#they really worked well off of each other

[gutsby]

Raw

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel begs to cum inside you.

Warnings: 18+. If y’all don’t like an age gap and a nasty, nasty breeding kink, DO NOT read this shit—I’m serious. Unprotected p-in-v. Daddy kink. Jealous!Joel. Feral!Joel. Cumplay à la sucking Joel’s dick clean after he fucks you.

Note: This is a one shot in the Waiting Game universe. If I had to guess, I’d say it takes place between Homemade & Ruined!

Another Note: ‘Sweet Emotion’ by Aerosmith is the song Joel’s listening to when he’s trying to kill his boner LOL.

Word count: 3.5k

Joel’s mind was always buzzing with bad ideas.

He’d left for work that morning with his dick as hard as steel, balls as heavy as rocks, and you, gorgeous and naked and entirely unfucked in his king-sized bed.

Idiot that he was, he forgot to buy condoms last week. You’d cleared all thirty-six of the rubbers he’d had during your most recent visit from college, and since then, Joel had been meaning to restock, but it just slipped his mind—now, he was suffering the consequences of that oversight in spades, as he hadn’t been able to get his typical fill of you before he left for work. Or last night.

You’d so sweetly suggested some 69 action after he’d picked you up from the airport the night before, knowing just how badly you wanted each other—despite the fact that it was three A.M. and you happened to be ovulating. But it wasn’t meant to be. No sooner had Joel shucked off his boots, jeans, boxers, and shirt and crawled into the space beside you in bed than you were passed out. Snoring loudly and lying splayed between his sheets without the faintest idea of how horny the old man was.

There is something very wrong with me, he thought.

He’d been so pent-up and wild with thoughts of you writhing underneath him, cunt snug around his cock, that he hadn’t even been able to rub one out after that. It was like some maggot had crawled its way inside his head and had him needing insane things. Stupid things.

Shit that would legitimately get him locked up, or kicked to the doghouse, if he ever shared these thoughts aloud.

He wanted to pump you full of cum.

He craved the feeling of you leaking him.

He felt an urge to fill you like he never had before.

Had he really forgotten to buy those condoms last week? Or had it been the workings of his own subconscious mind, begging him to test the waters of what you would look like flush with that milky white substance and drip—

Shit.

Joel almost spilled his piping hot two-dollar coffee from the gas station onto his pants. Again. He cut the wheel and made the turn, set the cup in its little holder, and, without a second thought for his own well-being, cranked the car stereo to fifty. Fuck his hearing.

‘SWEEEEEEEET EMOOOOOTION!’

That should do the trick.

It seemed deafening himself with classic rock was the only way Joel could keep some semblance of composure today. Admittedly, it worked wonders. He learned it was much harder to stay horny when your head was ringing.

Of course, it had been just his luck that before he’d been able to stop by H.E.B. to buy rubbers on his lunch break, you’d called and said you needed a ride from the repair shop. Apparently, your dad’s truck was all kinds of fucked up and he’d asked you to drop it off at the mechanic that afternoon. You’d needed a ride home after, and Joel had only too happily, and hornily, obliged.

He was still stiff as shit pulling into the parking lot a minute later. He reached for the radio dial again but quickly found that he’d turned it all the way to its limit.

His phone buzzed in his pants.

Your name was on the screen.

I gotta fill out some bullshit paperwork. Come on in.

You must’ve seen him park the Bronco from inside.

Is that you blasting Aerosmith in your car? 🤨

Joel let out a sigh and shut off the engine.

Readjusting his rock-hard cock in his jeans, he went in.

And the moment he stepped in there, he regretted it. Joel got exactly one foot inside the door before his eyes nearly bugged out of his head and his jaw hit the floor.

You were signing paperwork alright—bent over the front desk where everyone in the waiting room of the repair shop could see right up your miniskirt. Joel choked.

There had to be fifteen men in there, at least. All but one old guy dozing off in the corner were gawking at your backside pushed up in the air. Joel saw you shuffle some papers around, eyeball a form and pose a question to the man behind the desk, who was also trying his damndest not to stare, and then hum something low. You laughed.

You were so naïve.

As if a switch had flipped in his head and every thought thenceforth was from a place of being an overprotective, asshole-ish, caveman of a guy, Joel strode in, scowling.

He shot pointed, putrid looks of disdain at every shameless voyeur drinking you in with their eyes, and, to his surprise, a couple turned their gazes guiltily away.

That’s right. Keep your fucking eyes to yourself.

Then, without even really meaning to think it:

She’s all mine. So don’t get your hopes up.

Would anyone in there think you were with him? Did it even matter? In that moment, Joel didn’t give a shit. He just walked in with his head up, jaw clenched, and eyes shooting daggers at every scumbag who dared to keep looking. He approached the front desk just as you turned

“Oh! Hey.” You breathed a sound of surprise, smiling. “You scared the shit out of me. I’ll just be a minute.”

You had about thirty seconds before he yanked you out by that little skirt and drilled you on the hood of his car.

Instead of saying that, though, Joel just frowned.

