side. The closer they got to the table, the more Evelyn felt the bitter vine of jealously winding its way up, tightening around her voice. It made it all worse as she realized the same woman that was flirting with hotch was the infamous Lillian Lewis, best-selling author and behavioral analyst. She was a legend in their work.

Hotch, ever composed, acknowledged the table with a subtle nod. "Professor, gentlemen," he began, "this is Special Agent Evelyn Gideon."

The men at the table, both influential benefactors of the BAU, received her with a warmth that melted away some of her stiffness. "Agent Gideon, a pleasure," the man, Thomas Weller, remarked, his handshake warm and reassuring.

Dr. Reeves greeted her with a thoughtful nod and a smile. "Welcome, Evelyn. It's always good to see new faces in the field."

Evelyn mirrored their greetings, her smile unfurling effortlessly, softening the formality of the moment. Her voice turned to one of admiration as she tried to push aside the knot of discomfort in her stomach. Despite her confusing feelings to Hotch, game recognizes game. And Professor Lewis was one of the best.

"Professor Lewis, it's an honor. Your work on micro expressions has been a game-changer in high-stakes negotiations."

Professor Lewis gave a curt nod, her 'Thank you' slicing through the air, sharp and devoid of the earlier warmth. Her eyes, a steely grey, seemed to appraise Evelyn with a scholar's critical gaze, flickering over her with an air of polite disinterest.

As they took their places at the table, Hotch smoothly slid Evelyn's chair out for her. As she eased into it, she shot him a teasing smile. "Such attentiveness, Agent Hotchner. I wasn't kidding about taking notes, the team will need a full briefing when we get back."

Hotch leaned in, his breath a whisper against her ear. "Remember how I said being good wasn't a suggestion?"

The warmth of his breath left her momentarily dazed, a tingling sensation lingering where his words had landed. She shrugged softly at his words, shooting him a quick wink.

As the dinner conversation ebbed and flowed around them, Dr. Reeves leaned forward, drawn by the familiar ring of her last name. "So, your father is Jason Gideon?"

Evelyn affirmed with a modest tilt of her head. "The one and only."

With a scrutinizing look, Professor Lewis cut into the conversation, injecting dryly. "Must've been nice having that as your golden ticket."

The comment hung in the air, and Evelyn felt a momentary discomfort. She recovered quickly, though, with a light-hearted retort. "Well, it certainly wasn't a Wonka bar, but it did come with its own set challenges," she said, hoping to deflect the tension with humor.

Without missing a beat, Hotch offered a measured nod in Evelyn's direction. "Evelyn has earned her place on the team. Her record stands on its own."

Evelyn managed to navigate the rest of the dinner with grace, her laughter blending seamlessly into the restaurant's hum. It was easy for her to charm the benefactors just like Hotch assumed she would: the way she remembered personal details, the easy way she joked about the appetizers, or how she gracefully deflected any praise to her team, specifically her unit chief.

As the clinking of glasses subsided, Mr. Weller nudged Hotch with a knowing look. "The bureau's lucky to have someone like her," before shooting a wink to Evelyn, he added, "And hey, if you ever get tired of this guy, give me a ring, huh?"

As they prepared to leave, Hotch's hand found its way to the small of Evelyn's back, guiding her through the crowd. The warmth of touch sparked a cascade of tingles down her spine, and she couldn't help but press back against his palm, a subtle gesture not lost on the observant eyes of the professor.

"Did you hear that, Hotchner?" Evelyn teased as she pressed closer to him. "The bureau is lucky to have me."

Hotch's fingers gave a gentle squeeze on her back, his voice low and teasing. "I knew that would go to your head."

The hotel's quiet corridors echoed with the soft tread of their steps as Hotch accompanied Evelyn to her door. The distant hum of the air conditioning lent a subtle rhythm, while the floorboards yielded a soft protest against their weight.

Evelyn paused at her door, her palm grazing the cool metal of the doorknob. Her gaze flickered up to Hotch. "Guess I'm not high on Professor Blake's list, huh?"

A smile of quiet assurance played on Hotch's lips, his gaze steady. "I wouldn't quite put it that way," he murmured, his voice low. "That's just her way."

Evelyn exhaled a breath tinged with mock amusement, her gaze honing in with accusation. "Well, she sure seemed to have a different way with you earlier," she insinuated, her words just loud enough for him to catch.

"What was that?" Hotch asked, an eyebrow raised in silent invitation for her to elaborate.

"Nothing," Evelyn retorted with a swift dismissal.

Hotch shook his head, a silent chuckle in his throat.

He lingered, his eyes savoring her--the contours of her face, the curve of her beck, the line of her shoulders. Hotch found himself captivated, unable to divert his attention. As the hallway seemed to condense around them, Hotch found his gaze on the delicate bow of her lips, the color seeming to tempt him in more ways than one.

"Goodnight, Evelyn," he finally managed.

"Goodnight, Hotch," she voiced evenly, her words smooth and controlled, a veil over the wild drumming of her heart.

With a final nod, Hotch turned and walked away. Evelyn retreated into her room, the door's click sealing her inside, its sound a faint punctuation in the quiet. She exhaled a deep, satisfied breath, a serene smile playing on her lips. She moved with a soft deliberateness, preparing for bed, her slow and purposeful movements discarding the dress.

She pulled out her pajamas, the fabric soft and familiar between her fingers. A shade of blush with tiny hearts, the material hugged her just right. Dimming the lights, she climbed into the plush bed, the sheets cool against her skin. 

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[barelylivingscholar]

Arlecchino, with a daughter pt.6

I've been training my combat abilities with some of the harbingers, namely Signora, Pulcinella, and of course, Pantalone. I had not expected the sudden collaboration due to the tension around me. Whenever they are able to get to hang around me, it always end up with the question, "Is Regrator treating you well?" or the casual "You are free to live with me, if Regrator isn't able to accommodate you." Things like these makes me feel... Weird, but it is good to be wanted. But I wish it didn't feel so suffocating all the time. Lately, I've been having more nightmares, and panic attacks about the Knave... Making me grow restless and more ambitious to be able to heal from it... It was never easy from the start. Everything about the Knave makes me feel sick. I never cared to understand the reason behind her actions, because in the end, what is there to know, when her intentions were never pure from the start. Both Pantalone and Pulcinella told me about what's to know about her, and it makes me more angrier that the Knave was capable of doing such things... They fed me lies, lies that spiked my hatred for her. Until one afternoon, I fell into darkness. Endless darkness that had consumed my entire environment, different from Snezhnaya, everything appears endless, and devoid from any form of life. Enemies were fast approaching, I had to dispatch them. I draw my percussion-lock rifled musket, and started to fight off the horde. Occasionally switching to my rapier as my bullets began to wane... I became outnumbered, and surely enough I was swarmed with creatures that I have not encountered, some that were familiar. I was bound to be dead. The feeling of dread creeps up on me. In truth, I was scared to die, because I had just rediscovered my will to live during my time with Pantalone. It was too early, for me to perish without even getting the chance to see the Knave fall from her grace. It doesn't fuel my urge to fight at all. What rekindled my fighting spirit was when I saw someone, fighting their way up to reach me. I had to match their movements, I couldn't afford to lose here. It seemed like hours of endless fighting, but we managed. I lived. I collapsed from exhaustion. The mysterious woman caught me before I could land on the ground. I awoke to a woman observing a medallion...? I couldn't tell since my vision was blurry. The woman took notice of me when I slowly regained my consciousness. I see her holding up a vision. She stared at me blankly, then tossed me the vision. It was a geo vision. I sighed in relief knowing that I wouldn't have to use a delusion. For almost dying, they decided to grant me power? It was getting ridiculous. I then looked up to the lady, and thanked her for saving me from the verge of death. "...Thank you." The unknown woman sighed. "What led you here was your high ambitions." I struggled to grab a hold of myself as I feel the weight of of my actions from before. The woman sighed at the sight of the young girl slowly attempting to get back up. She was not supposed to be speaking with the girl, as she had no desire to speak with weaklings. But after seeing the girl's ability to withstand horde after horde, she decides that she is worthy to communicate with. The girl looked up at her, confused as to what she meant by that. She then elaborated further. "People do not easily fall here. Certain conditions are met before being able to traverse this realm. I barely even processed the words before responding, "...Which is why I'm here. Is there any way out?" She observed the girl who does not seemed to be disturbed by the events that had unfolded. "There is. But time will pass in long periods before you are able to get back to where you're from. Time passes differently in here." Again, the child's indifference to her situation has her interest peaked. She was eerily calm for a child.

