#maybe it'll open up if i take a shower idk

[redphrite]

having a clogged ear sucks bc i know logically i should not touch it or stick anything in there because it will just make it worse but at the same time it feels like i could just get it out myself if i tried hard enough

[fredits]

is there a time frame based on when freddie will be back? we miss him so much. <3

unsure for now </3 life has been hectic and i have not had the energy to figure out discord bot issues or keep up with my silly ol fredits

[taintedpearls]

❀*ੈ˖°.𖥔 ݁ casual (part ii) — daily click

summary: you haven't spoken to ellie in a week, 43 missed calls and 125 texts from her, none of which you've answered, but ellie doesn't give up so easily.

cw: smut, mdni, intimate sex, the knee thing (e!receiving), shower sex, fingering (r!receiving), switch!ellie and reader, multiple orgasms, nipple play/sucking, fluffy, reader lives in an apartment, ellie is very apologetic. wc: 2.9k

a/n: this was meant to be like 1.6k words so idk how we got to 35 words away from 3k but... enjoy! part one is here

(1:02am) ellie

please let me explain

(1:06am) ellie

cmon please i promise it'll be worth your while

(1:07am) ellie

i have your bra among other things. let me know when you'd like me to drop them off. i'm sorry.

(1:09am) you

guess who texted again

(1:09am) olive

no way

r u gonna reply?

(1:10am) you

absolutely not

i made a fool of myself

(1:11am) olive

maybe and JUST MAYBE

reply to her and get ur closure + super sexy bra back

(1:12am) you

what the fuck olive

do you want me to die? genuine question

(1:12am) olive

LISTEN

it might help

plus she seems genuinely apologetic

why is she even apologising?

(1:14am) you

for being a dick and wanting a quick hookup?

(1:14am) olive

because she has feelings and she knows she fucked up?

(1:15am) you

😐 bye

(1:15am) olive

just reply! say sometime tmrw. it can be easy, a quick in nd out

okay?

(1:16am) you

i'll think about it

(2:03am) you

11:30, you get two minutes

(2:03am) ellie

thank you so much

(2:03am) ellie

i'll be there

nine hours later, and ellie was a mess.

you had given her permission to come over and return your bra – hell you had her jumping for fucking joy when she saw that message.

but now she had to actually talk to you, and what the hell was she supposed to say? that she was sorry? that she 'couldn't sort out her feelings?' all of which felt wrong (maybe they only felt wrong because she was staring at herself in the mirror while repeating them for three hours... who knows).

but ellie had found herself with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and a plan.

a plan to win you back.

she was going to apologize, let you scream at her, and hopefully let her explain, all in the two minutes you had gratefully gifted her.

so, when she rang the doorbell to your apartment after hiking the six story stairs, she found herself staring at her old, beaten up converse. stars and hearts you had drawn all along the sides of the soles almost mocked her.

then you opened the door, and ellie couldn't look up.

useless apologies started spilling from her mouth, panicked words that meant nothing. a collection of "i'm sorry” s and a series of "please let me explain" came pouring out, that was until she grew the gall to look up at you and take you in.

her heart stopped when she did, so did her words.

you looked tired. clearly old yet comfortable clothes adorned your body, you had your arms over your stomach but they weren't crossed, you weren't mad, you could never be mad at ellie, no matter how badly you wanted to be especially in this moment.

words rushed through her head but never made it out her mouth, you were... exhausted. and she caused it, she caused all this pain you were going through. 

“oh…” she softly whispered, her stance faltering at the sight of you, not because you looked like how you did but because she was so mad at herself.

you sigh, you had made no effort to adjust your appearance or put makeup on. you told yourself it was because you had no energy to, but in reality, you wanted to show ellie how you were hurting, that she had caused this, that something fun and sweet had gone sour and at your own expense. 

“ellie, i know i look….” you remove your arms from your stomach and signal to yourself shamefully, tears almost springing from your sunken eyes at the regret you feel for not even trying to fix yourself up, “ but can i please just have my bra back?” you’ve changed your position once again so that you’re leaning up against the doorframe of your apartment, gray sleeves up by your knuckles. 

“no! no no no not at all you look… pretty. really pretty.” she breathes out hurriedly, your cheeks heat up before you spot the bouquet, and that's what makes the tears spill. because why was she here? she had never described you as pretty before, only hot or sexy, so why is she here apologising and calling you pretty if she doesnt just want a quick fuck by validating you? 

tears now evidently filled your eyes, ellie’s kind smile had now turned into one of worry and concern when she saw the tears threatening to spill from your tired eyes, moving forward to embrace you, but she hesitated. will it only make things worse for you? feeling her again? 

“can- can i touch you?” she asks gently, nerves shaking at the chance of you pushing her away for good, telling her she can keep the bra and slamming the door shut in her face. 

instead, you silently shake your head yes and grant her permission to embrace you, it was a stupid idea, really, because everything you felt, all the times she had touched you that you had so desperately been trying to shut out came flooding back and it took everything in you not to sob, the subtle stream of tears gliding down your cheeks was worse enough. you avoided her sorrowful eyes, you didn't want her to feel sorry for you, you just wanted her. 

ellie lets go of you, she’s still standing at the doorway, converse planted firmly on your ‘welcome!’ doormat, she delicately reaches to hold your cheeks and force your wandering eyes to look into her own, staring for a second, memorizing your face just in case before looping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you inside, closing the door behind the two of you with her foot, not looking back once. 

you can feel the flowers gently brush against your shoulder as she never put them in her other hand, but the feeling of them is oddly comforting. you're not sure why exactly it’s comforting, but you do however manage to notice they're your favorite. 

ellie guides you over to a kitchen counter, sitting you up on it and standing right in between your open spread legs, placing the array of flowers opposite to the two of you. you bury your head in your hands, wanting to disappear from this moment and never return. 

“hey…” she gently prys your hands away from your head, and you immediately look up to contain tears, trying your hardest nor to hit the cabinets. “i'm sorry for just welcoming myself in, i assumed you didn't want the neighbors to see you…” the auburn haired girl uneasily babbles, and the tears slow down. you sniffle, looking down at the girl who can’t seem to slow her fast paced talking, and you're not sure how to quiet her down other than placing a hand over her mouth. 

instantly, the talking stops as she looks up at you confused, you sniffle once more and she grabs your hand again to remove it from her mouth 

“you were talking a lot,” you whisper “its okay that you came in, ellie.” your voice is silky, addicting. 

“i just-” she sighs, anxiously tapping the space outside your thighs and staring at her own hands “i don’t know how i can express just how sorry i am, i fucked up. Bad. and your hurting because of it” she spills, shes not even sure if it made sense as it left her mouth, but it’s honest. 

“ellie… it was always more than just a casual thing to me,” you admit, voice getting shallower by the second “and i mean, i don’t know, i always just assumed if i kept saying i was fine with it you would realize that i was who you wanted, but now i know it isn’t true.” ellie’s face drops upon hearing your words, alarms blare in her head because of course it was never just casual to her as well, she’s not even sure why she suggested it in the first place or kept reinforcing it when she wanted everything but that. 

“i know,” she starts off with, you look down sadly, this was confirmation she didn't want to see you anymore, that you getting attached had ruined everything and there was no saving whatever you two had. “but,” she continues, you look up at her again, confused. “It was never just casual to me as well, you know? i’m not even sure why i suggested it in the first place.” she lets out a brief chuckle at the last part in hopes of clearing some of the tension around you guys. 

“but you-” 

“i know i always reminded you, i think it was because i was scared? i was so… infatuated with you and i guess i didn’t want to hurt you. i thought it was the only way.” she remorsefully confesses, and you smile, roles reversed as you gracefully grab her face and kiss her. a kiss that says everything. 

it's soft, gentle, show’s no urgency or panic. it’s natural, and ellie can feel you smiling into it, as is she. 

gently, she moves away and starts kissing down your neck, you lock your hands into her auburn and let out a sigh of content. 

“ellie…” you needily whisper. 

“yeah, baby?” she removes her mouth from your neck, grabbing your thighs and looking into your eyes. “this okay?”

“more than okay,” you confirm, “do you wanna shower with me?” your request is simple, but it makes ellie’s heart explode with excitement as she lifts you off the counter and begins to carry you over to the very familiar shower, the short walk is full of quick kisses and giggles bouncing off the walls when you finally arrive and she nearly stumbles over her own feet. 

you're quick to discard your own clothes, the anticipation building to feel ellie’s skin on your own, the girls anticipation matching yours as she hastily removes her own clothing. Flowers and bra forgotten in the kitchen when she pulls your body into the shower with her, capturing you into a needy kiss once more. she reaches behind you to turn the water on, not accounting for the fact it'll take a minute to warm up and allowing the freezing stream to harshly hit your back. you yelp, moving away quickly in shock, hearing ellie’s restrained snort from behind you. turning to face her, you slap her bicep playfully when the water begins to feel warmer 

“ellie!” you playfully scold, “that wasn't funny!” you’re trying to be serious, key word: trying, but you cant help to let your own laugh slip past your mouth as you join her in the fun. 

“‘m sorry!” she giggles, the laughter between you two dying down “i didn't think it would be that cold!” 