“C’mon, kid, I got places to be. Hurry it up.”

You flashed him a puzzled look but said nothing in reply. He hadn’t expected you to, seeing how occupied you were with discussing your old man’s truck’s transmission flush, tire rotation, wiper blade replacement, and on and on and on until Joel’s head was spinning with all the jargon. Since when did you know about ignition coils?

No matter.

Just a few more action items to parse through, then you’d swipe your card and get the hell out of there.

“I mean…do y’all have to replace that cabin air filter? Can’t my dad do that himself? Or just wait a little bit?”

Surely you knew you were torturing him now.

There was no way you weren’t doing this on purpose.

The shop employee scratched the back of his neck and gave a sheepish smile, right after he’d unglued his gaze from the cleavage spilling out of your top. He coughed.

“Well…well, uh, see here, our last service report says…”

Joel didn’t give a flying fuck what the service report said. He tuned out the rest of what the little pervert was trying to tell you then and turned to face the waiting room with a flinty, stern look. Several sets of eyes snapped away.

One in particular, he noticed, didn’t flinch at all.

Of course it belonged to some shit-brained kid. Probably only two or three years out of high school and ogling you like a slab of meat while his father sat beside him, trying to do the same but slightly more discreetly. How polite.

It was almost as if Joel had acquired some supersonic hearing ability over the last five minutes, and he could somehow tell what the ass-hat was muttering to his dad.

‘Hell, I’d like to bend her over a desk myself.’

His father grinned, eyes wandering again.

‘Yeah. I bet she’d like that. Love it, even.’

Fuck this.

Technically, Joel hadn’t heard the words come out of their mouths, but the intentions had been behind their eyes all the same. He hated it. The longer he stood here with you, the more the odds grew he’d end up decking someone, or throwing a chair at their head, so he swiftly tilted and pressed a touch to your elbow. It amazed him how gentle it was, given the bloodlust percolating within.

“Honey, we need to go,” he told you, voice low.

“What?” You turned. Brows furrowing. “Why?”

Because every swinging dick in this establishment wants to get in you. Let’s dip before I kill someone.

“Because I’m paying for all the repairs. C’mon.”

Before Joel could even begin to contemplate the ramifications of this offer—exactly how much cash he’d be blowing on his best friend’s truck thanks to his impulsiveness—he slid his credit card across the desk and jerked his head toward the door. Telling you to go.

“Joel, you can’t—” you’d just started to say.

“Now that’s a real fine thing to do for your daughter, b—”

It was the latter of these two statements, seemingly spoken at once, that Joel paid any mind at all. The stranger behind the desk’s thinking that he was your dad, and not your partner, made his blood boil beneath the skin. His conviction to do this only grew stronger.

Suddenly, Joel was turning his body to you. Leaning down, gripping your chin in one hand, and letting his mouth land firmly on yours, so that there would be no mistaking who he was, or what he was to you. Not today.

Your lips were warm, and they kissed him back gently. When he’d pulled away, your face, and every expression around yours was painted with some degree of surprise.

The man behind the desk cleared his throat: ‘Uh, sorry.’

Not the dad. Got it.

Joel was glad to spread the message, even if your gaze was lingering on his with a wordless little threat, like you would get him for this. He just grinned and nodded to the door again, then watched you leave, skirt swishing and bobbing all the way to the door. Hardly any eyes followed now, as most were too busy flitting to him.

Good.

Great.

“That’ll be $4,898.72, sir.”

Goddamn.

You hadn’t seen Joel this feral in ages.

Hell, maybe ever.

His cock seemed to be cleaving your body in half with how hard his thrusts were coming in now. How loud those wet slaps against the swell of your ass rang out through the cramped backseat of his car, how deep his tip sank, and how quickly the motions repeated, like Joel was beating a drum somewhere far down in your cervix.

Your eyes rolled. Jaw slackened. Tongue darted from either corner of your lips to lap away the spit that was trickling out. Joel was fucking you that hard. His strokes jostled your body, dick wedging deep and unforgiving, and his eyes were alight with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. Your own vision was blurring at the edges.

“Tell me it’s mine,” Joel panted against your neck.

Then, as if his hips had been made to pummel at this relentless, frantic pace, he lowered his torso to yours and drilled away even quicker. The force and the friction were so great you had only to grip his forearms and meet his gaze, barely able to get the words out: ‘Y—Yours, Joel.’

Doing this the day after your period tracker claimed you’d been ovulating probably wasn’t the best idea. Insane as he was with desire, the thought did also seem to cross Joel’s mind as he pounded away. More than once, his brow pinched, and his hips made as if to stutter to a halt. Then the need kicked in. The thing picked up again, harder than it had before, and Joel was back to fucking you hard on the upholstered seats of his Bronco.

Above you, his jaw clenched. His teeth ground tighter.

“This…” he grit out, as if words evaded him. “…OK?”

Yes, Joel.

