#she is so dirty and covered in so many weeds

[mensfrightsactivist]

NOODLE CAME HOME 😭🥰😭🥳

[sierrale8ne]

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nsfw // 4.3k words, dom!paige, sub!oc, use of marijuana, tongue play, oral/face sitting, fingering, overstimulation, tribbing, use of vibrator, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk, fingering, filth tbh.

venus 🍒 3 attachments: 3 videos

venus 🍒 heard ur back in ct and i fucking miss you so come see me? we can do some more of this…

pherbo I’m omw pretty lady, I missed you too

By any and all means, Venus and Paige were not dating.

They never hung out outside of their hookups and most certainly didn’t text about anything other than free time, sex, boundaries, sex, weed, parties, and how could I forget: sex.

Or at least it started that way.

They had met through one Paige’s many teammates, during one of the many late nights where Venus fell victim to her side hustle and was supplying randoms on campus with some wonderful weed.

Paige wasn’t what one would call a smoker, but she dabbled in it from time to time (sure she was an athlete but she was also a college student); and one faithful night, when she found herself in dire need of a high she sent the girl a text. Except rather than only getting weed, she received what was probably the best head of her life. An orgasm so powerful she probably blacked out for a few seconds. It started a very deep and consistent sneaky link relationship. They both used one another for sex, and very shamelessly at that.

Venus sat at the barstools in her apartment after arriving back home from running some errands, her tattooed hand rolling a nearly perfect blunt. The humidity of the Connecticut heat causing her to only wear a thin, white, cropped tank top and some True Religion shorts. She didn’t think much of the videos she sent to Paige, she had been a tease the entire time the blonde was away, this was not her first time filling her messages with vulgar texts.

But Paige? She definitely cared.

The sight of the girl she so desperately craved with her legs spread in the drivers seat of her car. The 95° heat covering her body in a sheen of sweat as she trailed her hand underneath her shorts. Paige could assume that Venus was soaked, as the wet spot in her jeans practically gave her away. She was saying something nasty into the air, the microphone picking it up, but Paige’s eyes were simply glued to the screen. The second video, where her shorts had now been discarded and her pink cotton panties were pulled to the side; fingers lolling in and out of her dripping pussy. It nearly made Paige’s heart beat out of her chest.

And the last video was probably Paige’s personal favorite. It was a shortened clip from the last time they were together, nearly a month ago. Venus on all fours, tits bouncing, back arched, and her legs spread so wide as she got absolutely recked by the blonde and her strap. The video turned her on so bad she had to watch it again when she got in her car. She simply couldn’t get the image of her ass out of her head. To hear Venus moan out “Paige” along with repeated curses made her body heat up tremendously. Her girl, crying out her name, in their sex tape. It was unreal.

Paige was in walking into Geno’s office with Aubrey and Jana when the texts came in, it was a very close call and a blessing that they didn’t get a glimpse of the vulgar videos on her phone, and that she sported an air-pod in her ear.

After three long hours and practice had ended, Paige sped the entire journey to Venus’s home, rushing up her stairs before barging into the apartment. She kicked off her Nike slides with ease, before navigating the apartment she’d known very well and finding Venus seated in her kitchen.

“Did you lock my doo—”

“Shut up.” Paige cut her off, spinning the girl around in the stool she sat in and pressing her lips to Venus’s. Her lips tasting like strawberries and the slight smell of weed wafted to her nose as well. Venus’s tongue was soft, warm, and so wet. The girl practically salivating over Paige and the feeling of her soft lips.

Venus groaned against the blonde’s lips, snaking her hand to hold the girls slim waist while Paige’s wrapped around her neck squeezing it with her large hand. The feeling of their tongues clashing forcing a similar groan to come from Paige. The athlete pulled away, nearly whimpering at the sight of Venus and her swollen lips. The girl stuck her tongue out hungrily, Paige meeting it with her own, before sucking the muscle in her mouth. The scene so nasty and pornographic it had both of them falling apart into a puddle, arousal sticking to the insides of their thighs. Saliva had spread to outermost corners of their lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ fine. What the fuck?” Paige laughed, finally breaking their vulgar exchange and moving her hand from Venus’s neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever looked in a mirror.” Venus commented, turning her chair back around so she no longer felt so little under Paige’s gaze. She reached for the blunt she rolled bringing it to her mouth and lighting it. She took a few puffs, the feeling of the substance in her lungs relaxing her body almost instantly.

Paige took it from Venus’s lips, placing it between her own. “I gotta take a shower, V. We can finish this in a minute, aight, baby?” Handing the girl her blunt back.

“Do you have to?”

“Venus that’s nasty. I’m all yours when I get out.”

“Fine.” Was all she responded with, practically huffing as she shooed Paige off to her bedroom to get clean. Though she really didn’t care. Venus was so hungry for her she would’ve taken her right there in her kitchen, sweat and all.

She stayed put in her seat, her growing high making her needier and needier. Paige on the other hand, post shower, was getting dressed in the spare clothes she had left the last time she had paid Venus a visit;boxers and a grey hoodie, before mindlessly snooping around.

She had gotten a better look at all the framed photos that decorated her dresser, jaw slightly dropping when she saw the framed photo of Venus and herself clad in signature UConn navy cap and gowns. Paige in a white button up and dress pants, and Venus in a flowy white dress with white strap up heels. The pair matched in smiles as they stood by one another.

Paige had known that their original fuck buddy agreement had completely changed over the last nine months. Overtime, their scheduled hookups led to sleepovers, and weekend trips. They were no longer just hooking up, a different level of intimacy that had been achieved. It was scary, that all it took was a little lotta bit of sex, for Paige to fall harder for Venus, but she had her in a way that no one else did. She would be grateful for what she had.

The blonde girl kept snooping, before seeing the red vibrating toy that she didn’t know the girl owned, innocently sitting on Venus’s bedside table. She smirked, calling out for her and asking her to come to the bedroom before taking a seat on the edge of the bed; vibrator in hand behind her back.

Venus sauntered into her bedroom, looking as delicious as ever. The girl’s slightly toned abs on full display, and highlighted even more by the sweat that adorned them. A blunt between her clear polished fingers and her lashes falling heavy on her red eyes.

Paige didn’t have a kink for body mods per se, but she definitely was wildly attracted to the ones that adorned Venus’s body. The full tattoo sleeve on her right arm along with the piercing at her navel was one thing, and the dermal’s on her back drove her insane whenever she had Venus in doggy. But the blonde’s absolute favorite? The snake bites on her tongue. The feeling of the cool metal running across her neck, abs, and pussy was almost otherworldly. Paige fell speechless whenever she thought about it.

“Got some new jewelry, you like?” Venus asked, gesturing to her stomach. The silver butterfly jewelry decorated with three smaller diamonds, the way it dangled was mesmerizing.

“Always.” Paige responded. The girl’s voice was low, she was lusting over her like an animal. “I saw our picture on your dresser.”

The blunt made its way back between Venus’s lips. She smiled, picking up on the small blush that coated the girl’s ivory cheeks. “We look cute right?”

“We look like a couple.”

“That’s what my mom said when she saw it. Remind me to introduce you two.”

Paige was slightly taken aback, but she had to keep her composure. “You want me to meet your mom?”

“I mean, she’s met all my friends. I should probably introduce her to the one I’m around damn near everyday, right?” Venus shrugged, fumbling over her words as she searched her brain for some sort of reasoning. “Unless that’s too personal for us—”

“It’s not. I don’t mind.” Paige cut her off, nervously biting her lip.

The pair smiled awkwardly at one another, more matching grins adorned their features. Paige called her closer with her pointer finger, bottom lip still tucked between her teeth before clearing her throat.

“Um, I saw something else in here too.” She spoke, not giving Venus a time to respond before pulling the toy from behind her back. This is what she was here for anyways, sex. Not the flirting and nervousness that came with having feelings for her. “What you using this for? You know I’m a call away.”

Venus tried to hide the heat that came to her face, embarrassed that Paige had her favorite intimate toy between her hands. Though embarrassed, Venus’s current intoxication masked it well.

“I— well you were on the cruise, and—”

“Show me.” Paige spoke, slapping the toy into Venus’s palm and taking the blunt between her own fingers, taking a drag with a smirk. Even being underneath her at that moment, Paige still held so much dominance over the tattooed girl. She knew that, and always took advantage.

“Show you?”

“Uh huh. Show me how you fucked yourself when I was gone, V.”

Venus was under a spell. She did whatever Paige asked almost immediately. So she brought her hands to the hem of her tank top, letting the material drop between them. Her full tits made Paige’s mouth water, nipples hardened by the blonde’s strong gaze. Her shorts followed, shimmying them down her thighs. Left in her panties, Venus opened her legs slightly, showing off the wet patch between them before taking them off and letting them join the rest of her clothes.

Finally lying in bed on her back, Venus spread her legs to reveal her sopping wet cunt. Her clit swollen and covered in arousal. She turned on the vibrator, it was only on the lowest setting, but the feeling of it up against her clit made her let out a whine.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and look at how wet you are.” Paige cooed. “Missed me so bad you had to use this? I bet it didn’t even get you off like I do. Did it?”

“Mm, oh fuck. No, Paige—”

The nature of Paige’s words was something that made her feel even more pleasured. “I know it didn’t, baby. Turn it up a li’l more.” The athlete demanded, shifting her position to finally pull the black boxers off her hips and the hoodie off her body, leaving her in just a sports bra.

Venus followed her directions, turning it up a few more notches. “P-please, Paige, please.”

“What do you want, ma?”

“I-I wanna—fuck—taste you. I wanna taste you, P.” The girls voice was shakey. The vibrations on this low of a setting did nothing to soothe her desires, she needed something more.

“Yeah? Want me to let you eat my pussy? Cum all down your throat, right? That’s what you want? Want me to sit on your face, ride that pretty tongue you got?” Paige teased, straddling her waist.

Venus’s hips bucked against the vibrator, lip tucked between her teeth as she looked up at Paige. The athlete began slowly grinding her hips down against Venus’s abdomen, the snag of her clit against her piercing made her jolt.

“Answer me, V.”

“Shit, Yes! Please! I want you, want you on my tongue so bad, P.” Venus whined, desperate for any extra touch, any excuse to soothe her growing oral fixation.

Paige reached behind her, pulling the vibrator off Venus’s clit and tossing it nearby. She scooted her body up Venus’s torso before hovering her pussy over the girls face. Her eyes shifted growing darker.

Paige took the blunt from the nearby ashtray, grabbing the lighter as well and re-lighting it, sticking the substance between her lips and taking a few puffs. She was teasing. Slowly rotating her hips over Venus’s face as if to mock her.

“Stop fuckin’ moving.” Venus attempted to demand but it came out as a whimper.

Paige didn’t listen. Slowing her movement to brush her clit against Venus lip, a dramatized moan living her lips. Finally tired of the antics, Venus reached for the girl’s waist, pulling her flush to her face and attaching her cunt to her lips.

She was soaked. Her arousal effortlessly dripping onto Venus’s tongue and down her chin as the girl ate her out like a last meal. Paige’s moans coming out low and deep at the feeling of the cool metal on her tongue running through her pussy.

“Aww yeah, baby. Just like that. You’re doin’ so good.” Paige praised, her head slightly tipping back as she moved her hips faster.

Venus on the other hand had her thighs spread as she brought a hand between them. Paige’s groans and taste spurred her on more, she applied more pressure on her clit before slipping two fingers inside.

“You’re such a fuckin’ slut. I taste good?” Paige sunk a hand into Venus’s hair, wrapping it around her hand before lifting up so she could speak.

“Yea— m’ my God you taste so good.”

“Stick your tongue out, for me.” She asked, and Venus did so, allowing Paige to grind her clit on Venus’s piercing. She was growing breathless and Venus groaning against her didn’t help. “This what you wanted? Wanted me to put my pussy in your mouth, right?”

Venus reluctantly removed her fingers from inside of herself, dedicating her attention to making Paige cum. Her high spurring her on further, she was so desperate for the girl to cum on her tongue she would do whatever. Her fingers, coated in her own slick slipped inside the blonde’s pussy as she sucked on her clit. Swirling her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Imma cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum, V.” Paige whimpered, gripping the girls hair harder and tugging her closer.

Curling her fingers to hit that spot, Venus nearly melted away when Paige finally came on her tongue, broken moans and praises falling from the blonde’s lips went straight to her pussy. She was dripping onto her sheets. She didn’t stop pumping her fingers nor did she stop moving her tongue, still eating the girl out just a bit slower now.

When Paige had finished riding out her orgasm, she broke free of Venus’s grasp, reclaiming her spot straddling her waist. The blunt they were sharing was long forgotten, now tossed somewhere on the bed. Paige knew Venus would be pissed, so she just decided to make her forget.

She leaned over, tongue out as she licked her own cum off of Venus’s chin. Humming at her own taste and following that by connecting their lips.

The sloppy exchange seemed to be full of nothing but spit swapping. Maybe being high made them even nastier in this moment, but truth was they were also just feins for one another.

Pulling away sloppily, Paige doted soft kisses onto Venus’s jaw, before rising in vigor when she reached her neck. She sucked dark purple marks across the girl’s brown skin. Occasionally meeting the skin with a bite. Paige smirked, a dark chuckle leaving her lips. “M’gonna fuck the shit outta you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Show you why it’s just me. You don’t need that fuckin’ vibrator, you don’t need some other girl when you got me.”

Venus wasn’t clueless to Paige’s obvious possessiveness when it came to her and their arrangement. She wasn’t necessarily opposed to it. It was nice to have someone be protective over her in this way, she wouldn’t mention it though.

“It’s only you, P. You know that.” Venus panted.

Paige shot up, straddling Venus’s right thigh and letting the left rest on her broad shoulder. She rolled her hips forward, meeting the girl’s sloppy cunt with her own. She was so damn wet, arousal instantly dripping to her thighs.

“We’re never going this long without sex again.” Paige groaned, feverishly rutting her hips. The friction was a beautiful feeling, Paige had wondered why they didn’t have sex like this more often. The intimacy of being pressed against each other in such a manner was addictive, she wanted it all the time.

Venus was so sensitive that the touch had her legs shaking and stomach convulsing. She sat up on her elbows getting a better look at the mess between her legs. Her cunt glistening, the noise of their clits against each other bouncing off the walls.

Before getting to know the girl more personally, Venus never understood the overwhelming campus obsession with the blonde basketball player— from both guys and girls. But after a few conversations, which all shamelessly led to sex, she got it. Paige was a charmer. She knew just what to say and just what to do to have Venus falling for her apart for her.

“Such a pretty girl.” Paige mumbled, pulling her eyes off of where they connected and up to Venus’s flushed face.

Venus reached up to Paige’s covered chest, muttering slurries of, “take it off” until the blonde slowed her hips and pulled off her sports bra. Venus was happily met with the sight of the girl’s supple breasts, hardened pink nipples instantly being tugged on by Venus’s fingertips. “Go faster, fuck me faster. Please.” She whimpered, locking eyes with Paige’s blue ones.

“Fuck, V.” The blonde groaned, pushing Venus’s leg further back as she ground her hips faster. The stimulation at her nipples more than enough to make her let out another loud moan. “There ya go, chase it, baby. You got it, Venus.”

Her name fell from Paige’s lips so smoothly. She listened without a second thought, bucking her hips against Paige’s clit some more. The action of her leg being pressed against her stomach adding a different type of pressure there. Eyes rolling and moans free falling. Paige hadn’t heard her being this loud in quite some time, nearly screaming when Paige added more pressure in her movement.

She was hellbent on getting Venus to cum. She would work for hours if that’s what it took. Her head leaning back, letting more moans fall directly into the smoke clouded air. Paige’s hand grabbed hold of her neck, pushing her further into the mattress until Venus was whimpering at the sensation and they were both soaking one another and the sheets. “I’m not playin’. Keep—fuck—keep moving or I swear I’ll stop.”

“I can’t.”

“Yeah you can, ma. Just fuck me back.” Paige’s words were blending together, her dominance as present as ever, but it was still clear she was just as close as Venus was. “My dirty girl, you like it when I fuck you like this?.”

Venus’s tattooed hand reached to grip at her grey bedsheets as the other trailed to Paige’s slim waist. Her fingers gripping and guiding her a little too tight that bruises would definitely form in a few hours. “I love— I love it. So good, Paige.” She fought to keep her eyes open and maintain eye contact with the woman above her, but it was hard with her orgasm approaching.

Nothing could stop the whines and whimpers that left her mouth as Paige sloppily continued fucking her, the blonde’s orgasm nearing as well.

“I’m gonna cum, P. Don’t fuckin’ stop!”

“Cum all over me, mama. Want it so bad, wanna feel you cum. Please, give it to me.” The blonde panted, sweat dripping down the bridge of her nose. “Ah shit, V, please.”

Their bodies nearly shattered as their orgasms rushed through them like a wave. Paige’s nails dug into Venus’s thigh as she stilled. The marijuana lacing their veins made it ten times more powerful, Venus’s eyes rolling back as she covered Paige’s cunt in her cum. “Oh my God…” Paige gasped, bringing a hand down between their legs and running her hand through Venus’s folds and collecting the mixture of their cum on her fingers.

“You’re so nasty—”

She was cut off by the blonde’s lengthy fingers slipping into her mouth, catching her by surprise but she welcomed them eagerly. Venus’s tongue swirling around as their creamy arousal coated her tongue. Paige’s other hand dipping between her legs again and prodding at her hole before sliding in.

“Can I keep fucking you, baby? Please?” Paige rambled, voice hoarse from her post orgasm state. Her fingers drove into Venus with ease, toned arm flexing constantly had the girl in a daze.

Venus pulled Paige’s fingers from her mouth allowing her to finally moan out the way she wanted to. She was such a slut under Paige’s blue eyed gaze. “Oh my God!” She cried, the overwhelming feeling making her jaw fall slack. “Paige!”

“I wanna see your pretty face when you do it again, give me one more, ma.”

Paige’s fingers jabbed into that gummy spot again and again until Venus was gushing all over the sheets, letting out soft moans and whining chants of “ah, ah, ah!”

“Shh, just listen to how much you’re cumin’ for me.” Paige said, her hand, once in Venus’s mouth, now clamping over it and keeping it closed. “Wetting your bed up like the slut you are. You’re mine though aren’t you, baby?”

Screaming out into Paige’s hand, Venus came again, tears staining her cheeks and cum staining her thighs as she nodded at Paige’s words. Her cum spilling around Paige’s fingers, the white ring around those knuckles made Paige’s eyes turn to hearts. Paige was right: her vibrator couldn’t come close to giving her the orgasms she just did. Her breathing erratic and eyes fluttering shut as her legs trembled.

“P-Paige, it’s— s’too— fuck! Stop! Too much.” Venus whimpered, eagerly clawing on the blonde’s strong bicep with one hand, and attempting to push her fingers out with the other. But Paige kept going, slowing down her fingers just a bit but still applying crazy pressure to Venus’s clit.

“You’re mine. You hear me? This pussy is mine. Nobody gonna ever make you feel the way I do.”

“I’m yours, P! I promise— holy shit i’m gonna cum.” Venus cried, her stomach convulsing and eyes squeezing shut. “Paige, please. I can’t.”

“Look at me.” The blonde asked, spreading the girl’s legs wider and Venus came one more time, jaw slack as she had no more moans to give. Her legs shut almost immediately and Paige smirked at the girl underneath her. She had effectively proven her point all while making the girl of her dreams drift off to cloud nine.

Reluctantly, Paige pulled out her fingers before feeding them into her mouth and sucking them clean. The sight forcing multiple groans from Venus under her.

Tears staining cheeks. face all flushed out and bloodshot eyes now even more red (if possible). Paige looked down at Venus in admiration, she was the only one to ever get her to cum like that: and she took great pride in it.

“I want a kiss.” Venus voice now gone from all her screaming. She spoke softly, not really knowing how else to subtly ask her partner for a kiss, so she opted for being very direct.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby.” Paige apologized, wiping the remaining tears from Venus’s cheeks. “Can you say please?”

Rolling her eyes, Venus smiled. A short “please” escaping her mouth. Paige happily leaned into her, removing her legs from in between Venus’s and hovering over her. The blonde placed a soft kiss to her lips, their tongues almost instantly meshing together. Venus moaned at her taste on Paige’s lips, sloppily kissing her back in an attempt to catch her breath as her legs hooked around the athlete’s waist.

“Aww, you like how you taste?” The blonde chuckled.

“Shut up. Freak.” Venus was too fucked out and definitely too high to keep up. She pulled away and nestled her head into Paige’s neck, wrapping her arms around the girl and lazily flipping them over to straddle her. “I’m yours, huh? Sounds awfully relationship like to me.”

“Are you complaining?”

“I-I don’t know.” Venus admitted, “I like it when you’re possessive, even though you pretend you’re not. You’re obsessed with me.”

Paige adjusted her head to look up at Venus rather than her body, her eyebrows furrowed. All the words she wanted to say: I want to be with you, I need you, I love you, all suddenly getting stuck in the back of her throat. “Maybe I am.” She decided to respond with. “Crazy ‘bout you, I can’t lie.”

Venus hummed, slightly nodding her head as she looked at her, unable her growing blush. “I might be crazy ‘bout you too, P.” Her fingers traced over the hickies she’d left across the ivory skin. “We made such a mess.” Venus laughed, briefly changing the topic.

“We can clean it up later. I wanna cuddle.”

“Paige—”

“No.”

“—This bed is filthy, and I need to shower, and we said no more sleepovers.”