“yeah, well, obviously!” you attempt to splash her with the little bit of remaining cold water on your hands, but you're not quick enough. she pins your hands above your head against the wall adjacent to the stream of water, the glass becoming foggy with steam from the nearly boiling water. 

silence falls in between the two of you. no words are spoken as you move forwards wanting a kiss from the girl, but she moves back. deja vu spikes within you from that night at the bar, days before everything went down. 

she closes her eyes, leaning closer and pressing her forehead up against yours. You repeat the action, you weren't sure what she was doing, but you trusted her. 

“let’s take this slow, okay?” she utters softly, just loud enough so you could hear her over the sound of water pouring, you nod instantly. slow was good. slow meant effort.

with your agreement, she locks your lips into a kiss once again. it wasn't hasty or rough, it was soothing and steady, releasing your arms in order for her to move her own to rest on your hips, your own reaching towards her neck. 

the kiss continuous for a couple minutes, only letting go for a couple seconds at a time to catch your breaths before falling back into each other peacefully, but you were getting wetter and wetter, desperate for more than just kitten kisses on your neck, and you could tell ellie was getting wet too with her movements becoming more and more desperate and rough. 

discreetly, you slot your knee in between her legs while she's occupied with your neck. Almost immediately you can feel the grip she has on your hips become tighter, fingernails digging into the flesh as you slowly begin to move your knee, she groans, dropping her head into your shoulder, moving her hips to match the rhythm with your knee. 

“faster, please” she whimpers in your neck, busying herself again by leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck once more. who were you to deny such a pretty girl's request? you speed up the movement of your knee, nudging it up every now and again, removing a hand from her neck to reach down and slowly rub her clit. 

from the way she sucked harder on that spot just below your ear she knew you loved, you assumed the sensation was taken well, your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs, mixing with the water from the muffled noises she was making alone. eventually, the stimulation caught up to her, legs becoming shaky, speeding up your movements and circling her clit, forcefully removing her mouth from your neck so you could bring your head down and suck on her left nipple, and that was her tipping point. 

ellie came undone on your leg with a strangled shout of your name, legs shaking and thighs hurting as you slowed down the circles on her now sensitive nub before eventually stopping, removing the knee slotted between her legs as well as your mouth from her tit. 

“you okay?” you whisper, giving her a couple seconds to come down from her high, the water providing a warm comfort over the two of you. 

“yeah,” she breathes, coming up to give you a kiss on the lips, again, and again, making a wet noise each time, only further fueling your need for her. “more than okay, thank you.”

you smile at her, happy that she was satisfied with your work. you clench your thighs together in hopes to relieve some of the tension that had built up in your core, a move that did not go unnoticed by the dripping girl in front of you. 

“but now i think i need to take care of you, hm? would you like that?” you quickly nod your head yes, anxious to feel her touch on you once more. 

she doesn't wait to get to work on your body, lips going down to suck one of your boobs while her hand moves to roll the sensitive bud in between her fingers, almost instantly eliciting a moan from you.

quietly, she moves her hand that was previously rolling your nipple down your wet body to your core. you open your legs, she keeps her mouth on your boob, but teasing your folds as she ran her fingers through them and pinching your clit ever so slightly, causing you to squel. 

“ellie.. please…” you almost beg, desperate to feel her skilled fingers inside you already.

she presses her palm flat against your clit, ignoring your begs but making you jerk back into the ceramic wall as a small whimper falls from your mouth, ellie smirks knowing just how much of an effect she had on you. she wasn't leaving you ever again. 

lazily, she slips her middle finger into your hole, removing her mouth from your tit. the shower and your own slick providing enough lube that she didn't even have to prod at it. 

“jesus babe… you're so tight” you clench around her finger at these words, and she mindlessly adds a second one. your hands move from her neck to the steaming glass beside you, indenting your handprint through the fog as you lose control over your own body's movements. 

gradually, she begins pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, lewd and shameless moans leaving your mouth at an uncontrollable pace. she moves her thumb to your clit, pushing into it and causing as much pressure as possible, and it's not long before you cum with a yell of her name, babbling nonsense as she guides you through it. head in her neck as is hers in yours. 

“‘m so sorry” ellie continuously repeats as her fingers still work at a relentless pace inside you “i'm so so sorry, ill never do that to you again.” she moves up and bites your earlobe, continuing to pilot you through your orgasm before halting her movements completely and removing herself from your body. 

you lean back against the wall, eyes closed in content as you feel the droplets of water hit your skin, your water bill is gonna be so fucking high this month, all ellie does it look at you. admiring you in this post fucked out state. you reach your hand out, a silent request for her to take it and she does, right after turning off the stream for you. 

“that was… amazing.” you breathe out happily, she beams at the peaceful look on your face as you peel your eyes open, ellie's smile making you crack your own. 

“i'm glad,” she kisses you once more, the two of you smiling into it. 

“we’re okay?” she asks 

“we’re okay.” you confirm, and ellie has never been happier 

“how about we continue this in the bedroom?” ellie suggests, and you grab her instantly to lead her out. 

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[spectersgirl]

what if harvey specter’s wife worked from home and has a last minute work emergency, so harvey had to take their daughter to work? hope that made sense 😭.

I loved this prompt! I changed it eeeever so slightly but it doesn't affect the overall product. I'm working on making these longer which does mean that it'll take me longer between posts but I'm hoping length makes up for it?? Or maybe this is too long. Idk. I've been writing it for daysssss. I think I don't love the end quarter or so, but I wanted to get it out there. Also I decided to name the daughter, I'm not sure how I feel about doing that versus just using Y/D/N so let me know what you all think? I'd use a different name each time I wrote something with a daughter in it so that it doesn't feel like a series or the same character in different universes.

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Work with Dad

Harvey Specter x Reader (except you're barely in it lol)

You rolled over at the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand, fumbling for it and answering sleepily.

"Hello? Oh shit, okay I'm on my way." Immediately, you got up and began rushing around to get ready.

"Who's that?" Harvey mumbled, having woken up to your call.

"Work, there's an emergency and I have to go take care of it. I know you have to work but, I can't take Olivia with me to the restaurant and my parents work today... Do you think you could bring her with you?"

Harvey sighed, knowing you were right. It would be easier for him to bring the four-year-old with him to his office as opposed to the very high-end restaurant you ran. Normally on the days you worked away from the house Olivia was in preschool, but today wasn't a school day for her.

"Yeah, that's fine. I have a pretty easy day today, and it's been a while since she's seen everyone anyway." He said, getting out of bed himself and heading to take a shower.

You quickly yelled to him before you left, thanking him for taking one for the team.

Once Harvey finished his shower, he pulled a suit from the closet and put the dress shirt and pants on, opting to leave his suit jacket off for now, knowing he'd likely have to do some wrangling of a certain toddler. As he had this thought, tiny footsteps sounded down the hall toward the bedroom.

"Hi Daddy" Said the tiny voice of his daughter as she ran toward him, arms in the air.

"Good morning princess! How'd you sleep?" He asked, lifting her with ease and kissing her cheek.

"Good, where's Mama?" She asked, knowing the two of you normally got ready together each morning. She was pretty damn smart for her age, and Harvey knew this fact would get him into trouble someday.

"Mama had to go take care of something at work, but guess what? You get to spend the day with Daddy at the firm!" He told her excitedly, raising his eyebrows.

Olivia was hesitant at first, she didn't know exactly what it was that her dad did every day, but she saw him on his computer a lot, and that didn't seem very exciting to her. She was about to protest this, but then she remembered some of her most favorite people worked with her dad.

"Can we see Mike and Rachel?" She asked.

Harvey laughed, nodding.

"And Donna?"

"And Donna." He confirmed with a smile. "You wanna get dressed so we can go see them?"

Immediately, she began squirming to get down from his grasp. Harvey obliged, following the girl to her room to help her pick out an outfit. She eventually elected for her favorite pink dress with flowers, and Harvey approved, finding her a pair of shoes to match.

A short while later, Harvey and Olivia were headed up to the Pearson Specter offices. She couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to see everyone, and Harvey had to keep reminding her that they had work to do and that they might not be able to be with her as much as she had hoped. Harvey had packed a day's worth of activities in a backpack to keep the little girl occupied in his office, and hopefully out of everyone else's business.

The elevator doors opened, and Olivia nearly pulled Harvey's arm out of the socket trying to get to her favorite people as fast as she could. He scooped her up into his arms, foiling her plans. She adorably crossed her arms in frustration, making Harvey chuckle as he walked toward his office.

"We just have to drop our stuff off in Dad's office first, then we can go see your friends, okay baby?"

She agreed, understanding that the quicker she cooperated, the quicker she got what she wanted.

Harvey put all their stuff down in a small pile on the couch in his office, telling himself he'd deal with it later. He knew Donna wouldn't be in for a little longer as he was earlier today than he normally was, but Mike and Rachel were more than likely already hard at work.

"Alright princess, wanna go see Mike?"

Her eyes went so wide Harvey thought they'd pop out of her head. He laughed and opened his door, pointing down the hall and following as she ran ahead of him. She nearly missed his door she was going so fast, but stopped herself when she noticed him seated at his desk.

"Knock before you go in, Liv" Harvey reminded the girl, grinning when her tiny fist tapped the glass of Mike's office door.

He looked up, not seeing her at first and waving Harvey in and looking back down at his stack of papers.