I felt numb. Knowing that I'll be stuck here for months, or even years, decades... While the world that I'm supposed to be would pass for only days, or even weeks. It was supposed to drive me crazy. But it didn't. Maybe I wasn't recovering from the shock fully. "Oh... Okay then. I'm left to fight endlessly with creatures from the abyss, then?" Making the woman before her raise an eyebrow at her nonchalance. But the woman concludes the young girl's peculiar behavior as a side effect from already being corrupted by the abyss. "Not necessarily. You are the source of something being awakened." I wanted to ask more questions, but from the looks of it, the woman had no interest in holding long conversations. So I decided to keep things short. "I understand." Bowing my head to show my gratitude, the woman then halted me. "You're not going to last long without proper training. I'll train you in exchange for you to make things more interesting during your time here in the abyss..." This wasn't something that I can say no to, I barely knew my way around here. So of course, I accepted. Without knowing how brutal, harsh, and mind-breaking the experience was... Days have passed, with endless fighting, sparring with Skirk, with little to no breaks, I was bound to become mad... The thing that kept me from becoming mad was how the effects of the abyss kept altering my mind. I was not used to not being plagued by nightmares, thoughts, and especially the horrors of what I had experienced before... It felt peaceful, too peaceful that I start to see changes that I didn't know that I myself, am capable of. The abyss had changed me, in a way that I could not comprehend how. A month after endless fighting, I had gained some sense of morals. It had never occurred to me before, so this was likely due to the abyss's effects. Things felt out of place, as I was drastically changing into another person that I had not anticipated to be. I was never even the type of girl to put morals, above all. Despite my upbringing influencing who I was before, why did it suddenly all change to becoming righteous, and just? Since when was I ever a good person? Becoming virtuous was not part of the plan. Skirk was no stranger to the changes as well, noticing how my answers have changed from time to time. While we were on break, she asked something that made me think deeply about it. "You're strange, for a young girl who is but a child." "I am aware. I don't fit the standards of a "normal child." I was never normal to begin with. "A child from the hearth, raised to be a soldier for the Fatui, the mentality of a soldier, yet has the fragile mentality of a child. It is no wonder that the abyss was unable to corrupt you further into madness... You were already unstable, from the start. It is a miracle that your arrival to the abyss had changed you for the better. Tell me, after the effects of the abyss, what's your next move?" She could tell I was contemplating about how I will be able to move now that my ideologies have changed due to the temperament of the abyss... I summoned the geo percussion-lock rifled musket and shot it manually towards the opponent's head. "I'll remain in the Fatui. Changes will be made, regardless of the Tsaritsa's will. Justice is to be served, regardless of the ignorant, consequences are made. I am no different from the people who had fallen from the abyss. Being in an organization that is corrupt and unethical is ironic to begin with, perhaps I am there to inflict conflict, I will continue to cause tension and bring disharmony to them. My definition of rightness will be the standard, to all."

It had been 4 months since, and I was finally able to return to where I was. But this time, someone who I had not met before approached me. Judging from the description that Skirk, Pantalone, and Pulcinella had described him, this maybe is "Childe." He approaches me and enthusiastically greeted me. "You must be the disciple that I've been hearing from the old man and Regrator. Nice to meet you, I'm Childe. But you can call me Tartaglia." Before he could talk more, I cut him off. "So you're the one who is also a pupil of Skirk's." Making his eyes widen from shock; he was ecstatic to meet another student of his former master. But held back since you were still young. Too young to fight. "Oh, another fellow student of my former master! So I wasn't wrong about you falling in the abyss. 4 days have passed since your fall at the abyss. I assumed you know about how time works differently there, right?"

I nodded in response. "Yes. I know about it. Did anything happen while I was gone?" He chuckles. "Oh, a lot was going on while you were gone." Her expression hardened. "The Knave went ballistic on Regrator, you should've seen it in person! As well as La Signora, and the old man! Three of them were on Regrator's neck, chewing him for losing you." He stopped chuckling when he saw that I was not amused, at all. He scratched his head, his expression showed a nervous smile. "Well... I did tell them that maybe you fell into the abyss... Neither wanted to believe it until the old man made me look for you, but now you're here!" Making me shake my head and sigh. "The others haven't stopped searching, but I'll send someone after to tell them the news. But before that, why don't you hang out with me and share some stories with me as Skirk's pupils?" The man is persistent, he doesn't look like he'll take no for answer due to his eyes beaming with interest. "Lead the way." Looks like I'll be spending time with this strange man... We arrive at a dessert shop in Snezhnaya, he offers to buy me desserts despite my protests since I had enough mora to buy myself one... I was irritable to be honest since Tartaglia, treats me as a kid. He insists on calling him by his name. "After this, I'm going back to Pantalone's base." I say, he then responded, "Aw come on, I have been waiting to finally meet you. Let's chat more." I denied his attempts to stall me. "Tartaglia, I have to return to my mentor. He's looking for me, right?" He then counterargues, "But I already told an agent to inform them that you were found." I huffed at that. He only gave me a brotherly smile, to which I find annoying. "You know... If the Regrator mistreats you, I can-" I can't believe this is happening right now. I cut him off saying, "No. I'd rather stay at Signora's or Pulcinella's." I displayed a deadpan look, making him pout. "I have younger brothers and sisters for you to play with!" He attempts to bargain. "Erm... I'd still stay at Signora's or Pulcinella's." He looked determined to convince me. "I can be your big brother." Not sure if I want this guy to be my brother at all, he was overbearing. Too much for me. "No." After the back and forth conversation, he maintains a friendly aura during the exchange. The young girl was not an ordinary kid. She seemed too mature for her own age. Of course, the knave had something to do with it, she's crazy after all. Pantalone's a business man, so how can he take care of the child? The only sensible option here is him or the old man. But he's capable, he has his own siblings after all! He just needs to convince the girl to pick him over the others... She shouldn't be exposed to the Fatui at such an early age! She should be playing with toys, just like his siblings at home, protected, and sheltered from the harsh conditions of this climate. The Fatui is not a place for children. He of all people know that, except for the Knave. Who raises children to be child soldiers. But if it's the Tsaritsa's will... He can't do anything about the orphans of the Hearth. But he may be able to do something for this kid... He now sees why his fellow harbingers are fighting for this kid. He doesn't intend to lose at this custody case that they were having, even if no one looks at it that way. But he'll win. No matter what.

An: Kid gets thrown in the abyss, comes back out as fixed(?) 🤐🤐🤐 Not Childe at joining the ongoing child custody battle... 😶 *goes mia for days again* TOODLES!

[lizzy06]

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One for the Rules ✨by alkhale (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, acto!shinsuke)[COMPLETED]

Patience is a virtue ✨✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, humor, childhood friends to lovers)You lost track of the days that you were in love with Kita. He was the wielder of cold-logic and held the bluntest of words at times, but he showed his own special brand of care. What you hadn’t expected was for him to especially care about you.[COMPLETED]

A stranger you know well ✨by @love-amihan (oneshot, angst) It's your wedding day and you get closure(kinda) with your ex.[COMPLETED]

a place to call home ✨✨by @nariism (oneshot, childhood rivals to lovers, one bed trope) "be kind, shinsuke." that's what yumie always told her grandson. and he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.[COMPLETED]

Lavender ✨by sansos/@snailsos (oneshot, fluff) Every decision, every action, every step that you took served to distance you from your past. Yet you still clung on to the lavender bookmark that bound you back to it.[COMPLETED]

If Memory Serves Pt 1,  Pt 2 ✨✨by @seokiloquy (oneshot, humor) your mom sent you to farm.[COMPLETED]

lover be good to me ✨by flintstrike (soulmae au, hurt/comfort, slowburn)You meet Kita Shinsuke on a rainy summer day, with a sea of hydrangeas swirling at your feet. You know him instantly, as only a soulmate can. He seems like a good man. Like a good soulmate.[COMPLETED]