“Just ten minutes, Venus.” Paige wined, pulling Venus to lay down next to her, her blue eyes drinking in all of Venus’s glory— somehow finding her even more gorgeous in her fucked out state. “I’ll be outta your hair after, I promise.”

“Five minutes. That’s it.”

“I’ll take it.” Paige mumbled, draping her arms around Venus warm body and shutting her eyes as she rested her head on Venus’s shoulder.

It was not only five minutes and Paige definitely did sleep over again.

authors note this is my first time posting on tumblr, so hopefully you guys enjoy it. i’m thinking of making this a short series maybe 3-4 parts (mostly all smut, freaks) i have a part two in my drafts, so lmk if you want some more of pherbo and venus! (i imagine venus’s fc to be @/killmarni iykyk she’s so bad 😮‍💨)

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Daddy’s Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fucking clothes off.”

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS; Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Grief; Mentions of Depression, Death & Suicide; Alcohol/Drug Use; Feral!Gojo; Rough Sex; Ripping Clothes; Dirty Talk; Cunnilingus; Forced Deepthroating; Face-Fucking; Multiple Positions; Gojo Giving You Deep Dick; Breeding Kink; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Cum Eating; Ownership; Gojo Makes You a Mommy; Aftercare; Degradation; Petnames (Baby; Little Girl; Mama; Sweetheart)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

*IMPORTANT NOTE: In the manga, Gojo is only sealed for 19 days, but in the time of the rest of the manga being written and illustrated, it was 3 years. So the timeline of his being sealed and freed will be 3 years.

Writer’s Note: I’m coping. AND celebrating my man's birthday!! The happiest birthday (and week and month) to my favorite boi! 💙💙💙 -Jazz

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You’ve never felt such pain before.

It isn't pain that can simply be fixed with a band-aid or a kiss, like a scrape or a cut. It is a deep, cavernous, emotional pain that you have never experienced before...not before losing your fiance. The man you adored and cherished. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your sunshine peeking through the dark, gray clouds.

But since losing him, all your days are washed with gray. You can't stand any sunny days now, knowing that he loved them and would want to do something–anything–to seize them. "C'mon, baby, let's go get some ice cream!" he'd cheerfully shout. Or "let's go biking" or "wanna take a walk in the park with me?"

Now, all you do is lay in bed and watch the days go by, the pain you feel too much. You've never experienced something so profound and intense. It causes you to cry every single morning into the night until the pink of dawn comes again.

It's been like this for three years now since you lost him forever. It still feels weird to say that: forever. You thought you'd have forever with him, but it was ripped away from you all that time ago during the Shibuya incident. It was a bloody war, from what you've heard; a massacre. So many innocent people perished.

The lives that were spared were among the other Sorcerers and his students, including Nobara who managed to survive Mahito's attack . You visited her all that time she spent in the hospital after the attack as the doctors worked to save her eye. In the end, she lost it, but gained a false one just last year that looks exactly like her real one.

Nanami also survived. It was a close call, apparently. Yuji had found him and attacked Mahito before Nanami could face his violent death. Half of his face and body are completely scalped, but he doesn't try to cover them. They are his battle scars; a reminder of what he is fighting for. He still resides in Japan though you've all been telling him to retire and go to Malaysia. "Not until he's back," he'd fiercely say. "I'm not resting until he's out of that damn box."

He checks on you as do Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, to ensure you're okay. Shoko spent the night with you a few times until you firmly told her to stop. "I'm not gonna slit my wrists or anything," you scoffed. Shoko pursed her lips at you as she smoked her cigarette on your balcony. "No, but you might drink yourself to death first," she mumbled.

And yes, you have been drinking. You've also been smoking. Weed and alcohol are all that cure the pain, at least for a little while. You don't have to see his dazzling smile or snow-white hair behind your eyelids when you fall asleep high as a kite. It's unhealthy and you know that, but what else can you do?

You have nothing to live for anymore. Your fiance is gone. You try to tell the others this, who have worked tirelessly all this time to find a way to bail him out. 'It's been three years!' you think. 'If they haven't found a way yet, they never will. He is never getting out of that box or the Prison Realm.' And that is the sad, horrible truth.

You curl yourself into a ball now, wrapped in one of his crisp button-up shirts, naked underneath. It is twelve in the afternoon. You haven't eaten or gotten dressed, only showered and brushed your teeth (after Shoko sent you a text to do so). Tears stain your eyes which still sting from your sob session the night before. "Satoru," you whimper into the pillows. "Come back to me, please."

You know this isn't possible, but you wish to God or whoever makes miracles happen that it was. How can you live in a world, in a realm, where your love isn't here? You were going to get married, in spring of 2024. He had promised you after a wonderful night of dinner, champagne, and dancing on a private yacht he ordered just for you two.

When he got down on those long legs, one knee propped up, and presented you with that box, you could feel yourself melt. "After all of this is over," he promised, "after I make this world safer for you, let's do it, baby. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." He gave you that big, gigawatt, hopeful smile as you felt tears pour down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. "You up for seein' this face forever?" he joked.

That night, you answered him. Over and over again, making love until morning. Until you were both spent and ached so good from twisting your bodies in a hundred different positions. Until your thighs were soaked with his cum and all you could see, hear, and smell was him.

You were more than prepared to spend the rest of your life like that with him...and now, that's all gone. A fresh wave of grief overcomes you and you grip the pillow, stuffing your face into it. Once again, you say the same words you've been saying for three years like a prayer: "Satoru, come back to me. Please."

BANG!

The sound is so loud and abrupt that it scares you. You sit up immediately, your heart lurching into your throat. You look around the room only to find it empty, but then hear the familiar sound of the front door closing from downstairs. Someone is here. But who?

"H-Hello?" you call. "Shoko, is that you?"

No answer. It is completely silent all except for the birds chirping outside your window which only adds to the ominous feeling of the situation at hand. You never gave Shoko a spare key to your home and you're the only one who can get in and out. So who the fuck is in your house?

You then hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, one by one, as if the stranger is taking his sweet time doing so. You instantly reach for your phone to dial 911 and retreat to the bathroom across the room, but stop when a shadow crosses the bedroom wall, and then a figure appears in the threshold of the bedroom you used to share with your fiance.

You stare at the figure hard as if it's difficult for you to decipher it, but it's impossible not to know who it is. You can tell from how tall he is as he stands there, towering over you in the doorway. You can tell from his lean body sinewy with muscles under his black clothes. You can tell from his pale skin, snow-white hair you used to love to run your fingers through, and iced, blue eyes that stare right through you.

That same lovely, adorable, sexy, dazzling grin crosses his pillowy-soft, pink lips as he stares at you from across the room. “Honey, I’m home," Gojo chirps as if he just walked in from a hard day at work.

You stare him down, afraid to move or speak in fear of ruining this or exposing it for what it is: a trick. A mirage. A hallucination caused by too much alcohol or weed (unlikely, but still). Is this a dream? Are you dead? Did you go ahead and drink yourself to death like Shoko foresaw?

He walks toward you, slowly as if to not frighten you further. You stay on the bed, afraid to move. You're trembling. He finally stops just at arm's length from you, that same smile and warm gaze still on his face. “T-Tarou?” you whisper, finding your voice.

“In the flesh," he replies in that easy, sexy drawl that you've always loved. So careless. So laidback. His expression grows concerned, his brows drawn together. “How ya doin’, baby?” he asks. Your heart flips at the sound of that pet name. You haven't heard it in so, so long.

You scamper towards him, wanting to get closer to him, but then stop, afraid to. He doesn't react to either, still standing there and waiting for you to process this. “No,” you whisper. “This isn’t real. I’m just high as fuck right now.” You put your hands in your hair, gripping the dark coils/braids/locs/curls/twists harshly.

You know that this isn't possible. You haven't touched any weed since yesterday morning, wanting to give yourself a break. Gojo whistles as he nods at the bong sitting on your bedside table. “Well, judging from that, probably so. You got any left? I could use it after the 3 years I’ve had.”

You don't answer. You barely even breathe, afraid to do so in fear of putting a tear in the fabric of this moment and ripping it apart. You still can't tell if this is really happening. Is it a trick of your cursed grief making you see shit? Could it be that a Curse is here and has somehow taken over Gojo's body, and now, they're here to kill you? You would rather take that than this uncertainty.

Gojo suddenly raises his hand toward you as if to touch you, but doesn't. “Touch me," he encourages. Though hesitant, you lift a tentative hand and stroke your fingers over his veiny arm. All you feel is solid, soft, warm skin. Gojo's smile gets bigger. “See? I’m real. It’s really me, baby.”

And suddenly, the fog over your mind has been cleared and you can see clearly. All is for certain, including that the man standing here is your man. Your 'Tarou. “It’s really you,” you whimper. “Oh, my God….oh, my God!” You can't stop the tears or the blubbering as relief and utter joy wash over you.

Gojo opens your arms for you and he barely budges as you shoot into them, not even making him stagger. You bury your head in his chest, breathing in his scent and moving your hands over his back muscles. “I’ve missed you,” you sob. “I’ve missed you so, so much, Satoru! It’s been awful!”

He holds you tight to him, solid and absolutely real. “Shhh, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he coos. “I would’ve come back sooner, but I had to take care of some things.”

You pull away to look up at him through your blurred vision. He doesn't appear hurt or bruised. In fact, he looks the exact same he did before he was sealed in that box. “What do you–“

“And I’ll tell you everything after I get some pussy.”

You pause, processing his abrupt words. “What?” you scoff. “But what about all that's happened? How'd you even escape the Prison Realm? Have you eaten or drank? What about–"

Gojo, impatient, presses a long finger to your lips. “Forget about all of that right now, Y/N. Worry about the fact that you haven’t seen me in three years and you’re dying for me to put you in the mattress again.”

Then that familiar, dark, lustful look crosses his eyes like an eclipse, taking over him. “I think you’re understanding me clearly," he says, his voice dipping an octave lower than usual. “Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fuckin’ clothes off.”

You stare at him hard, wondering if he is serious. You haven’t seen him in three years. You have so many more questions to ask him. Like what did he do while sealed? Did he see Yuji, Megumi and Nobara before he came? Were they the ones that got him out? Is he okay? 

But from the way he is staring you down like he wants to take a piece of you, you can tell that all of those questions will have to just wait to be answered. Plus, the last one is already answered for you: no, he isn’t okay. He is fucking feening for you. He needs you. You can tell from the way his hands grip you closer and from the feeling of his semi hard-on pressing into your thigh from inside his pants. 

You can’t imagine what three years without sex was like and you don’t want to. So you’re more than happy to give him whatever he is looking for right now. “O-Okay, Gojo,” you softly stutter. Your hands move to his top to unbutton it, first starting at the bottom. But your hands fumble and shake as if this is the first time you’re doing this for him. 

“Takin’ too long,” Gojo growls, impatient. Tearing your hands away from his shirt, he immediately rips the $1,000 top off of you, revealing your laced bra and panties underneath. You squeak as he does so, alarmed. “Gojo, your shirt!” you gasp, especially when the buttons fly all over the place. 

“Forget the fuckin’ shirt,” he says, his voice all but a rasp. "I’ll get a new one. It’s not fair how sexy you look in my clothes, sweetheart.” He presses his lips to your chest, breathing you in for a moment. “God, I’ve missed your smell,” he sighs. “I’ve missed how you feel. I’ve missed you so, so much.” He pulls away then, looking down at your hand. “And you’re still wearing the ring,” he points out. 

You look down at your hand where the sterling silver engagement ring sits, its diamonds sparkling at you. “Of course,” you whisper. “I never took it off. I’m engaged to you.” You want to tell him that you always dreamed he’d come back, that you wanted him to see you with it when he did. 

“So there’s been no one else?” he suddenly asks, his eyes sizing you up. “You haven’t been with any other man besides me?” Immediately, you shake your head. “No, Daddy,” you whisper, immediately falling back into the soft, obedient, submissive state that you always slide into with him as if it’s natural to you. And it is. He makes you feel so safe and loved and kept. It’s impossible not to do so all for him. “There’s been no one,” you say. “No one can ever make me feel the way you do.” 

A crooked smirk crosses Gojo’s lips that has you quivering in between your thighs. “So one has played with this body but me?” he asks. “No one has played with that pussy but me?” Again, you shake your head, your breath becoming short and labored. His eyes seem to dark even more, becoming an ocean blue. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he whispers. Then his lips are finally, finally, on yours, his tongue dancing and swirling with yours, creating a wet, sloppy, feverish kiss that takes your breath away. 

You moan wantonly into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him. Oh, how you’ve missed this. How you’ve only prayed to feel these lips again. At some point during the dizzying kissing session, Gojo pulls his clothes off, breaking apart from you to strip himself of his shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving himself in his designer briefs that look way tighter than usual.

Actually, now that you’re noticing it, his entire body looks buffer than usual. Gojo has always had muscles but was leaner three years ago. Now, his muscles are more defined, pushing up against his shirt when he has it on. 

He smirks at your wandering eyes. “Something you like, mama?” he purrs. He takes your hand, running it over his hard abs and chiseled abs where his pink nipples are hard for you, ready to be sucked. “Something…different?” 

“It’s just…you’re so…” You shudder in delight as he slides your hand down his stomach that you could bake cookies on. “Big,” you decide, running your free hand up his forearm. “You don’t have much to do in the Prison Realm except work out and masturbate,” he chuckles. “I wanted to be bigger and stronger for you when I was finally free. And I wanna let you know something, baby.” He leans in then, pressing his lips against your ear. “It’s all yours,” he whispers. “This body…this cock…everything. All of it is yours.” 

You shudder again as his dirty words swirl in your mind. He pulls away, smirking at you. “Lemme show you what I mean.” Then, instantly, he is snapping off your bra and flinging it away before his lips and hands are latching to your nipples. He sucks and licks at your hard, brown nipples like a hungered man, his hands groping the sensitive globes and pinching your nipples with his long, piano fingers. “Look at these beautiful fuckin’ titties,” he says, more to himself than to you. “I’ve missed my girls so much.” 

Your head falls back and your mouth opens, captured by the pleasure he is giving you. “S-Satoru,” you whimper. Every graze of his teeth and lick of his skillful tongue has your pussy gushing. You haven’t been this wet in three years! Actually, you haven’t even been horny in three years. No one has ever been able to arouse you the way Gojo can. 

You find yourself rolling your hips against his knee as your hands grasp his broad shoulders for balance and leverage. Gojo hums as you grind your wet, panty-covered pussy against his knee, smirking up at you playfully. “Grindin’ that pussy on my leg, hm?” he tuts. “Even after three years, you’re still a little slut. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”

He gives one of your titties one last suck before he shoves himself away from you. You stare up at him, confused, while he only gives you a stern look. “Get on the bed and open your legs. I need that pussy in my face.” 

You are helpless to refuse him, especially when your pussy is begging and sobbing for the same thing. You quickly hurry onto the bed and sit back onto your elbows as you open your legs for him. Gojo is between them immediately, his hands ripping off your panties as if they are no more than strings. As soon as he gets a look at your puffy, wet pussy leaking for him, he groans and his cock visibly twitches in his pants. “Shit,” he hisses. “I’ve missed her too.” 

And then he’s giving in like he would the cleanest, purest, bluest waters, his hands under your ass to give him a better angle and a better way to plunge his tongue deeper inside you. He laps and sucks at your pussy and sensitive clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around your hole like he needs it. Craves it.

You grab at his hair, pushing his head deeper into you as you wail and moan to the heavens above. “O-Oh, my God!” you cry out to the ceiling. “‘Tatoru, yes, more! Please give me more! Don’t stop!” 

Your voice bounces off of the bedroom walls, unbound and unashamed. You haven’t had this kind of pleasure––so intense and explosive––in so long. His wet mouth and soft lips feel so good. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue swirls inside your pussy is beyond. You feel incredible…too incredible. Gojo works his mouth fast, pulling you quickly towards an orgasm that gathers in your core and threatens to tumble down over you.

“Wait, Daddy!” you protest. “Slow down! ‘M gonna cum too fast!” 

Gojo’s blue eyes peer up at you through long, white lashes as he continues to lap at your cunt. “Do it,” he demands. “‘Cause I’m finna make you cum as many times as I want to. I’ll make you cream your pretty brains out till dawn, baby. I’m making up for lost time.” 

He ducks back down, going faster, and even adding his long index and middle fingers inside of the wet, tight depths of your pussy. Your walls clench around him instantly as he expertly finds your G-spot and begins gliding his fingers up against it, encouraging you to cum with every stroke of his fingers and tongue. “Do it,” he orders. “Cum for me. Cum around my fingers and my tongue, gorgeous. I’ve got you. I promise.” 

And you know he does. He grips one of your hips with one hand as he finger fucks you with the other, humming “mm-hmm” and other encouraging words that are smothered by your pussy as he drags you closer to your orgasm. When it finally breaks, it crashes onto you like a wave, causing your back to arch off of the bed like you’re experiencing an exorcism. “Fuck!” you sob as you feel your body shake and shudder through your earth-shattering orgasm. 

Moans of Gojo’s government and curses to the stars leave your lips as Gojo carries you through your mind-blowing, body-shaking, earth-quaking orgasm…and even after, when your body aches and your heart is pounding, he continues to eat your pussy.

He continues to lap and suck at your lips, cleaning up the cum that dribbles out your hole and down your asscrack. He licks there too, moaning breathlessly and wantonly as he does. Finally, when he is good and satisfied, he pulls away from you and sits back onto his hands, breathing heavily with his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his saliva. 

A weak moan leaves your lips as your pussy twitches in delight and exhaustion at being stimulated. You feel so, so good. So free. You finally feel as if the sun has finally shown itself behind the gray clouds that have darkened your life for three years. You look at your man adoringly, wanting him to know how much you love him and how good he has made you feel. “Gojo,” you sigh. “That was amazing. I–“ 

“Open your mouth,” he demands. You button your lip, your words failing you immediately. You stare at him blankly, your post-orgasm brain not quite processing his words. Gojo sits up on his knees on the mattress, grabbing his cock in his pants. “You fuckin’ heard me,” he growls. “Open that slutty mouth, now. Don’t make me tell you again, little girl.” He pins you down with an intimidating look that is only intensified by his sapphire eyes. 

Once again, you can’t deny him. While still recovering from your orgasm, you open your mouth wide for him, your plump lips covering your teeth and your tongue out. Just the way he likes it. Gojo walks towards you on his knees and stays beside you as he unbuttons his pants. In one swift motion, he takes down his pants and his briefs, causing his cock to pop out. The long, thick, veiny appendage, bubbling with pre-cum from its pink head, lightly slaps you in the face, causing you to gasp. 

Gojo grabs your neck rather roughly, pulling you towards his cock without properly preparing you or waiting for you to prepare yourself. You stare down at his large dick, alarmed at how hard he is. The veins in his shaft throb as does his head that is quickly turning from a soft pink to an angry red. “Gojo, hold up–“ 

But your words are interrupted by his cock sliding between your lips. A hiss of relief leaves Gojo’s lips as he grips your neck, beginning to rut his hips deep into your mouth. “Sorry, mama,” he groans, “but I can’t be nice to that throat today. I’m just too pent-up. You understand, right?”

You can’t even answer. His cock is too thick; too big; it stretches your mouth out too wide, making your jaw hurt. But all you have to do is breathe through your nose and take it, which Gojo tells you to do so, as he begins to fuck your throat like it’s your pussy. Like it’s his own personal fleshlight. 

“Fuckin’ fuck yes!” Gojo loudly grunts, his voice completely primal and animalistic as he roughly fucks your throat. Though he has fucked your throat before, this time, it feels much, much different. He grips your hair and makes your scalp sting with how much he pulls it. He plunges your throat so fast and so hard in your sloppy throat that saliva drips down your chin and down your tits. He turns your face into his fuck toy, doing with it as he pleases. 

But though primal and animalistic, he is still completely involved with your pleasure. When you suddenly feel his fingers quickly rubbing your clit after licking his palm, your body lurches and your thighs twitch while you whine and protest feebly around his cock. “Theeeere we go,” he chuckles. “That’s what I want. Feel good with me, mama. This is where your weak, right? Right here?” 

He applies more pressure, rubbing your rosebud in time with his thrusts into your throat, his balls swinging against your chin. All you can feel, taste, and smell is him. Your senses are completely overtaken by him. “T-Tawou!” You moan around his cock. “Two mwuch! ‘M sensitive!” Your words are a muffled, jumbled mess around his thick dick, causing more spit to fall from your mouth as you try to speak. 

You go to close your legs, but Gojo’s hand yanking on your hair stops you short. “Uh-uh, sweetie,” he teasingly says. “Don't pull away. You owe me this.” He pushes your head farther down his cock, bottoming out in your mouth, causing him to moan so loud that it echoes in the bedroom. “You owe me this for stayin’ so damn sexy after so long. How is that even possible?” He questions you repeatedly as he fucks your throat harder and faster, grunting as he does so. "How's that possible, huh? Huh? Tell me, baby.” 

You are turned into a total and complete hole the more he fucks your mouth and flicks your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm that has your thighs shaking. Finally, he releases your hair and lets you pull away, causing his cock to pop out of your mouth. “Gonna cum!” you whine, spit and cum all over your mouth. “I’m cummin’ again, Satoru!” 

Gojo stares at your pussy like a kid in a candy store as you cum once again, gushing all around his long fingers and all over the bedsheets. “Gooood girl!” he praises you. “Cum on these fingers, baby. Gimme what I want, but don't get too distracted, mmkay?” He takes his cock and slides himself back home into your mouth even as you moan and your body writhes on the bed. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, transfixed by the way your body moves and your pussy clenches. “That’s what I want. This is what I need.”