"You're in early, something wrong?" "MIKE!!!" Olivia yelled, startling the junior partner before realizing what was going on.

"Livi! How's my favorite Specter?" He asked, getting out of his chair to lift her into a bear hug.

She giggled uncontrollably until he set her back down.

"Well, I'd be offended but she happens to be pretty cool, so I'll let you have that." Harvey said, grinning as he watched his daughter run in circles around Mike's office while he chased her. There wasn’t much space in the junior partner's office, so the chase didn’t last very long.

"Where's Rachel?" Olivia wondered out loud. Mike kneeled down to her level.

"Rachel has school in the mornings, so she won't be here for a little bit longer." Mike explained, but this only confused her further.

"But... isn't Rachel a grown-up?" She asked, making Harvey and Mike smile.

"She's in law school, baby. Some grown-ups go to extra school so they can do their special jobs. Daddy went to law school too, and Mama went to business school and cooking school." Harvey explained.

“Did Mike to go extra school?” Olivia asked

Harvey and Mike share a look before looking back at Olivia.

“Mike’s a long story.” Harvey said.

Olivia seemed to be satisfied, or she stopped caring about his answer. Either way, she nodded and continued laughing and playing with Mike while her dad stood off to the side, only a little offended that she hardly even remembered he was still standing there.

He looked down at his watch, noting the time and figuring Donna was probably at her desk by now.

"Liv, do you want to go see if we can find Donna?" Harvey asked, and the little girl screamed like she was at a Taylor Swift show, jumping up and down with pure glee.

"Did she get this excited to see me?" Mike asked. Harvey chuckled, shaking his head.

"Not even close, sorry Mike. C'mon kid, let's go" Harvey said, lifting Olivia high in the air and onto his shoulders, holding tightly as he walked.

"Oh Donna, I have a surprise for you," Harvey said over the sounds of his daughter's laughter.

"Well, I wonder what the surprise could be! Hmmm, is it a pony? Oh a pony wouldn’t fit in the elevator… Maybe you should give me a hint." She said facetiously, acting as if she had no idea Olivia was there.

"It's me!" Olivia yelled, unable to keep the ‘surprise’ of her presence in any longer.

"Oh it’s Olivia! Hi beautiful! That’s a way better surprise than a pony!" Donna exclaimed. "How'd you get so lucky to come to work with your dad?"

"Her mama had a work emergency so daddy got to take her in with him, huh Liv?" Harvey explained, and Donna nodded in understanding.

Olivia nodded, smiling down at both Donna and her dad, still up high on his shoulders. She reached her arms toward Donna, so Harvey lowered her to the floor. Donna quickly scooped her up and placed her on her hip, giving the girl hugs and exaggerated cheek kisses.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, who let you get so big?”

Olivia pointed at Harvey, smiling happily.

“Umm no ma’am, I specifically told you to stop growing, if it were up to me you’d still be my tiny little baby.” Harvey said, poking her side playfully. She giggled, pushing his hands away with her tiny ones.

"Have you had fun so far Livi?" Donna asked, and Olivia smiled and nodded profusely.

"I ran down the hall soooo fast and Mike chased me in his office and then me and Daddy found you!"

"Wow Olivia! That sounds like a really cool morning!" A voice said from behind. Everyone turned to see none other than Jessica strutting down the hall.

Harvey knew Jessica wouldn’t particularly love the idea of his four year old daughter hanging around in his office all day, but he also knew there was nothing else he could do. He was a parent above anything else, so he was going to do what he had to do.

“Livi, do you remember Jessica?” Harvey asked.

Olivia nodded, a bright smile on her face.

“It’s great to see you again cutie” Jessica said with a smile of her own.

“Look I know you’re probably mad but-“

“Harvey relax, I’m not mad. Just as long as she doesn’t get into anything she shouldn’t, she's welcome here." Jessica stated, easing Harvey's mind. He nodded in understanding and watched as she walked back to her office.

"Alright Liv, I've got some work to do in my office and I brought you some fun stuff to do while I work. Maybe later we can come back out and see Donna if she's not too busy, alright?"

Olivia huffed in disappointment, but she knew better than to fight with her dad. He placed his hands out to grab her from Donna, who regrettably handed her over. She had known the little girl since before she was even born, and she loved her like she was her own blood.

Harvey was actually able to get some work done, and Olivia enjoyed her time coloring in her coloring books and playing with the toys her dad had packed for her. Soon enough, she was hungry for lunch and Harvey took her into the kitchen to retrieve the lunchable he had brought her. Eventually, she grew tired and ready for her nap. When Harvey looked over at his couch after a suspiciously long period of silence, he saw her fast asleep. He smiled, standing and taking his suit jacket off, draping it over her small frame. She napped this way for about an hour, and when she woke up, she was overjoyed to learn that Rachel had finally come to the office.

"Rachel!!!" Olivia yelled in the doorway of Rachel's office, and she was quick to run in for a hug.

"Livi! Hi cutie! I heard you were here today, I couldn't wait to get done with school so I could see you!" Rachel said as she scooped the little girl up for a big hug. Olivia wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck happily.

"Do you have fun at big girl school?" Olivia asked.

"Law school is very different from normal school, so it's a lot harder, but it's what I love doing so that makes it fun!" Rachel explained.

"Do you get to color there?"

"No, theres no coloring. There's lots of reading and talking to other students and learning though!"

"I think I like my school better, we get to color and play and sing!"

This made Rachel laugh, and nod her head.

"Keep it that way as long as you can girly." Rachel said.

"Liv, it's almost time to go home. You wanna come say goodbye to everyone?" Harvey interrupted from the doorway.

Olivia nodded sadly, crossing the room to take her father's outstretched hand.

"Bye Rachel, have fun in big girl school."

"I will, bye Livi"

Harvey led her back through the office, stopping at everyone's offices so she could say her goodbyes, stopping at Donna's desk last. She gave the red-haired woman the biggest hug she could, Donna was her most favorite person after all.

When Olivia got home, she was thrilled to find her mom was there waiting for her and Harvey with dinner in the oven. She couldn't resist telling her mother about every last detail of her thrilling day at her dad's job.

"Well that's exciting! It sounds like you were a good little employee for daddy" You mused, looking up at Harvey with a grin.

"She's the best damn paralegal I've ever had. Might just have to hire her" Harvey joked.

"Does that mean I have to go to big girl school? That sounds really not fun."

You and Harvey laughed.

"Baby, if you don't want to go to big girl school we can talk about that when you're older." You reassured.

"You think with that attitude she has she won't want to be a lawyer like her old man?" Harvey said, smirking.

"Oh, she'll want to be in debate before she hits high school."

[luveline]

aaahhh okay wait imagine Emily is away on a case longer than usual and comes home without telling r to surprise her and sees that reader has been like idk wearing her shirt or sleeping with her pillow or idk just like something to feel close to her

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

Emily knows you're in her bed before she's so much as opened her front door. She lives in a nice building across from Washington, DC, in an apartment that glows with the lights of the city. It takes time to get home after a case, but the view isn't one you'd find anywhere else. 

She'd fly a hundred hour flight if it meant getting to ch ome home to you. It sounds silly and corny, like a fairytale she didn't believe in, but there's something about you that inspires cliches. Like, your beat up converse arranged neatly so as not to disrupt her tower of high heels and boots. Your coat on the rack with the arms and hood smoothed down, and the way you arrange Sergei's food and water bowls intricately every time you visit because you're aware of Emily's penchant for orderliness. 

She knows you're here because of all of these things, but really, she has a freaky sixth sense when it comes to you, and seeing you curled up on her side of the bed cements it perfectly. 

She locks her gun away in its safe and puts her shoes and jacket away. Quiet, she slinks to where you're sleeping with the sheets up to your nose and bends down to check you over. She knows nothing has happened since she saw you last, but it doesn't matter. She needs to look at you properly. 

You're on your side, face angled down, arm a lump under the sheets. Emily smiles and, despite the singing urge to wipe away the day's faded makeup and brush out curls crunchy with hairspray, lingers, holding her hand up to your face, stroking a short line.

You won't wake from it. Maybe you're a heavy sleeper or maybe you know it's her, but she never wakes you up when she comes home. 

Sergei snores little nosed snores from his fluffy bed. Emily laughs as you do the same, though she frets (and she'd deny it if anyone asked, but frets all the same) that you can't breathe with the blankets smushed to your nose as they are. 

Gently, she pulls down the sheets. 

Her lips fall from their fond smile. Tucked in your arms like a life jacket is a soft white camisole, the last shirt Emily slept in before she left. 

She isn't excessively loud about loving you —she isn't quiet about wanting you, but that isn't the same— and you aren't overly forthcoming. 

Which isn't to say she doesn't feel loved, Emily knows she's loved in the same way you must know it, with the burning, aching sort of desire that has you pinching her hips when she walks by, or begging her to share a shower with you even if it'll make her late for work. But Emily hadn't realised how much you loved her in this sense. The difference between missing her company and missing the intrinsic smell of her skin is unsaid and yet yawning; you love her enough to curl around a dirty t-shirt. This is the kind of love that grows old together. 

Emily's particular about things, but not tonight. Fuck it, she hopes she gets mascara on the silk pillow case as she climbs into bed behind you. Let it be a monument to how she feels, any hint of fatigue replaced with silky soft wanting. 