Again by @yourstarvic (oneshot, fluff, past lovers, )You and Kita meet up again and decide to make a promise.[COMPLETED]

Grant her wish by @caxsthetic (oneshot, fluff) He never expected you to be there in his life, someone who was chaotic and may change his routine. But then, maybe he needed you after all.[COMPLETED]

kita shinsuke loves his grandmother by @augustinewrites(oneshot, fluff) His grandmother keeps pestering him to date you.[COMPLETED]

GOLDEN DAYS by @sukirichi (oneshot)what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy.[COMPLETED]

Enemies ✨by @loveephia (oneshot, kinda enemies to lovers, tooth rooting fluff)in which you can’t believe that someone like kita exists, and you hate him for being so perfect.[COMPLETED]

a sea of flowers in bloom ✨✨by sunmoonstarsrain (fluff, humor, angst with happy ending)"Take a holiday", your best friend said, "somewhere in the countryside, i know just the place". You probably shouldn't have trusted her. Not when she sent you to Kita Shinsuke's rice farm (aka the home of a god).[COMPLETED]

Slowly Falling In Love by mochi_puff(arranged marriage, fluff, slowburn)You and Kita Shinsuke got wed through an arranged marriage. This is a slice-of-life, slowburn fic of the two of you.[COMPLETED]

In Due Time ✨by deltachye (oneshot, wedding fluff) You meet at a wedding, and you know it’s a bit hasty, but your Pinterest board titled “Wedding Inspo” could really be put to use right about now.[COMPLETED]

 Dancing in the Morning Sun ✨by Channelei(oneshot, humor, fluff) Kita wakes up in his childhood home to the chaos that is his wife and his grandmother dancing together at 6:15am.[COMPLETED]

won't go home without you by @i-need-entertainment (oneshot, angst, fluff) You and Shinsuke have a fight.[COMPLETED]

a multitude of happy deviations✨ by @eggtoasties (oneshot, fluff) When Kita comes to practice with lipgloss on his mouth, chaos ensues.[COMPLETED]

Season + Weather by ejqz (fluff, light angst)Kita Shinsuke adored his grandmother. When she suffered health complications, Kita knew it was time to leave both Osaka and you to return to the countryside. After the winter chill comes the bearing of spring. Then comes the summer of cicadas, and finally the fields of neverending gold.[COMPLETED]

[hotgirlbedtimescenarios]

The Story of Us

Back to December (pt.3)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: When a ghost from your past reappears, will the memories he brings with him ignite old feelings you tried so hard to forget? Have you moved on, or will you be swept back into his orbit? You have a choice to make between the past and present, and either way, someone is bound to get hurt.

Words: 5.4k+

Warnings: 18+ adult content, sad, angsty, heartfelt, smut, guilt, alcohol use

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Seven years after Javier Peña broke your heart and disappeared, he waltzes back into your life.

You and your long-time boyfriend Ben are attending a friend's wedding.  The ceremony is short and sweet, with only an intimate gathering of close friends and family.

The reception, though, is open to hundreds of guests. It’s everything you’d expect from a Columbian night of dancing and drinking under the stars in the outdoor venue with a band, dancefloor, and warm glow of string lights strung across the space.

You’ve met many people here several times before, having been with Ben for so long now. 6 years into the relationship, you’ve nearly fully integrated into each other's lives. It was slow initially, but you inevitably had to let him in.

Now, your friends adore him, and his family loves you. The running joke of the night was that whether you caught the bouquet toss tonight or not, you were sure to be the next couple to get married.

The comments and jokes come more frequently now that you’ve been together for so long. All innocent, but you must admit that it grates on you and makes you feel guilty.

Ben would have proposed to you years ago if it weren’t for your hesitance. He’s been patient with you for so long, but now it feels like time is ticking, and the pressure is building. It’s coming sometime soon; you can feel it.

It’s not that you don’t love him, but the idea of marriage has always left you feeling uneasy, a knot of uncertainty that refuses to unravel.

The night air is heavy with the scent of flowers and the lively rhythm of music, swirling around the wedding reception like a seductive dance. You slip away from the crowd as women huddle for the bouquet toss, feeling the weight of unspoken expectations pressing down on you.

As you approach the open bar, searching for something to quiet your nerves, a figure catches your eye—a familiar broad silhouette that stirs long-dormant feelings within you.

There he is, Javier Penñ, standing with a confidence that hadn't dulled over the years, the Javier who had swept you off your feet years ago, only to vanish without a trace.

His button-up shirt pulls against his thick, broad shoulders, partially unbuttoned against his sun-kissed skin, revealing a glimpse of his chest. Your heart races, and you feel a sudden surge of adrenaline, a mix of longing and apprehension.

Out of his peripheral vision, he must see you come to an abrupt halt, so you stand frozen in shock as he turns to look at you.

Recognition flashes across Javier’s face, freezing him in place as it did you.

For a moment, time stops as your gazes lock, the air thickening with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

You both stand and stare, holding breaths, counting heartbeats, frozen in time as everyone else moves around you, unaware of how the world just shifted beneath your feet.

You take each other in for the first time in 7 years.

He’s older now, and something about him is darker, but his essence is the same as you’ve always remembered. Javier’s smoldering brown eyes, sharp jaw, and broad frame are magnetizing.

Something about him captures your attention, making it impossible not to get wrapped up in the sway of his hips as he walks or the smooth tenor of his voice. Even his arms add to the picture of devasting beauty, the same ones he used to throw around your waist and pull you in close for a kiss that sent zaps of electricity through your veins

Behind you, in stark contrast to the silence still yawning between you, the crowd erupts into cheers as a lucky bridesmaid catches the bouquet toss; it sends you reeling back into reality, to the present.

Heart racing out of your chest, you don’t retreat. Instead, you force yourself to maintain composure, approach the bar as you had planned, and, with a shaky voice, ask the bartender for another glass of wine.

The tension between you is palpable, buzzing in the air, all-consuming, drowning out the thump of the music behind you. He stands just out of reach; the heat from his body and the smell of his cologne begin to bleed into your senses.

Both of you linger, unsure what to say or do until he finally breaks the seven years of silence.

His voice cuts through the buzz of the party, "It's been a long time."

Hesitantly, you turn to face him, slowly gathering the strength of your voice. "Yes, it has," you reply softly, unsure where this unexpected reunion will lead.

“How have you been?” he asks, voice thick like the words can barely make their way up his throat. It's like he’s unsure if he even has the right to ask.

As the past seven years of your life flash behind your eyes, you stare at him, lips slightly parted but at a loss for words.

Javier's presence is a reminder of a past you had tried so hard to bury, yet his proximity ignites a spark you hadn't realized still exists.

His voice that once lulled you to sleep and sparked something molten within your veins now makes you dizzy. It's too much to bear. With it comes the onslaught of memories you’d worked so hard to bury deep and lock away.

But the moment you lock eyes, the damn bursts, and memories come flooding back to you. The day you met. It was the first of many summer days that bled into steamy summer nights together.

In a fleeting moment of weakness, your mind drifted back to that first encounter with Javier—the undeniable chemistry, the promises whispered under the cover of night, and the reckless abandon with which you had allowed yourself to fall for him.

Then, the days, weeks, and months after he left when you tried piecing yourself together.

You thought you'd forgotten so many things about him. But you were lying to yourself, a last line of deference. You’d never forget; it was impossible to.

As you begin formulating an answer, Ben appears beside you, his arm slipping around your waist. It feels so incredibly wrong now in the presence of Javier. You don’t miss how it makes a muscle flicker in his jaw.

As Ben engages in polite conversation with Javier, you find yourself drowning in memories that surged forward like a tidal wave. Images flashed before your eyes—lazy days spent exploring each other's worlds, stolen moments under the stars, and the pain of his sudden departure.

The crushing weight of just how much you miss him slaps you in the face.

You had tried to move on, to build a life with Ben, who has been patient and loving through it all. Yet, seeing Javier now stirred a longing you thought had faded with time. The guilt gnaws at you.

You blink back tears, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that threaten to consume you—suffocating and threatening to unravel the carefully constructed life you have built with Ben.

But as you stand there, caught between the past and the present, you realize that Javier's reappearance has reignited a yearning that had never truly gone away—a yearning for closure, for answers. For something else, you aren’t ready to admit to yourself yet.