You’d never seen such bare-faced need from him in all your life, and you loved it. It wasn’t just the expression of a man in love—which he was—but also the face of a person in pain. Someone whose need for your touch was so agonizingly great that he was blind to anything else. Joel lifted his arms to bracket your head so he could get in even closer, and his frantic pants warmed your cheeks. Come evening, you’d happily be popping Plan Bs like candy if it meant another moment of seeing him like this.

Sweat glistened on his brow and in between spatterings of silver and black along his jaw. His gaze was hard and determined, like he was contemplating something else.

Slowly, and with legs trembling against his sides at every thrust, you reached to cup his face. You stroked it gently.

“Is—Is everything alri—”

“I wanna cum inside you.”

Joel’s voice was deadpan, with no preamble or warning. Mere inches from your face, his own was twisted in that strange, pained look. His cock twitched; its pace slowed.

Your walls clamped around him instinctively. You blinked.

“W-What?”

“Wanna fill you up.”

There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in his tone as his hips rocked steadily against you. If anything, his grip grew even tighter, like he was trying to press you down.

“But Joel, I’m—” Another clench. Another strangled breath. “I still might…be…ovulating. And you’re…”

“Old enough to be your father, ain’t I?” he sneered. “Least, that’s what everybody in that shop seemed to think. What if you made me one today, hm, sweet pea?”

He didn’t mean it.

Joel knew how bad it’d be if he really knocked you up. Just the same, you couldn’t contain the sharp, startled whimper as his cock stirred inside you and that thought took shape—his hot and sticky seed being shot in ropes, painting your needy walls, making you so, so full of him.

Your lizard brain didn’t bat an eye at that.

Blame it on ovulation, a glaring oversight in sex education, your undoubtedly compromised morals or whatever the case may have been, but you wanted it.

You needed him in, making a mess where he shouldn’t.

With sunlight bathing you both in the backseat of Joel’s car, classic rock drifting through the speakers, and one handsome, weathered, earnest expression hovering over yours with the faintest of smiles, how could you refuse?

He sped up again. The hands that had slid to your hips constricted to an almost suffocating level, but it was possessive. Protective. Envy sparked in Joel’s eyes.

“Don’t want nobody oglin’ what’s mine, y’hear?”

It was a question, but it didn’t warrant a reply.

You nodded anyway, watching the older man’s gaze shift from your eyes to your lips to your breasts to, eventually, the sight of his length plunging in and out of your body below. Your eyes trailed after it, and you watched one hand of his move from your hip to your ribs. Rubbing.

Your wet and pliant hole took him with ease and welcomed him in. The sounds of your shared fluids were obscene, but it made the kind of wild, dizzying refrain you knew you wouldn’t be able to forget for years, if ever.

Slowly, Joel’s palm slid over, and his fingers splayed out.

His hand rested flat against your belly as he fucked you with abandon. At a particularly deep thrust, it was as if you felt him all the way up in your lungs, and your throat pushed out a cry. Your legs tightened around Joel’s waist, and you knew the end wasn’t far from sight.

“All—All—All yours, daddy. Cum in me, please.”

Joel’s fingers flexed gently on your tummy, then he moved them back and forth as his dick did the same.

The friction nearly sent your mind in a spiral; you glanced down, and you saw his outline, faintly, under that touch.

Joel was so big, and your body was lying perfectly supine on the seat that you could feel him—see him—push repeatedly inside you. A little bulge took shape where his hand was pressing in, and the sensation was overwhelming. Your hands slid to Joel’s hair and yanked.

“Fill me—wanna feel you, daddy, please just fill me—”

“Think a little swell in that belly’ll keep those boys from lookin’, huh? Is that what I gotta do to show ‘em you’re—”

“Yes! Fuck!” you whined.

“—always gonna be mine?”

Joel’s thrusts were relentless. Your brain was on the fritz. Your hips tried to lift, mindlessly, begging him to fill you with his cum, but the man had you pinned underneath him. Sweat drenched you both, and the wildest ideas were humming between you. You were almost there.

“That’d be one way to tell your dad, huh?” Joel panted.

Oh, fuck.

“Have you come home from college all swole up with my kid—he couldn’t keep us apart then, huh?” he went on.

Your father would probably skin him alive if he found out. Still, your lips parted, and you dumbly, sweetly mumbled, OK, OK, Joel. Give me one. Make me a mommy, please.

Joel almost lost his hold on your hip and your belly with that last part; he all but folded in on you with that request. Breathily, through his teeth, he gritted:

“You mean that, baby?”

Again, you nodded.

Momentarily forgetting the outline of his cock in your tummy, the thought of seeing you leaking his cum and squirming for more, it seemed, Joel just sank into you.

He bracketed his arms around your head like he had before, flattened his chest to yours, and fucked you.

It was primal. Needy. Wet. Insatiable. You probably looked feral and senseless, and neither of you cared.

Overhead, the strains of an old ZZ Top song reached a crescendo, and Joel’s eyes stayed locked on yours. His cock stretched you in a way that seemed implausible—you felt him from root to tip and could sense the oncoming pulses before they ever left a drop.