"'Mily?" you murmur, covering her arm where it curves over your waist. 

"No," she whispers, "axe murderer. Sorry, babe, welcome to your nightmare." 

"I had a good run." You push her back a touch as you roll onto your back, squinting at her through thick-knitted lashes. 

"You can sleep. I'll still be here in the morning, I promise." 

"Y'here now. Missed you, Emily," you murmur, turning more, vying to hold her waist as she holds yours. You sound a little upset, but that could be the sudden wake up call. 

"I'm sorry," she says, smiling at you in hopes of getting one back. "But I'm home early. That's a good thing, right?" 

"Can I put my face in your neck?" you ask. 

Emily tries to say yes. All she can summon is a mute nod and a tight smile —she's happy, yeah, but she feels strangely like crying. It's a scary thing, finding out how loved you are. Suddenly she has to worry about it being taken away. 

You wrap your arms around her, your skin hot with a furnace like heat. Mumbling, your face fits into the curve of her neck, your lips skipping against it as you say, "Love you… you okay?" 

Her smile shocks back to life. She presses it to your forehead without hesitation. "I'm fine now. Love you. You can go back to sleep." 

"I really really missed you." 

Emily feels each word fan against her neck. It's a sensation she's sure she'll remember for years to come. "I missed you, too." 

[transmascaraa]

hi! i've returned with an idea! a gaming x reader that takes place before they start dating, where both are too shy to confess that man chai (i believe that's the name of gaming's companion?) ends up expressing gaming's love to the reader for him somehow.

for example: reader could just be enjoying their day, with gaming gazing smitten at them, when all of a sudden man chai leaps at reader + showering them with the unspoken love that gaming has yet to show them

tbh my take on him being shy abt confessing might be ooc but i still believe it's possible! hence the 'somehow'

— 🧷anon (p.s. ty again for doing my reqs!)

gaming headcannons!

man chai does the confession for him...

crush!gaming x gn!reader ft. man chai

author's note: finally decided to do this one so i know it won't be the longest ofc but i think it'll be really cute maybe???? idk🤷‍♂️ i js wanna finish these leftover 4 reqs to then open my reqs again and close them at around 15 reqs so yeah! i hope you like this<3

"man chai, stop!"

-walking around liyue shouldn't have been scary for gaming, and it never was.

-but this time, man chai was a LITTLE mischievous.

-man chai knew of how gaming liked you based by his reactions when you were there.

-so, when the little lion saw you on the street, he immediately ran off to you.

-nuzzling his fuzzy face into your cheeks, making you jump and blush on command.

-"aww... man chai... it's just you... hey little guy! where's gaming?" you asked, taking him in your hands to kiss his nose.

-soon after, you saw gaming running towards you and him, panting.

-"h-hey, [name]... sorry for him..." he apologized, breathing heavily, but also blushing slightly

-"no, it's okay, don't worry! he's cute." you replied.

-you literally made him feel so relieved with that.

-man chai was then starting to kiss your hands and cheeks, your nose, and he kept looking at you and gaming like you two were a couple or something.

-like his parents perhaps.

-"man chai, stop! don't get on [name]'s nerves!" he laughed, smiling and trying to take man chai from you.

-"no, no, let him!" you laughed back, holding the little lion close to you.

-then, man chai jumped out of your tight embrace and took out a paper from gaming's pocket, giving it to you.

-"n-no, man chai, wait!" gaming tried to take it from him but it just landed in your hands.

-you read it.

-"hello [name], if you got this note, know that i finally got the courage to tell you. i love you." signed by gaming.

-you blushed as you read it and looked at gaming in return, his face just as red as yours.

-"i-is this real?..." you asked, flustered by everything that just happened.

-"w-well... y-yeah... i-if you want to..." he said, looking down at man chai who was happily nodding and playing around your guys' shoes.

-"i-it's worth a try, right?" you answered, giving him a genuine hopeful smile and putting a hand on his cheek softly.

-he practically melted into your gentle hand while man chai started jumping out of happiness.