He rubs at your clit until he can feel your exhausted body jerking from the aftershocks. He finally pulls away from you then, cock and all, though he is still hard and throbbing. “I need to fuck you now,” he growls, desperation in his eyes. “And I can’t stop until I cum inside you, baby…without a rubber. Is that okay with you?” 

You blink at him, your sight slightly blurred from the two orgasms and your throat raw from it being fucked into oblivion. He must know that you will say yes. He must know that you’ll say yes to anyone he wants or needs. But yet, he still asks because safe sex has always been a priority with him in your relationship. He has always used condoms and has always made a point to not do anything involving PIV sex if he happened to run out.

But now, here he is, telling you that he needs to fuck you raw and cum inside you, possibly breeding you. And you find yourself burning for the same thing like a wildfire has lit inside you. You lean back against the pillows and open your cum-soaked thighs for him, showing him your glistening, puffy, sensitive pussy. “Yes,” you reply. “Fuck me, Daddy. Cum inside me. Breed me.” 

Gojo stares at your pussy, spread open for him like it’s spun gold. Suddenly, the loving, silly, goofy man you’ve grown to love is gone, replaced with one who is starved, rough, demanding, and merciless. It thrills and frightens you.

“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ get it, girl,” he growls before he grabs you, tosses you onto your back, and gets on top of you. “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re spent,” he promises as he throws your legs over his shoulders and prepares to slide deep inside of you until his balls touch your ass. 

When he says this, he means it. Baby, Gojo has you in every position known to man.

He starts first by fucking you in missionary, giving you deep, deep dick that nearly touches your soul and makes you see stars. One of his big, veiny hands wraps around your throat, squeezing gently on your windpipe, while the other pins your thigh open as his cock plunges in and out of your wet, sobbing cunt. He pounds you into the mattress, his big body pressing against yours and his hips nailing your pelvis. 

Then he has you on top in 69, his hands groping and smacking your jiggly ass while he, once again, stuffs his face in your cunt. You suck his dick in time with his tongue laps, gagging and slobbering all over his cock much to his delight. It is sloppy and dirty and messy…and you love every minute of it.

You love how his pubic hairs tickle your chin the deeper you slide him down your throat. You love how your eyes sting with tears as he tickles the back of your throat. You love the way his tongue slides from your pussy hole to your asshole, lapping at each one as if they’re the best things he’s ever tasted. 

He fucks on your back, hanging off the bed. He fucks you on your stomach, your ass tooted up while his feet are firmly planted on the bed, hammering his dick deep inside of you. He sucks you on your side, his hands cupping your jiggling breasts while his lips caress your neck and shoulder. And he makes you cum every. Single. Time. 

By the time he has you on your knees with his cock buried deep in your pussy once again and your arms pulled behind your back, your body is aching for rest and your pussy is a mushy, gushy mess around his cock. 

But still you persist, moaning and screaming at the top of your lungs the harder he fucks you. Your voice, along with his own, the creaking bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, fills the air around you. “Yes, yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me!” you babble, your words a jumbled mess.

Gojo cackles from behind you, loving how slutty and broken you are on his cock. “You feelin’ good, baby?” he asks. “This dick makin’ you feel good? Don’t have to use those damn toys or those fingers anymore, no. You’ve got me now and I’ll take good, good care of this pussy.” 

He slams his hips harder against your ass, making it bounce and jiggle. The harder he goes, the more intense your orgasm gets and you find yourself about to have your sixth orgasm of the day…or night. Is it nighttime now? You can't tell. You’ve been at this for hours, fucking and cumming all over the bed. You don't even know what day it is anymore.

All you can think about is Gojo’s dick and cumming on it. “Shit, I’m gonna cum again!” you sob. 

Gojo’s hand circles around your throat, choking you. “Cum on this dick,” he demands. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it for me, baby!”

And you do. Like a puppet on a string being controlled by the white-haired, big-dicked man behind you, you writhe in the air and cum all over his cock. A weak, long moan leaves your lips as you come undone, all self-control leaving you. Gojo pulls out of you with a hiss, talking about how “fuckin’ tight” you are. When you’re released, your arms fall to your sides as you crumble onto the mattress, falling face-first into the pillow. Your body is hot and sweaty, your pussy is twitching, your ass is stinging from his assault on it. You are completely spent. 

Gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, smiling at your exhaustion. “Aww, is my baby tired now?” he coos. You weakly moan in response, too tired to speak. “Too bad because I still need to cum inside you. You did ask me to breed you and I’ve gotta make this count.” 

Before you can even protest, he is grabbing your weak body and forcing you onto your knees, hiking your ass up for him. He sinks into your overly sensitive, used pussy once more, drawing a moan out of both of you. You let him do as he pleases, too exhausted to fight or argue.

He takes hold of your hips and ruts into you like his life depends on it, nailing that spot again and again that makes you see the entire universe behind your eyelids. It feels so damn good. He fucks you at a breakneck pace, going faster with each second that passes. “O-Oh, s-shit!” you scream into the mattress. “F-Fuck, Daddy, f-f-u-uck!” 

Gojo’s fucking is egged on by your moans, his pelvis slamming into your ass and taking your very breath away. “Take this cock,” he groans. “Take all of this dick, baby. It’s yours. All of it is fuckin’ yours. It always was and always will be.” He hikes up his leg and fucks you on one knee, causing him to grow louder and his moans to become more desperate and needy. 

“God, I missed this!” he whines. “I’ve been fucking burning for you, baby. Needed you so, so much!” You picture him in the Prison Realm, his hand wrapped around his cock as he is surrounded by darkness and loneliness. As tears spring into your eyes, you lift yourself up onto weak arms to look back at him. “Then show me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you’ve missed me. Cum inside me, ‘Tarou, baby.” 

You begin to toss your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust. Gojo takes what you give him and serves it right back, moving in tandem with you. “You want me to cum?” he asks. You nod, moaning and whimpering as you feel his cock begin to swell inside you. “You want me to feel that pussy up?” he grunts. “Want me to make you a mommy? Want me to give you a kid? My kid?” 

He begins to pound your pussy into the mattress again, picking up speed. You can feel your last orgasm rising, ready to rip through you. “Say it to me, mama,” he demands. “Tell me you want my baby. Lemme hear it.” 

“Yes!” you cry out. “Yes, Satoru, I want your child! I wanna mother your baby!” That must please Gojo because he begins rolling his hips harshly against your ass, rutting into you like he’s trying to fit a home run. His handsome face is red and glittering in sweat, his snow-white hair plastered to his wet forehead.

“Can’t wait to see you full with me,” he groans. “Can’t wait till this tummy is round with my baby and those tits are full of milk. You’re gonna look so, so pretty carryin’ my baby, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the best mommy ever.” 

And he’ll be the best daddy ever. That is all you can think as you feel your own orgasm rising at the same time as him, like the sun and the moon rising in unison in the sky. Forever bonded. Forever together.

“Gonna cum,” Gojo warns. “Gonna cum deep inside you. You’d better cum with me too. Cum all over my cock, baby. Cum with me while I fill this little pussy up.” 

You nod and wail into the pillow, gripping it for dear life as another blinding orgasm rips through your body. Gojo fucks into your wet, cum-soaked pussy until he feels his own nut coming and he desperately fucks you to chase his high. “Cumming!” he babbles. “‘M cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!”

And when he fills you up, it’s explosive. It’s deep. It’s intense. It fills every part of you, filling you with warmth and the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. You weakly moan as you feel his cum fill your tummy, no doubt reaching your womb. He stills for a moment, plugging his cum inside you, before slowly and sloppily rocking his hips into you to fuck his cum deep into your pussy. 

When he is finally sure that you’re good and bred, he puts his hands on his narrow hips and whistles tiredly. “Shit,” he sighs. “I really needed that.” You moan in agreement. He then pulls out of you slowly, causing you to whimper quietly as your aching pussy is no longer filled.

He stares at it between your thighs, humming appetizingly. “Mmm, now that’s a sight: a pretty, fucked pussy drippin’ with my cum. Don’t mind if I do.” 

Then his mouth is between your thighs again, lapping gently at his and your cum mingled together all over your pussy and inner thighs. You arch your back for him, moaning softly at his soft, careful tongue strokes.

When he finishes, you turn to him, finding his semi-hard cock dripping with your mingled fluids. “You still got some left here, Daddy,” you coo before moving to lap up the cum you left behind on his cock. He allows it, his hand in your hair while he sighs about how good you are. 

Once you are cleaned up and all is said and done, the two of you finally lay side by side in your bed, together again at last. You curl into his chest, leaning your head against his heart and wrapping your arms around him. He welcomes it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead “Welcome home, baby,” you whisper as you look up at him. “Now you gonna tell me how you got out?” 

He looks down at you, almost as if he forgot he was supposed to answer a bunch of your very important questions. “Oh, Itadori did that,” he explains like he’s telling you the weather. “He’s a smart kid, y’know. Say, you up for some sushi? I’m cravin’ some fish right now.” 

All you can do is laugh and kiss your man before getting the takeout menu that you keep in the nightstand next to the bed. All the important questions can wait.

For now, all you want and need is him.

THE END.

[misserabella]

hello!! I would like to make a request please. ellie x reader... imagine the reader is ellie's, hot, attractive, smart, sweet and flirty new roommate who ellie has a fucking crush on and was getting hard to control, mainly because her roommate wore short skirts in most of the time and until one day Ellie comes home and the reader is coming out of the bathroom with only a small towel covering her naked body making Ellie very horny and awkward at the same time? can end in kisses and smut? 🤭

thank you 🫶🏻

pt2!

a/n; you are just a fucking tease and she knows!!😭

playing games ♡

cw; flirty! reader, weed usage, smoking, masturbation (ellie), sexual thoughts, tension, fingering (r receiving), the knee thing, thigh riding, oral (r receiving), nipple play, choking, degradation, praise, cum eating, teasing… 18+ content minors dni!!

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

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“els, could you please hand me that book?” your sweet voice called out for her, your beautiful eyes begging for her to reach to the top of the bookcase and hand it to you, since you couldn’t reach, even on your tip-toes.

your ass was poking out, your mini little white skirt rolling up your hips as your back arched and your chest rose, nipples hard under your fluffy blouse.

ellie’s body stiffened, and her eyes tried really hard to not trail down your body ‘cause… fuuuck, we’re those lace panties you were wearing? why was that skirt so fucking short, oh god…

“els?” she snapped out of her mind when you called out for her, and you pretended to not know, to not notice the way she was staring at you.

“yeah, sure.” she managed to say, stepping closer, trying not to think too much about how good you smelled. she was almost brushing you as she reached for it, and you moved back just the slightest to lay on her. she took a deep breath and handed it to you.

you smiled, looking up at her with those sweet eyes of yours and plushy lips.

“thanks.” you said, and she had to look and step away, or else she’d sure fuck it all up and kiss you right now.

living with you was easy, or at least it was, before she had developed a crush on you. she couldn’t help it really. ‘cause you were beautiful, and funny, and smart, and gentle and…

shit. she was truly whipped.

she loved spending time with you, and seeing you smile… but also hated the fact that she couldn’t cuddle up with you while on movie night, or kiss the lipgloss off of your lips every time you did your makeup…

sometimes all she wanted was to answer to your flirty texts how she really wanted to, but she knew that you were probably messing up with her since you two were good friends… right?

sometimes… sometimes they really got to her.

you had gone away for the weekend to visit your parents, and you were missing ellie… so why not text her?

els…

hey pretty girl, how’s everything at your parents ?

‘s good, but i miss you

i feel so alone when you’re not around…

ellie couldn’t help but blush, her heart jumping in her chest. she missed you too. so fucking much…

i miss you too

but dw, i’m sure the time will pass soon

but i want you now

her eyes widened, her breath hitched.

you need me?

mmmh, wish you were here

she sighed. she knew you weren’t texting this in a dirty way. you loved having ellie around, and you’d told her so many many times, but her mind couldn’t help but wonder… think about the possibility that you were, think about what you could be wearing. would you be on your pjs? maybe on just a shirt and panties, maybe…

her eyes closed as her hand palmed her cunt over her sweatpants.

she thought about you, about how sweet you sounded late at night when you were tired and begged her to sleep with you, about how you’ll always press yourself against her chest and play with her hair, about how you’d groan when she’d move just to bury your face on her neck, breath hitting her skin…

and before she knew it her hand was down her sweats, and she was so wet…

“fuck.” she groaned. “yeah baby? you need me? need me to fuck you all dumb and pretty for me, hm?” she gasped, her fingers rolled her clit. “i will, shit, i’ll fuck you so good…, will have you dripping all over my sheets…” she moaned loudly when her fingers plunged inside her cunt and started to fuck herself. “fuck, just like that baby, just like that…” her hips pushed against her hand. “so good…” she sighed, biting down on her lip when her fingers curled and hit that deep spot on her gummy walls that had her thighs shaking.

she lost herself to her pleasure, roughly fucking herself while thinking about you, whining and whimpering in need. shit, she knew she shouldn’t be thinking about you this way, but she was gonna cum, and she couldn’t stop.

it wasn’t long before she was cumming all over her fingers, grunting softly and moaning your name. she was breathing heavily once she had came down from it, and her fingers were glistening in cum when she finally pulled them out from her wet pussy.

her response to your message came minutes after.

why don’t i come and visit you?

-

ellie had started to catch some things about you. you seemed to love short skirts, like a lot. you were always wearing them around her. and god if it wasn’t driving her crazy. that, and that you liked to match your underwear to them.

tonight you had gone for black. the tiny mini jean skirt that you were wearing was pleaded, and so short that it was impossible to not show everything. and as always, you’d gone for her favorite: lace. black thin lace that hugged your ass so perfectly it had her uncomfortably shifting on the sofa, underwear getting wet.

fuck, this couldn’t be real. you looked too good, like a mother fucking dream. and she was fucking high.

“so that’s when i told her how bad her flirting was.” you laughed, smoking your own joint.

“how so?” she asked, wanting to hear you talk for ages and ages and ages. there was nothing she loved more than your voice.

“okay. so when you want to flirt with someone, you can do it in two simple ways.” you started, and she got comfortable, shifting to face you on the sofa. “the most subtle one, or the straight one.” she laughed.

“ ‘the subtle one’ ? what’s that?”

“well, for starters. the eyes. you need to like let them fall, just a little bit, look more relaxed, dazed, and blink slow…” you explained. “like this.” you did so, staring at ellie in a way that made her whole body run down in shivers, but she hide it, simply humming.

“yeah? what else?” you tried to hide a smirk, playing dumb. she was getting closer.

“touch.” you muttered, and your hand fell on her thigh, softly, just a simple stroke. ellie almost groaned. “just the slightest, and never enough.” you smiled, never moving up, where she was aching. “ and then… your lips.” you said. “bite them… lick them… if you wanna make it more straight forward do it while staring at the other’s lips.” you showed her, and she almost cursed. ‘cause you were looking at her lips as if you truly wanted to kiss her right now, and her hands were shaking.

she nodded when you looked back at her eyes.

“yeah.” she croaked, nodding. why was it so hot in here? “you’re… good.” she awkwardly said, clearing her throat, and you chuckled as she took a hit of her blunt.

‘you’re good’? seriously? jesus fucking christ.

“oh, i’m definitely good.” you teased her, and she almost choked. you laughed at the way her cheeks flushed and she coughed, green reddish eyes widening. “that’s the more forward option.” you clarified, and winked an eye.

yeah. it’s… definitely forward.

she coughed once again, drinking some water and shifting on her seat.

and you tried to play dumb when half an hour later ellie decided to say good night early, since she was ‘exhausted’, and you surely ignored every and each one of her sighs that came out loud enough to reach your ears on the other side of the wall.

-

ellie considered herself to be a really patient person. she knew how to hold it together. how to keep herself under control. but this…

you were just out of the shower when you got home, covered in just a mere fucking towel that almost didn’t cover you. your whole legs were exposed, your plushy thighs on display… droplets of water were still sticking to your chest, and your cheeks where flushed due to the hot steam. she couldn’t help but stare. stare at the little piece of cloth that hid your core, almost exposing you whole. she shifted awkwardly, trying to look away, but it was hard, every time her eyes finding back your beautiful body. shit. fuck.

your breasts were about to burst out of the towel, and when your eyes found her her heart stopped.

“els! you’re back.” you smiled at her. “how was your day?”

she looked at your eyes, trying really hard to keep them there. “uh…, ehm, good, yeah, what uhh, what about you?” she stuttered, and her cheeks flushed. fuck.

you rose your eyebrows. “everything okay ellie?” you inquired, taking a step closer. she almost took one backwards. “you seem kinda nervous.” you teased her, taking her one step closer.

“what are you doing?” she inquired, her voice low as you lifted your arms up her shoulders and circled her neck. she was boiling, her eyes falling to your chest as you curved your back and pushed it against hers.

“me?” you asked, puppy eyes and a lost gaze. playing pretend. “nothing…” you whispered, leaning in, your gaze on her plushy lips. you gasped and later let out a chocked out laughter when one of her hands snapped up to your neck, holding you still, only mere inches keeping you apart.

“you’re a fucking tease, you know that?” she chuckled, a pissed smirk on her face. “here you got me thinking i’m imagining the way you always seem to wear those tiny clothes around me, or how you talk and look at me… but you really are playing with me, aren’t you?” she muttered, one of her hands gripping your hip. to pull you against her. “did you have fun seeing how much i could take, hm?” her eyes were on your lips too. “did you wanted my attention that bad, baby?” you nodded, body aching. “well, you’ve got it.” she muttered before her lips crashed against yours, a needy moan leaving your mouth as you tugged on her hair and she pushed you against the wall, one of her thighs slotting in between your thighs.

“fuck, ellie…” you cried out when she ground you down on her leg, your clint deliciously rubbing against her jeans and dampening the clothing.

“you’re driving me insane.” she groaned, her skin itching to touch you, her bones aching to have you.

you moaned when the hand that was choking you harshly cupped your tit, the knot of the towel that covered becoming undone and exposing your breasts. her lips latched to your nipple as she pressed you harsher against the wall and the hand on her hip couldn’t help but move south, finding your core. she was needy, so horny that she felt she would die if she stopped touching you, making you let out those beautiful little sounds that you where whimpering.

“shit, and you’re so fucking wet…” you let out a scream when she plunged two fingers inside, instantly hitting your g spot. your back arched when she started to fuck you with them, you being so wet to made them slide easily in and out. “this what you wanted, huh? this is what my pretty girl needed, isn’t it? to be a little rough with her, fuck the little tease out of her, hm?”

“fuck, yes, ellie, yes…” you sobbed, moving against her hand, fucking her fingers deeper into your cunt. “wanted this for so long…” you whimpered in between the pants that left your lungs.

“yeah?” she teased you. “you poor thing. it’s okay baby, gonna make you feel so good…”

next thing you knew? she was on her knees, and you were moaning as her tongue lapped at your juices, lips sucking on your clit. your hand tangled on her hair, pulling for more. she hummed, eating you out with hunger. you were as sweet as she had imagined, and sounded just as beautiful too as she brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

you were crashing your hips down against her mouth, her nose bumping against her clit over and over again. you were a mess as her fingers started to curve against your g spot, her tongue licking at your leaking hole. she hummed when you tugged on her hair, and you moaned when she pushed you down harder with her hand, eating you out like a starved woman. “fuck ellie, gonna cum…” you whimpered, so close to falling over the edge it was embarrassing.

“you gonna cum on my face, baby?” you nodded and she smirked. “that’s it, cum for me baby, atta girl.” and you did, ellie fucking you through it with her fingers as her lips sucked on your swollen and over sensitive clit, you were moaning her name over and over again as she licked everything you gave her, extending your orgasm and keeping you up when your legs wobbled. “you did so good for me… such a good girl…” you moaned at her praise, and tugged from her hair for more when she was back on her feet and kissing you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. “gonna keep being a good girl and help me make me feel good?” she inquired, and you nodded. “that’s my girl.” she smiled, and before you knew it, she was tugging from your hand towards her bedroom.

♡

a/n; enough smut or do we want more? 🤭

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[thewulf]

Frozen || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Aaron has a new neighbor, a sweet young woman. There's something between them. She new in the city and he invites her when he has the team over for a bbq... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahh, just love him! Enjoy :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 5.2k+

It was hot. Way too hot. You’d been out weeding the garden for far too long now. A sweaty mess with dirt coating far too many different parts of your body. Super cute look. You were on a mission to get the damn garden bed weeded out. You’d, very fortunately, inherited the house from your aging grandma who wanted to downsize. You’d visited throughout the years and fell in love with the home and the area. The best thing about having a small family is that nobody fought you for the home.

But boy, were you in over your head. It wasn’t a massive home you’d just never owned one before and things were a tad overwhelming. Everything suddenly becoming your responsibility when you were least expecting it. Not that you were complaining. You owned a paid off home. How much better could it get than that?

The only thing that seemed to rip you right from your focus of pulling weeds was the small voice of boy behind you wondering about you, “Daddy! Who’s that new lady?” Shit. You were in the middle of crawling around the damn garden bed. Cursing lightly, you stood and turned towards the sidewalk with a smile on your face while simultaneously attempting wipe the dirt off your face but only smudging it further.

When you turned your heart about sunk to the floor. Why you? Why of all people that had to walk on by was it him? You were looking into the eyes of perhaps one of the most handsome men you’d come across in all of your years. And you were covered in dirt? The universe was playing a cruel trick on you.