Then Joel kissed you. In his warm, soft, and loving way, his lips melded to yours and caressed them continually. Though it might’ve only lasted a few seconds, the effect was profound, and you found yourself pulling him deeper. Squeezing him tight and taking him whole.

“You really wanna have a baby with me, Miller?”

“Nope.” Joel’s response was instantaneous.

“Wh—”

“Eight kids, at least. You OK with that?”

If you weren’t on the verge of climax, you would’ve laughed in his face. But because you were, and you happened to be head over heels in love with this man, you grinned, nodding. Joel smiled and kissed you again.

“Alright. First one’s comin’ now if you’ll just—oh, fuck.”

It seemed like Joel wanted to drag things out a little longer, but his body had other plans. Yours did, too.

Right as your walls clenched and your senses started to flood with those sweet, euphoric feelings, Joel’s cock throbbed once. Twice. Again and again, unleashing ropes of his cum in a seemingly endless stream. Your heels dug deep in Joel’s back, and your jaw fell open, instinctively. While that sticky-wet warmth filled your insides and Joel continued pounding away, a shriek clawed out from you.

It started as a cry and quickly morphed into a moan, shrill as anything: “Please, baby. Please, please, please.”

You never thought you’d want to upend your life with a child before you even graduated from school or got a job.

Joel clearly hadn’t been planning for that either, and still, his voice was as slow and sweet as molasses in your ear.

“Take it all now, darlin’. That’s it. That’s my girl. So good.”

He stroked your hair and emptied himself completely. His balls must’ve been drained, because you could sense what felt like a torrent of warmth between your legs.

When he pulled out, you both groaned at the sight.

Joel was drenched in his cum and yours. Dripping.

Still oozing a little at the tip, the old man was spent, and it appeared he was about to give himself a good shake and wipe it all off, when you stopped Joel in his tracks.

Your mouth watered as you watched him. You swallowed.

You didn’t even bother to ask for what you wanted, just stuck out your tongue and peered up with doe eyes.

Joel groaned and nodded. He shuffled closer and lowered himself in until his tip was at your mouth.

Your lips closed around him, and your head bobbed down. As his cock filled you whole, your mind went blank. It wasn’t even a matter of sucking him off or getting him clean; you just needed to feel and taste the cum that had sprayed your insides. You craved the scent of the sweet, affectionate man who was well over twice your age and still on board with giving you his babies.

Even if it was just a fantasy between you both…for now.

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed until your lips slipped off him with a pop, and your vision suddenly brightened. You eyed Joel curiously from below, and your heart skipped a beat when you could see he was smiling.

Before he could speak, or else try to clean you up any himself, your own lips twitched a little at the corners. Your gaze searched Joel’s with a soft, tender intensity, and for a second, you debated whether or not to say it.

Quickly, you made your choice.

Just as Joel was about to lean down to reach for his clothes, maybe search the floor for a clean t-shirt or towel to wipe you both down with, his eyes were still glued to yours, and your grin was slowly growing bigger.

Joel cocked a brow in question, and you went on ahead, fighting the urge to laugh while you said, sweet as ever:

“So…it looks like my little miniskirt trick actually worked.”

And if I said Reader got pregnant with twins…THEN WHAT

[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Roommate Ghost who’s basically a rehomed cat.

You barely saw him at first. He’d come out of his room to do laundry, and you’d occasionally spot the back of him as he’s leaving for work, but otherwise it was like living with a ghost. A large, moody ghost who seemed to think eye contact was an unforgivable breach of privacy.

So you did the obvious thing, and coaxed him out with food. You’re lonely, he seems nice enough, and he’s also just conveniently there. It’s no big deal to make something that smells really wonderful when he’s home, and hope he’ll take the bait.

It takes three whole entire dinners. Two delicious meals without so much as a stir from his room, and you’re just about to give up on the whole scheme, when you’re finally rewarded with a tousled head poking out of his room on the third attempt.

“Want some?” you immediately pipe up, giving him an encouraging smile while you scoop noodles into your bowl. Realizing your mistake, you quickly relocate your gaze back to the food, so as not to scare him off.

Cmon, take the bait. Come on out, kitty. You know you want it.

Silent as ever, your massive roommate indeed emerges to fill his belly.

A soft, “Thanks,” is all you get for your efforts, but it thrills you. You sit there practically vibrating with glee, trying to play as cool as possible while you both eat and purposefully don’t speak to each other. There’s just chewing and silence, and the quiet clatter of spoons and forks, and you love it.

The next day, the contents of your personal grocery list have magically appeared in your refrigerator. The meat you needed, vegetables, your special milk for your cereal. Bemused, you step over to your pantry and verify that, yes, he got the dry stuff too. You weren’t planning to cook anything fancy two days in a row, but hell, if he’s around again tonight, you might as well.

But he’s not around. You don’t see him again for several weeks, never even got a text that he was leaving. You were just starting to make progress, and now it’ll all be erased when he returns. You lost your one window of opportunity for building trust, and it’ll be back to silence, back to emptiness, back to being strangers.

But to your surprise, when he does finally come home, he meows at you.