-gaming is gonna scold him, but he's most definitely grateful.

~~~~~

i really like the prompt and everything ahhhh

cute gaming af

tysm for reading my work anon and everyone else!<3

@mariaace

[the-s1lly-corner]

jealous/clingy spot/johnathon headcannons?

Jealous and Clingy hcs for Jonathan/Spot!

Knocking this out before I take a nap (eepy <\3)! Usually I would split this into 2 sections buuuuut since I think there wasnt much change in this department I'm not gonna bother!!

So!! Yeah!!

Fair warning that this will probably be OOC and/or have mistakes since I'm eepy but I'm too stubborn to leave this for later ☝️😔

This ones gonna be on the shorter side, maybe

Idk I write these opening/author notes before + as I'm writing

Starting off Jonathan is.

Whoooboy!

Like he tries not to be toxic about it, he doesn't want to hurt you or drive you away, and that sentiment is still there even after he becomes spot

He doesn't have many friends and he'll never forgive himself if he makes you leave

What he needs is loads of reassurance that you only have eyes for him, and communication is key! Let him know when you're going to be late or going to hang out with someone for a bit; if he sees you with someone else, or another *guy* it'll eat him up all day

Though sometimes he can still jump to conclusions so arguments are inevitable every now and then but again, communication and patience is key; he'll never go as far as to accuse you of cheating though (unless he truly has reason to suspect)

He doesn't think hes the prettiest, or nicest, or smartest, or-

I mean of all people, you chose him?

He feels lucky to have you, but he believes you can do so much better than him and that thought is constantly plaguing his mind

Not very self assured tbh

After the collider incident his self image issues get way way WAY worse; from the fact he can hardly consider himself human, to his new powers, to the fact everyone from his old life dropped him

Except, for you

You stayed

Through it all the fact you stuck around does give him comfort, more so than if you were to meet him after the collider incident

Like

Its one thing to meet him as spot

But I feel its another to see and know how he was before, as just Jonathan, and to still stick around after his life was flipped upside down

His jealousy still spikes up every now and then

As a side thing I feel like as Jonathan he liked having you in his sight and, if possible, he liked holding your hand. Think of it as a "you're still here, you're here for me, you're not going anywhere and you love me," sort of thing

As spot that turns into him wanting to be even closer to you anytime he has the chance

The whole "oh I'm not the most (x)" thing REALLY amps up when he becomes spot, especially in the beauty department

Remind him that you dont mind the holes, shower him in affection

Overall it's going to be a while until hes confident in himself, both as Jonathan and as Spot

So please be patient with him, but remember to set clear boundaries for the relationship! I feel like with a lot of hc lists for insecurity and jealousy stuff, boundaries are hardly touched up on!! No hate to those writing like that and not including it but I feel like its important to stress that the other partner has the right to enforce their own things

Though that might be because when I was younger, jealous hcs were more... yandere-esque or getting REAL close to it, and it kinda. Made me think that was normal and desirable and okay in relationships so

Idk maybe that's just that part of me wanting to prevent that from happening to someone else

With that aside, ultimately Jonathan/Spot will try his best to not get too intense or pushy or controlling; again, he loves you, and he doesn't want to love you

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Sweet tears of ecstasy? That intrigues me

okay so Sweet tears of ecstasy is one that i've been working on for awhile...it'll probably (dunno for sure😅) never come out if i'm being honest because it's a whole ass series with complexity and toxicity, an actual plot between the smut.

the thing is idk if i actually have the commitment and drive to finish something like this, so if i did end up posting it, it would probably be after i finished writing all of it-which idk if it'll ever happen😭

it is hongjoong x fem!reader x mingi, a college au.

the reader is a smartass in one of mingi's classes who he's obsessed with-why? because he likes smart girls who say things he doesn't understand while he looks at them with stars in his eyes, nodding along even though he has zero idea what they're saying (basically he's a himbo)

the reader is a very private and closed off person, has a few close friends but even with them she mostly keeps to herself. one of said people she is close with is hongjoong-who is pretty popular. him and the reader are like fwb but keep it on the down-low because it's not really anyone else's business.

anyways, the plot pretty much is, mingi ends up walking in on them in the bathroom at a party one night...doing unspeakable things and immediately leaves, embarrassed but even afterwards he can't stop thinking about it

that's all i'm gonna say for the plot, just in case i ever do end up releasing it but yeah. i've got a few parts of it written, i'll release one small snippet of one of them here

Sweet tears of ecstasy

“Shit,” You groan, chest heaving, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

Fingers twirl through threads of his hair as he pants as well, trying to calm his racing heart while almost (maybe) unaware of the affect that it had on your shivering body from his hot breath fanning across you. 

He could barely help the churn in his stomach at the way you looked down at him, hungry as your eyes roved over his skin; ravenous, like you weren’t above pouncing on him the second after you came despite the slight tremble still apparent in your legs.

“Stop looking at me like that!” He moaned, trying to hide his head in your thigh as he squirmed, your hand in his hair holding him back.

How could you not? It would be a crime to not appreciate how puffed and red his lips were, his hair messy and chin covered in a mess that his tongue seemed determined to clean, poking out every so often. “Like what babyboy?” 

He sighs and rolls his eyes as you smile, cupping his cheek in time for him to brush his head against your inner thighs, blowing at you just to hear you hiss. 

You groan, “Don’t be a dick!” Using the position in favour for shoving him back, away from you before frowning at the cold left behind and pulling him back in.

He almost laughs but instead kisses your skin softly, lovingly.

“You’ve gotten too good at that y’know?”

“I dunno,” he looks up before crawling up into your open arms, allowing him to cuddle up against you as you light a cigarette, placing it between your lips with a puff. “Is there such a thing as being too good at eating pussy?”

The smell of nicotine fills his head, making him feel cloudy and safe. 

He’s never liked it when you smoke, told you many times to stop, tried many times to make you. 

Hiding them, throwing them in the trash, sending you websites and YouTube videos, threatening you. Nothing’s worked and he still doesn’t like it but he can’t help the way that the smell alone is almost enough to make him hard again.

A cigarette before you give him the best orgasm he’s had in his life, relighting the same one right after, right before round two and then another one before you hop into the shower afterwards.

Pavlov’s dogs or some shit, right? 

“You wanna stay the night?” The words echo hollowly, seeming to bounce off the four walls of his room. 

He feels foolish. For even asking. For even hoping. Especially when you don’t answer, simply taking another puff, offering it to him in which he declines with a quiet reminder of how you should quit.

His body feels cold when you pull away. The bed seems so much bigger when you’re not in it.

“Not tonight lover,” You grab your underwear off the floor, jeans too followed by the shirt you came in. “Got some stuff I need to do,”

He wishes that you’d grab his hoodie right next to it instead, slip it on and wear it tomorrow when he’d see you in class. “Mhm.” It’s a bullshit excuse. You know it. He knows it. 

But it’s an unspoken promise at this point. He asks you to stay. You say you have something. You leave. He stays. Cold and left with the scent of cigarettes and sex.

“You coming to the party tomorrow night?” You put out the deathstick on the ashtray that’s taken space on his nightstand, brought a couple of weeks ago by you after being annoyed with the fact that he had nothing else that you could’ve used.

“Wooyoung’s?”

“Yeah, the one at his and San’s place?”

He thinks over the things he had planned for tomorrow, ready to skip out anything originally planned to go to this stupid party with you. Graciously happy to find that he has nothing. “Yeah, why?”

You turn back to him, smile plastered across you face, looking so much more innocent than you really are. 

“Just wanted to make sure that I’d see you there, probably wouldn’t go if you weren’t. You’re the only one that makes that kinda stuff bearable for me.” He swears his heart soars with the words, with the way you lean down, placing a kiss on his neck, lingering on his jaw, then his cheek and the corner of his mouth before planting one on his lips, nipping at them playfully, pulling away just as quick before he can wrap his arms around your neck and pull you in, effectively starting round 3 of the night.

“Y-yeah,” 

He’s slightly breathless but you don’t seem to notice, fishing your phone out of your pocket to check the time. “Oh shit, I gotta go!” 

You scramble to grab the rest of your things, your bag, the pack of cigarettes and lighter you left on his nightstand beside the ashtray and one last stolen kiss.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay? 8 and don’t be late, I will leave you behind if it’s over ten minutes.”

He pouts petulantly, “I don’t take that long!”

You roll your eyes playfully as you unlock the door, peeking your head in one more time before you shut it. “Take a shower okay? You smell like sex and I’ll call you later, text me if you need anything, anything at all.” He nods and you pin him with a look that seems to say ‘don’t fuck around with me.’

“Okay!”

“Good." You smile softly and for a second he can pretend that he's really yours and that you'll come back later tonight when he's sleeping, cuddling up to him in the dark and that you'll wake up in the morning-together.

But then your next words come, like a slap to the face. What you say every night that you leave him. "See you later Hongjoong.”

And with that, you’re gone. And he’s left alone in the dark once more. 

--

so yeah, a snippet from the first part, after this it switches to mingi's point of view, already at the party mentioned the next night. which is where he ends up walking in on them.

[notsofunsenpai]

♡CHRISTMAS MORNING♡

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE :D

I've been working on this since, like 11am :,)

If you see any grammatical errors or sentences

No, you didn't -

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You woke up to a chilly morning or well to a chilly room. You opened your eyes to see there was little light coming through the light blue curtains from the upcoming sun. You groan to yourself, noticing your partner was dead asleep. You scoot closer to him,giving his soft lips a gentle kiss before attacking his face with kisses. His eyebrows furrowed as he slowly started to wake up hearing your gentle voice,"Merry Christmas. " he heard as he slowly opened one eye and then closed it.

You pout at him when he tried to go back to sleep. You then placed your lips on his tan neck and started kissing that,maybe leaving a bit or two. His breath hitched a little as he opened both eyes now, attention fully on you.

"Merry Christmas." You said again with a lazy smile placed on your face. He gives you a few kisses back,"Good morning. " he replies in a deep, sleepy voice. He gently rolls on top of you,arms around you as he attacks your neck with love bites and kisses.

"Get off,you're heavy." You whine to him.

"Nu uh honey,you woke me up." He said, kissing you again,making sure you couldn't get up.

"Can you make breakfast later on?" He asked,kissing you some more. He kissed your jaw, and when you tried to push his face away with your hand, he took hold of your wrist,giving it a kiss up to your hand.

You nodded to his request,feeling butterflies in your stomach and feeling your face heat up with all this kissing so early in the morning.

He then goes back to your lips,sliding his tongue into your mouth while his hand goes through your hair,grabbing some of it as he deepens the kiss. A small moan like noise escapes your lips as you feel your lover's smile against them. Kenji shiver slighlty when he felt your cold hand touching his bare chest, then moving down to his hips.

"Cold baby." He said almost like a whisper as your hands went lower down into his sweats,the thumb of your hand brushed over his hairy dick (idk) before wrapping your hand around him. Your hand quickly warms up,making Kenji moan softly as you take him in your hand. It was almost too much for him but not quite.

Your lips were back on his as you playfully bit his lips as he desperately moved his hips upward, pushing himself through the tunnel of your impatient fingers,"Baby.." He breathes out. He rest his head against your shoulder, brething heavily, as his hands held onto your hips,"fuck.. almost close." He manages to say,feeling his muscles tense you keep jerking him off. He felt like he was going crazy,it didn't take long when he lost his patience,moaning loudly as he thrusts fasters into your hands. It doesnt take Kenji long,he lets out a loud groan as your hand is all sticky while he lays on you breathing heavily and mindless. It took him a minute to come back to reality, he curses and kisses you again.