Looking down at yourself you cursed yourself again. Quickly you looked back to the boy responding to him, “Hello.” You waved to the small boy keeping your eyes off his extremely attractive father, “I just moved in here.”

His eyes lit up, “A new neighbor?” He looked up to what you assumed to be his dad with big bright eyes pulling on his pants, “What happened to Mrs. Fields?” He looked you over curiously.

An interested one, he took a few steps forward to converse with you. A fearless little guy, “Mrs. Fields is my grandma. She wanted to go live in a warmer place, so she let me have her home and she moved down south.”

He took another few steps, almost to you now. His father had a pleading look in his eyes as if to apologize for his chatty son, “Cool! Do you like dinosaur’s?” He asked you excitedly.

“I love dinosaurs.” You knelt down so you were chatting with him on his level, “They’re like the coolest animals.” You responding drawing both a soft smile out of his father and fist pump from the little one.

“I know right!” He stepped even closer now, “Which one is your favorite?”

“Jack.” His father put a gentle hand on his sons shoulder, “You can ask about dinosaur’s another time. She’s busy.”

You shook your head looking up to him from your crouched position, “It’s alright. Gives me an excuse to take a break.” You turned back to Jack giving him a sweet smile, “My favorite dinosaur has to be the Velociraptor.”

He nodded excitedly at you, “That’s a good pick, but not the best…. Wait, what’s your name?” He asked after realizing he hadn’t asked earlier.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Jack.” You held you hand out for the little boy to take or reject.

He happily took your hand in his, albeit being three times the size. With a cheeky grin coating his face he responded, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. That’s my dad! Daddy”

You looked away from Jack at his dad smiling at him, dirty face, and all, “Hi dad.” You waved up to him.

You could’ve sworn a hint of a blush crossed his face, “Aaron.” He held out his hand for you to take. Offering help up from the squat you’d been stuck in for a little too long. You took it feeling all too comfortable doing so, “We live next door.” He pointed over to his house, “Let either of us know if you ever need anything. Jack here loves to help.” He patted his sons head. For some reason that didn’t surprise you, not a bit.

“Thank you.” Your raging anxiety of home ownership dwindling a bit as you got to know the seemingly handy man next door.

He nodded smiling down at you, “We mean it. Now, let’s go Jack. You have homework to finish before soccer tonight.”

He groaned, “Okay dad. Bye Y/N.” He hugged your leg quickly before waltzing off with a pep in his step.

“Bye Jack.” You laughed watching him run over to his home, sliding in through the back door they left open.

“He’s a cutie.” You turned back to the rather striking man who just happened to be your neighbor. You wondered who his wife was. What she looked like. He had to have one right?

He ran a hand through his hair letting out a soft sigh, “He’s a handful, that’s for sure.”

“Aren’t all young boys?” You grinned.

He nodded, “That might be the truth.” He let out a small laugh, “I’ll let you get back to it. Nice meeting you Y/N.” His smile made him even more handsome. Damn. Did you have a crush on the older neighbor or what?

You nodded, “Likewise, see you around Aaron.” He tried to slow his racing heart hearing his name off your lips. Oh, he was in trouble. He waved going to the front of the house before disappearing within it.

See him around you did, whenever he was home at least. You’d become fast friends with Jack often playing with his dinosaurs in your shared backyards. You couldn’t say no to the sweet face when he asked so kindly, not even if you tried. Aaron had told you plenty of times that it was okay to ignore him, but you couldn’t. Especially when Aaron was home, he’d always come outside and join the two of you when he had the time.

You’d gotten to know, and love, the far too kind man over the last few months. You’d learned of his devastating past. You’d felt awful for him and just as equally broken for Jack. He’d lost his mom before he even got to know her and cherish her.

He’d gotten to know you too. Falling just as much for you as you did him. You were something nobody, but he and Jack knew about. A simple pleasure to come home to. He’d learned how you were a nurse, but you were back in school going for a Nurse Practitioner position. Aaron admired your drive for what you did. He really just admired you. The far too cute for your own good neighbor he’d never admitted he had a crush on. 

You asked about work. He didn’t tell you much. But as the months progressed his lips became like putty around you. Anything you asked he answered. It felt to right to fight whatever this was. You were too young for him. Too you, he had to keep telling himself.

You’d learned about the team. How Derek was a player but a lover deep down. How Reid was the boy genius of the group. How JJ turned out to excel as a profiler. You’d learned about them all. It felt like you knew them. It felt odd to think you knew people who didn’t have a clue about you.

So, one summer evening a devious plan sparked in your mind as you were sitting in the sandbox across from Aaron. You smiled up at him giving him a look. A look he picked up on, “What?” He asked making sure not to draw Jack’s attention away from the castle he was building.

You shook your head, “Nothing, just thinking.”

“About?” He pressed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees looking right at you.

“We should have a cookout. A barbeque. When you guys are here for a weekend.” You said as nonchalantly as possible feeling the nerves bubble up when you spoke.

He raised an eyebrow processing it. He’d kept you as his own for so long. Would it ruin things if he mixed his personal life with his work life like it had so often before? He knew deep down that’s why he was hiding you away. Every time these paths crossed bad, bad things happened. He couldn’t be the reason why somebody else got hurt. He wouldn’t.

“If you want.” You added making sure there was no pressure. You understood his apprehension to letting you all the way in.

“Sure.” The words were out of his mouth before he really thought about it too much longer. The grin that crossed your face was all worth it though. He’d really do anything to see that smile.

“Really?”

He nodded, “Next weekend? If we don’t get called in? I can ask the team Monday.” He didn’t want to blow their phones up on a weekend off. Rare as they were. He knew the chances were slim that it’d happen that weekend, but he wanted to show you he was committed to it.  

You nodded gleefully, “That sounds great. I’ll iron out the details this weekend.” You were a little nervous at the thought. But you knew they had to be great if he talked so highly of them.

He was wrong. They had an easy case that week that brought them home early on a Friday. They all said their goodbyes planning to meet at his place around 6:00 that night for the cookout. You’d gotten the final confirmation and started preparing everything the second he gave you the green light. It didn’t have to be perfect but you sure as hell wanted it to go smoothly.

There was nothing to stress about, just as Aaron had reassured you numerous times that evening leading up to everybody arriving. He could see the anxiety radiating off you

“Would you stop staring?” You asked pacing back and forth trying to think of any last-minute details.

He shook his head, “Not until you relax.”

You let out a huff. It was sweet but not the right time, “I just want it to go well, that’s all. I’ll relax once everybody is here.”

He was right, naturally. There was nothing to be stressed about. Each one more lovely than the next. Jack had gravitated towards you most of the night, even holding your hand and hiding behind you when Rossi was playing with him. Derek noticed Hotch watching you throughout the night. Smiling more than he’d ever seen the man before in his life. Derek clocked it quickly. Hotch probably didn’t even realize what he was doing. A man who was about to deny his feelings.

Derek had cornered his boss in the kitchen of his home not having a clue you were sitting in the room over responding to a few texts you ignored while getting the party ready.

“Hotch, what the hell?” You heard Derek’s booming voice from where you were sitting. You peaked up from your phone way too curious to hear the conversation that was so easily heard from the kitchen.

“What?” He sounded a bit taken aback by the confrontation, if only you could see their faces.

Derek laughed, “You know what.”

A brief pause, “I’m afraid I don’t Morgan.” He sounded a little agitated now. Nothing like he did when he was with you. It was interesting to watch him, listen to him, in such a different environment than the two of you had found so often.

You didn’t know Derek, but you had to assume he was rolling his eyes at that moment, “You like her. Your neighbor. Y/N.” This, you were not expecting.

“What are you talking about?” He answered. Ouch. Your heart was still racing though. What in the hell was he going to say next?

“Don’t play dumb. You’ve been smiling like a love drunk fool for the last two hours. You’ve been watching her like a hawk.” Profilers were scary. You hadn’t even noticed. Far too preoccupied with socializing and making sure everything was going okay.

He sighed, “She’s too young Derek.” You frowned. That was just untrue. You were in your late twenties. What’s twelve or so years?

“She’s not too young. Stop that. You’re talking yourself out of it.” Derek replied to his friend.

What came next hurt, hurt deeply, “She’s not my type though. She’s too young and not my type. It would never happen.” The sting that came from your heart radiated with each pulse.

Derek let out a howl, “That’s rich Hotchner. Whatever you want to tell yourself boss man.”

You didn’t let yourself hear the rest of the conversation. You shot right out of his house making a beeline towards the ladies with a fake ass smile adorning it. You’d successfully avoided him the rest of the night not able to bear the thought of looking at him. Who were you kidding? He was just being kind to you because you were kind to his son. Nothing more. Nothing less. No hard feelings. But you had the feelings. Real feelings that weren’t going to go away unless he went away. Operation avoid Aaron Hotchner was a go.

You’d been successful the better part of a month. Lucky for you he had been pretty wrapped up in cases leaving you and Jack more time to connect while Jess watched him. When Aaron was there you’d strategically leave when he showed up bidding a goodnight with some lame ass excuse. Jack would wine and Aaron would give you a pained nod in response. You never gave them much time to question you before you dashed home.

Aaron wasn’t dumb. This was his job for God’s sake. He knew it had something to do with him, but he couldn’t pinpoint what he could’ve done, and it was slowly driving him mad. Jack was getting frustrated too. You’d be fine until dad came around. He needed to figure it out. He missed you. He missed laughing and smiling with you.

He’d thought about it for days while he was off on a case. He thought about it as the team landed at the airport late on a Saturday night merging into Sunday morning. You on the other hand were having the time of your life out with your friends drinking far too much. Tipsiness, soon to be drunkenness, consumed your body throughout the night. You pouted when your friends pulled you into the backseat of one of their boyfriends SUV’s, making sure to drop all the girls off safe and sound.

You’d waved them off before you had the chance to actually enter the house. You fumbled with your keys before finding the right one. A shiver ripped down your spine, it was chilly. Odd for a summer evening you thought to yourself.

You turned the key in the lock only to rip the key right in half as you turned it. One half in your hand and the other stuck in the lock, “Fuck.” You began to panic. Your spare key was with a friend so you couldn’t even get in through the back. You tried to pick the key out of the lock only to be met with resistance. You were far too drunk to be dealing with this right now. The lock kept going in and out of focus.

You looked down at your phone, no. No, there was no way in hell you were calling him. You were too young and not his type. You couldn’t be the burden. Think, you had to think. After standing there for far too long without a damn thought in your mind you sat down on the bench you had outside. No locksmith’s would be open at this hour. Your parents were out of state. You didn’t have any family around. You could try and call a friend, but they were all probably still too drunk and passed out by now.

You groaned laying back on the bench thankful you’d at least turned the house light on before you left. Deciding that sleep would be better than lying awake dizzy all night you tried your best to get some sleep. Teeth chattering you curled up in a ball trying to preserve some warmth it felt like sleep would never come.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because when you were woken up very abruptly it was still dark. You let out a small yelp before thrashing out at whomever grabbed your wrist.

“It’s me.” That familiar voice calmed you down instantly. Your thrashing stopped but your head still spun. Yup, you were definitely still drunk. Damn tequila sodas were lethal to you. But you’d never stop.

“What?” You asked far too confused. Shivering even more than you were earlier. What time was it anyway?

He pulled you up in a swift motion shrugging his jacket off placing it around your shivering frame softly, “What are you doing?” He asked urgently feeling how cold you really were as he held onto your frozen wrists.

You mumbled something incoherent feeling the ill effects of the cold. You wrapped his warm jacket around you further trying to find any ounce of warmth you could in it. It smelled too damn good on top of it. It made your already dizzy head even fuzzier.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek trying to get you to look at him, “Can you hear me?” His heart was racing. One moment he was pulling into the driveway. He always looked over at your house just to check, he always did when he pulled in late. His heart about dropped out of his body when he saw you laying there. He hadn’t thought much of it before running over to you. You were okay. You were fine. When you didn’t respond to his calls he had to resort to shaking you gently.

You mumbled some more clear “Yes’s”, but he still didn’t buy it. Not a bit. He looked you over quickly making sure you weren’t hurt before turning your body to his.

“That’s it.” He didn’t waste a second more before scooping you up into his arms with ease. You leaned your head into his chest shamelessly absorbing the warmth within you. It just felt too good to pass up. You’d let yourself be embarrassed later.

Once he got you inside he set you down on the couch. He wrapped you from head to toe in a few different blankets. You nuzzled in suddenly very thankful your neighbor had not only found you put kind of saved your ass. You were cold. Freezing. Who knows what you would’ve been like in the morning. Frozen most likely.

“I put a few blankets in the dryer for ten minutes. That should help warm you up.” Aaron squatted down so he was level with your horizontal body. With the utmost caution he brushed some hair out of your eyesight. Your body shivered at his touch sending a grimace to his face.

“Thank you.” You were more coherent but totally tipsy. The effects of the alcohol had finally started dying down, but it was still there.

His eyes snapped to yours. He must’ve been thinking the same thing. Not expecting you to be coherent just yet, “What the hell were you doing? Thinking? You could’ve been attacked out there. You could’ve frozen to death out there Y/N.” He sighed knowing he needed to reel it back. You were probably just as freaked out as he was.

You turned away. His stare suddenly too much for you to handle, “I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes willing the alcohol to just go away.

He ran a hand through his dark hair. He needed to try again, “What happened?” There, that was a start.

You started on how you went out with your friends and ending with the “My key snapped in the lock.” Holding up the broken stub still attached to your keyring.

Aaron frowned taking it from you, “Why didn’t you call.”

You shrugged, “Didn’t want to bother you.”

A groan escaped his lips, “You are never a bother. You have to know that. Please, just call me next time, okay?” Again, he wracked his brain for anything that he could’ve done. Why you’d pulled back so suddenly on him. It just didn’t make sense. What happened at the cookout? What did he do?

“Okay.” You didn’t feel like arguing. Not anymore. You were tired and cold but thankfully warming up. You knew that’d appease the man.

He sat down from the kneeling position, “Thank you.”

You didn’t respond only nodding a little. You finally felt warm. Wiggling your toes, you sighed in relief. He just watched you. Watched as your eyes drooped, clearly tired. Before he could respond the dryer went off. He shot to his feet the moment he heard it go off, “Wait here.”

You didn’t listen. You shrugged off the blankets. Why oh why were you still so drunk? You tried shrugging it off. Pushing off the couch you stood to your feet wobbling in the slightest. You hadn’t made it a few steps before you heard his voice again.

“What are you doing?” His scolding voice asked you. Your eyes shot up from the floor looking right at him. Blood rushed right to your cheeks. Busted. What else would’ve happened? You weren’t thinking right.

“Walking.” You smiled hesitantly feeling the room begin to spin around you.

He didn’t return the smile. His lips drawn in a harsh line. Mean Aaron Hotchner was terrifying. You wobbled slightly before stepping to the side.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve died out there! You were half frozen when I found you. Somebody could have found you before I did! Did you even think? You’ll be lucky if you don’t catch pneumonia let alone a nasty cold.” He dropped the warm blankets on the ground ready for the inevitable. He was pissed but he was trying to reel it in for your sake. You looked like a scared deer caught in some headlights.

You shook your head quickly, “I’m sorry.” You mumbled for a second time wiping your eyes quickly, not daring to cry in front of him right now. It was too much though, he was too much, “I can’t… I can’t do this.” You let out trying to walk around him. But between the tears, alcohol, achy muscles, and him you nearly tripped right onto your face had he not been standing right there. With quick reflexes Aaron caught you before you toppled completely. He pulled you up into his arms.

“What is going on Y/N?” His eyes searched yours as he steadied you back on your feet, desperate for some kind of answer. You stepped back away from his burning grip you liked far too much. Far, far too much for somebody who didn’t like you. Staying away from Aaron Hotchner was just not working. The operation was suddenly amiss.

Fuck it. Who cares if he knew? You’d blame the alcohol for this confession anyway, “I heard you.” You let out.

He shook his head, unsure of what you were referring to, “Where? What’d you hear?” He was afraid you’d heard some gruesome detail of his job he’d never be able to recover from. He wasn’t expecting you to say the next words that came out of your mouth though.

“At the barbeque. You and Derek in the kitchen.” You looked down and away. Anywhere but his eyes, you just couldn’t. Not after admitting that.

He thought for a moment and cursed. How could he have been so stupid? You watched as he registered your words. His mouth opened to say something before it closed, taking it back. Never letting that thought come to life.

You couldn’t take the silence, not knowing what he was thinking, “I’m sorry, let me call a friend. I’ll get out of here.”

He shook his head quickly, “No, please don’t.” He picked up a blanket before wrapping it around you at a distance, “Stay. Sit. Please?” He spoke in broken sentences as he watched you. Watched as you went through the different options in your head.

Of course, you would. You’d do anything for him, that much was clear. A sucker for Aaron Hotchner. You walked over to the kitchen table with him close in tow just in case you were to stumble again. He only relaxed when you were seated and steady. You place your hands on the table waiting for him to say something. You were at a loss for words, it was his turn to speak.

He looked around before his eyes landed on your glassy ones, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” It sounded awful as it came out of his mouth, and he knew it. He knew it from the way your eyebrow arched up as if to question him.

You couldn’t help the light chuckle that escaped your lips, “Clearly.”

“No.” He groaned palming his hands across his face, “That’s not what I meant. I just wanted him to back off is all. It was the easiest thing to do to get him to do so.” Aaron pleaded both with his hands and his eyes right next to you at the table.

You rolled your eyes. You wanted to believe him. You really did. But were you too young? Were you not his type? I mean you were you. Not unattractive but not the most beautiful creature to walk across the stage either.

“Y/N, Jesus, I…” He sighed taking one of your hands by surprise. Your eyes finally found his again. He’d finally gotten your attention again, “I feel things for you that I shouldn’t. You aren’t too young for me but I’m far too old for you. You’re incredible. Kind. Sweet. One of the funniest people I’ve ever met. The way you treat Jack is unlike anything I’d ever dreamed of. As hard as it is for me to say, you should find somebody that isn’t as old as me.” He smiled giving your hand a squeeze before hesitantly dropping it.

You let out a breath you’d been holding in. Well, he’d laid it all out on the line for you. It made sense. But it didn’t. He didn’t even give a chance to voice your opinion. You didn’t care. It didn’t bother you. You in fact had never met anybody like him before. No man had ever asked you the question he’d asked you before. Gotten to know you so deeply, right down to your core. It wasn’t even really your fault you fell in love with the man as quickly as you did. He did everything you wanted, you needed.

You took his hand back, relishing in the feeling, “What if I don’t want to?”

“You should.” He tried once more.

But you weren’t having it, “Not.”

He shook his head letting his fingers lace with yours, “Y/N.”

“Aaron.” You widened your eyes giving his hand a squeeze this time, “Can I have a word now?”

He nodded, “Yeah, sorry.” That was the second time you’d seen a blush on his cheeks. He must’ve been feeling awfully vulnerable or maybe he was finally letting you in.

“You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met Aaron Hotchner. You’ve made me feel things I’ve never ever felt or dreamed of feeling before and you’ve only been my friend. You too are so kind, incredibly sweet, the most thoughtful guy and the best dad I’ve seen. You balance everything so beautifully. You’re a light and I love being around you if you’d want me to that is.” You felt as his thumb brushed up and down your index finger. A chill shot right up your arm and down your back when you realized what he was doing.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I like you. A lot more than I should.” He pulled your hand up so he could kiss the back of it. You watched as his lips brushed across the back of your hand so gently it only made you ache for something more. That was just cruel.

You grinned squeezing his hand tight, “I like you too. A whole lot. Who cares what you should or shouldn’t feel. That’s stupid. I like you. You like me. It’s that simple.” It was a combination of everything that had your eyes watering. It felt so damn good to spit it out at him. To let him know how you felt. To ramble everything out. You didn’t just like him. You loved the damn man.

He laughed shaking his head. You admired him as you watched the smile grow on his face, “Is it that simple?”

You shrugged, “I don’t see why it couldn’t be.”

He stood from the seat pulling you up with him. He pulled you close seeing as you were still as unsure of your own steps as ever, “How much have you had to drink tonight?” Damn profilers know everything, not that it wasn’t terribly obvious.

Might as well play it off, right? You leaned forward whispering in his ear, “You sound like a scary officer when you ask that.” You noticed the small shiver that rocked his body as you did so. A small, satisfied smile graced your lips as you drew back.

He shook his head running his eyes up and down your frame wrapped in a blanket, “Are you warm enough?”

You saluted him, “Yes, sir. And for the record I only had eight drinks tonight.”

He laughed, “Stop that. This is serious.” He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you out, “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now.” He pulled back, as much as he didn’t want to.

You whined looking up to him, “Then do it.”

“No can-do pretty lady. You’re intoxicated.” He answered far too quickly for your liking.

“So? I can still make decisions.” You challenged his ability to use reason. So persistent you were being.

“Afraid not, let’s get you to sleep.” He let his hands fall from your shoulders.

You frowned, “Oh, come on Aaron.” Maybe pouting would work. But no, he was too much of a gentleman for your own good.

He shook his head quickly, “Let’s make a deal. How about, if in the morning you still want to kiss me, I’ll let you do just that?”

You sighed, “Fine. Come find me first thing though. Promise me that?” You started walking towards the couch before a light tug at your wrist stopped you.

He nodded in response to you, “I promise. There’s a guest room sweetheart. Let me tuck you in.” He pointed up the steps.