This time, it's you who runs away, leaving Ben watching after you, confused, and Javier’s eyes following you knowingly as you escape the party.

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That night, after you convinced Ben to drive you home, you lay in bed next to him, struggling to explain that the reason for your reaction was that Javier was the man who broke you. The one who’s haunted you, who left you shattered for Ben to struggle to put back together all these years.

Long after Ben falls asleep beside you, you lay awake grappling with a choice that could redefine everything—between the stability and comfort that Ben offered and the unpredictable allure of a past that refused to be forgotten.

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You can't stop thinking about Javier. Over the next several weeks and months, you have sporadic run-ins with him, always short-lived, interrupted by others, and not the appropriate time or place to have the long-awaited discussion of your history together.

It turns out that even though Javier completed his work on the Escobar case, his superiors coerced him into leading the campaign against the Cali Cartel.

To sweeten the deal, they offered him a home in the neighborhood you still live in after all these years, except now Ben's belongings have found a place in your drawers and across your counters like Javier’s used to.

It explains how he seems to reappear from thin air, now always showing up at the café around the corner where you go for coffee or running into him at neighborhood gatherings.

The neighborhood welcomes him graciously, hailing him as a hero. The tight-knit community makes it impossible to avoid him.

Weeks pass with Javier weaving in and out of your life like a ghost from the past, his presence a constant reminder of what once was and what could have been.

And though you know a future with Javier died long ago, the reminder of the caliber of relationship that you two had opens your eyes to how you’ve settled for Ben.

The guilt weighs heavily on you, a silent burden that keeps you awake at night, pulling you further from Ben despite his unwavering patience.

As you distance yourself from Ben, keeping him at arm's length just as you had before, the relationship gets thrown off-kilter. Your friends notice the change in you, and their glances fill with concern and thinly veiled disapproval whenever Javier is near, despite your insistence that nothing was left between you.

Disaster strikes when, unexpectedly, Ben proposes—a last-ditch effort to secure a future together that seems to be slipping away. The moment is surreal, the ring sparkling in the dim candlelight, the hopeful anticipation in Ben's eyes stark against your inner turmoil.

It is a public display of affection at the backyard BBQ he’s thrown for you and invited the whole damn neighborhood to, even Javier. He proposes in front of friends and strangers alike, something he should’ve known you'd hate.

But he does it anyway as if he hopes the pressure of doing it publicly will pressure you into saying yes. Laying his claim on you in front of the man he is terrified will steal you away from him.

The crowd goes quiet when they see you lean down to Ben on his knee, arms outstretched, and pleading quietly with him to talk with you inside for more privacy.

His face immediately drops, and he knows before you even say anything that his plans for a future have been destroyed.

You pull him inside from the staring eyes and try your best to explain yourself, but of course, it ends poorly. He accuses you of stringing him along, using him to stave off loneliness but never genuinely giving him a chance. You try to argue, but deep down, you know it's true and hate that you’ve hurt him.

Ben storms away quickly after hurling insults your way, leaving you feeling like a monster as the party guests rapidly leave the premises, eager to escape the awkward disaster it turned out to be.

Your closest friend stays to comfort you, though she’s at a loss for words, not understanding your choice. Just as she’s wiping away the tear-smudged mascara from under your eyes, there's a knock at the front door, and she leaves you.

---

Javier witnessed it all from a distance, the scene unfolding before him like a cruel twist of fate. He didn't linger to see your response, his retreat a testament to the wounds that still haunted him. But before he could escape the backyard, cheers of excitement turned into hushed whispers of confusion.

He paused and hated himself for the relief he felt when he saw you ushering Ben inside to turn him down. He felt sick to his stomach when your eyes flickered over to meet his own so quickly he thought he might have imagined it.

Now, he waits for the crowd to disappear and almost leaves himself before seeking you out. The curiosity wins over; he has to know what happened. He has to make sure you’re okay.

He knocks at your door and nearly flinches when your friend opens it; the look of pure hatred and vitriol she gives can rival any sicario he’s ever been face to face with.

“What are you doing here?” she asks angrily.

“I uh,” Javier pauses, swallowing thickly, “I just wanted to make sure she’s alright.”

“Of course she not alright, not thanks to y—”

Her insult gets cut off when you peek around the corner, curious as to who was still poking around after the terrible turn of events.

“Jenna, it's okay,” you say, though your voice is scratchy and your eyes puffy from crying. “You can go, I’ll be fine.”

Though not entirely convinced she should leave you alone with Javier, Jenna finally retreats.

You wave Javier inside, and he follows you to the kitchen, where you make a glass of water and sip it to soothe your scratchy throat while leaning against the counter.

Javier keeps his distance, unsure how you feel about him being here. Almost positive he’s the last person you'd want to see, he nearly decides to walk away, but he finds the courage to stay.

“I don’t know if I'm allowed to ask this, but are you okay?”

“That’s rich coming from you.” You huff out a sarcastic, angry laugh, “I know it doesn’t look like it,” you gesture to your red, puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, “but I’ll be alright.”

Although he deserves it, the words still sting. He stands silent, not knowing what to do next, fighting the urge to come, hold you, and wipe the tears away. But you mistake the look in his eyes for pity, which makes you angry.

You confess bitterly, “How shitty of a person does it make me that I turned down someone who loved me, who’s only ever been good to me. Ben is patient and kind, and he's done everything right from the start; we could have had a good life.”

“Then why…?” Javier can't keep himself from asking; curiosity is eating at him. He knows what he wants to hear, that somehow, somewhere, there might still be a kernel of hope for him. Yet, at the same time, if it were his fault, he’d hate himself for causing you this pain a second time.

“I said no,” you confess softly, “because I know what it feels like to love someone deeply and unconditionally. I know what it feels like to have my soul burn for someone to -” you cut yourself off, hoping Javier doesn’t pick up on the parallel with your long-ago relationship, but you know he does.

You didn't need to explain. At that moment, the truth lay bare between you—a truth buried beneath layers of hurt and longing. All these years, all these moments of bitterness and resentment, were merely a mask for the love that had never truly faded.

“I’m sorry.” he begins apologizing, saying he’ll leave you alone, but you cut him off.

“It’s not about you,” you bark, “I'm the asshole who couldn’t find a way to love him, not the way he deserved anyways. And the worst part is, now that it's over, I feel relieved not to be trapped in a relationship that made me hate myself more and more each day.”

Javier's expression softens, his own walls crumbling in the face of your raw honesty.

“Back then,” he weighs his response carefully, “I did what I had to do just like you’ve done. Try not to be too hard on yourself.” He begs, “please.”

 His response provides you with no more details about his disappearance than there were seven years ago.

“I tried to hate you for a long time,” you reveal, capturing his full attention. His eyes snap up to find yours, but you avoid his gaze, only looking at the ground.

“And I think I did for a while, but it's only because I still loved you even after the way you made me feel. But if I still hate you now, more than I ever have, what does that mean?”

If love and hate are two sides of the same coin, is hate just a defense mechanism against the vulnerability of unrequited love?

The day's emotions finally begin to take their toll on you; what's done is done, and now you want to rest. “I think I need to be alone now,” you whisper, eyes closed, sighing heavily.

Javier takes that as his signal to leave; if he says goodbye, you don’t hear him, only his heavy footsteps and the soft click of the door closing behind him.

Once again, you’ve found yourself completely and utterly alone.

---

Almost two weeks later.

Javier lounges on the couch in his living room, tiredly scrolling through TV channels and nursing a glass of whiskey, trying to distract himself from the thoughts of the woman down the street. It is unbearable, knowing you are so close but unable to have you.

Thunder rumbles in the sky; the tropical storm Maria has finally arrived. Citizens have been warned by local news to stay off the roads and charge batteries before the storm's arrival.

Bad weather doesn’t bother Javi; it never has, but ingrained in his memories, the urge to hold you through the storms and murmur sweet assurances into your ears to calm your fears comes hurdling back.

The last time he saw you was the disaster of your birthday party. Yet another day, he ruined for you, destroying your relationship with Ben and stealing the joy out of the proposal. The same day, you told him you hated him but hinted that you still loved him, too.