"Merry Christmas. " he finally said,feeling greatful for your love,your touch,and your kisses. He slowly gets up,going to the bathroom to clean himself up with a shower as you got up as well to go in the bathroom as well to wash your hands. Kenji had started the water,to let it run so it'll be the right temperature for him,"Gonna join me babe?" He weakly asked.

You shook your head no," You won't be able to take your hands off of me,and i took one last night." You said,grabbing your orange-redish toothbrush from the minon cup that was on the sink. Kenji pouts at you before pulling down his pants and going into the steamy shower,closing the shower door behind him. You turned on the faucet,wetting your toothbrush as you put toothpaste on it and starting to brush your teeth,making sure to turn the water off when you were done using it. Once finished with cleaning your teeth, you spat in the sink and turn the water back on,rinsing your brush and cleaning the sink from toothpaste. Before leaving the bathroom, you tooka glance at Kenji,admiring his muscular body and his beautiful tan along with how handsome he looked when his hair was wet all the way back .

"Love.. i can feel your eyes burning in the back of my head." You heard him chuckle.

"Can't help it,look so beautiful. " you replied.

"Take a pic,it'll last longer."

You lightly laugh at him,"Next time, it'll will." You answered before leaving the bathroom then to the kitchen. You turn the lights on,nearly blinding you in the progress but your eyes quickly adjusted as you walked to the Insignia bottom freezer fridge,opening to find the fridge to find the ingredients you need since you knew your lover might be in the shower for abit. You decided to make a breakfast cassorle made out of sausage. You preheated the oven to about 350 and while that heats up you got a baking dish and coat it with butter,and got a bowl cracking about four large eggs,2 ½ cups of whole milk, ½ cups of heavy cream and ½ cups of cheese welll you put some extra cheese in there because you like cheese and wanted to make it really cheesy. You then whisk the ingredients together and when well whisked you put it to the side and got a non stick skillet out and put some oil on it then turn the stove on to let that heat up,once it was nice and hot you added about one or two pound of sausage crumbles,then adding some small peppers you had cut up from the other day to the skillet,cooking them until it looked done enough. You add some french bread slices to it before pouring the batter you made from earlier on i, then add chees, then repeat the processuntill you run out of batter. You then with heating gloves put the pan into the over and let it bake for awhile as you were doing that Kenji had just came into the kitchen,drying off his hair with the towel he was using and was now wearing some new sweats and a black Christmas sweater you had bought him the other day. You walked up to him kissing him as he kissed back,"Have a seat breakfast won't be done for another forty-fiv, but would you like something to drink or maybe a snack?" You asked him.

He takes a seat as herestst the towel on the back of the chair,"I'll take some orange juic, please." He said,taking his phone out to play on. You nodd and going into the fridge to get the jucie and pour it into a cup,putting the jucie back in the fridge and handing the cup to him. You took a seat next to him as the two of you chatted about this and that for abit,after awhile you went up to check the cassorle. You put a tooth pick in it,seeing nothing on it you threw the toothpick away and got the gloves, taking the breakfast cassorle out to cool on the counter and turing off the oven and stove. While it was cooling you cleaned up your mess,knowing you'll regret it later if you don't do it now. You then got a clean knife and cutting a piece of the cassorle and putting the cheesy gooeyness onto the plate,serving it to Kenji who happily thank you as you gived him a fork. You got yourself a slice and sat next to him as the two of you both ate and talked until you finished the food.

"I'll help you with the cleaning." He said being generous for one as he takes the dishes,and starts doing them while you grabbed some tinfoil and wrapping the leftover cassorle and putting it in the compact fridge for later for a snack or something. Once everything was cleaned, Kenji told you he was going to call his ma to wish her and the fam a merry Christmas,if he didn't, he wouldn't hear the end of it from her.

When he finished calling her, the two of you exchange gifts. You got him new stuff for his office, like a new chair that he had to put together and a new light up keyboard. Kenji had gotten you some perfume/colonel along with a 50 dollar gift card,"i got another gift for you, love. Close your eyes. " he said.

You obediently closed your eyes as he got up and made a lot of noise of trying to find what he needed to find. You felt him sat back down next to you,"Okay, you can open."

You open your eyes to see he was holding a red box with a green ribbon on it,"Open it." He said nervously.

"No need to be nervous, love. I'll love it no matter what." You reassure him with a kiss, then open the box to gasp at a red ring thats shapped like a heart with red little studs on them,"i love it so much!" You excitedly said,hugging and kissing him.

"Heh,it aint nothing special. Couldn't afford a wedding ring, but the least i can do is give you a promise ring to let you know how much i love you and how you mean to me." He said, kissing,holding you tightly.

"You don't need a ring to show me that stuff,your attention and affection is all i need from you."

"Sooo does that mean i gotta take the ring back?" He asked with a smile.

"I never said that now." You jokingly said before giving him a lovingly tender kiss.

"Merry Christmas,Kenji."

"Merry Christmas, my future wife/husband. love you." He said, taking hold of your hand,kissing it once more with a smile on his face.

[ticklystuff]

hey there :3 i humbly request a, c, d, h, and u for argenti pls and thank u 🙏

-🌻

ask game closed, thx!

AHHHH hello again! i hope you enjoy these, argenti is so pretty *sobs*

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

omg he showers his lee with kisses while holding them tightly and tells them how great they did and hands out compliments like "you have the most beautiful laugh" like it's candy, but he really does mean it

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

oh as a lee, im getting klutz vibes from him LOL he tries to run and just trips and falls on his own ankles but like gracefully

but also as ler, maybe he's still a klutz, but he doesn't give up so he will eventually catch his lee because they will tire out and argenti does not it's inevitable

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

HIS THIGHS i feel like he would have such a pretty laugh that is just perfect to the ears, but then you squeeze his thighs and he just lets out this shrill scream

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

i feel like as a ler, he pays a lot of attention to how his lee is doing while tickling them and is in tune with their overall state without the lee having to say anything, so if he feels like they're being tickled too much, then he'll dial it back, but then if it's not enough, then he'll start wrecking them, but there's always this perfect balance that he keeps when tickling someone, so yes he can be a really mean ler when he wants to be, but it'll never be bad enough to the point where it's uncomfortable

also as a ler, he will absolutely remove his lee's hands from their face if they even attempt to cover their smile

as a lee, i feel like he'd be open to revealing his spots, but not verbally. if he feels like his ler is trying really hard to tickle him and they're not doing so well, he'll just take one of their hands and guide it to a particularly bad spot. i don't think he would mind lol

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

yes he does! this man gets manicures regularly and probably has the prettiest hands. but yeah! his hands are just super sensitive in general, from the palms to the space between his fingers

also i saw fanart of him one time and he had a beauty mark on the side of his face and i think he would let out soft giggles if someone were to kiss him there

also idk i get the vibe that the tops of his feet are sensitive too!

[amloveabledeathmo]

Another Johnlock Story Idea

That I most likely will not write. (Please tag me if you end up writing something similar).

We start out with a suspension of disbelief and just ignoring the science/magic. Sherlock is doing an experiment and it explodes. Besides John fussing at him to go take a shower immediately nothing seems too bad, maybe a few small cuts, perhaps some coughing from breathing in vapors/dust.

Next morning Sherlock slams his door open and energetically yells for John (If we set this past Mary Sherlock tells John "Sherlock really is a girls name.") John looks up from his breakfast to be startled that Sherlock is now a girl. He is worried but Sherlock starts excitedly speaking about all the new experiments he can do and insists they start immediately. John is quick to suggest that Sherlock start with eating, insists he's heard that women have better taste buds and now Sherlock can test that by eating everything and making notes on flavour and texture and idk what else and then he can compare when he switches back.

At some point Sherlock decides that he wants to mess with Mycroft so he calls Molly (and after some explanation) convinces her to do a girls day with him. They buy clothes, makeup, jewelry, do stuff like get their nails done and then go back to Molly's and she helps him with makeup and picking and styling an outfit. Sherlock is able to express how much he enjoys their friendship and how valuable a friend she is to him.

John comes to pick him up so they can go to whatever event Mycroft is attending and profusely compliments Sherlock when he sees him. Sherlock makes a bit of an unhappy face and says something about how John only thinks he looks nice when he looks the least like himself. John is quick to reassure that he always thinks Sherlock looks stunning, even when he's annoyed with him. He then promptly clicks his mouth shut and starts panicking about what he said but Sherlock is just pleased and excited to screw with his brother.

John drops Sherlock off and goes to find parking or if we go with fancy and valet parking then John waits outside for Sherlock to let him know when to come in since they have decided that if they walked in together Mycroft would know immediately.

Sherlock is exuberant when it takes Mycroft multiple looks and over 5 minutes to realize it's him. Mycroft makes them all leave so he can take Sherlock to a dr. On the drive he asks many questions about how and what other side effects and if it'll wear off. Sherlock admits he doesn't know but right now who cares, he gets to do so many experiments that he'd only dreamed of before.

Dr gives an idk what happened but Sherlock is healthy as far as they can tell. Mycroft reluctantly agrees to let Sherlock go about do whatever as long as he promises to call and go immediately to hospital if something seems off.

Sherlock makes John take him to a bar to celebrate confusing Mycroft. He than insists that John let him practice flirting as a girl on him. John stupidly agrees and finds that it takes Sherlock very little time to learn to flirt exceptionally as a girl, though he has no idea if Sherlock was good at it as a guy. John has a Bi or Gay or Pan crisis when in the middle of flirting Sherlock says something that would not be considered flirting to most people, like maybe a science joke or a "flattering" deduction etc. and John just thinks Man I love him so much.

Cue crisis for John that is exacerbated by Sherlock using him as a fake boyfriend, husband, one night stand, lover whatever in public to test how people respond to a woman when she is alone or with someone and if the relationship to the person she is with changes that as well.

Sherlock is literally clueless to how John's feeling, too caught up in the euphoria of new discoveries and possibilities. But he also knows how much he likes it when John blushes and when people think they are a couple.

The end is something I have multiple ideas for.

Sherlock wakes up and is a male again, John confesses after he realizes he still feels the same no matter Sherlock's gender or Sherlock confesses maybe he laments about how John could have loved him if he was a girl and John says no he loves him anyway.

Sherlock wakes up male, gets upset as he's realized he's trans and felt better as a woman. John comforts her, they set up appointments, do whatever gender treatments Sherlock wants to get. John confesses that he loves Sherlock when Sherlock gets worried about telling everyone.

Sherlock freaks out because he wants his body back and John promises to help him however he can, they talk to Mycroft and get sent to a lab to help try to undo it. Lots of stress and body issues. Sherlock confesses to John after things are resolved and John reciprocates.

Sherlock is happy as a female and John and Sherlock end up together.

Also alternate idea of both end up as female and many shenanigans there.

[fantasticcloudcreation]

Update from the cracker barrel parking lot, I made it just past halfway and stopped here to sleep but it's too hot in here even with the fan on so I can't actually sleep, plus the RV next to me has their generator going which is very noisy.... 8 hours left for tomorrow, I'll probably start driving early and just get toasted by the sun the entire morning...