You nodded sheepishly feeling his eyes on you the entire way up. Before he could protest you pulled off your top off leaving you in a tank top and jean shorts, comfortable enough. He gulped as he watched the entire ordeal play out before him, thankful you weren’t just in a bra.

“Sleep tight.” He brushed the stray hairs out of your face once you slid under the covers, fighting every urge in him to lean down and kiss you goodnight. Not yet.

“Night Aaron.” You yawned letting the warmth of the bed consume you, “Can’t wait to kiss the crap out of you in the morning.”

He laughed, that full hearty Aaron Hotchner laugh that warmed your soul, “Goodnight sweetheart. I’ll find you first thing.” A smile adorned your face as you fell asleep to those words.

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The following is an Asta Twelvetrees x D’arcy Bloom fic no one asked for, but that the world definitely needs.

Episode: Season 2, Episode 5: “Family Day”

Song:

Warnings: Passing allusions to domestic violence / controlling relationship, pining, underage drinking mention, cannabis (weed), underaged inebriated sex mention (of two characters now adults), passing mention of alcoholism, infertility mention (jokingly), biting, hickies, dirty talk, rough oral

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GN69

Given how difficult the last few days had been, D’arcy was on the upswing. With Asta’s arm around her shoulders and the raven-haired beauty resting against her, D’arcy almost wished Asta had more of her shitty ex‘s clothes in her trunk, so they could stare at the fire burning on the grill for hours. Still, she held onto this moment for as long as she could.

By the time the sweatshirt was reduced to soot, the sun had almost set and the cloud cover was shifting to reveal the night sky.

Looking up at the stars that began to peek out from the parting clouds, D’arcy was reminded of the plastic imitations stuck to Asta’s bedroom ceiling and how many times the two of them had explored each other under those stars as stoned teenagers. Fuck, the two of them had even done it in the yacht spot, drinking beers that Asta had snagged from work in the parked car until they were just tipsy enough to say they couldn’t remember sloppily making out, groping, going down on, and fingering each other. Inevitably, the night would end with both of them passed out in the back seat, one on top of the other. D’arcy fondly remembered how Asta’s full weight on her was always so comforting.

Those were the days.

Before passing out drunk at The 59 happened more often than making it home to fall asleep in her own bed.

Before Jimmy made Asta stay home anytime she wasn’t working.

Before bruises and excuses, shattered legs and broken dreams.

Just the two of them at what felt like the beginning of their lives.

It was time to recapture that feeling.

“Wanna go park at the yacht spot and turn that” - D’arcy pointed at an apple sitting on a nearby table - “into a bong, for old times’ sake? It’ll get the smell of burnt sweatshirt out of our hair.”

“Sounds perfect,” Asta said, lifting her head from the other woman’s shoulder to look at her, “I’ll drive, you work your magic.”

D’arcy couldn’t help but smile when a soft kiss was planted on her cheek - what probably looked like a casual show of affection between best friends from the outside. But every time Asta’s lips touched her, D’arcy felt a tug in her chest; a protective instinct swelling with happiness and longing.

“Thanks, D’arce,” Asta said, smiling before turning to walk to her car, “You always know just what I need.”

—

Parked at what might have been considered a jaunty angle if there were parking spaces in the woods was Asta’s car; not “the yacht,” namesake of the spot, but a suitable substitute for the occasion. The two women sat within its padded frame, the occasional flicker of a flame highlighting just how smoky the air was inside.

The apple D’arcy had expertly carved with her pocketknife gave each hit a sweet taste, filtering the smoke through a bit of water as well as the inner walls of the fruit. The aluminum foil bowl with a long down-stem that she had fashioned from scraps wasn’t quite as impressive, but it did the job.

“Maybe I should’ve made this thing out of a pepper instead,” D’arcy mused, passing the makeshift bong without noticing the incredulous look being thrown her way, “Most of ‘em are already basically empty, and it might give it a nice kick-“

“Shut up!” Asta gave her a playful shove, reminding her of the chili pepper eating contest before taking a hit and trying not to laugh into the piece as D’arcy giggled. The last bit of ash pulled through quickly, heralded by a cough.

“Well, looks like that’s the last of it,” Asta said, looking down at the cashed bowl.

“Actually, if you’ll scoot a little bit,” D’arcy leaned over, reached underneath the driver’s seat, and moved a few things around before triumphantly pulling out a small ziploc bag containing a few bits of flower, “Aha! First try.”

“You hid weed in my car?” Asta raised an eyebrow while a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“You’re surprised?” D’arcy countered, pulling out a nug and taking it apart piece by piece as she packed the bowl. Her hands worked quickly, despite being more used to a grinder at this point; something about the atmosphere was almost perfect in recapturing the nostalgia she sought.

“Aw, greens? For me?” Asta made sure as she was handed the lighter and bong.

“I started the last bowl - this one’s for you,” D’arcy insisted, “But it feels like we’re missing something… Mind if I put on some tunes?”

“Go for it,” Asta encouraged, gesturing to her case of CDs before lighting the bowl.

D’arcy clicked the key left in the ignition just slightly to give power to the radio and lights before looking through disc after disc. Finding one that made her smile, she plucked it from its sleeve before pushing it into the player and skipping to track two. She leaned back in her seat again, watching Asta listen curiously to the repeating discordant noise before it changed to guitar and drums. The realization hit Asta slowly, a smile creeping onto her face as she let out her hit.

“The Breeders? Really?” Asta laughed.

“It’s ironic!” D’arcy said defensively, “I thought that was, like, half the reason we used to listen to them all the time. Y’know, ‘cause you got slow swimmers and I’m barren. That’s why we used to do it raw every time I called you for what I thought of as a GN69, even though we never actually-“

The sudden look of realization that fell over Asta’s face as she listened made D’arcy stop. Had Asta been telling the truth about not remembering any of those moments? Did D’arcy just trigger a memory that might compromise their friendship?

“Wait,” Asta’s hand slowly crept over to D’arcy’s thigh as she spoke, “I’m single... You’re single…”

“Oh you’re baked is what you are,” D’arcy laughed, trying to give her an out, her own heartbeat speeding up.

“I want you even when I’m not high,” Asta said matter-of-factly, the lyrics echoing with “want you” as she set the lighter and apple on the dashboard and scooted a bit closer, “You’ve always felt like home to me, and I’ve been gone for so long. Don’t turn me away.”

Those words, paired with the soulful brown eyes staring into hers, made D’arcy’s carefree persona falter.

“I’m finally back, D’arce,” the emotion in Asta’s voice tugged on her heartstrings like nothing else, as Asta’s face steadily approached, fingers gently brushing D’arcy’s lips now, “Please, just let me in.”

Before she knew what she was doing, D’arcy had closed the distance between her lips and Asta’s, arms moving to pull the other woman as close to her as possible.

Asta’s lips were just as soft as D’arcy had remembered and - despite the smoke and its vessel - she could taste the vanilla ice cream Asta had used to ease the overpowering heat of the last pepper she had attempted to eat. D’arcy chased down the flavor until she was lost in it, numb to it, and finally reached a familiar, unnameable taste that felt welcoming like nothing else, her hands roaming Asta’s breathless body. She was met with the same enthusiasm she gave, lips breaking apart only to feel the electric sensation of running them together again, clinging to each other as if letting go meant never seeing her again.

“I’ll be your whatever you want” was the only part of the song that registered for D’arcy every time she heard it - it was exactly how she felt.

Giving the both of them time to catch their breath, D’arcy gently tilted the other woman’s head, slowly trailing kisses across her cheek and down her neck. Feeling the occasional buzz of Asta moaning into the kisses they shared was nice, but hearing her moan was something D’arcy was craving desperately. Biting down harder and harder, sucking on the skin between her teeth, she savored the sounds that almost harmonized with the music. Starting to squirm, Asta’s moans turned to whimpers as she grabbed a handful of bright red hair to stop the onslaught to the space between her neck and shoulder.

“Not too much,” she said, already breathing heavily, “People still get weird around me when I have bruises.”

“We should probably take this to the back seat anyway,” D’arcy suggested, removing her jacket and undoing her ponytail.

Asta ambled into the back, not bothering to use the car doors and sliding off her plaid button-up once she was seated. Her t-shirt was the next thing to go as D’arcy squeezed between the front seats to join her.

“Helloooo nurse!” D’arcy exclaimed, laughing when her comment was met with the shirt flung at her.

“Oh, I see. You wanna play doctor?” Asta asked, donning a smirk and enjoying the way the other woman looked at her, “Where does it hurt?” - she leaned in to whisper - “And where do you want it to?”

Wordlessly, D’arcy bit her lip and took the other woman’s hand, guiding it down to the space between her legs. Asta went back to occupying her lips with D’arcy’s while she undid the black leather belt. Pulling away every piece of clothing that stood between her and her target, Asta was a woman on a mission. The moment she had enough space, she dipped her head between D’arcy’s thighs.

Pants, belt and underwear abandoned just above her knees, D’arcy tried and failed to spread her legs further in response to the warm, wet tongue that flitted against her. She tried to shimmy her way into a position to lower her pants further without shifting too much - but the movement didn’t go unnoticed.

D’arcy moaned loudly when Asta gripped her thighs to hold her in place and started biting her tender labia instead.

“Fuck! That shouldn’t feel as good as it does,” D’arcy said, gripping the headrests of the seats on either side of her and leaning back against the cold glass of the window.

“Yeah? You like that?” Asta teased, lips hovering just above the wetness she had already brought forth, one hand firmly pressing down on the other woman’s stomach to keep her from moving her hips.

“I missed your mouth, like, a lot,” D’arcy admitted, bringing a hand down to wipe off some of the face paint around the edges of Asta’s face. It was all she could do not to grab Asta’s hair and push her back down between her legs, but she had to ask.

“You down to keep going?”

Rather than speaking, Asta replied by pulling the pants and underwear the rest of the way down before bringing her mouth back down to D’arcy’s aching flesh. Her fingers parted the rosy folds and she began flicking her tongue, rapidly and rhythmically. D’arcy felt her pleasure mounting embarrassingly quickly, but just when she was getting close, Asta went back to biting instead.

“Ah! Unfair!” D’arcy whined, running her fingers through her own hair in frustration, feeling the mounting pleasure stall.

Before D’arcy could protest further, Asta began using her tongue again, expertly bringing the other woman back to a place where her pleasure continued to build - before denying her again, teeth leaving her even more tender with the most pleasurable pain.

“Asta!” she whined, squirming, “Please!”

Tongue slowly reuniting with D’arcy’s throbbing clit, Asta slid a single finger slowly into the source of her wetness as moans overtook the music in volume.

“Yes! Yes!” D’arcy was dizzy with pleasure, feeling Asta add another finger as her mouth continued - but part of her was waiting for the pain now that she was so close to the edge. The thrusting and licking and sucking didn’t stop this time, bringing the perfect peak directly into her sights.

“Asta! I’m gonna-!” was all D’arcy managed to say before her body took over, hands grasping the other woman’s hair as she heard herself gush down Asta’s fingers and chin, onto the seat. She was about to apologize until she realized Asta had started fingering her harder and faster because of it, drawing out her orgasm for as long as she could.

This was better than nostalgia; this was real.

The world was so much more colorful and vivid when D’arcy finally opened her eyes, feeling better than she had in years.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, wiping tears from her cheeks, “Holy fucking shit.”

Asta giggled, planting one last kiss between D’arcy’s legs before slowly pulling out her fingers. Staring her down seductively, she licked them clean.

“Oh you sexy bitch, come over here so I can thank you,” D’arcy breathed, sitting up to grab Asta in a passionate kiss before stripping her down to return the favor.

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“Good morning,” Asta said, walking to the staff lockers of the Patience Health Clinic and setting down her things.

“‘Morning,” Ellen replied, looking her over suspiciously, “You look… chipper.”

“I slept well last night,” Asta replied curtly, putting on her scrubs, “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Wow, I was just trying to be nice,” Ellen held her hands up defensively before taking a sandwich out of a nearby tupperware, “Thought you’d appreciate it. Especially after the competition yesterday.”

She took a small bite, mulling something over before saying more.

“Speaking of - are you and D’arcy a thing ‘cause all the men in town require their own sad, separate ranking system? Or are you, like, into her.”

“Excuse me?” Asta whipped around to face the accusation.

“I mean, I get it,” Ellen said before taking a much larger bite and continuing to talk with her mouth full, “The 59 on a weekend has zero eye candy - until you start looking at the ladies.” Ellen gestured to herself, sandwich still in hand, making Asta roll her eyes and scoff.

“What makes you think we-?”

“Yesterday’s clothes” - Ellen leaned over and pointed - “that hickey you keep trying to hide, and” - she plucked a long, bright red hair from the back of Asta’s shirt with finality. “Not that I care, but if you’re gonna lie, maybe you should do it better.”

Saying this, Ellen gave Asta two gruff pats on the shoulder, stuffing her face and leaving the empty tupperware before walking off.

Asta looked down at the container. Maybe Ellen was right - she shouldn’t be lying; if only because Ellen herself was probably already on the phone telling everyone in town. Then a second realization sunk in.

“… ELLEN! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY LUNCH!”

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WARNINGS: sexual refferences, mentions of drugs

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✧CHAPTER 13✧

It's been quite a few months since the babies were born and the couple were slowly getting used to their sleepless nights. "So this thing with Ryujin you're actually serious about it for once?" Sunghoon asked as he rocked baby Anaya, who silently snuggled into Sunghoon. "Yeah, and I'm selling my first house as a realtor today. Everything was going well until one of my exes ruined it-" Heeseung sighed "Which one?" y/n asked snickering as baby Avaani smiled up at her mom, imitating her snicker. "I forgot her name- one before Yeji, after Nina-" Heeseung sighed.

"Oh the delusional one? what did she do?" y/n asked as she fed Avaani. "Well I was showing the house to a couple who have 2 kids, and everything was going well until she showed up, made up some lies about the home I was showing and stole my people." Heeseung complained, to which Avaani whined. "Doesn't she have a showing tonight?" Y/n asked as Hee groaned.

"Ugh I get it she's showing a stupid house with my people. they were mine but you know what? I'm a new Hee, I'm not going to do dirty work like she did because Im a nice realtor." Heeseung added "Or are you a little pussy?" y/n said as Sunghoon glared at her "y/n... language- babies pick up on these words yk?!" he warned. Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned back to Hee "Sometimes you've got to be a snake." the girl said as Heeseung shook his head "Fraid not y/n... anyways... I'll be off now." Hee said as he left the house.

"We gotta help him out" y/n said as Sunghoon frowned "You only get one chance to go out tonight and you want to waste it on your brother's delusional ex?" Sunghoon asked. "Babe we owe him... I mean well you did impregnate his babysister" y/n pointed out as she rocked the baby "How do my little angels like to spend the day with uncle sunooo yayyyy!" Y/n said in a baby voice as Sunghoon sighed loudly.

Love can make people do crazy things. For Sunghoon, he has killed many people and even tortured them for love. Never did he ever think he'd find himself covered in fake tattoos, in a ripped tank top which made him look practically topless, reeking of pot with a funky accent. Never would he have let his darling wife wear extremely short denim shorts with an extremely revealing nipply top, her eyebrows overdone and lips overlined, thick eyelashes, and a bottle of vodka in hand.

"Ready babe?" she asked as Sunghoon rolled his eyes "Lets get this done and over with." Sunghoon simply said "HEY Y'ALL, YOU'RE A BUNCH A LIL CUTIES HUH~ WE MADE YA SOME BROWNIES, MY HUBBY'S BEST AT THOSE YK?" Y/n squealed, walking in there seeing the shocked face of the realtor "AH SHARON RIGHT? THE REALTOR EX WITH 40 CATS AND OXY?" the girl added as Sunghoon followed. "Ah y'all must be our new neighbours, this lil hot junk is my wife~ got married after she dropped outta highschool~" He said, playing with his fake tongue piercing.

"So.. our new neighbours huh~" the wife said with a shaky voice, shudderring as she saw the clothes y/n wore "You look a lot like that hot CEO-" the woman added "I ain't no CEO, Am just a doctor... i prescribe drugs- weed, oxy, coke u name it we got it~ they're in those brownies we made" He said as they just blinked. "TRUST ME GAL THIS HOUSE IS PERFECT, ME AND MY HUSBAND HAD THE BEST SEX OF OUR LIFE IN HERE~" she yelled, twirling her hair as she chewed her gum staring up at Hoon.

"Ok Wow that makes our decisions easier-" the woman mumbles. "Oh baby, it was right here on this sofa where we concieved our 7nth son remember?" y/n added as Sunghoon tried to hide his real reaction, while the couple stared in shock. "Oh my god babe remember when the cops arrested you in that kitchen. I bet there.s still some coke n dried blood left over~" The girl added as Sunghoon agreed with her. "Hey speaking of these memories really are making me feel something huh..." Sunghoon trailed off, as he roughly caught y/n in an open mouthed kiss leaving the couple mortified "Yepp I think this house is definitely off the list, lets go back to that other realtor." The husband said, dragging his wife away.

Upon arriving home, Sunghoon took a long shower, while y/n comfortably played with their babies "Took me a while but finally got all that fake ink off, and god my body feels weird without those fake piercings, god the things I do for you y/n..." he sighed. Y/n smiled, hugging him tightly "Hee called me and he was so happy he sold that house coz of us, he bought you those ice skates you always wanted... and well, maybe in you're down for it next week..." Y/n trailed off as she handed him a box.

"Open it" she said with a smile, the man opened it and a big smile plastered his lips "You're finally gonna ice skate with me??? and the twins?" he said with a smile as he picked up the matching tiny skates "God they look so cute but aren't the a little too big?" Hoon asked "it's for when they're a little older, and they know how to walk a-and if they don't fit I'll buy something better" she said, smiling as Sunghoon kissed her, lovingly. His plan was to lock her in the basement and punish her for wearing something so provocative... but how could he when she's so sweet?

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EtoKen Mini-Fic

inspired by @tatatatatara's tags. been sitting on this one for a LONG time LOL Root A-esque narrative. Some time during the timeskip after the 11th ward raid.

"Sneaking into Tatara's room now, are we?" Eto giggled.

Kaneki would have flinched had he not heard her flitting down the hall seconds before. He held up his excuse in his hand— Sen Takatsuki's The Black Goat's Egg— as a meager defense for his trespass.

"It's still wrapped," he half-explained.

It reminded him of more innocent days, when he was ignorant to the whims of the world and all the things distorting it. The fact that he was drawn to it because of that was an unfortunate affliction, one that he had to squash.

"So it is." She leaned on the doorway, arms crossed. "You know Takatsuki, then?"

He pursed his lips, hesitating for a second. "I'm familiar."

He gave away some, but not all. A bond with a fellow executive, especially one who knew more than she let on, was vital, but he had to keep his distance lest he lose focus. Still, as long as they weren’t trying to kill each other, it couldn’t hurt to indulge so long as he kept himself in check.

"Oho..." Eto stepped into the room, browsing the rest of Tatara's stack. "There aren't a lot of readers here in Aogiri, you know."

"So I noticed." Ayato didn't care. Naki was curious, but lacked the vocabulary. "Seeing something like Takatsuki was... surprising, was all."

“He has a strange fixation with her, for whatever reason,” Eto said, fingers brushing against the book spines. “Yet he can barely read kanji.”

Kaneki hummed. “He's from China, right?”

“Yep. He claims kanji gives him a headache.” She took one from the middle, letting the ones above it topple onto the table. “Oh, I was looking for this!”

He raised a brow. “Hakushuu?”

“You know him! But of course you do.” She held up the cover to show him. “This is actually my copy, did you know that? Turns out Tatara’s a bit of a thief too!” She cackled.

Upon closer inspection, he saw the black of ink staining the edges of the pages, much like all of the books in his satchel that she, apparently similar to Tatara, had stolen. “You like to annotate your books?”

“It enhances a reread.” She stowed it away into her cloak. “You prefer scribbling them in a notebook.”

“To preserve the original experience,” he explained. “And if someone else wants to read it, there won’t be spoilers.”

“Such foresight.”

Kaneki got the feeling Eto was mocking him. Or maybe she was complimenting his consideration. Either way, he didn't like it; he'd had enough of being toyed with to last a lifetime.

And yet... something stirred within him. Something like... relief. Yes, relief was the word. Relief that, at the very least, someone might actually be able to keep up with him. Relief that, inside this beast's belly, there was a fire to warm himself by before he journeyed to its heart.

However, there was still a beast to slay. Weeds to uproot. And it was his responsibility, as the one who knew, to be the one to dirty his hands with blood and dirt. He couldn't always waste his time whiling away the hours at the fire-- no matter how much he wanted to.

He made to leave, but before he got to the hall, he felt something get pushed into his hands. When he looked at what it was, it was Eto's ink-stained book of Hakushuu poetry.

"Tell me your thoughts when you have the time," she said, expression a mystery behind her bandages. "A reread always offers a new perspective."

Kaneki thought out all sorts of responses, many of them outright rejections, but ultimately settled for, "Maybe."

"Hmph. Half-ass," was all she said before trotting past him and leaving, unusually quiet.

Not only that, but the room was colder than when he entered.

[anewstartfanfic]

To help you all with voting, here's a snippet of each:

Reader's wish:

“___________________ I know Ishmari told you to not change the past in anyway but there’s something that needs to be changed for a good cause,” she looked at Mr. Lore with confusion, “I know it sounds like you’re betraying Ishmari but these three things have to be done,”

“B-But I promised,”

“I know but please,” he took her hands into his and gave her a comforting smile, “I need you to do just three little things, please. I promise it’s not going to alter anything drastically and it’ll be a very subtle change. If Ishmari becomes angry, I’ll take the blame,”

“O-Okay,” he took out three letters and gave it to her.