 And again, he ran. You’d confessed to him his biggest fear and greatest wish all in the same breath. He didn’t know what to do.

Javier gets more agitated as the storm rages on, wind speed picking up, rain blowing sideways against his house.

Lighting cracks out, arching through the stormy night sky and ravaging a power line. The sound hurts his ears, and then his house is plunged into darkness as the power goes out.

---

The rain pelts him as he races through the street to you. He can’t stay home, knowing how terrified you must be, alone. He’ll check on you, make sure you are okay, and then come back home, he convinces himself.

---

You hear a knock on your door, distracting you from your frantic search for candles and matches now that the power has gone out. The first knock was barely audible against the howling wind and barrage of rain, but now the knocks are growing louder and more frantic.

A voice cuts through the storm, calling your name. “It's Javi; open the door,” he shouts.

Using your small flashlight for guidance, you scramble to the door and throw it open to see Javier standing there, drenched in the rain, with a frantic look.

He ushers you back inside, fighting against the wind to shut the door behind him as he enters your home.

“What the hell are you doing going outside?” you ask incredulously. “It's dangerous!”

He ignores your question, chest heaving from the run down the street. He stands in front of you in the darkness, only partially lit by the tiny flashlight in your hand.

Cold rain drips off him, splattering onto the floor as a hand works through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face.

“Power went out,” he states, “thought you might be scared.”

Something in your chest cracks --he remembers. The times he spent curled up with you in sheets, rubbing smooth circles against your skin, attempting to keep the fear at bay. The first time it happened, you were embarrassed.

You always had been; the fear of storms seemed so juvenile, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling of uncontrollable disaster that flooded your body when storms blew in. But once Javi saw your shaking hands and moisture in your eyes, he held you and calmed you through that first storm and each one that followed.

 Until he’d left you.

A pop of lightning flashes in the sky, causing you to flinch, proving his concern is valid.

Javier reaches for you, a rain-wet hand finding your shoulder, brushing calming strokes against your skin with his thumb.

“It’s okay, Carino,” he assures you, “I'm here.”

You walk to the kitchen together to gather candles to keep the darkness at bay, but the matchbox you find is empty.

“There may be more matches in my bedside table; I have a candle I like to light in there most nights,” you tell him, then flinch again when the boom of thunder shakes your house.

“I’ll get it; go sit back down,” he says, ushering you back to the couch and tucking your blankets around you.

You offer him the flashlight to help him find his way, but he refuses.

“Keep it,” he says, “I remember how to find it.”

He could find his way in the dark because even though it's been years, he remembers the outline of your home. A place that used to feel like home to him as well.

You sit on the couch, waiting for him to return when you hear a thump in the dark.

“Shit,” Javier curses from your bedroom down the hallway, “you must’ve rearranged your furniture,” he calls.

You chuckle as he shuffles around your room in the darkness, trying not to run into another piece of furniture.

After a moment, he returns, holding a lit candle as a guiding light. He walks around your space, quietly lighting and setting candles strategically, bathing your home in the dim glow of flickering candlelight.

Finally, he meets you on the couch and lights the last candle on the coffee table, bathing the two of you in its warm light. The candlelight glints against something small in the palm of his hand, the small chrome lighter he holds in his palm.

Your breath catches.

Javier found his old lighter, with his initials engraved on the back. The one you refused to get rid of, choosing instead to stuff it into the back of your drawer as a sad keepsake of your times together.

“You kept it?” he whispers, his brown eyes swimming with emotion, illuminated by the spark of candlelight reflecting in his pupils.

“I kept it,” you whisper back. You pause momentarily, then continue, finally finding the courage to ask. If years of regret from not chasing after him have taught you anything, it's that if you have the chance, you must speak now.

Voice trembling, you add, “Why did you throw it all away? Everything we had together?”

Javier swallows the lump of emotion building in his throat.

Maybe this is wishful thinking and mindless dreaming, or perhaps this is his chance to right the wrong from so many years ago. The one that’s haunted him all his life.

If you still harbor an ounce of love for him underneath all the hate, maybe, just maybe, he has a chance.

The steady beat of rain, the rumble of thunder, and howls of wind blanket the world outside. But in your quiet home, for only you to hear, he flays himself open for you. Finally.

You sit silently, watching and listening as it explains everything. How violent the battle against Escobar had gotten, how he had been tailed by sicarios back to your home and was terrified that you’d become something for them to exploit. After all, they’d strung up Steve’s cat to send a message; what would they do to a woman so fiercely loved?

You sit in stunned silence, tears streaming down your face.

“I didn’t want to,” he continues, pain lacing every word. “But I had to. The thought of something happening to you because I was selfish enough to drag you into my life was unbearable. I’d never forgive myself.”

Before you can interrupt, he continues, “And then I left, and you didn’t come after me. You so easily believed me a monster, capable of stringing you along from the beginning and cold enough to leave you without explanation. I knew then that I mustn’t have shown you the love you deserved anyway. So, I walked away, convinced I was doing the right thing and that you'd be better off without me.” His voice breaks around those last few words.

“Javi, I had no idea what to think; I didn’t even have time to think. You were standing in front of me, telling me how you didn’t want me in your life. That there was no place for me there, all while keeping a stone-cold face, and you expected me to know it was a lie? To know that you loved me when we hadn’t even said the words to each other yet?”

“I thought you knew,” he pleads emotionally. “I’m so sorry; you have to believe me when I say I struggled every single day after that. I drove by this house for months after, wishing I could walk back inside and tell you how I truly felt.”

He takes a deep breath, steadying his voice, then says, “But I can’t bring myself to fully regret it because I know it kept you safe.”

You understand, finally, after so many years of guessing and wondering, but white-hot anger begins to boil within you.

“You took away my right to choose!” you say, anger building, “If you had talked to me about the situation, I would’ve told you that I was with you no matter what. I was all in; I would’ve weathered the storm with you. But you took away my choice.”

“I had to,” he disputes sadly, “It was hard enough to leave you already. If you had called my name that day and asked me to stay even just one time, my resolve would’ve crumbled, and I’d have crawled back to you.”

Then, with a voice laden with the weight of long-held emotions, he finally confesses, “I wanted you so badly then, and selfishly, even after everything, I still do. I love you, and I never stopped.”

“I loved you too,” the words come rushing out; nothing could stop them now, “always.”

At that moment, the bowstring of yearning that had been pulled taught snaps, sending you hurdling towards each other once again. Colliding.

Amidst the rumble of thunder and rain pelting against the roof of your home, after seven long years of being apart, your lips crash together.

Soft at first, then hungrily, you melt into each other, your hands grasping into his rain-soaked hair and his hands kneading against the sides of your waist.

The taste of his lips both foreign and familiar, like something you’ve had a million times and something you’re just now experiencing for the first time.

You break apart, gasping for breath, your body thrumming with heat and anticipation. He whispers, voice quivering, “If somehow, you can give me another chance at loving you, I will never, ever leave you again. I swear.”

All you can do is nod your head, yes, as tears spill down your cheeks.

His large hands cup the sides of your jaw, caressing you with the gentle swipe of his thumbs, and pull you into another kiss, sealing your fate forever.  

Javier is holding everything he’s ever wanted in the palms of his hands. He can't stop something like the sound of a whimper from escaping the back of his throat as his lips intertwine with yours, and the salt of your tears mix with his as you find each other again in the darkness.

---

The two of you become a tangle of limbs on the couch, stripping away his wet shirt and your dry one. Between hungry kisses, you nearly slip off the couch and opt to consume each other on your living room floor instead.

Javier caresses your body, one arm around your waist and the other supporting your neck as he gently lays you back against the nest of blankets and pillows on the floor. He hovers above you, gaze raking over your body with insatiable desire, eyes swirling with devotion and love.

Tentatively, his hand almost shaking, his fingertips ghost the waistband of your pants, silently asking for your permission to take them off. With a nod, you allow it, then shuffle your legs to help him remove them.

Above you, he adjusts, peeling the rest of his clothes away, leaving him exposed to you entirely.

Javier's body glows in the candlelight, sculpting his muscle-toned body in shadows and casts wavering shadows against your own. Your eyes drink in the sight of him, broad and strong, devastatingly beautiful, just as you remembered him.