Not officially. Not in, like, actual cat language, but he drops his bag by the door and responds to your quiet greeting with a heavy sigh, and, "It’s good to be back.”

You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, so you quickly hide it by staring at the TV.

He joins you for dinner the next time you cook. And the next. Groceries pop up like spring flowers, anything you write down, even if it’s snacks he never touches.

He starts hanging out with you while you cook. On the other side of the counter at first, looming like a dark shadow, just listening to your music and offering answers to your small talk.

You keep it light. Keep it friendly and easy, and entice him over occasionally to taste what you’re making. He starts lingering closer, letting the kitchen light touch him, leaning against your side of the counter. The scary side.

And then one day he tells you a joke. Just completely out of the blue, “What do you call an angry carrot?”

“Uhh…” you pause peeling carrots for a second, trying to wrap your head around some scenario where this is a legitimate question, because surely he's not about to tell you an actual joke. “I dunno?”

“A steamed vegetable.”

You return to your carrots with a delighted laugh. He's being friendly, he's making jokes! Best not comment on the progress he's made, because you don’t want to scare him off.

Good luck with that.

He starts following you around like an actual stray cat. You can’t bear to close the door on him, so he’s just always there, hanging out in the doorway, telling you little bits about his day while you brush your teeth for bed. He doesn’t talk a whole lot, prefers to listen to you yap, but he’s shut in his room less and less.

Except for the bad times. Simon goes through phases where he recluses himself again. Sometimes it’s only a few hours, other times it’s days, but he occasionally needs time to himself, and you don’t mind. You still get a thrill every time he appears again, metaphorically meowing at you and rubbing up against your leg.

God, you wish he would. You could use some good leg rubbing, actually.

Is he the rubbing type? He’s never made a pass at you, never touched you at all, and even the times when you’ve hung out together in your room, he always stood politely in the doorway. Always turned his head to the side when you’ve had to open your underwear drawer or spilled sauce on your shirt and had to strip it off. He’s just like that, always aware of your personal space and his, uncomfortable about the two bubbles touching without warning.

When it finally happens, it's you who's surprised.

You've just halted mid-step in the middle of the kitchen, staring down at the corner of the cabinets because you swear you just saw something move.

When all of a sudden, and actual mouse scampers across the floor, doing erratic zig zags like it's too scared to decide where to go, and all you can do is scream because it's coming right for you--

A thick arm clamps around your stomach, and your feet abruptly lose contact with the floor. You've completely lost track of the mouse, you're just frozen in shock from the fact that your whole back is glued to Simon's side, and he doesn't even bother to hold you up with both arms as he swivels around searching for where the mouse went.

"Thanks," you squeak, patting his forearm as a signal to put you down. "You're really strong, holy shit."

He grunts like he doesn't agree. "Doesn't take much to lift somebody."

Your feet touch back down to the linoleum, and you just hope your hot face isn't too evident. "Right, uh huh. Cause I could definitely lift you."

"Probably could."

You eye him skeptically, all the way from his socks, to the always-mussed hair at the top of the mountain. "I don't feel like throwing out my back, but thanks for the offer."

"I wasn't offering."

It's just small talk. Regular jokes, with his usual deadpan delivery, but you swear there was something he meant to say in those words. You try to discern them, gazing up into those brown eyes that don't mind meeting yours anymore.

It's hanging in the air, the thing he meant to say. You don't want to try and guess. It's too risky, and you might hurt yourself if you get it wrong.

"What is it, Simon? What's wrong?"

His eyes stutter for just a second, like he's ripping himself out of a train of thought. "I think you should hide in your room while I find that mouse."

Stupid, cockblocking mouse.

You don't sleep well that night. You keep thinking about your quiet roommate, end up having to jerk off at two in the morning just to get a little bit of relief, and your sleep is fretful even after that.

You ask about the mouse the next day, and he swears he not only caught it, but released it in the woods a mile away. There's absolutely no telling if he's pulling your leg or not, so you just drop it, too absorbed in the questions that were haunting you all night.

"I'm not good at... fucking."

Your head snaps up, staring wide eyed at Simon's troubled expression across the table. "What?"

"I've never been with a woman before. At least, not... like this. Wager I'll make a fool of myself, so I might as well get it out in the open."

"Oh. Um." Your heart is pounding, your mind whirling to comprehend how you got here so suddenly. He looks so scared, holding himself rigidly into place without so much as blinking, and you're taking far too long to answer at this point.

"I'm good at it," you finally tell him, hoping it sounds more comforting and less like a brag. "We can figure it out together, if it's something you want to do."

"Okay."

It takes a little while to get there. Some time to find a natural moment to take his hand in yours, for him to return the gesture by wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing your body over to his. But then his hand finds the back of your neck, and he's definitely not a beginner at kissing.

You've wanted it for so long, imagined it so often, that the press of his body against yours almost feels familiar. The seeking movements of his lips, the soft breaths coasting over your cheek. It's quiet and slow, in the corner of your shared kitchen.