“Make sure the Pirate King receives this letter, make sure Void receive this one, and make sure that you give this one to Whitebeard,” she nodded, “Hey, hey don’t look so scare, you know I wouldn’t do anything that would harm anyone or anything, right?” she nodded.

Calva Trials:

“Welcome to This Year’s Calva Royale!” a man appeared at the podium. Lesser hated this man more than anyone in this town and that was saying a lot. This was their fearless leader’s lackey, Sleaze, who was the embodiment of sleaze. He was a short, portly and greasy man. He wore a long coat and carried a walking stick that doubled as a weapon. He was clean-shaven with long, dirty blond hair, “As many of you know, today is the day that our contestants fight for a lot of great power and prestige in our fair city! Now for those who don’t know! Many will fight but only one winner in no holds bar a free for all!” The crowd went wild. Lesser kept her hand firmly on her weapon. This was the now or never and she knew there were many who would not hesitate. Sleaze continued, “For those of you who don’t know, this is our first day, the Weeding Day. Those who are worthy will make it to the Next until there’s only one left! Now fighters get into position, ready! One…two…COMMENCE!” Lesser immediately dodged a bullet coming at her. She threw one of her throwing knives into the man’s throat. She then maneuvered her way through the crowds and stabbed and gutted anyone who came within a foot radius of her, being careful to not hit any Outsider out of principle. The crowd went while cheering and shouting about killing. She could hear Dom laughing and saw a man being dragged away and swung into ground and people by the neck on her whip. Lesser was attacked from behind. She grabbed the woman by the hair, flipped her over before snapping her neck. She then saw a busty blonde with spiked brass knuckles beating a man with her bare fists. When she was done, jumped on another man and did the same. She then noticed a sniper from a vantage point getting ready to get her from behind. There was one thing Lesser didn’t like and that was anyone shooting from the back in a fight.

“BLONDIE DUCK!” The blonde ducked as the bullet whizzed past her head. The sniper turned only to be shot point blank by Lesser in the head.

“Thanks!” Suddenly Lesser was choked from behind and lifted up. She clawed and pried at the person’s hands and kicked. She saw someone coming up in front of her with a weapon getting ready to strike. The person’s grip suddenly loosened, dropping her. She gasped for air only for a moment, went after the fleeing would be assailant and slit their throat. She turned to see a large tall woman with auburn hair hacking her strangler with a meat cleaver before tossing him away. She looked at Lesser with a smile.

“Karma, cherie!” Soon she started to make work out of the rest of the fighters until she heard a loud horn. She and Dom immediately stopped. So did the blonde and redhead. Those who didn’t were immediately shot on sight. The entire arena was covered in blood and bodies, some dead, some barely clinging to life. Sleaze laughed.

“Beautiful! Just beautiful! It looks like we’re in for a beautiful week of carnage! Audience behold! Your seventy finalists of the Calva Royale!” the crowd went wild, “Contestants, clean up and prepare for tomorrow at dawn! Those who aren’t here at dawn forfeits! Any latecomers will be eliminated at the gates! Go home and have fun!” they were finally permitted to move and leave. Dom went to her and puts an arm around her shoulder.

“We made it!”

“Barely, I got sloppy,”

Mafia Game:

Vivi was heading to Ribbon class per usual. She was usually one of the first ones there and today was no exception. It was the summer session which was shorter but everyone still had a lot of fun. She got dressed and was about to leave when she felt someone in the room with her. She stopped and looked around. She immediately went looking to see if someone was in the room with her. She heard and saw nothing. Suddenly she was dropped down on. Vivi screamed but was immediately gagged. The figure took out a red marker and slashed her face arms and then hopped off her, took a water gun with fake blood and squirted all over her. Vivi fell dramatically and fell limp onto the floor. A little while later, the girls saw Vivi on the ground “Dead”. The girls all immediately panicked as she was one of the first victims.

“VIVI NOOOOOOOOOO!” __________________ said

“Don’t die on us Vivi!” said Kaya

“Girls…is that you?” said Vivi looking around dramatically

“Shhhhhh! Save your strength!” said Penny, attempting to help by rubbing the marker off her.

“Girls…I don’t have much time left…I’m sorry,”

“Vivi what are you saying?!” said _________________. Vivi raised her arm out to give off her final words:

“I shall be avenged!!! I SHALL BE AVENGED!!! I SUSPECT KID—blegh!” Vivi went limp. Plum held Vivi in her arms and looked at the sky.

“EUSTAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!!!!”

[decadentpandawasteland]

Hello, today marks Day 4 of my writing challenge, but I've decided to combine today and tomorrow's. Today's prompt is a conversation between two characters. Character A: "I never really knew you, did I?"

Character B: "No, I guess not."

This one hits a little closer to home, for reasons I'm sure you'll be able to put together, but I won't get into detail. As always, thank you for reading, and feedback is always welcome. I genuinely appreciate it :)

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It all started with a letter.

We were new homeowners, dealing with the joys and costs of it. We put in new carpet, had painted the walls, even rearranged a few rooms. Sewerage had backed up and flooded our basement a couple inches. Luckily between insurance and some saved up money I had, we were able to cover the expense. It definitely hit our finances, which were made even worse by her losing her job. Ironically it was the job we had met at. It was also the job where she had met him.

Fall was here, she hadn't been looking for jobs, which had been fine. I was okay saddling the financial burden for a bit. She had been going through sleepless nights for a few months now. Odd things had turned up, food that she never said anything about, flowers once too. The one I'm most ashamed of ignoring through was coming home at almost midnight for her to have a full face of makeup on, her hair curled, just in pajamas. She had a lot of headaches. So many that we had stopped being physical for a while.

One day, we had decided to deep clean the house. She offered to weed the garden, while I picked up trash and swept. That's when I found it. A little lime green envelope with his name and address written on it, our address was in the top corner. I recognized the handwriting immediately as hers. She wrote in a curvy, not-quite cursive style that was hard to miss. I threw it on the couch and continued cleaning, trying to take my mind off of it. I'm sure there was a reason, right?

She came inside, a little sweaty and dirty. She walked into our kitchen and got a glass of water. That's when I grabbed the letter and joined her in the kitchen.

“So what's this?” I asked. A blink of fear across her face and then confusion.

“I'm not sure.” She said before throwing it away, grabbing the trash bag it was in and throwing more trash into it.

I was worried because a few months ago she had called me in tears, saying things like “It's not true” and “Don't believe what they might have said”. It turned out there were some rumors going around her work that she was spending a lot of time with him in almost the exact same way she had done with me when I had worked there. I told her that I trusted her and didn't think much of it. I filed his name away as someone to keep an eye on, but nothing more. Frankly, I didn't think I had a lot of room to talk, with my own history of getting close with women I wasn't dating, but I never stepped over the line of cheating. But goddamn did I toe it. It had been the source of a lot of our pervious fights, but she didn't bring it up. I cut contact with that woman, done and done.

“Okay, but why does it have his name on it?” I asked, reaching for the trash bag. She handed it to me and I walked back into the living room, continuing to clean.

“There's a girl at work, Amanda. She was really close to him, but I guess he moved or something. She gave it to me to send to him.” She said, her eyes glancing at the almost full trash bag I had sat on the ground.

“Huh, that's weird. Why couldn't she send it? It has our address on it too.” I pointed out. A thought had crossed my mind. “I might be being paranoid, but I'll feel better after I read it.” I said, staring to get up from my seat on the couch, reaching for the bag. I hadn't realized it, but she had stepped between me and the trash bag.

“No. She put her confidence in me and I don't want to snoop on their relationship.” She said, her voice was getting an edge to it. “I'll just throw it away, okay? Then we don't have to worry about it. She can send another if she wants to.”

“If you're just going to throw it away, then there's no harm in me reading it. It'll make me feel better. Does her trust matter more to you than my peace of mind?” I said, still reaching.

That's when she pushed me.

She had spent the entirety of our relationship telling me about her previous relationships, how they put hands on her pushing or pulling one way or another. How one assaulted her, while one of his friends recorded it from the bushes.

She pushed me the same way he had pushed her. Even to this day, I don't think she realizes the scope of what she had done. I was so shocked by the action that I actually sat back down. That's when she got in my personal space. That's when I finally started thinking that this wasn't the woman I had been with for five years.

I shot up. There was a big size difference between the two of us. Without the shock of the action, the strangeness of it all, I walked through her. She tried fighting, yelling, begging, but at the end of it all, she knew the game was up. The bubble popped.

The trash bag was ripped from around her. I started looking through it. She was saying something, but the ringing in my ears blocked out most of it. My only focus was finding that lime green envelope. I just said fuck it, dumping the bag out. She had buried it at the very bottom.

“You're not going to like it,” she said, it finally registered what she was saying. I stopped looking at her, that disgusting green filled my entire world.

I ripped it open.

My entire universe cracked reading it. I felt it shift. I felt it fall and shatter into a billion irreparable pieces. The words ‘love of my life’, ‘spend together forever', and ‘I love you’. The letter landed on the couch I was sitting on. I don't remember setting it down. Tears streamed down my face. We sat in silence for what felt like a millenia. She started to get up, to try and say something.

“Do not fucking move.” I said, without looking up. “You better not fucking move a fucking inch.”

“I never really knew you, did I?” I asked, wiping away tears.

“No. You didn't.” She said, her voice small and quiet.

“You could have just been honest with me. That you didn't love me, that you didn't believe in us.” The words came out, cracked and raw. A full twelve hours of yelling and screaming will do that to a throat.

“I didn't want to hurt you…” She said again, refusing to look me in the eye. She was curled up on the step leading to the landing. She absent-mindedly played with the old wooden rail.

“You didn't want to hurt me? Really? That's what you're going with,” I couldn't take it anymore, “YOU DIDN'T WANT TO HURT ME SO YOU STARTED DATING HIM, WHILE YOU WERE WITH ME?!” I lashed out. “So what? I was just a placeholder? Someone to keep your fucking bed warm?”

She looked up, defeated. “What do you want me to say? I wasn't happy. I wasn't ready. We moved into so much, so quickly. We never dealt with your fuck ups. We just slid them under the rug! All those times I saw you texting her and I cried and cried and you didn't do shit to help me!”

“It was your idea to buy the fucking house! It was your idea to talk about marriage and kids and building this fucking life together! How long ago did the cheating start? Huh? When did the cheating start you fucking bitch?” My mind was racing, flares of intense, all consuming, scorched earth rage was burning in my chest. “Fucking answer me!”

“... I'm not sure. Before they put the new carpet in.” Her words rang in my mind like a bell atop a church.

“We… We put the carpet in a month after we moved in…” That fire reignited and refused to stop. This had been going on so much longer than I knew. “I should have fucking left you alone with them. That's what you deserve, you fucking cunt.” Her eyes went wide, finally I saw tears form. It took me calling her something that I never wanted to use for it to register. I think she thought she could talk her way out of it. That this was something I'd only be angry for a while about. But it clicked then. It clicked that we were done.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 20 - August

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Series Masterlist

Part 19 -- Part 21

Pairing: August x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (f and m receiving), dom!August, bratty sub Anjelica, BDSM, spanking, dacryphilia light?, slight humiliation/degradation kink, dirty talk, drug use (alcohol, weed), minor violence (someone gets punched), some angst, perfectionist struggles. I think we've got it?

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: SO! August's chapter. I really wanted this chapter to show how entirely on board Ange is with the relationship she and August have (I'm specifically referring to the bedroom dynamic, yes). I secretly hate how Ange is struggling in this chapter (I know, I know... I'm the one who wrote it... I'm still mad at myself for it...)

Let me know what you think! 🥰

“How’s this?” Anjelica twirls around in front of the mirror in a skirt she knows I like. I already know where this is going, and that party tonight is going to be exhausting enough without these games.

“I hate it,” she says. I can’t help but roll my eyes. 

“Of course you do,” I say. Like I said; I know where this is going, and I’m not playing. 

“August!” Naturally, she screams at me. I’m not the one playing silly mind games to avoid having to ask for what I want.

“What? Ange, I’m trying to read.” She’s going to have to use her words. 

“Tell me I’m pretty,” she says. 

“You know you’re pretty." Alright, I'm teasing her a little now, but what's the point of being her boyfriend if I can't do that every once in a while?

“Yes, but I want you to tell me,” she says as she climbs into my lap, making me put my book down. Finally. I always love it when she does this, straddling me - especially when she's wearing a skirt - but right now it's extra helpful. Makes it easier to… prove my point. I grab her hips and drag them over my cock - it's been hard since she decided to give me a little fashion show. She let me pick the lingerie I'll be taking off of her tonight, how nice of her. Meanwhile I get to sit here with a raging boner, all the math in the world isn't going to save me, and I'm growing impatient. 

"That's how pretty I think you are, Angel," I say. She's grinning, which makes me want to… My hand lands on her ass nearly unconsciously, and she squeals at the impact.

"Babe?" More requests, lovely. I know she's been stressed, lots of assignments, maybe a shift or so too many at the bar… And I happen to know exactly what she wants to ask me. 

"Yes, doll?" She smacks me in the shoulder for that one. Charles and Leon call her that. I did, too, when I first met her, but I stopped when we started to get serious. A doll is something you play with until you get bored of it. My Angel is mine forever. Sounds dramatic for a guy barely in his twenties, but it's the truth. She knows that. 

"Wanna play?" Her voice is soft but determined, and there's fire in her eyes. 

"Dunno, princess," I say, "convince me." Is that a very non-subtle code for 'suck my dick'? Yeah. It works though; she's already working on undoing my pants. 

I can't help but moan when her tongue darts out to tease me. Of course, I can order her to move it along and shove my cock down her throat, but I already plan on spanking every sensible thought out of her. It's what she needs right now. That and maybe something else. 

"Get that pussy over here," I say. Crude, but effective; she turns around immediately. 69 isn't a favorite of either of us, but I want her moaning around my cock and cumming on my tongue. At the same time. Then again… The practically unlimited access to that round little ass has potential. I give her a few quick smacks before I sink my teeth into her flesh… That's the 'moaning around my cock' part of the program covered, right there. Now onto the 'cumming on my tongue' part. 

She's still wearing her panties, I clearly didn't think this all the way through. 

"Don't rip those," she warns me. I don't usually get that warning, so I'm guessing these are a pair I can't afford to replace. 

"Expensive?" I ask. It probably sounds like I'm teasing while also running my fingers over the fabric. 

"Like you wouldn't believe," she answers. I can hear the smile in her voice, and it makes me wish I could see it on her pretty face. 

"Take them off yourself, then." I'm not quite sure it's an order, but it sure as fuck isn't a question. She gets that. 

Ange gets up - it's… finicky, to get out of this position, but we manage. The skirt falls back into place. Shame. 

"As a matter of fact," I say on a whim - which hardly ever happens, so I manage to surprise myself, "take it all off. Make it look pretty for me." Am I shamelessly asking for a striptease? Fuck yes. Have you seen my girl? I like nice things, sue me. Angel, though, she's the nicest of them all. And I'd burn the rest to the ground if she asked me to. 

Watching her sway her hips as she slowly - I know I asked for it, but she could make it a little faster, right? - takes her clothes off. I clearly wasn't paying attention when she got dressed, because there's no way I would have been able to keep my hands to myself if I had seen this on her. It was bad enough seeing it laid out on her bed, but now… I don't even want to know what this cost. Angie's parents are successful, absolutely loaded, and she's an only child and a bit of a daddy's girl. So she's a little spoiled - but not entitled. Her allowance is generous, and that's an understatement. And then there's me, who won't let her pay for dinner - ever. A girl like her? She deserves to be spoiled. And I'm the last to complain when she decides to put that money towards new lingerie.

"Like what you see, baby?" She's a fucking tease. Can't say that I hate it. 

"Mhm, come here." Fuck, I need that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. No idea why I don't tell her that, I know for sure she would get off on it… She takes her panties off before getting on her knees, but not the rest of it. Good. It looks like fucking heaven on her. "Open your mouth, princess." 

I'm not surprised when she doesn't do it. Honestly, with all she's been going through, of course some attitude was to be expected. I'd go as far as saying we shouldn't indulge in the kind of… unconventional displays of affection we indulge in if I couldn't anticipate shit like this. That would be massively irresponsible. In any case, I'll appreciate putting her over my knee as much as I'd have appreciated the blowjob I know I'm not going to get. 

There's fire in her eyes. God, she's so gorgeous when she looks at me like that! 

"Use your words, beautiful," I say, a soft chuckle to my voice. "Tell me what you want." 

She's struggling, it's obvious, but tonight is not the night to take control over my little brat. She's going to have to give it up. Willingly. Her head now rests in my lap, lips dangerously close to my cock. Memories of the last time I saw her in roughly this position cross my mind. I was buried balls deep in her throat that time though. Not today - not now, at least. That means there's no reason for my dick to be out. She squirms and frowns when I put it back where she can't reach it, as if sucking me off was what she actually wanted to do. It's cute - I would have called it 'pathetic' if I was in a worse mood. 

"I- I can't, August." Fuck. I know she can't, but I'm having a great day which means I don't want her to fight me. I'll chase her on my bad days. That's how this works. I take my frustrations out on her, and I'll smack her frustrations out of her if she asks. But she's got to ask. 

"I know it's hard, kitten." I stroke her cheek as I say it, and tuck an unruly lost curl back behind her ear. "You can trust me."

"Just take it," she groans. 

"There's nothing I want from you today, sweetheart." She scowls at me from my lap. "I know, it's not fair. But trust me, I can help, all you have to do is ask." She grits her teeth and a high-pitched whine escapes her. Such a lovely sound… 

"Spank me, August, please. I want you to hit me until I can't think." I wince when she uses the word 'hit'. 'Spanking' sounds kinky and fun, even when you keep going until the object of your affections has bruises all over her ass - it's happened, and it was a great night - but 'hitting' sounds a little too… domestic abuse-y for my personal tastes. 

"Don't call it that," I groan. Despite the awkward choice of words, I'm happy she gave it up. I'm proud, even. It takes so much for her to give up control, and it means the world to me that she trusts me to take care of her.

"Consider it my first transgression," she says with a dirty smirk on her face. 

"Oh, we're a long ways past your first transgression, princess," I say. I can't help but smirk, either. "Get over here." That smirk on my face isn’t going anywhere - maybe it grows a little more sadistic as she climbs into my lap, this time over my knees so I have easy access to her lovely ass. I don't know why, but I just think it looks better with my handprints all over it. 

She's squealing in no time, writhing in my lap every time my palm hits her ass. I could do this for hours - in fact, I have - just for the sound of it. She doesn't want me to stop until she's begging me to, and even then, it's entirely dependent on how badly she needs this. Sometimes the fact that I love doing shit like this makes me feel sick. I'm not a masochist by nature, but at times, I feel like picking a fight with Sy over this again, just so he can get a couple more punches in. God knows he wants to, every single time he runs into Ange, but he chokes it down. He's got a better handle on his temper than I do, that's for sure.

"Is my ass going to outlast your hand this time?" Ange asks. She's unbelievable. There are tears on her face, mascara running, she was sobbing and crying out in absolute fucking agony not even thirty seconds ago, and now she's taunting me? Just for that, I smack her again. Hard. 

"Think again, princess. And keep that pretty little mouth shut if you want to be able to sit tomorrow." That won't keep her quiet, I know that. She's in a mood. It's fine, I love it. 

"So, gag me." That's not what she wants, I can see it in her eyes. She wants to check if I'll make good on that threat, though. Ange whines when I grab her hair and pull her head up.   

"Baby girl, you can use your words to ask for what you want, but I'm not putting up with this attitude. Understood?" I smirk as she squirms and whines. Then, she takes a deep breath. 

"Please keep going," she murmurs. She sounds exhausted. "Turn my brain off, please." 

I know she can handle a bit more, and if it's what she wants, how could I not give it to her? Am I, in doing so, also feeding my own sadistic desires? Yeah. That’s the point - part of it, anyway. But I’m definitely not pretending when I say I do this for her.

By the time I pull her into my arms, she's crying again. 

"I'm proud of you," I whisper softly. Not because of the amount of torture she can handle - although it is impressive - but because I know how difficult it is for her to ask for the things she needs. 

"August…"

"Shh, Angel, let me take care of you." She sighs when I press my lips to her temple and some of the tension in her body dissolves. "Good girl." With every breath she takes, she sinks into my arms a little further. 

"I'm tired," she whispers. 

"I know," I reply. The next wave of tears comes with a tsunami of broken sentences, excuses, explanations - as if she has to convince me that there's a reason for her meltdown. Anyone could have seen this coming from miles away - even her. She probably did, and ignored that, and now we’re here. That’s alright, though. I’m here to pick up the pieces. That’s what I signed up for, and that’s what she does for me, too. In our own wicked little way.

“You know we don’t have to go, if you’re not up for it, right?” I ask while she’s getting dressed - for real this time. She’s settled on a very tight pencil skirt and a blouse I wouldn’t try to name the color of, because she’d immediately tell me I was wrong. It’s somewhere in the blue-green area of the spectrum. 

“I want to go,” she replies. It’s no surprise. First of all; as established, she’s an absolute champ when it comes to ignoring her own boundaries, and second of all because she really likes being at my place. Crescent Street is home to her more than this place is. She says it’s because she likes how loud it can be - I honestly can’t imagine, it’s one of the most annoying things to me almost constantly. 