Drank a lot of water and a body armor electrolyte drink (I haven't checked the cal/sugar content on those but tbh I don't think I want to know), ate a granola bar and some potato chips...

I'm mad bc apparently I was supposed to be at work today and nobody fucking told me the dates changed lmfao like they're not mad at me but I'm mad at them like I'm driving all the way down here for a week of work when it could've been 9 days instead of 7 days lmfao like it's just silly, these people need to get their shit together 😂 it's ok I was in a weird mood anyway the past couple days and now I feel refreshed and ready to start, probably would've had a meltdown today if I tried to go into work so its probably for the best. But I still would've liked to know that the dates were changed ? Like who's in charge here lol.

I'm tired and grumpy and I wish I could open my doors and get some more airflow in here, I should've booked a state park site but I didn't know how far I'd get today, it's fine just relax and breathe and think about ice cubes :) once I get to the hotel in Miami I can take an icy shower and eat a good meal and relax :) still thinking about my first trip in the van, going out to California through Oklahoma/Texas with 100+ temps and 30+mph winds, those were some shitty days of driving haha and then on the way back, it was like 115+ in Arizona and that one night it was still 98 at midnight?? And then the starter died the next day?? Yeah this ain't so bad lol I made it through all that on my very first trip. Oh and a tornado warning on the very first night lmfao wow I actually went through a lot on that journey. Maybe I need to go out west again, shake things up again. Maybe in February I'll reach out to those guys out there and see if I can work with them again. (Maybe I should upgrade my van situation before I do that so the weather isn't such a stressor on my journeys haha.) Idk it's midnight whatever I'm halfway there it's already cooling down a lil bit I'm gonna sleep til the sun comes up and then drive all day and it'll be hot but I'll survive and then life goes on etc :) stop thinking so much and go to sleep lol

[safetycar-restart]

Idk if you saw it but Lando did an interview with skysports and in it he talked about how he puts bad races behind him and tries to focus on the future so I thought maybe we could talk about how you comfort Lando after a bad race and help him through those bad emotions before he can process the result and move on? We could make it really soft for soft night? Or more angst (because I know you love angst!!) what do you think?

(You know I do love angst…) this is so good! Soft and angsty and perfect anon I love this.

I think the key with Lando is to let him express his frustrations and feel his emotions? Because if he shuts it all out immediately, it'll come back to haunt him and that's when he gets stuck on old races and can't get out of his own head.

Lando had a terrible habit of trying to push down all his emotions immediately, which always hurt him later on. He can't just be in denial.

So instead, you help him feel his emotions.

Often frustration or anger are the first to surface, and so you just sit back and let him talk. He'll sometimes rant for half an hour at a time, just venting all his frustrations, saying things he would never say in front of others. You just nod and listen, not saying anything or trying to offer him advice.

He doesn't need someone to fix it, he just needs someone to be there and listen to what he needs to let out.

You know this stage is over when he takes a deep breath and turns to face you, a silent request for you to take control then.

From then, you just get him through his nighttime routine, make dinner or get him dinner, shower with him, get him changed, get him set up in the living room or hotel room to watch some mindless tv before bed.

But he never makes it through the entire routine.

At some point he breaks, sometimes it's immediately, other times after dinner or even in the shower. It differs every time, but he never ever makes it to getting into bed without breaking.

Tears just well up in his eyes out of nowhere, and within a few seconds he's whining and crying, opening his arms for you to come closer and hug him. And yeah, this has resulted in frantically taking a pan off the stove before having a crying Lando in your arms on more than one occasion.

He always cries a lot. Just sobbing in your arms because he's so fucking upset and he doesn't know what to do and all the emotions overwhelm him.

You just hold him tight, letting him feel everything. You don't try to minimise it or comfort him by trying to convince him it isnt as bad. All he needs is to be held close.

He's quiet for the rest of the evening after that, sticking to your side and letting you make all the decisions.

Sometimes, if it's really bad, he'll come out of his breakdown regressed? Honestly it's sometimes easier that way, because little!Lando can be easier to deal with.

When he wakes up the next day, he's put the incident behind him and ready to start again.

[morning-jellyfish-in-a-teacup]

Didn't count my cals or excercise today. Cramps were so bad I literally could not sit up in bed without feeling like I would pass out. When I did get out of bed and stand, vision immeadietly went black, hearing became muffled, got really light headed. Was in a cold sweat all afternoon. It's a little after 1am right now and I've only just managed to take a shower and change my clothes.

I ate 2 protein bars, some blackberries, sipped on a diet dr. Pepper, water, and had an instant coffee mix.

Around 3pm, I forced myself out of bed to the kitchen for a glass of ice water and to get the diet dr. Pepper (it's bottled and I thought I'd have an easier time opening it rather than mess with my diet coke which is canned). Truly amazed with myself for being able to not just get those, but carry them back to my bed without spilling. Again, I was literally on the verge of passing out and sweating proufously because my cramps were so bad. Idk how I did it, it was really bad.

Around 8pm, after sleeping for a bit, I was able to get up without feeling like I'd pass out but my cramps were still really bad. Went to the kitchen for the food and coffee then came back to bed and lay down again.

About half an hour ago, I finally felt well enough to shower and change my clothes. It feels so good omg. I'm going to need to wash my sheets, feels really gross to be laying in them after sweating so much (tmi sorry sorry) but I'll do that in the morning so long as I'm feeling better.

This always happens. Whenever I get my period early or late, it's absolutely miserable. Just my normal period is awful with how bad the cramps are but fuck .... it's actually insane how much worse it is when it's early/late. And it's not even that early this time! Maybe 5 days early?! I literally felt like I was dying it, the cramps were literaly torture today!

My skin is still super broken out from hormones so ... hoping it'll calm down soon. I have my first job interview ever this friday and that'll be (hopefully) the last day of my period so being super broken out will just add more stress to everything. I can do a pretty natural looking makeup face, so natural looking in fact that I never got in trouble for wearing makeup to my very conservative private middle AND high school. But I can only do so much. With how bad my acne is right now ... wish me luck.

[byulsgrease]

duly noted

you've never been one to obsess about your soulmate, assuming you'll figure it out when the time is right. but seriously, what kind of nonsense has yours been writing about recently?

(eventual moonbyul / wheein x gender neutral reader, soulmate!au, trainee/idol!au, ~1.2k words)

a/n: wheein bias wrecker anon! I might've had too much fun with your req and so this is gonna be my first soulmate au 🤠 while byul and wheein don't actually appear in this part (does that make this a prologue? idk), I promise they'll make their appearance soon enough :)

cw: struggles of being a trainee (weight + food talk)

The claps from your dance instructor ring out in the mirrored studio, calling everyone to attention before they send you off for the day. Everyone stands around listening to whatever niceties they're talking about, asking the rhetorical questions of whether all of you want this, how everyone needs to work harder, etc. How many years has it been now, almost three? Evaluations went pretty well recently and you've certainly demonstrated signs of growth since you started, but debut? Who knows. Does anyone, really?

But right now it's late and you're hungry, hoping that your growling stomach isn't loud enough to pierce through the lecture. You're respectfully tuned out anyway, since it's all old news. Nothing you haven't heard before. They clap again once their spiel ends and everyone disperses. Your eyes catch Hyejin's on your way out of the studio, sharing a funny face and an eyeroll before disappearing into the herd of trainees shuffling to the lockers.

Your locker opens with a routine spin of the dial, taking care to slow down and line up the numbers properly so you're not stuck having to do it over again. The inside's pretty cute for a metallic rectangle— it's really the only space of your own besides your notebook. Pictures of your family, old school friends, and fellow trainee friends line the sides beneath a tiny string of battery-powered fairy lights. It's not much, but always a humbling reminder of why you're here.

Unzipping your bag, you take out a pair of slides and drop them on the floor while stepping out of your sneakers. There's not much else in your bag, just a change of clothes and your notebook, of course. Everyone has one. Anything inside could be drawn, written, scribbled, painted. It’s your personal creative space and no one else's, but with two conditions:

You can't write your name in it, not even your initials. Of course everyone tried to as kids against their parents commands, but letters simply sink into the page, disappearing as if they'd never been written at all.

You can only mark up one side. Pages on the right side are for you, and the left side pages fill themselves. Fill themselves with what? you asked your parents. They gave you a non-answer, saying you'd figure it out someday. Great. Only other thing they bothered to tell you was that your right-hand pages were someone's left-hand ones. So someone can see what I put here? Their confirmation sounded rather casual, which you found weird. Someone out there was watching what you put in? But you got used to it, especially since every person owns one. It's a novelty for children anyway. Mark up a page however you want, knowing that someone out in the would will see, and sit back to watch whatever randomness shows up on the left side.

Your left side pages were actually empty for quite a while, save for the occasional "UGGHHH" followed by a typical childish annoyance scrawled messily across the entirety of the page in marker. Not that notebook use was mandatory, but parents usually encouraged it because it kept their kids occupied. There wasn't much you could do about empty pages, nor did you care most of the time, but it did leave you a little jealous of other kids at school who'd sometimes open theirs and be greeted with cute watercolor paintings, mini murals, or skillfully written poetry.

For you, the notebook's served many uses. As a kid it was random doodles and poorly-drawn fantasy scenarios— escapism, perhaps. In middle school it was angsty poems and random journal entries about the random happenings of your life. For the first half of high school it became your to-do list, keeping track of school assignments. And on the rarest occasion, song lyrics. Visual art was never your medium of choice, music came more easily. But drawing staff lines for music notation in the notebook usually ended up being too tedious, so your original stuff was mostly relegated to voice memos on your phone. And now? Who knows. Trainee life may as well be a blur. Sing, dance, talk, eat if you can afford to, sleep, repeat. It's hard to find the energy to write anything most days. Whenever you feel like checking, the left side has random jottings, nearly illegible most of the time.

It wasn't until you got older that you realized that whoever read your entries on the was the same person generating content on the left. And supposedly the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of time? What kind of system is that? I'm just supposed to trust blindly? having asked your parents in exasperation after figuring it out. Again with more non-answers— it had worked for them, didn't it? There's also the obvious question of why people don't just write directly to each other, but whatever. You're still young, no need to obsess over "the one" unlike some of your classmates. If it's meant to be, it'll happen, you figure. And it obviously is, you've got a notebook with (semi-)filled left side pages. What more could you ask for?

The cacophony of clanging lockers opening and closing starts to die down as people leave. Hyejin's head pops out from behind the locker door, laughing in your face when you flinch.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec. Man, I'm starving,” you remark while slipping the bag straps on your back and closing the locker door. You don't even want to know how strapped for cash you are, probably in for another night of boiled eggs and canned kimchi.

“Wanna go out for food?” she immediately asks, eyes alight at the prospect of getting to eat something besides convenience store food.

"I wish. Actually, you wish," you smirk with longing in your eyes. The "no" doesn't even have to be said, weigh-ins are way too soon to risk it. She hangs her head, jokingly dejected as you swing an arm around her shoulder to walk out of the company building together.