His large cock bobs between his legs, igniting a hot pool of desire between your own. Slowly, he lowers himself to crawl back over you, leaning in to kiss your neck, tickling the skin there with his mustache and licking white hot stripes against your pulse point with his tongue.

A feeble sound escapes you, coaxing a needy growl from him in return.

The storm raging outside of your home is now long forgotten.

Your hips buck up into his, chasing friction to soothe the throbbing there and rub against the column of his shaft.

Javier kisses a trail back up to your lips, then pulls back to look into your eyes, “You want this, Cariño?”

“Please,” you whimper against his lips.

And who is he to deny you when you beg so sweetly?

He plants one elbow on the sheets to steady himself and uses the other hand to rub a featherlight trail down your body, starting at the swell of your breast, down the side of your torso, and finding its way to your soaked core. It leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

He rubs circles against your bundle of nerves, eliciting another moan from you, the sensation already incredible. It lures more liquid arousal out of you, already plenty wet from the anticipation of this long-awaited reunion of bodies.

Javier feels the same; his cock already throbbing and dripping with precum at the sight of you laid bare before him like an angel offering herself up to him.

He strokes the base of himself, one, twice, then runs his length through your folds, slicking himself. Then, he lowers the tip of himself into you and slowly plunges inside.

Inch by inch, he thrusts into you, his heavy breath mixing with your own as you pant and moan into each other between kisses. He bottoms out, resting inside of you, letting you adjust to his size and savoring the warmth of you around him.

“Goddamn,” he moans, “I never want to live without this again.”

“Then don’t,” you challenge.

Finally, he begins to thrust in and out, lighting every single nerve of yours ablaze with flames of arousal and ecstasy. Your body molds to his, each of you savoring the touch of the person you once had given up hope of ever having in your life again.

Being in his arms fills you with a million things you never thought you'd feel again. It feels like coming home.

Years of longing and yearning are finally being fulfilled, and now, it allows for the pleasure to build hard and fast. It sweeps over you, both of you getting lost in its clutches, climax coming soon for both of you.

“Where do you want me?” he gasps, his voice raw and ragged.

“Here,” you say, wrapping your legs around the back of him for emphasis. “Don’t stop, please.”

He obeys, thrusts coming quicker, jolting you underneath him, and with the brush of his fingers against your clit once again, you fall apart around him. Your body tenses, and then each muscle explodes into pleasure, releasing through every fiber of your being.

Your walls pulse around him, tipping Javier past his breaking point right along with you. He groans, spilling himself into you, clutching you tightly against him as if he wants to meld into one, and pumps into you, riding out both your orgasm and his own.

After a moment, he pulls out and collapses beside you on the heaping pile of blankets and pillows you made a mess of. Both breathless, the two of you lie blissfully beside each other, chests heaving, before he pulls you by the waist flush against him.

“I love you,” he purrs into the crook of your neck, “forever.”

“I love you too, forever.”

The two of you lie there wrapped up in each other, savoring the moment, until sleep finds you, and you fall asleep in the arms of the man who sets your soul ablaze.

And everything feels just as it should be; the world feels right, as your souls once again intertwine as they were always meant to be.

Hello lovelies, this story has felt so therapeutic to me for some reason, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. It's a bit different from my usual style, so please let me know what you think.

Anyway, an epilogue will be coming soon to wrap up this story with a nice little bow. See you soon :)

[butterphii]

Fic Recommendation List!

This is fics by all of my favorites!! It's mostly Joel fics, but that's ok, right?..

1. Swept Away - Ongoing series by @punkshort

Joel Miller x Reader

Absolutely fantasic!!! I'm so inspired by her work. It's so good and she made me the writer I am now, at this point.

2. Stick Buddies - Ongoing series by @auteurdelabre

Frankie Morales x Reader

SO GOOD!!! I love binging this fic, and I reread it atleast once a week, just WAITING for the next part!

3. Neighborhood Watch - One-shot by @joelalorian

Frankie Morales x Reader

Also amazing!! I don't even know how to describe it at this point.

4. Flinched - Ongoing series by @punkshort

Joel Miller x Reader

So sad but so cute! I almost cried in the beginning!! R.I.P. Sarah may you fly high 🙏🏻

5. The Older One - One-shot by @frannyzooey

Joel Miller x Reader

Ahh!! So fucking hot. I literally loved this so much. I reread it immediately.

6. Where We Belong - One-shot by @joelmillermylove

Joel Miller x Reader

Oh my gosh. This was absolutely adorable. I feel like I'd write something like this. I love this!

7. Heavenly Bound - One-shot by @ozarkthedog

Joel Miller x Reader

Oh. My. God. I literally have to reread this like every day. So amazing! Very smutty, but so enjoyable.

8. A Deeper Purpose - One-shot (with pt 2.) by @punkshort

Joel Miller x Reader

I know Shortie's on this list a lot, but her writing is just so good.

9. Lucid Dreams - One-shot by @fhatbhabiee

Jack Daniels x Reader

AAAHAHH. I LITERALLY CRIED. This was SO cute. Thank you for blessing me with this.

I will be adding more to this as I read more! There's a few I can't remember, which is driving me FUCKING INSANE, but when I remember I'll add them! Love you all!!

[yandere-yearnings]

story masterlist. for the yans and ocs' main stories. links containing NSFW content will be bold.

♡ Burn & Burn Again (Male Yandere!Writer x GN!Reader) | pt.0, pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 (coming soon!)

♡ Pour a Shot, Roll the Dice (Male Yandere!Casino Owner x GN!Reader) | pt.0 | pt.1 (coming soon!)

♡ From the Seams (Female Yandere!Mafia x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Give My Scars to You (Male Yandere!Mafia Boss x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon)

♡ Tongue to Your Ribs (??? x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Lay No Claims (??? x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Ocean, You Pull Me In (Female Dolphin!Hybrid x GN!Reader) | pt.0, pt.1, pt.2 (coming soon!)

♡ Palace Underwater (Male Yandere Dolphin!Hybrid x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Bleed, Into Your Heart (Male Alpha!Prince x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Make It Pink (Male Omega!CEO x GN!Reader) [omegaRe:verse AU] | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Error Codes (Yandere!Glitch x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Contract-Bound Death (Yandere!Actor x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ The Garden Where We Hunt (Male Yandere!Chef x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Blood in Buttercream Roses (Female Platonic!Yandere x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ On Firefly Fire (Male Yandere!Elf King x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ Run to the Crystal Ravine (Female Yandere!Fae Princess x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

♡ I Drink My Lemonade Warm (Male Yandere!Youtuber x GN!Reader) | pt.0 (coming soon!)

general masterlist. for everything else concerning the yans and ocs, including headcanons, scenarios, imagines and answers to asks about them. links containing NSFW content will be bold.

♡ Sun (Male Yandere!Writer) | intro. | reaction to being called cute | would he write a character based on you? | darling that's interested in true crime | wanting to put him in your pocket | loving on his name | nsfw hcs | pegging him w/ his glasses on | his kinks | on feminisation | darling who bites affectionately | finding darling's porn stash | darling w/ low self-esteem | colouring his beauty marks | his jealousy | would he put dirt under his pillow for the dirt man? | finding out darling is a dark romance author | in a Playboy Bunny costume | lipstick kisses | putting mascara + eyeliner on him and making him cry | using a pick up line on him | his dirty secrets | asking for his hand in marriage | his insecurities | beauty marks as kisses from a past lover | reaction to unserious darling | pet names for darling | biting his collarbones + licking his neck | w/ a jealous darling | favourite flower + food | hickeys + handjob | comfort | napping on top of him | he finds out you miss him | putting a leash on him | reaction to a darling obsessed with a fictional character | reaction to you not liking a character inspired by you | bad ending

♡ Dice (Male Yandere!Casino Owner) | intro. | would he still love you if you were a worm? | would he put dirt under his pillow for the dirt man? | using his money to gamble | darling w/ low self-esteem | connecting his beauty marks | reaction to lucky darling + Playboy Bunny costume | using a pick up line on him | beauty marks as kisses from a past lover | reaction to unserious darling | pet names for darling | biting his collarbones + licking his neck | favourite flower + food | reaction to reader w/ pebbling as a love language | when he becomes possessive | reaction to a darling obsessed with a fictional character