He tucks your body into his, lets you saturate yourself in each second of this moment while you both learn the way the other likes to kiss. You end up in your bed soon after, just for the sake of comfort and lining up your mouths a little more conveniently.

It's easy to lose yourself in the safety of him. Your body feels at home in the muscled softness of his, in the thoughtful, patient movements of his hands exploring under your clothes. It feels like he's belonged to you far sooner than today.

His first time isn't perfect, but he makes up for his inexperience by taking his time. Laughs at your breathless, "a hole is a hole" statement, and insists on exploring with his mouth and fingers first.

Simon makes the prettiest noises when he finds your wetness waiting for him. He seems to enjoy the feeling of it on his fingers, sliding them in and out so carefully, studying the textures inside you. He tastes his own fingers, less like a scientist and more like a little kid who's discovering new flavors in the sandbox.

He makes a sound then, a warm, rumbly one, and then pulls his fingers out of his mouth to lean down and find your clit with his lips.

A hole is a hole, but there's something special about whispering little cues at him in the dark, and the way he efficiently adjusts himself, ever the dedicated soldier. A hole is a hole, but you cum like that, with your roommate's strong hand gripping your hip, and his mouth accomplishing exactly the motion you need to draw a slow, brain-melting orgasm out of you.

"Yeah, just like that," you pant a few moments later, shoving his face away from your oversensitive pussy.

Just like that.

[dear-ao3]

good evening my friends romans and fellow countrymen, i come to you with yet another tale.

so as you may or may not know i live with my best friend, tumblr mutual and fellow mod katya. and tonight we have found ourselves in a situation.

so today was friday. after a harrowing day at work katya and i had an eventful day of errands planned because we are normal people who have to spend money to survive. and also katya is going on a trip this weekend and needed some things. one of those things happened to be shorts.

let me be incredibly clear: there is nothing special about these shorts. but there is also a lot special about these shorts.

the shorts themselves came from marshalls. if you don’t know what marshall’s is, it’s one of those stores that sells weird brands you’ve never heard of but also brand name stuff that is overstock from brand name stores that they sell them at a reduced rate. these shorts were from one of the weird no name brands. and came in a two pack. one pair was gray and one was purple. both pairs were marked as a small but the purple ones were definitely a medium mismarked as a small. and they were, again, nothing special. just a pair of really soft sweat shorts. fleece insides. drawstring.

we did go look for another pair of them, but there were no other ones in that size. we also tried to look online but the marshalls shop interface sucks and yielded us absolutely zero results for each or the 10 keyword combinations we tried. and. on top of that. when we asked a worker they said they didn’t know if they had any more and also couldn’t be bothered to check.

regardless. we purchased the shorts. well. i purchased the shorts. for a grand total of 16.99. and we decided that katya would take the gray ones and i would take the purple ones.

upon returning to our apartment we decided to wash the shorts along with a fluffy throw blanket that katya also needed to purchase for his travels.

and so, around 5:30pm on friday june 6, which also happened to be national doughnut day even though that has nothing to do with the story, katya and i put the two pairs of shorts and the blanket into one of the washing machines in our apartment laundry room.

and then promptly forgot that it existed for a few hours.

admittedly, we were dealing with other things. but i will be the first to say that we did forget about the laundry for roughly 4.5 hours.

when i did finally remember the laundry, at 9:10pm, i went down to go retrieve it from the washing machine to find the most peculiar thing.

all of the lights were off for some reason. this has never happened before.

all of the washers were open. this has also never happened before.

the washer that i had used was open and inside was the blanket, and one pair of purple shorts. the gray ones were nowhere in sight.

sorry, let me just hit you with that again:

someone stole a pair of brand new gray sweatshorts, sopping fucking wet, out of a washing machine. seemingly just for the love of the game.

and this, my friends and romans, was not a game that i respected in the slightest.

because remember, katya needed these shorts for his trip. that he leaves on in two days. and someone had stolen them. straight out of the washer.

why take the shorts and leave the objectively much nicer throw blanket, now i have absolutely no idea, but i am also not a laundry room shorts thief.

so i throughly searched the laundry room to no avail, took my remaining shorts and the blanket and marched upstairs and said to katya: “so we have a situation”

which was how we found ourselves in a target, ten minutes before it closed, being serenaded by bryan adams’s summer of 69, while hunting for a replacement pair of gray sweatshorts. we did find some, but they were nary as nice as the marshalls no name shorts, which both of us, predictably, had become rather attached to after our traumatic experience.

and then, to top it off, we nearly t boned someone at an intersection while leaving the target, because some loser in a white toyota camry decided to run a red light while we had a green arrow. and then also had the audacity to yell at us and flip us off. all while we were listening to celtic symphony by the wolfe tones.

i almost died while listening to some guys chant ooh ah up the rah all because of a pair of no name marshall’s sweatshorts that some loser decided to steal out of the washer.