~~~~

After scrounging up whatever food you call dinner, taking a shower, and flopping into bed, you open up your notebook and grab the random pen laying on your dresser, unsure of what you'll write about tonight. There's chicken scratch on the left page already, ballpoint pen. It's actually legible today, though: In my room every day I see your smile.

What the hell does that mean? Whose smile, yours? You haven't even met yet.

Call me everyday every night, hug me everywhere every time

Utter nonsense. Maybe meeting soulmates is just a huge game of catch-up once everything's finally revealed, surely yours will be. There’s just so many questions. Moving to the right side, you jot down a list of cheat meal ideas along with some assorted notes and pointers from practice that you want to work on tomorrow, drawing little characters next to each list item for fun. After accidentally drawing a random squiggle from jolting yourself awake and feeling the heaviness in your eyelids, you cap your pen and shut your notebook, placing it back in your bag. With the lights out, the last thought you have before sleep consumes you is why haven't you ever tried writing directly to each other after all this time?

[next]

[oligbia]

Birthday Boy

Mirio X Reader

NSFW, Fem!Reader

for mirio's birthday event

A/N: I will say, i'm not huge on this one. It was really rambly at the start but idk i kinda liked it. I do like the slight fem!dom vibe i had. Idk, my straight smut still isn't good but it'll get better with practice. as always with anything- feedback is much appreciated <3

Mirio was the light of your life. He was the most beautiful sculpture, muscles toned and carved from a fine marble, each scar on his body telling a story. He had a soul that radiated love. He wanted everyone around him to feel loved- and you always felt loved with him. Everyday he loved you was like an adventure. He kept you on your toes, but would never let you down. He showered you in love and praises. He snuggled you in the morning, kissed you goodbye before work, caressed your hand during dinner, and held you close at night. You knew how much he loved you- but you wanted to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

With the summer heat of mid-July, you find yourself inside a lot more. This, however, presented you the perfect opportunity to think on what you would do for your precious boy’s birthday! You had asked Mirio a few different times what he planned to do or what he wanted, and most of the time he would wave you off with a “Just spending time with you is the best gift, Sunshine!”, but that wasn’t good enough to you. But, enough planning and one online shopping order later, and you had finally figured out the best gift.

It started with a dinner out, as most of your dates did. You had made reservations for a lovely, upscale type place. It was honestly very much out of you and Mirio’s comfort zones, but when Mirio saw you wearing such a nice evening gown, he was sold. The way the fabric draped over your body, hugging your curves, just about drove him up the wall. He looked good himself, of course. His light grey button-up and suspenders gave him a classy look, the way the sleeves were rolled up to his sleeves was downright sexy. Easy enough to say, the two of you made for an attractive couple. Mirio swore up and down you looked much better than him, complementing your dress over and over. What he didn’t know, however, was that he hadn’t even seen the best part.

After such an extravagant dinner, Mirio opened the door to your shared apartment. He smiled as he held your hips gently, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He tasted like sunshine and champagne. “Thank you for the dinner plans, sweetheart. It was an amazing birthday.”

Your hands fell from his neck to his shoulders as you looked up into his eyes. “Don’t thank me yet Miri’ I have another present for you.” You smirked at him as he smiled back down at you, clueless as always.

“Does this plan include snuggle time?”

You squirmed from his grasp. “Maybe, just. . .go wait in bed for me and I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

Mirio looked puzzled but nodded. You watched as he headed down the hall for the bedroom, whistling some song the two of you listened to on the way home. Once you knew he was gone, you grabbed the package you had been hiding from him in the coat closet. Taking it to the bathroom, you removed the contents and shimmed out of your gown.

The outfit you bought online was the best damn thing you had ever seen. It was a beautiful bra and panty set that had a print resembling Mirio’s own hero costume. It hugged your hips and pushed your breasts together in such a way you looked so sexy it was sinfully, so sinful it would make a nun wet.

When you approached the bedroom, Mirio was hanging something up in your shared closet, back facing you. You cleared your throat to gather his attention. You wished you had a camera to capture the way he looked at you, you really did. His eyes blew wide as he bit his bottom lip.

“Holy fuck, baby-” Mirio practically lunged at you, nearly tripping over the chest at the end of your bed in the process. His hands wandered up and down your sides, fingers caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Happy Birthday, Lemillion,”

“Oh it is a happy birthday for sure- Oh my god.” His hands took rest on your waist, pulling you into him as he kissed you in a feverish rush. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your lips when his hands began to wander to the plush of your ass. His kisses were sloppy, sucking on your bottom lip now and then. His kisses migrated down to your jawline and to your neck. He left open mouth kisses along your neck, groaning as he grabbed at your ass with his large hands.

“You look...so pretty... Just for me, princess,” he spoke between kisses. Your hands wandered into his hair, tugging at it. Your combined moans float around the room like music. His hands wander back to your waist as he pulls you back onto the bed with him. Pulling his head back from your collarbones, he pouts.

“Baby, it's your birthday, let me make you feel good please?” You wandered onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands wandered under his shirt, you lifted it up over his head and discarded it on the floor.

You swore his eyes turned to hearts with the total awe and lust he looked at you with when he nodded. To him, you were a goddess amongst mere mortals. He was fully prepared to bow at your feet and worship you. He would idolize you in your entirety, praising every inch of your body. Having you on top of him like this, eyes looking down at him was enough to convince him he had been sent to heaven. When your hands held his face, lips grazing across his jawline and throat, he felt like he was being touched by god herself. Each kiss you left on his collarbones and jawline felt like little blessings.

After abusing his neck and collarbones, leaving a plethora of lipstick stains and bruises, you pull back. “Miri’ baby, can I take these off please,” Your hands tug on his belt loops as you lean close to his ear, “I really want to ride your cock. Is that okay? Do you want me to ride that cock?”

Mirio nodded quickly. “I think that would be good...yes, please…I want you to,”

You giggled, “If the birthday boy insists-”

Mirio lifted his hips off the bed, letting you pull his pants off. They fell to his ankles, boxers following soon after. His member sprang out, precum leaking from the tip. Your hand took as much of it as you could, palming it. Mirio groaned, eyes shutting from your touch. Your own arousal was apparent against Mirio’s thigh.

“All this over me touching you?” You asked him, still handling his dick with your hands, running them up and down the length.

He rubbed his thigh against your still clothed folds, “I could say the same thing to you, hm?” Mirio chuckled as a moan slipped from your lips. You shot him a passive-aggressive ‘it's my turn to top,’ look, which only made him chuckle more. His giggles were stopped, however, when you started pumping his cock, his face turning red as his erection grew.

“That's a good boy,” You whispered, pumping his length. “Good boys get their birthday gifts, right?”

Mirio hummed in agreement as a slacked jaw moan escaped from his lips. He practically whimpered when you moved your hand off of his now fully erect member. You slipped your panties off, your pussy absolutely dripping. You ran your folds against his member, teasing him as your juices dripped onto him. He squirmed at the feeling, his breath hitching.

“Ready birthday boy?”

Mirio nodded, “Please...please get on baby,”

“Since you asked so nicely,” You lowered yourself down onto his length. Mirio was very much blessed in length and width. No matter how many times he had fucked you, filled you to the absolute brim, you still were never ready for the stretch his cock gave you. Moans and whimpers of gratitude fell from both of you when you finally bottomed out.

You began to grind against him, his cock filling you over and over. Mirio was simply overwhelmed by the way your pussy sucked him in, closing around his clock with every bounce on your body. The way your breasts were bouncing in front of his face, tits spilling over the bra with his logo on it left him speechless.

“B-baby please, you feel so good,” Mirio was nothing more than a mess of grunts and moans as he panted.

Your moans were fucking pornographic as you bounced on his dick, his length hitting your g-spot and filling you over and over again.

The both of you were so close, you could feel Mirio’s dick twitched as your bounces grew quicker and sloppier.

“Baby, baby- i’m gonna cum soon, keep bouncing like that,”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. It’s your birthday, you can cum in me- fuck Mirio. . .please cum in me. Please-”

You came before him, your juices covering his dick. Wet sounds echoed between the two of you as he grabbed your hips, ramming you more harshly onto his dick, lifting you back off. Mirio never meant to be rough with you, but it always just kind of happened. You moaned, your puffy folds still sensitive. A few more bounces and Mirio came inside you. His thick, white ropes covering your walls as a moan fell from his lips.

He pulled you into a long kiss. He pulled back, kissing your nose with a smile. Your hands moved the hair from his sweaty forehead. He looked at you with the same puppy dog eyes as he did every time he saw you. You rested your head against his chest, snuggling up against him.

“Good birthday?”

“Oh, the absolute best. Thank you, Sunshine. I love you so, so, much”