♡ Clover (Female Yandere!Mafia) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Laurent (Male Yandere!Mafia Boss) | intro. | is he more dominant or submissive? | general hcs

♡ [redacted] (???) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Cecilia (???) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Ophelia (Female Dolphin!Hybrid) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Dia (Male Yandere Dolphin!Hybrid) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Cassiel (Male Alpha!Prince) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Shura (Male Omega!CEO) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ c̷͎̩̳͗̉̆͛̇̑̂̐̌͌͝͠ò̸̡̩͈͖̯ͅr̸̺̓̓̇̏̄̈́̾̀r̵̛̗͔̅͐̔̈́̈́̈͊̀͝ư̴̛̳̝͉̪͕̘͋̐̒̂͌̍̃́̇͝ͅp̷̛̠̭̲̊t̴̢͍̲͕̩̞̮̱̙͇͉̤͓͖̐̂͐̅́̈͘̚͝͝e̶͙̦̥͉̮̩̪̲̺͉̝͉̗͖͑͌͌͠͝ḓ̶̻͖͙̝̺͈̲̪͌̍̆͗̅̀ (Yandere!Glitch x GN!Reader) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Vio (Yandere!Actor) | intro. | would they put dirt under their pillow for the dirt man? | using a pick up line on them | darling w/ low self-esteem | reaction to unserious darling | pet names for darling | biting his collarbones + licking his neck | favourite flower + food | he says something hurtful to you | nsfw hcs | aftermath of saying something hurtful to you | reaction to a darling obsessed with a fictional character

♡ Bear (Male Yandere!Chef) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Bea (Female Platonic!Yandere) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Dew (Male Yandere!Elf King) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Iolanthe (Female Yandere!Fae Princess) | intro. (coming soon!)

♡ Lemon (Male Yandere!Youtuber) | intro. (coming soon!)

fanworks masterlist. for creative pieces made by others about my yans and ocs. links containing NSFW content will be bold.

♡ Sun (Male Yandere!Writer) | sweet little thing called love | teen sun | in a Playboy Bunny costume | the '60s trio | the '60s trio sketches

♡ Dice (Male Yandere!Casino Owner) | drunkdice. casino buttonpin | teen dice | the '60s trio | the '60s trio sketches

♡ Vio (Yandere!Actor) | fanart | in a Playboy Bunny costume | w/ bp's jackpot | the '60s trio | the '60s trio sketches

♡ Laurent (Male Yandere!Mafia Boss) | his warm smile

miscellaneous masterlist. for works by me about others' ocs.

♡ Know Me Like the Devil Knows My Sins (Loser!Yandere x GN!Reader) | oneshot.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Crosshair Bodyguard Drabble Pt 6

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Crosshair x female Jedi reader

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“Leave it.”, Crosshair huffed as he moved away and it had finally pushed you past the threshold of your patience.

“No, gone on. Finish what you wanted to say.”, you pressed further, taking a step towards him, so close to lifting that helmet off his head to encounter the man beneath it.

It seemed to have irked him, a scratch on his impenetrable armour.

“Do you not miss me?”, he turned towards you, edging closer.

“You go about your day without an inch of misery on your face.”, he sounded sarcastic but you sensed the anguish in his heart.

“You never asked me to stay.”, he threw his hands in the air as though even your minor interactions had impacted him.

“Crosshair, you made sure to remind me of our duty every chance you got, the rules we were bound by, the orders we had to obey.”, you spoke as you tried to turn away from him when he held onto the edge of your elbow to prevent you.

“If not, I would have broken every rule there is. I would have disobeyed every command and gone rogue, for you.”, he said softly as though he could not contain these words any longer.

“For me?”, you couldn’t quite look at him yet as you asked, the weight of his declaration still setting in.

“What is it you wanted to say before?”, you asked quietly, unable to meet his gaze as your heart began to race.

“That I am irrevocably in love with you.”, he said it without a pause, without hesitance.

“That it pains me to not be by your side.”, he continued as you looked up at him.

The man who had protected you, who swore his allegiance to you, the one whose face you had not seen. You moved towards him and he didn’t turn away, placing both your hands on either sides of his helmet, you waited for his permission.

He gave you a single nod and with that you slowly peeled away his helmet, his face coming it view in sections, his sharp jawline, his soft lips, chiseled cheekbones, his hazel eyes and you stopped, mesmerised, like you had fallen into a pool of honey.

All this time and you had been denied to gaze at this perfection, the tattoo around his eye marking the shape of a scope, his features softened as his eyes drank in the very sight of you, flitting from your eyes to your lips as though he was seeing you for the first time. You peeled away his helmet to see his silver hair cut short on the sides but up close, the slight curls near his forehead, framed his face effortlessly.

“So”, you cleared your throat, unable to look at anything else.

“You were saying.”, you inhaled sharply as his hands settled on your waist.

“I ask you to cure me of this madness.”, he leaned towards you, his hand sliding up to cup the side of your face.

“There is no going back from this, I am yours to keep and yours alone.”, you whispered, placing your hand over his, never wanting him to take it away, the warmth of his skin on yours bringing you to life.

But this time his vow didn’t need words, its didn’t need orders or statements, he pulled you in close and placed his lips on yours, your body giving way like clay into his arms. For a man so stern and brutal, this softness was only accessible for you, he tilted his head, his hand now baring the back of your neck, allowing you deepen the kiss and set the pace.

You held onto his face, his stubble rubbing against your palm, his faint sighs and delighted hums causing this night to turn electric.

“I did miss you.”, you spoke in between his heated kisses.

“I did want you to stay.”, you said and a grumble escaped his throat as he held onto you tighter.

“Watching you leave was agonising, because I had realised then I had fallen in love with you.”, you pulled away to speak when he froze.

“You love me?”, he questioned as his hands slid down to your waist.

“Yes, I do.”, you said and felt the blush creep across your cheeks.

He hoisted you in the air, you had never seen this side of him before. His lips stretching across his face into a wide smile.

“You love me?”, he asked again as he lowered you enough for your legs to wrap around his waist.

“I absolutely do.”, you said as you held the side of his face, using the force to unlatch parts of his armour such that he was freed from it.

“I could get used to this -

You didn’t let him finish, he wasn’t the only one tired of this distance, you were too, you slid your hands into his hair as you kissed him and he inhaled sharply while his hands slid up the back of your thighs.

The Empire, The Republic, the war. It could all wait until tomorrow.

He walked towards the bed with you in his arms, your dreams were set to soon be real.

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And that’s the end of this little bodyguard Drabble, hopefully it was worth it haha

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Bound by Fate pt 6

Summary- When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings- miscommunication trope, sexual tension, Eris being the queen of pettytown

A/n- this is the smutless version of this filler chapter. But boy, do we love a petty Eris. If you'd like to read the smut version of this chapter, click here

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Lucien and Kaylee sat around the fire. She had hardly spoken since they left the House of Wind a week ago. She had been focusing all her energy and effort on tracking the Mortal queen, and she had been so close today. They had almost linked until the sun fell, then Kaylee felt nothing coming from the Queen's end.

She did feel Azriel all day today, though. Love was constantly showering Kaylee's bones. She had been trying to ignore it, but as a shadow curled into her hand, dancing between her fingers, then ran up her arm, she broke. 

Lucien turned to her instantly, pulling her close as she cried. “It's okay,” he rocked her, running a hand up and down her back. “Just breathe, Kaylee.”

She couldn't, though. Panic began to flood her. Lucien rocked her, whispering comfort to her as he reached into her bag. He pulled out a small stuffed bat, one that He could scent Azriel on, and placed it in her arms. “Just breathe,” he repeated. “Breathe.” 

At that soft command, Kaylee felt her mind pause, shifting to focus on Lucien's command instead of her panic. She took a deep breath, eyes locked on his as he silently coached her through her panic. “That's my girl,” Lucien wiped a few spare tears from your face. “Keep going, Kaylee.”

Kaylee clung to Lucien that night, holding him close as she slept as if he was her lifeline. Lucien couldn't bring himself to understand Azriel. No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand. Had Kaylee been his mate, had those tables been flipped, he wouldn't have picked someone else over her. Just like he wouldn't pick someone else over Elain. 