[gypsi-kat01]

Is anyone else kind of dreading the release of the Good Omens Finale? Because it's not going to be the sequel that Terry and Neil imagined when they were wide awake with jet lag in the middle of the night in that shared hotel room. That story was part of the planned 3 part series that Neil wrote/was writing. That would have accounted for all of the loose ends that were still being woven together, but weren't actually a complete thing, yet. It would have given us all the bits (or most of them, barring budgetary constraints) that were foreshadowed in the first 2 parts of the series. That was planned to be 6 episodes, approximately 45 minutes each. It would have had multiple storylines interweaving with each other, much like the first season. It would have been complicated. In order to reduce all of that to 90 minutes, major parts of the plot development would have to be cut entirely, or at best, reduced to a short summary by one of the characters referring to something that happened off screen, that we don't actually see. Some of the characters that would have been in scenes in the 6 episode version of Season 3 may not actually appear on screen, but only be referenced obliquely. So not only will we not get to see those scenes, but since they weren't filmed the actors who would have been portraying those characters will not be paid, for a scene that was planned but not actually filmed. Amazon did not have to do this. Most (if not all) of the episodes were already written and paid for. Cutting those episodes did not hurt the writer (well, not financially, anyway, as they had already been paid), but did cut expenses for Amazon. The actors and crew had already planned for their time to be available to film all 6 episodes of Season 3, after it was officially greenlighted. After Rob and Rhianna talked Amazon into at least filming a final episode (after the show had been actually cancelled by Amazon), only some of the cast and crew were re-hired. A new writer was hired to create a new script, and we have no way of knowing if that script even includes any of the scenes that Neil had already written, and that David and Michael had read and given their approval of. I'm sure that David and Michael and everyone else have done their best with what they were given, but it's just not going to be what we had originally expected, or hoped for. At best, it will be a severely truncated summarized outline of what was supposed to take place over 6 episodes. At worst, the writer may have come up with ideas and situations out of whole cloth, that have little or nothing to do with the first 2 seasons of the show, just in order to get the main characters to an ending with some semblance of closure. David and Michael and the new director will have to work with the new script; they aren't really allowed to rewrite their own parts just to get the dialogue closer to what they think their characters would say in any given situation.

After Season 2 was released, I (along with many others) immersed myself in fanfiction, mostly on AO3, just to keep my brain from imploding with "what if's". By now I have read thousands of fanfics, bookmarked and downloaded most of them, as well as any accompanying art that I found. It's all saved in a rather complicated nest of folders on my computer. I really need to save it to a separate drive as well, just in case my computer unexpectedly decides to stop functioning correctly. (I bought a drive for this, I just need to copy all those files to it.) With everything that has happened (which I am not going into, as that info has been posted all over social media for months), I am so, SO grateful to all of the amazing wonderful writers of fanfiction who have imagined millions of different scenarios involving Crowley, Aziraphale, and other Good Omens characters, in storylines that are similar to canon; totally dissimilar to canon; depict Crowley & Aziraphale as angels, demons, humans, and all sorts of other creatures; and basically have been acting out that joke about the millions of monkeys with typewriters recreating the works of Shakespeare. Except that, rather than recreating what Neil might have written for Season 3, they are writing all of the possible versions of Season 3 that might have been written in all possible worlds, and in all possible situations. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Regardless of how the "official" Season 3 Finale turns out, we will have almost infinite versions of Crowley and Aziraphale (and their world) to read and re-read, for as long as AO3 shall exist. I don't know the specifics of how AO3 stores the data saved on their site, but I hope that they have multiple servers in multiple countries, so that if they get taken down in one location, they will still continue to exist elsewhere. Long live AO3, Good Omens fanfiction, and all of the amazing writers and artists out there who are contributing in any way to keeping our favorite characters alive in our collective imaginations. Sending virtual hugs out to everyone who is invested in Crowley & Aziraphale's story. Best wishes to all of you.

🌟💖❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍💖🌟

Good Omens 2 + Text Posts

[komsomolka]

In Animal Farm, the animals represent the working class, and each different species represents a different social category within the working class. The pigs — the most intelligent animals — are the professional revolutionaries, Orwell’s stand-in for the Bolsheviks. The chickens, the horses, the sheep and so on are representations of the workers. The humans represent the bourgeoisie, and the book depicts class struggle in terms of animals versus humans. [...]

In this book, George Orwell expresses aristocratic contempt towards the people, the working class. The main target of critique in this book is not the revolutionaries, but the working classes themselves. They are depicted as dumb, incompetent, incapable of reasoning, without any historical initiative — a manipulable mass lacking any capacity for political protagonism. When you analyze its narrative, only two subjects emerge as having the capacity for reason and historical autonomy: the human beings (the bourgeoisie) and the pigs (the Bolsheviks). The working class — the rest of the animals — is depicted as dumb and docile from beginning to end. In fact, about 70% of the book consists of nothing but such depictions. [...]