“Sol just texted me,” she says, and my thoughts grind to a halt. Those two are texting now? Great! Now it’s just a matter of time before she talks me into going on a double date with her and Geralt. G and I are both going to love that. I roll my eyes, hoping she doesn’t notice, but I should really know better by now. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. They need help setting up.” So, naturally, we’re on our way to help set things up. 

During the party - which is largely just a Charles-buffet, if I’m being perfectly honest - I keep Ange close. She’s her usual, bubbly self, but I can see the remnants of her afternoon breakdown on her face. Did I tell her that? Of course not! I value my life, thanks. Besides, there's not much she can do about looking generally tired, anyway. She’s currently involved in a conversation with Elena that I’m not keeping track of at all. Neither is Sherlock, from the looks of it. 

“Should I be glad Elena gets along with Anjelica so well?” he asks me quietly. It’s noisy enough in the kitchen for the girls to not overhear us.

“Oh, we don’t get a say in these things. I’m fairly sure we’re doomed already,” Geralt suddenly says. Solveig has joined Elena and Ange, and they’re chattering away like the world is going to end tomorrow.

“What do you mean?” Sherlock asks.

“I heard - and you didn’t get this from me - that they’re planning a girls night.” I can’t help but groan, Sherlock just looks at us all confused. 

“That usually means that all of them are going to be told every minute intimate detail of your relationship, so they can… I don’t know why they do it, just that they do.” It’s a very unsatisfying explanation, I do realize that, but it’s all I’ve got. I have parts of Angie figured out, but other parts remain a complete mystery to me, and this is one of them. 

“How intimate?” Sherlock asks. The look on his face is a mix between surprise and concern. 

“Yes,” Geralt says, “that intimate.” We both chuckle discreetly as a flash of pure panic crosses his face. 

“We’re not looking forward to it, either,” I say as I put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Not looking forward to what?” Elena asks, ducking underneath my arm to get next to Sherlock. Ange and Sol also join our circle, and seem to await the answer patiently. 

“Nothing,” the three of us grunt. Is that suspicious? Probably. Nothing we can do about it now… 

It’s freezing cold outside. Just after Sherlock decided that he’d seen enough people for the day, Angie noticed what Mike was up to in the living room. The four of us shamelessly relocated to the backyard - where it’s nice and quiet, probably mostly because these temperatures aren’t fit for human beings, but it’s still a bonus. 

“Did you guys step outside when you saw me leave the living room?” Mike asks when he gets outside and sees that none of us have a very good reason to be here other than… waiting for him, honestly. “For fuck’s sake, I’ll roll another one, here.” He gives Dani a joint he kept in his pocket - the little project Ange was so nice to snitch on for us - and starts the next one. 

“Thanks, Mikey,” Anjelica says. Mike smiles back at her. I used to think it was weird that Ange and Mike got along so well, but I don’t doubt it anymore. They’re a lot alike in a few ways I don’t even want to try to figure out. 

“Are you almost done?” Dani is shaking like a leaf, and it doesn’t look like it’s because she’s cold. 

“What happened, Dani?” Anjelica asks. 

“Just some guy who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” I grit my teeth - we thought we heard commotion in the living room, and the fact that some guy from the soccer team burst through the kitchen, holding his nose, and made a beeline for the door should have been an indication that something was up. Things settled quickly after that, so we didn’t feel the need to check it out. Now, I wish we had. Dani doesn’t deserve shit like this, and that guy deserved more than a broken nose. She’s sweet and she keeps Mike in check. I couldn’t name two people who have managed that so far. He deserves one more person who doesn't expect him to constantly apologize for being who he is.

“Shit, you took care of that?” I ask. 

“Charles punched him and told him to fuck off,” he replies. I just nod - it’s clear Mike is feeling bad enough about this as is, there’s no need to make it worse. Besides, it’s not as if Mike would have handled a situation like that in a better kind of way. I don't blame him. It probably would have taken three guys to pull me off the son of a bitch, too. 

I vaguely register Mike asking Dani if he can do anything for her, and shortly after see her pointing at the joint in my hands. I hand it to her - I’ve had enough, anyway. There’s a fine line between stoned and paranoid for me, and I’m better off drinking, usually. I do like how calm I feel. Ange runs a hand through my hair. Normally, I hate it when she does things like that, but this time, I lean into it. I can tell Mike is waiting for me to get drunk enough to get all snuggly, but I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight. 

Angie leans against me, and I see Mike looking at her, with a faint smile on his lips. I don’t even want to know where his mind is right now, but I’m sure he can tell she’s not in a good mood. Mike is far from the most perceptive guy, but he’s no Sy or Charles - you have to slap them in the face with something three times before they notice. Mike often notices things he shouldn’t be noticing, while forgetting about the stuff he definitely should be noticing. It took some getting used to in the beginning, but we would hate to miss him now. Plus, the internet would never work properly again. I swear our modem is scared of Mike, and Mike alone. 

We’re getting closer to midnight, and I envy Sherlock. If I’d just had the guts to call it quits an hour or something ago, I wouldn’t have been out here freezing my balls off. Ange is the only good thing about this place right now - she’s the only good thing about a whole lot of situations. I can’t help but pull her closer, even though I’m not exactly drunk enough to be so touchy. There are only a few people out here to see, anyway, and I trust them. We can always pin it on Ange being really cold - it wouldn’t even be a total lie. Trying to keep track of the conversation is no use at this point. First because it’s pretty much about nothing, and second because… Because I’m stoned, drunk, and I genuinely don’t care at this point. I just want to go to bed, pull my Angel into my arms, and sleep. 

[strangestcase]

My concepts for fem!BLU TF2

I absolutely love that the fandom treats the RED and BLU teams as different casts and that this is often paired with making the BLU team the fem!fortress cast so uh

Here

Sniper (Martha) is Canadian, brash, abrasive, petty, and pretty rude. Treats her job like it's a hobby she's really good at. Sees herself as a hunter of men, treats her kills as if they're game, though rumours of cannibalism are unfounded and in fact she considers it the only crime she'd never commit. Lives in a camping tent. Since she's spent most of her life in the cold Canadian wilderness, she finds New Mexico unberable and spends most of her time half naked... or in a sleeveless shirt. Smokes a lot. Despite her roughness, she has a good heart, but to see it you'd have to give her so, so many drinks, and maybe bribe her with food.

Medic (Basya) is Polish, Jewish, and angry, and grew up in a bucolic little village with a dark secret... She's very serious and no-nonsense, and has very little patience for horseplay and, well, most of her teammates really. Insists on not using anaesthesics in her interventions because "pain makes you strong" and while she has extensive medical knowledge she will not hesitate to cut corners or operate on you with dirty equipment out of pure pragmatism. Used to keep rats to experiment on but grew attached to them, particularly one called Pithagoras. Always keeps her hair braided and out of her face.

Heavy (Mi-yeong) is (North) Korean. Her family is one of intellectuals and she grew up enamored with poetry. After they had to flee the war, she stablished herself in America. Has a PhD in Korean literature and writes her own poetry in her free time. Due to her limited grasp in English, she tends to overcomplicate her sentences when she speaks, coming off as snobbish, but that couldn't be any further from the truth! She's very down to earth, albeit that doesn't make her any less trigger happy. Overly proud of her kill count. Loves her minigun, Su-bin, and, of course, Corn Doags.

Scout (Stacy) is a bit of an air-headed Valley Girl that grew up in an affluent borough of San Francisco. While her family would like for her to be a housewife, she said, "bet", and hopped on the first bus she saw. Very feminine in a cutesy Barbie way, pigtails and all, but has a huge aggression problem and anger issues (...and an itchy trigger finger). Likes reading fashion magazines, bashing skulls with her bat that she personally covered in rusty nails, and flirting with girls. Enjoys roughhousing and picking on her teammates as much as she hates breaking her nails. Can down a can of beer in 5 seconds.

Demo (Eduvixe) comes from a little village in Galicia, Spain. She is (currently) a peaceful tree-hugging flower power hippie- but she's no pacifist herself. During her youth as a radical anarchist, she single-handedly ran the Sublevado troops out of her village with sticks, stones, and explosives of her own making, and spent a good ten years fighting Francoism armed with homemade bombs, which cost her her right eye. Now she's in her 70s and still rocking, and if you speak to her for more than ten minutes she already has signed you up for the mercenary union. Smokes weed, like a lot of it. Is stoned on the clock. Can cook a mean stew.

Spy (Giulia) is Italian and has a reputation as a ladykiller. She often boasts about how many bitches she has, and... she exaggerates, big time. Likes to keep the image of a cosmopolitan modern woman that wears trousers. Covers her hair with a stylish scarf, wears sunglasses, and uses a cigarette holder. As much as she's professional and efficient, she's also a huge jokester and uses her mastery of disguise and voice mimicking to play dumb pranks. She wants you to see her as cool, but is actually goofy. Her nonna sends her tupperwares full of pasta in the regular.

Engineer (Monique) is a young African-American girl born and raised in Louisiana. Growing up with her grandparents in the swamp, she became an expert at salvaging scraps and McGyvering basically anything, which set her up to become an inventor and graduate university with a bunch of PhDs in different types of engineering when she was only 16. Spunky and optimistic, she's chill and laid back... or so she seems. She's a huge perfectionist and has a "fuck around, fing out" attitude. Hacked off one of her legs at the knee to replace it with a prosthetic of her own invention. Regarded as a bit "qwirky" by her older peers.

Soldier (John Doe) doesn't remember much of her past. She's snarky, sarcastic, quippy, and overconfident, but has an angry streak. Yells everything she says because she's mostly deaf from all the explosions. Has no regard for personal hygiene and has had to be forced to get her head shaved on account of all the matting hair. Often says the most out of pocket shit and nobody bats an eye. Is a butch lesbian, but doesn't know what a lesbian is. Hates men but particularly hates men that wear sandals. Likes watching American football even though she understands jack shit of it.

Pyro is Pyro. Literally just the same as Red!Pyro. In fact, some suspect they're the same person.

As for relationships:

-Giulia might or might not be Stacy's mom. (Insert Stacy's Mom joke here).

-Basya can't stand most people but has a soft spot for her teammates, even if they drive her up the wall.

-Stacy doesn't respect any person any older than her except for Basya, because she's cool in her books.

-Eduvixe has kind of grandma-adopted everyone, particularly Monique, who really misses her gamgam, and Pyro, who loves her cooking more than they love setting shit on fire.

-John and Monique are friends and they often drag each other to the local dance hall, where they are the terror of the party.

-Mi-yeong and Martha can sit down in silence for hours at the time. They basically communicate with "hmmm" "hmmm?" "hm-hmmm" and it's magical.

-Martha and Giulia are friends with benefits. The benefit is sex.

-Eduvixe and Basya are friends with benefits. The benefit is laboratory equipment. And edibles.

-Pyro often pesters Mi-yeong for food.

-Martha, John, and Stacy like gathering together to gossip about their teammates and smoke.

-John never ever calls Giulia by her name, only "spaghetti", "lasagna", "linguini", "tortellini", or "stracciatella". She is also convinced she's a mobster.

[phxtotaxis]

MUSE INFO

TW: mentions of self-harm

Name: Lyoka (real full name unknown)

Nickname/fighter alias: Moth

Age: ~21 (estimated, unknown)

Gender: Woman, she/her (by AGAB, actually gender apathetic)

Orientation: Ace (mildly repulsed), grayromantic

Species: Human (no magic, no anything)

Height: 5'3

Eye color: Amber

Hair: Brown (covered in cheap magenta dye)

Likes: Birds, sun, food, loud music (esp. metal and anything with a booming bass), good days

Dislikes: Cops, silence, judgemental pricks, feeling not in control, her episodes (bad days)

Lives in: In the poorest sector of a nameless city (not actually nameless). Said N city is broken into four sectors: A for the rich neon-lit center, B for the middle class, C for the poorer working class and those struggling by, and D for the ruined outskirts pronounced unlivable. It's populated by the homeless and rejected. That's where Lyoka lives, on a second floor of a crumbling building in an empty room with a hole in the wall.

Otherwise assume any ruined unlivable neighborhood that works for your character's world/location.

Legal status: None. She doesn't have an ID, she's not in the system, as far as officials are concerned she's just a cockroach.

Bio: It's short. She does not remember where she was born or who her parents were. One day she just appeared at the outskirts of the D sector, no more that 5 years old, wailing her heart out. The locals did their best to get her food and keep her warm, taught her to read and count, but other than that she mostly grew up like a weed. She sees D sector as her home and doesn't really feel any envy or regret — it's her turf, she knows it well, no one tells her what to do and she doesn't need much to be happy. The only shame she might feel is when shamed by others.

Has recently joined an underground fighting team, so you might've heard of her as Hyenas' new wildcard, but not too much.

ABILITIES:

Fighting. Fighting well, but chaotically, dirty if needed, no rulebook or particular style to follow.

Good at reading other people in a fight, due to sheer experience. Also good at estimating people's danger level. Says it's all in the eyes. (BAD at reading anything else about people.)

Stealing. Pickpocketing and shoplifting.

Climbing. She's not much of a free-runner, but vertical parkour elements are very much her thing.

Fighter specialty: The more damage she gets, the stronger and better she fights back. Where others become tired or lose focus due to the pain, she's the total opposite. To a point. Her body is still human and can't keep the pace up forever.

APPEARANCE:

A small, clearly malnourished woman in dirty clothes which often don't fit her very well. Her hair is colored with a cheap dye that makes it look magenta-ish, her brown roots are showing and the hair itself is messily cut and sticks out.

She's perpetually scuffed and bruised and tousled to a various degree — a shiner under one eye, a bloody nose, a busted lip, the list of what she might be sporting on any given day is endless.

Her knuckles are either bloody, or, on a rare occasion, healed but forever discolored from the constant scarring.

Her left ear is torn, there's a scar on the right side of her lower lip and she's visibly missing the left lateral incisor (the tooth right before the canine).

Doesn't own that many clothes, and her favorites include a big oversized black hoodie that she drowns in, short black bike shorts and neon green sneakers without any laces to speak off, or a slightly oversized gray t-shirt, ripped jeans, a very old leather jacket, red converse (with laces, wow) and an orange scarf.

PERSONALITY:

By default, Lyoka is a mix of chaotic and pretty indifferent.

Because of being a concrete jungle Mowgli who never really tried to enter the society of other city sectors, she seems to be more immature and ignorant than appropriate for her age. Stuff like history, biases and privileges, all those important nuances are lost on her, she lacks some of the emotional maturity and a lot of social skills.

She dislikes cops 'cause they're always on her ass — but they don't like anyone from the D-sec, so it's a given. Dislikes any person who gives her shit for her dirty look just as much. Zero political compass, zero care in the world — get food, get sleep, find some joy in the middle, who gives a shit about the rest.

Very self-confident, brash, no filter. Prone to dark humor. No real awareness of how fucked up her situation is — it's the only life she ever knew.

Curious by nature, likes climbing up to high places, loves people-watching.

Is very often confused and a lot of stuff whooshes over her head, but she's always willing to learn if you're willing to teach. As long as it's not something boring and she doesn't have to sit in one spot for too long.

Fidgety, trigger-happy (with her fists). Does not quickly trust people and values her independence a lot. ESPECIALLY her personal space. Touch-repulsed and WILL make it your problem. That being said, if you grow on her, you're basically gaining a scary dog privilege for life. Granted, the dog is very small — but indeed quite scary.

THE MENTAL CATCH:

Lyoka's big character trait is that she suffers from a mental condition I hesitate to slap an official name on. It's based on my own experiences with depersonalization, derealization and dissociation, but taken to an extreme for cathartic storytelling purposes.

On any given day, especially when she hadn't fought in a while, her brain flips out:

Sometimes she randomly stops recognizing her own body parts, instead seeing them as disgusting and/or mutilated, like something is wrong with them. It's not a delusion, she sees them properly, but it feels like they are alien and wrong.

Sometimes the world around her stops feeling real to the point of almost TV static, and then that static also starts swallowing her, and each time she's deadly afraid that it will consume her whole. Even if she doesn't exactly know what that would entail.

If her brain decides that it doesn't want to be in a particular situation, it fully checks out, leaving her body on autopilot, sometimes to the point of seeing herself in third person even. She does not like that loss of control.

As mentioned in all three cases, these episodes terrify her. Due to her living situation she's unable to afford any medication or other help, not that she would trust someone to mess with her head even more (not at this stage of her life anyway).

Which is why she figures her coping mechanisms herself, and the most efficient (and unhealthy) one is... you guessed it. Fighting.

If a body part gets hurt, it gets anchored to the reality (the pain makes her feel it at all times and reminds her of the shape, while the bruise marks it visually). The more she hurts, the more present she is. That's why she fights better after taking damage — her mind becomes clear.

Now, because of all that, depending on a day she can be either a funny chaotic gremlin or a pathetic wet rat who will try to take your eye out, so here's a handy guide:

BAD DAYS.

The worst of the worst. She's out of it, she's scared and panicking, she's self-harming by scratching herself and punching walls (or hitting her head on them, etc) in an attempt to ground herself, and she's looking for a fight, at any cost.

In this state she's mostly non-verbal (except for "fight me" and such), hunched over, eyes wild, looking for a target. She almost resembles a wild animal — ones she grew up among. Lot's of desperate animals in her sector, not just people.

NORMAL DAYS.

She's chilling. Not too talkative (although fully verbal), but curious, poking her nose everywhere. Loves observing — people, animals, especially birds. Down for vibing and parallel playing (aka just being in the vicinity while you do your thing).

Will definitely be grateful if you include her in some chill activity or give her something to fidget with.

GOOD DAYS (adrenaline edition)

A short-term alternative to pain — adrenaline. There's some big fight brewing, or some illegal activity, or simply something fun, anything that gets her blood pumping. She's hyped, she can't sit still, she's talkative and loud and ready to go go go.

This is why she's always down for some sketchy or dangerous shit. Self-preservation does not matter if there's fun to be had.

(Note: "fun" does not include alcohol and drugs, because they make her MORE disconnected from the reality and her body, which freaks her out. Not that she can't do that — but be prepared for a meltdown.)

A subset of this is when someone she cares about is hurt. That makes her blood boil in a different way and she gets clear-headed and focused.

GOOD DAYS

Everything is great. She got her dose, she's present, she's fully in control, the world is beautiful and people are cool. She's casually chatty, snarky, somewhat cocky. Always smiley and in a good mood (unless something significant ruins it).

Arguably her default personality, what she would've always been if she ever got help with her condition.

Note on roleplaying: unless we talk about it beforehand, I'm generally rolling a dice on how she's feeling at the moment of any given interaction — or decide on a whim/context. You're welcomed to request a specific "state" to interact with!

[hookerpeach]

Darkness & Light Part 2

Mountain Ghoul Fic | Unedited, Unbeta'd and subject to change at any time|

“What.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Leah stared at the sibling who had informed her that she would no longer be on duty in the Vaults, instead, Leah was to report to the garden. 

The sibling shuffled nervously before he began his explanation. “Well, Papa noticed that the gardens had become overgrown. . . And we already have so many other siblings down here already. I apologize, if you’d like me to I can find someone to-“

Leah cut him off. “No, I’m sorry, I’ll go.” She relented. She had loved working in the quiet hidden place that was the lower levels of the Abbey, but whatever the clergy needed, she would do. “I am sorry for snapping at you.” She amended. 

The sibling nodded silently, accepting her apology before Leah turned and began her walk through the Abbey to the garden in the courtyard. 

When she arrived the ground was still covered with morning dew and a chilly breeze softly blew her robes and veil, she looked around the stone courtyard, noticing just how overgrown the foliage had become. 

Thick vines wrapped around the trellises and Leah had a hard time telling what was supposed to be there and what wasn’t. But she got to work, parting the foliage that had grown into one another, and finding half dead flowers beneath them. Leah huffed, standing to her feet to go look for gardening supplies.

She remembered a shed at the back edge of the abbey, near the woods that she had been shown her first week, vaguely remembering seeing shovels and gloves inside. Leah found them all with ease and returned to the courtyard, hauling the little shovels and rakes in her arms. Once she returned though, she was no longer alone. 

The same demon she had encountered several days before stood, admiring a plant that Leah didn’t know the name of. The sun shone on his antlers and she noticed the plain tunic-like shirt and gray pants he wore, much different from the uniform he and the other ghouls had worn when they had arrived home. He turned to Leah and smiled, not like the feral one he had when they had first met, but still mischievous. 

Leah decided to approach him cautiously, nodding her head politely by way of greeting. She tried to not show the fear she felt in the pit of her stomach as she sat the rest of the tools down and began using a pair of shears to cut away the vines from the flowers. Her back was turned away from the drummer, but she still felt his eyes on her as she worked. 

“No gloves?” He asked. 

“No.” Leah answered quietly. 

“Your hands will get dirty.” 

Leah turned to look at him, he had moved so quietly she did not realize he was standing over her, now. Her heart beat hard in her chest, she ignored everything in her that screamed, “run”. 

“I. . .” She tried to think of the right words. “I like the feeling of the dirt in my hands.” She admitted, the demon’s eyebrows raised in surprise and his mouth opened to say something, but Leah continued. “My family lived near the woods and my siblings and I would play in the dirt.” 

The Ghoul nodded and was quiet for a moment, Leah turned back to her task as he started to talk again. Crouching next to her. “I came to apologize to you, parva soror. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Leah pulled up what she thought was a large weed. The sound of the roots ripping from the earth filled the silence between them. She tossed the weed to the side and reached for another. “I wasn’t scared.” She lied. 