He didn't stay up long enough to further question it, though. They had to get on the road early. Kaylee thought the queen was close, and Lucien needed to focus on this. He needed to prove Elain right.

Kaylee groaned as bright light hit her face and rolled into the warm chest. She felt a pull in her powers causing her to shoot up and hit a sleeping Lucien. “Lu, she's here.” 

The male groaned, arm going around Kaylee's waist. “Who?” His voice was laced heavily with sleep, eyes not even opening. 

“The firebird?” 

Lucien shot up next to Kaylee, eyes locked on the cursed mortal queen. “Can you feel her?”

Her only response was a nod. “Her name is Vassa. She wants to know what we want.”

Lucien looked between the two. “I trust you,” he looked at Kaylee. The simple statement struck, her eyes lighting up as she smiled. “Tell her everything.”

Night fall came quickly. The three of them spent the day talking and moving back towards the wall, with Lucien stopping every so often to grab some form of flora he had Kaylee staying away from. 

When she transformed back, silence fell between the three. There, naked as the day she was born, a mortal queen stood with her red hair moving gently in the breeze. Kaylee went into her bag, grabbing the clothing they had packed just in case Elain's vision had been correct and handed it to her. 

“Thank you,” she nodded to Kaylee, moving to go change into the soft tunic and leggings before rejoining them at the fire. “It is nice to speak to peo-” she shut her eyes and sighed. “It's nice to speak with… friends again.” 

Lucien spoke first, poking the fire slightly. “I can not imagine how lonely you are, my lady.” 

Vassa hummed. “You get used to loneliness. She is the first contact I have had in a long while. Most Humans and fae sleep when I'm human again."

“Do not get used to her being around,” Kaylee's head snapped to Lucien. “Her high lord has demanded her back for the meeting he is having. I will be transporting her to Autumn, and my brother will be taking her to the Night Court from there.”

“Lu-”

“He ordered it, hun. I'm sorry.” Lucien handed Vassa a plate of food. “It will be you and I, if you agree to take my company.” 

Kaylee stood, walking away from the fire and wrapping her arms around herself. She stopped at a lake, watching as a few fish swam by and took a seat. She thought she had more time to process. To get away. She felt a tug at the bond and gently answered, letting him know she was alive but still hurting. A wave of regret and of self hatred came down causing Kaylee to flinch. 

She was angry.

But Gods did she love him. She stroked the bond back, sending him her love and mixed emotions, and prayed he got the message. "Just give me time," she whispered.

Lucien and Vassa left Kaylee the next morning in a cabin. Kaylee shivered in dark, curling into herself as she waited for this brother to arrive.

To her annoyance, he was late. She took the blanket sitting behind her and wrapped it around herself with a sigh. 

“Such a sorrowful noise for one who is supposedly such a happy female,” the tone was mocking and bored. “You three were early.”

“Or you're late,” she shot back, wrapping further into herself. 

“No, little Kaylee,” the cabin came alive, flames starting in the fireplace, lanterns glowing brightly, and music playing. “You three were early.” She felt the male place a hand on the part of the blanket she had turned into a hood and pulled it down. “A tiny more attractive version of your sister, I see.” 

And this male? 

A stunning pale skinned red head. Freckles lining his nose like a constellation of stars. Burning bright eyes sparkling with danger that had Kaylee curling her toes. “You must be hungry,” he said. “I brought food. Come. Eat.”

“Papa told me to never take food from strange men.” 

He leaned down to her, face inches away. “Then it's a good thing I am a male, isn't it?” Kaylee made a face as he sniffed her and smirked. “Eat. Don't eat. Makes no difference to me, little one.” 

Kaylee stood following him after he walked away. “I don't even know your name.”

“Eris,” the male said, pulling her chair out. “Heir and general of the Autumn Court. The more important question is this,” the male pulled out a chair, turning it so he could straddle it and leaned in close to Kaylee. “Who are you?”

“Just Kaylee.” 

He scoffed slightly. “The shadowsinger is offering me a pretty deal to ensure you are returned in one piece,” his hand trailed her chin forcing her to look at him. “Just Kaylee. I can see why too. Such a beautiful thing left to the safety of little Lucien? I wouldn't have allowed you to even leave my bed.” 

Kaylee immediately noted how close they were. “I do not believe I will ever be in your bed, Eris.”

The heir smiled, face still near hers. “We shall see about that. I have until nightfall to change your mind.” He pulled away, fingers lingering in her hair as he did. “Eat, just Kaylee.”

Eris finally had Kaylee relaxed enough that the cabin didn’t carry a heavy scent of fear mixed with slight arousal. Bringing her four of his hounds had caused her guard to go down, and now the female sat pretty in his lap, sleeping soundly. His intention in trying to bed her was far from pure, but this would work. She would return to Azriel bathed in his scent from the close contact, and maybe then the male would realize how Lucien felt. 

His hands had run through her hair countless times, ensuring each strand held his scent. The blankets she was using were his, marking her body in his scent. The dress he was going to change her into hung in his closet. 

Was it as effective as fucking her senseless? No. Would it be enough to piss off the clearly tense shadowsinger? Eris smirked to himself, most definitely.

He kissed her shoulder gently, “Kaylee, we need to get you changed and ready to go to the Night Court.” She cuddled in tighter, squeezing her eyes shut and enjoying his warmth. “You've already overslept, little one, you won't have time to bathe.”

She shook her head, “Do not care.”

Eris stood, lifting Kaylee with him and carrying her to his room. “Well, I need to get ready, at least,” he laid her in his bed, covering her with the blanket, and went to the bathroom.  Kaylee sat up a few moments later and felt Her eyes go wide before looking down. Eris stood near the bathroom doorway shirtless, broad muscles on display as she finished changing into finely tailored trousers. 

“Stupid fae males and their attractiveness,” Kaylee grumbled softly and laid back into the bed. She had turned her back to the doorway, squeezing her eyes shut, and cuddled into the blanket that smelled like warm cinnamon and fire. 

 She felt the bed dip behind her and herself get pulled into a warm body. “Is my shirtlessness bothering you, just Kaylee?”

Kaylee refused to let him tease her anymore and rolled over so they were chest to chest, her face near his. “I am perfectly fine. Thank you for asking.”

He chuckled softly. “You do not lie well,” Eris ran the back of a finger down Kaylee's face, smirking as her eyes fluttered shut. “You are such a beautiful little thing.”

Her arousal flooded his nose. Her eyes went wide as he rolled them, so he was on top of her. "Say the word, and I'll stop."

“Please stop,” Kaylee put a hand on his bare chest. “Azriel will not appreciate this.”

Eris held that hand, kissing it softly. “Azriel doesn't even appreciate you, but if you insist little Kaylee. Walking away from the opportunity to share my bed is your loss.” 

Eris stood again and motioned towards the burgundy dress hanging up. “You need to get ready. We've wasted a lot of time playing this back and forth game, dearest. We are pushing being late."

Kaylee went towards the dress. It was an expensive fabric threaded with hints of gold and gems. It was fit for a queen, not some common female he had offered to bring home. “This is expensive. You didn't purchase this for me, did you?”

Eris shook his head. “It has been sitting unused in the Forest House for a while. I refuse to show up to a party with you looking less than divine. Therefore, I picked that dress. You look close in size to the female it was made for."

Hewn City terrified Kaylee. She could not help but to cling close to Eris despite Cassian having trained her in fairly basic Self defense. “A few more halls, Kaylee,” Eris held no arrogance in his voice. It had almost begun to border on comfort. 

These halls were too close to Hybern's cells. Dark smelling of moisture and earth. 

Kaylee felt a soft familiar purr and felt her shoulders fall slightly. 

Rhys was close, and he had his beast looking for signs of Kaylee. She also felt the bond tug as it began to come alive. 

Eris paused before entering a room. “Well, little one, this will be our last few moments alone.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Eris nodded. 

“It was self serving, but you are welcome.” She watched as a mask went up, an almost sad dead look coming over the heir’s eyes. He pushed the door open, walking in with her on his arm and a smirk.

Kaylee watched as Rhysand's face dropped, anger flaring in his eyes. She heard the growl from Azriel and Cassian. Eris turned to her, murmuring quietly in her ear, “And the game begins. Thank you for providing me with entertainment, just Kaylee."

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