“You gave me a fake name.” He said pointedly. 

She swallowed, pulling up another weed. “I was told that if I gave you my name you could summon me.” Leah turned to him again, noticing the long, black tail that came to a point behind his long legs swishing back and forth. Not looking at him for so long caused her to forget that he wasn’t human. “I don’t want…” she shook her head. “I don’t want to be anything like that, I just want to live here and help.” She avoided looking into Mountain’s eyes. “If you are looking for anything like that -.”

“No one will touch you unless you want them to.” He promised. His green, glowing eyes bore into her. 

Leah nodded, turning back to her work. They were quiet for a beat again before she spoke.  “Do Ghouls have names?” 

The demon huffed a laugh. “We are Nameless Ghouls.” But he thought for a moment and Leah looked over to him, meeting the green light that was his eyes. “But,” he continued, looking Leah over. “My siblings call me Mountain.” 

Leah gave him a once over, he did look like a creature from the mountains. She let her own huffed laugh, causing Mountain to tilt his head to the side. His lips were still turned up into a grin. “What?” He asked. His mood shifted and he seemed… pleased. 

Leah hid her smile behind the back of her dirty hand. “I just thought…” she sighed and shook her head and went back to pulling out the weeds. The smile remained on her face. “I thought that it would be something, you know… more…demonic?” She gestured vaguely with her hands. “But maybe that’s just silly.” 

Mountain let his head fall back in a loud laugh, his fangs poked out from beneath his lips. “You were expecting something more like,” and he said something that sounded like a growl and a hiss, something that Leah doubted she could replicate if she tried. “No, we are nameless, but people give us nicknames and they kind of stick.” He shrugged. “Speaking of names. . .” Leah cringed, remembering the lie she had told him days before. “Should I call you sister Leah or Rosa?” 

“You promise not to summon me?” Leah raised an eyebrow at the Ghoul who put a clawed hand over his chest and held up two fingers with his other hand in a promise. She laughed. “My name is Leah.” 

“Leeah.” He said experimentally, groaning as he stood up. “I have to go, but I will see you again, parva soror.” He smiled at her over his shoulder, and left, leaving Leah to finish her work in silence. 

+++

It didn’t take long for Leah to notice a pattern. Though she had successfully gaslit herself into thinking there was no pattern by the time the fifth day rolled around. She suspected that the demon - Mountain - had something to do with the way the weeds seemed to regrow every other day. It didn’t matter how much time and effort she had put into it, the task never seemed to end. 

There was also the fact that every afternoon Mountain would be waiting for Leah somewhere in the courtyard. She suspected he came when she was out with Jas. He didn’t stay for long, usually asking Leah a few innocent questions and leaving. 

But on the seventh day, Leah finally confronted him. 

He was laying in the middle of the grassy garden, his hands folded behind his head, basking in the sun like a cat. 

“He seems happy to be back.” Jas nodded to the Ghoul. “I’m surprised he’s letting you tend to it.” 

Leah watched Mountain for a second before what Jas said struck her. “What?” She turned to her new friend. 

Jas shrugged. “He took over the gardens after he was summoned, it’s kind of his thing.” 

Leah felt her stomach churn. She had been foolish for thinking that a demon was just playing nice, he was probably just trying to warm her up to him before he did - whatever it was he wanted. She remembered the way he looked at her after he licked the small paper cut, the predatory way he stood over her. 

“Have there. . . Have there ever been any virgins in the ministry?” Leah asked Jas a little too fast. 

Jas whipped her head from looking at Mountain and her hazel eyes met with Leah’s. “Why?”

Leah stiffened at her friend’s tone. “I heard a rumor.” She shrugged. 

“If there were any virgins,” Jas started carefully. “Then they would be in danger.” Her voice was a whisper. “The ghouls, we love them but they are demons… do you have something to tell me?”

Leah shook her head “no” a mask of innocence on her face. “I just wondered, because this is so different to the church I grew up in.” She shrugged. 

Jas studied Leah for a moment. Her face was unreadable. “Alright.” She finally said and turned, saying goodbye to Leah as she left to report to her duties for the day. 

Once Jas was out of sight Leah marched over to where Mountain was waiting for her in the courtyard. His mouth quirked up into a mischievous smile when he opened one green eye and saw Leah coming towards him. She tried to not let her step falter as she got closer, tried to keep the mask of indifference on her face as she neared the Ghoul, but the way he looked at her - like he was happy to see her, she wasn’t used to such a thing. 

“Parva soror.” He purred in greeting. 

Leah shuffled. “Why.” She finally said, staring down at the Ghoul. 

He leaned forward, his eyes filled with confusion and concern. “Why. . .?” He raised an eyebrow at her, extending the question. 

Leah gestured to the garden, to him and she felt as if she would explode if she actually said anything. “I -.” Her voice wobbled and Mountain stood up quickly, towering over Leah once again. “I know you are why the weeds keep coming back.” She finally confronted him. “I am not stupid.” She added with a whisper. 

“Let’s go somewhere private.” He urged, reaching out to grab Leah's Shoulders, but she moved away from him. 

“You said-.” She started, but a sob caught in her throat. 

“Leah.” The Ghoul’s voice was rough. Her dark brown eyes met with Mountain’s and he looked just as serious as he had when he promised her no one would touch her. He shook his head. “Tell me why you are angry.” He said evenly. 

Leah swallowed, looking around to make sure they were alone. “Are you regrowing them? The weeds?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why.” 

Mountain sighed and Leah assumed he whispered a curse in his native tongue as he looked down to the grass and spat. His eyes were on her again when he began his explanation. 

“We ghouls,” he paused, flexing his clawed hands. “We may be able to appear, think and act human.” Mountain avoided Leah’s gaze, thinking as he spoke. “We are soulless, we have… instincts. And some of us are better at handling those instincts than others.” He looked Leah over, taking a step closer to her. “The day we came home and I smelled you.” The Ghoul shook his head. “I could have drained your blood in an instant.” 

Leah shuddered at the picture he painted in her head. 

“My siblings, especially two of them, are not as good at controlling themselves as I am.” Mountain continued. “I didn’t intend to deceive you. I just wanted-.” Mountain threw his hands up into the air in frustration. “I wanted to keep you safe.” He was standing over Leah again and put his hand on her shoulder. “Did they even tell you, what we do to humans like you?”

Leah’s face was cold despite the heat that crept up her neck. She shook her head in answer. “They don’t know. You’re the only one.”

The Ghoul’s eyes were wide open. “Leah -.” He whispered.

“I know.” She cut him off. “I know I shouldn’t be here, but my family -.” Tears filled her eyes again and she stared at the ground. She wasn’t sure if it was the anger or embarrassment she felt building up inside her gut, but she felt sick, sick in the thought that she thought she had found the one place she thought she could be happy, away from the fundamentalist church where she had been taught that she was nothing more than a walking incubator, where they had taught her the only thing of value she had brought to the world was between her legs. 

Mountain’s voice pulled her from the wave of trauma, fear and guilt she felt. “Leah.” He said softly again and she found herself staring at him. “You are right where you need to be. As long as I am here, no one will touch you. I swear.” 

A tear escaped Leah’s eye and she bit her lip before a thunderous voice called from within the abbey. 

“Moooooooooooouuuunnnntaaaaaaaaaaaaainnnn!” 

The ghoul in question said the same curse he had said before and his spaded tail flicked violently from behind. He shoved Leah behind him, shielding her from whoever was calling for him.

“Playing with the nuns again, brother?” 

Another ghoul, this one with eyes of burning orange fire appeared behind Mountain and Leah. He wasn’t nearly as tall as Mountain, but he still stood a head taller than her. His horns came out of his forehead, much like the devils she had seen in pictures as a child. His dark brown hair was coiled into small curls atop his head. He ducked down so that his face was right in front of Leah’s, as if he were inspecting her. Mountain ushered Leah behind him again, turning to face his sibling. 

“Swiss.” The taller Ghoul greeted with a nod, his serious tone making the shorter ones s smile grow wider. “What is it?” 

“I just wanted to see why you’ve been late to practice all week.” Swiss shrugged innocently, but his smile was pure mischief. His orange eyes shifted to Leah. “And I must agree, she’s a lovely distraction.” 

Leah felt the rumble from Mountain as he growled at his brother, his spaded tail whipped left and right. “Leave.”

“Fraterculus.” Swiss gasped and raised his eyebrows, putting a palm on his chest. “You wound me.” Buthe shook his head and was back to fun and games“Come, Papa calls us.” His face was serious when he looked behind Mountain to Leah again. “You can join us, Decoris.” Swiss winked. 

Mountain growled again and the smaller ghoul rolled his orange eyes but still addressed Leah when he spoke; “The earth demons are so territorial.” 

Leah laughed, their exchange reminded her of her own siblings. Mountain became rigid and Swiss’ smile grew wider. 

“Won’t you join us?” Swiss held out a clawed hand to Leah, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at her. “We don’t bite, unless you like that.” He winked again, fangs flashing.  

Leah bit back another laugh, but shook her head. “I am afraid I have to tend to the garden.” She motioned to the weeds. “But thank you.” 

Swiss looked back to Mountain, raising his eyebrows again. Mountain didn’t move for a second before he turned back to Leah. The green light in his eyes had dimmed and he huffed, folding his arms.

“I apologize for my brother’s behavior.” He said pointedly, earning a loud “Hey!” From said brother. “Find me if you need anything.” He smiled, but it didn’t show in his eyes. He turned back to Swiss, nodded and they both disappeared in a cloud of ash and brimstone.

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Chapter 10 - The Aftermath. Episode 1.

Congo: *I dug my shovel into the dirt, and as I looked up at the sky I let a big deep sigh seep out between my lips. Things hadn't been the same since Evan's parents were here. The first two days since they left, Rose and Lily had stayed, but after Evan's mood dropped further and further down, and no one seemed to be able to cheer him up, the girls and I had agreed it was best they left. Evan wasn't too happy anyway keeping Lily around, after she the following morning of the faithful meeting with his parent, under breakfast had announced that she had had sex with Daniel. We had all been gathered at the breakfast table, Andy, Evan, Rose, Lily and I, and through the front door, Daniel had suddenly came strutting like he was the master of the universe. The big painted smile on his face, had been a sure sign he had had a great night, so when I asked him how come he seemed more cheerful that usual, he had just chuckled and stuffed a waffle in his mouth. Lily then leaned back on her chair, sipped her orange juice, and grinned wide. It didn't take Evan many seconds to catch up on the signals, and as he coughed on his coffee, Lily had gone on to proclaiming loudly: 'So Danny boy, thank you for last night… it was fun!' At that moment Evan turned pale in his face, slammed his fist down in the plate, and as the plate broke, Daniel had turned just as pale in his face as Evan had become. He left without a word, and now 4 days later, Evan and Daniel still hadn't laid eyes on Each other. Daniel came by last night, we had a talk, some alcohol, and a round of rumble in the bedroom, but he left very early in the morning, while he was sure he wouldn't bump into Evan. Lily is a smart girl, and at 34 more than old enough to make her own decisions, but I can't help but at the same time understanding Evan. After all he only wants the best for her. And as much as we all love Daniel, he might not exactly be the best for Lily. At least in Evans mind. Casual sex or not. On a normal day I would talk with him about it, but things hasn't been normal, for a very long time. I threw a few seeds in the hole I had dug, and quickly covered them. It was the last hole for today, and judging by the height of the sun, it was now late afternoon, and it dawned on me I had already spent hours in the garden, planting new seeds for the summer. Raking leaves and weeds. I looked at my dirty hands and let the small shovel fall down in the soft grass, and I quickly followed, sighing relieved as I laid back into the grass, looking up at the sky. The weather had been nice the past 2 weeks, warmer and warmer temperatures. I always loved spring when everything started blooming. The smell of the new leaves on the trees, the grass growing strong and fresh again, then new flowers, butterflies, birds chirping, blue skies. Although my favourite season had always been fall. My thoughts drifted back to the girls again, more specifically Rose this time. On their second day here, Rose had found me in the kitchen. I was cooking dinner. Andy, Evan and Lily was watching movies downstairs. She had been very quiet when she had entered the open kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter as she looked around the room a bit questioning.*

Rose: Andy says you build this house yourself?

Congo: Yes, a few years back, me and my work crew came to this town, to help with some building projects, this house and the house next door was two out of 4 projects. So when we needed to change city, I naturally looked up this house, and saw it was in the market, and what was even more perfect, the house next door was as well. It was natural for me to consider it for Evan and Daniel. But of course Evan is mostly here, I have asked him to consider moving in with us, and even though he hasn't said yes, he never really leaves any longer. *I smiled at her warmly and nodded at the open bottle of red wine standing next to me* Do you want a glass?

Rose: *She nodded softly and grabbed a wine glass from one of the closets, slowly pouring herself a glass, then filled my glass as well* So he left in the beginning when you came here?

Congo: *I smiled softly and opened the oven to poke the baked potatoes a bit* yes and no. He often left for a few hours per day, to give Andy and I some 'quality time' as he called it. We never really asked him to do so. Except 2 times, one of them being my birthday. My wish was to have the whole morning and day alone with Andy. So he of course listened to my wish. Your brother was always very considerate. Always leaving space for me and Andy to enjoy each other privately. And he still does. Only now he doesn't go home. He stays downstairs most of the time. It's still a situation we all have to get used to. It's not always easy being 3 in a relationship, you can't be too egoistic when you have to share the one you love.

Rose: *She smiled softly and nodded agreeing* I honestly couldn't do something like that. I wouldn't want to share my partner, I'm way too jealous for that. And frankly I thought Evan was as well? I seem to recall he was very jealous with his last girlfriend. But that was of course 6 years ago, I guess he must have changed since then?

Congo: *I chuckled softly* He is doing well, and much better than he did in the beginning. It is a lot harder for him to share, than it is for me to share. And he does get jealous. A lot. But I think he is good at handling it. He tries to not let it show too much.

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House of Earth and Blood Chapter 1

Okay, so I've just slogged my way through ACOTAR. And I don't think I'll be able to make it through Crescent City without somewhere to vent my thoughts, and so, here we are. Enjoy, or not, at your discretion.

We open with our protagonist, Bryce, at her workplace of Griffin Antiquities. Someone named Danika is apparently pounding on the door, which means it's Thursday. Hopefully we'll learn why this means it's Thursday, but I shan't hold my breath.

“Open the Hel up, B. It’s hot as shit out here!”

Now, I figured we were in for some Nordic vibes when I saw the world was called Midgard, but… well, it just feels strange to use "Hel" like this. Probably because I sincerely doubt these characters are actually Norse, and it's more a case of "hell" being too pedestrian for this book. We'll see, I suppose. It doesn't fill me with confidence either way.

“What the fuck does rootling mean?”[…] “You’d know if you ever picked up a book, Danika.”

Being Australian, I'd say this is far funnier than the book probably intended, but… seeing as this book is by Sarah J Maas, for all I know it was 100% intentional. sighs

We hear the voice of someone named Lehabah, who tells us that someone else named Jesiba doesn't like Danika coming in. Bryce lets her in anyway.

[Bryce had] barely untangled [Danika's plait] before Danika’s slim fingers were unbuckling the straps that kept the sword sheathed across her worn leather motorcycle jacket.

A sword and a motorcycle jacket? Presumably if motorcycle jackets exist, then motorcycles do as well? Why a sword, then? Is there a reason despite presumably superior technology existing, or are we returning to our classic fanfiction katanas because swords are just cooler than guns? I mean, I agree, but if you want to use swords you probably shouldn't set your story in a world where they're obsolete.

Bryce reminds Danika that Jesiba doesn't like her, and we get an infodump on who Jesiba is - a born witch who defected to the House of Flame and Shadow who knows many spells and turns people into animals.

…from the little blurb before the start of the book, I got the impression that the houses were ways of categorising the various magical beings, by species/type. What exactly does defecting from one's original house entail? Is Jesiba no longer a witch, then? Would a water nymph no longer be a water nymph if they decided to switch houses?

Bryce had never dared ask if the small animals in the dozen tanks and terrariums had always been animals.

I feel like perhaps you should. Out of concern for your own safety even if you don't care about the potential victims.

We learn about the Vanir, an umbrella term for all non-human/natural animal creatures, and that neither Danika nor Bryce care much for cleaning up their dirty, stinky gym clothes. Apparently Bryce forgot to wash them last time because she and Danika smoked too much fantasy weed. No, really.

Right—she’d forgotten to bring home the leotard and tights to wash after a lunchtime class two days ago. Mostly thanks to Danika sending her a video of a heap of mirthroot on their kitchen counter[…]They’d smoked enough that there was a good chance Bryce had still been high yesterday morning when she’d stumbled into work.

We learn a few misc details about the characters and world: Danika ate Bryce's noodles, Bryce got a tattoo that still hurts, Vanir heal faster than humans, Bryce is half-human, satyr and nightstalkers exist and Danika is covered in their gunk, Danika has a tattoo that signifies she belongs to something called the "Pack of Devils"… there's a lot of infodumping going on.

Bryce had always wondered why Jesiba bothered with an old-fashioned generator—until the citywide firstlight outage last week. When the power had failed, only the generator had kept the mechanical locks in place during the looting that followed

Having a backup power source is an old-fashioned concept?

Bryce tells us that Danika taking a shower means she's about to meet with the City Heads, of whom there are apparently seven. We learn Danika's grandfather is the Prime of the Valbaran wolves, whatever that means, and that her mother, Sabine, is the Alpha of the Scythe Moon Pack, a shifter unit in the city's Auxiliary, and she apparently hates Danika. It seems Danika is the preferred heir of her grandfather, even receiving a sentimental sword from him, and this pisses her mother off.

Sabine had never forgotten that humiliation. Especially when Danika carried the blade nearly everywhere—especially in front of her mother.

Make of that what you will.

Danika is meeting with these City Heads because someone named Philip Briggs is being released today, due to a technicality caused by messed up paperwork, apparently.

She clenched her slim jaw, the glow from the firstlights in the glass sconces along the stairwell bouncing off her dirty hair. “It’s so fucked up.”

I'm not sure what a firstlight is, but I feel like I would like to know.

Instead, Bryce tells us that there's a human rebellion in a place called Pangera, and that Philip Briggs had been trying to bring said rebellion to Valbara, which is presumably where our protagonists are, committing terrorist acts to do so. Danika and her wolf pack were apparently responsible for catching him.

Briggs made no secret of his goal: a global conflict that would cost the lives of millions on either side. Lives that were expendable if it meant a possibility for humans to overthrow those who oppressed them—the magically gifted and long-lived Vanir and, above them, the Asteri, who ruled the planet Midgard from the Eternal City in Pangera.

I mean yeah, war and millions dying is bad, but it's kinda hard to hate the guy when it's one of the oppressor-class whinging about the oppressed fighting back. There'd be no need for such a war if there were no oppression happening, after all. Kinda brought it on yourselves.

We learn even more about Bryce's moral leanings.

As one of the most elite shifter units in Crescent City’s Auxiliary, the Pack of Devils patrolled the Old Square, making sure drunken, handsy tourists didn’t become drunken, dead tourists when they approached the wrong person. Making sure the bars and cafés and music halls and shops stayed safe from whatever lowlife had crawled into town that day. And making sure people like Briggs were in prison.

I don't know, something in the phrasing of it bothers me. "When they approached the wrong person." Makes it sound like the crime is in the approaching, not in whatever it was the "wrong person" did to make them dead tourists. And the use of the word "lowlife", too… yeah. Getting a real air of superiority from Bryce here.

More names of things are flung at us: a 33rd Imperial Legion of angels, a Govenor, Micah Domitus, Archangel of Crescent City. Danika apparently plans to snarl in his face about Briggs' release being unacceptable. We're told the titles of the rest of the leaders, and honestly, I'm probably not going to be able to remember them until they become relevant to the plot in some way. There is a lot of infodumping going on, and I've only got so much brain RAM.

The humans in Asphodel Meadows had no Head. No seat at the table. Philip Briggs had found more than a few sympathizers because of it.

Golly gee, I wonder why those pesky humans are rebelling? Hmmmmmmm. Mystery. Bryce doesn't wonder though, she just tells us more about Archangel Micah, Head of the CBD (which, yes, means Central Business District in this book. It's a bit hard to get a read on the tech level here ngl).

Danika started walking down a set of steps several pages ago, by the way, and she's just now reached the bottom. We hear her greet something named Syrinx.

Jesiba had purchased the Lower creature two months ago, to Bryce’s delight. He is not a pet, Jesiba had warned her. He’s an expensive, rare creature bought for the sole purpose of assisting Lehabah in guarding these books. Do not interfere with his duties.

Bryce, of course, ignores this warning and treats Syrinx (who is a chimera) like a pet. But apparently Jesiba doesn't care enough to monitor the situation, so all is well. I am also noting the use of the term "Lower" creature there. Perhaps it's just a term to refer to non-animals of animal-level intelligence (which is really a distinction that shouldn't be drawn in worlds were such creatures are normal, so it's kinda immersion-breaking when the distinction is drawn for the sake of the audience. But I digress). Or perhaps it's more signs of Bryce's superior attitude? We shall see.

Danika banters with Lehabah, who is apparently a fire sprite. And then Bryce's phone rings.

Heels sinking into the plush carpeting, Bryce reached the phone before it went to audiomail, sparing herself a five-minute lecture. “Hi, Jesiba.”

......don't you mean voicemail? You didn't rename motorbikes, or the CBD - why randomly rename this?

Anyway, Jesiba threatens to turn Danika into a lizard, and the chapter ends.