Orwell begins his story with Old Major, a pig metaphor for Karl Marx, who introduces the principles of Animalism — Marxism. With the exception of the other pigs, none of the animals can really grasp the depth of his theory, but they like what they hear anyway. With the exception of the other pigs, none of the animals can really grasp the depth of his theory, but they like what they hear anyway. The stage is set, and Orwell begins introducing the rest of the cast. Boxer and Clover are the first representatives of the working class that the reader learns about [...]. Orwell then goes back to Old Major and the preparation for the upcoming revolution, caricaturing Marxism as a simple doctrine where animals simply label humans as a great enemy, and insist that all life will immediately improve as soon as the humans — the bourgeois — disappear. [...]

The pigs, the revolutionaries, are said to be the cleverest. But what about the working class? [...] Orwell describes Boxer as a hard worker — excited for working, someone who believes in the revolutionary project, and also always as dumb. Boxer as subject is pure, he truly and wholeheartedly believes in the revolution and in Animalism, and this makes him gullible. [...]

In Animal Farm the process is straightforward: the animals are fooled because they are dumb; there’s no complex scheme here. You might argue “Jones, it’s not a complex book, the narrative is simplified!” Listen, I understand that the book is simple by nature, that everything is direct for a reason, but you notice this in turn: when it comes to the betrayal of the revolution, the subversion of the revolution, there’s no challenge for the pigs. Do you get it? It’s easy for the pigs, because the working class is stupid. [...]

At all times the working class is described as subjects who feel a disturbance, who sense something is off, but are incapable of even verbalizing their own dissatisfaction in a conscious, intelligible way. They can feel, but are incapable of reasoning. This is the core message of the book. The working class are, in the metaphor of the narrative, farm animals incapable of reasoning. [...]

Orwell spends the entire book describing generations of animals as easily confused, dumb, stupid, illiterate, amnesiac… the entire book! The main target of this book’s critique aren’t the revolutionaries or communism: it’s the working class. George Orwell writes from an aristocratic ethos. “Elite theory” posits the people as incapable of self-governance, without the capacity to constitute themselves as a political subject, and therefore always the object of dispute and manipulation by vying elites. The people lack the capacity for political self-determination, cannot build a political program or engage in autonomous political action. This is George Orwell’s theory, borne out by his choice of metaphors.

Notice that the revolution isn’t lost to repression. In the book’s narrative structure, it is not the repression that kills the revolution and it is not the institution of privileges that kills the revolution. The book’s narrative structure indicates that all the processes that led to its corruption have their roots in the fact that the working class is incapable of intervening on its own behalf. For example, in the Sunday assemblies in which the direction of the revolution is debated, nobody from the working class can think for themselves — only the pigs speak. It’s not the case that the pigs manipulate the working class. When the animals undergo a literacy campaign, the working class proves incapable of learning how to read and write. This point is very important! It’s central to the argumentative and narrative structure. The pigs don’t try to stop the rest of the animals from learning how to read and write, it’s the animals themselves who prove incapable… because they are dumb. [...]

Animal Farm isn’t a critique of revolutionaries; it’s a critique of workers. It’s an aristocratic manifesto against the working class.

When you get down to it, the villains in the book are more meritorious than the workers. The humans are described as exploiters, but they can negotiate. They manage to hold on to the other farms and, by the end, they are happily collaborating with the pigs, satisfied that they have squelched all the potential out of the revolution. They are intelligent, cunning, and achieve their goals. Same goes for the pigs: they’re capable of fooling everyone, etc. Meanwhile, the non-pig, non-dog animals — especially the horses Boxer and Clover — are imbeciles. They have no merit outside of their kind character and ability to work. This point is crucial. The novel repeatedly describes Boxer as a hard worker of great character, and an imbecile. He explicitly gets called stupid at five separate points; there’s even an interesting aside where, approaching the age of twelve, Boxer contemplates retiring and using that time to finally learn the last twenty letters of the alphabet. In other words, the representative of the working class needs to dedicate his entire retirement to overcoming illiteracy. [...]

The pig-revolutionaries are also targets of critique, of course. Here we simply see several anticommunist myths recycled. I will spare the reader tiresome citations, but, for example, mid-way through the story Orwell ridicules the Soviet accounts of siege, sabotage, and espionage endured at hands of the imperial powers, portraying them all as Napoleon’s (Stalin’s) fabrications. The book showcases no real sabotage carried out by other farms still run by humans — that is, other capitalist countries. Orwell reproduces the myth that the Soviet Union didn’t face sabotage or terrorism, you dig? There’s no Animal Farm metaphor for the actions of England, France, the United States, Japan, Spain, Portugal. No metaphor for industrial sabotage, the blowing up of water treatment plants and hydroelectric dams, etc. Everything is a “Stalinist” lie. Whether you like or dislike Stalin is completely besides the point. Nobody can deny that the same imperialist nations which invaded Russia in the immediate aftermath of the revolution, who fueled the civil war which killed more than six million people — 17 countries banded together to invade Russia after the revolutionary war! A story where all of these capitalist countries simply stood by the sidelines and peacefully observed the growth of Soviet industry? That’s a fairytale. There’s so much documentation out there: telegrams from ambassadors, CIA reports, British intelligence reports, diaries from agents and spies, etc. all discussing systematic sabotage, assassination attempts, the organization of groups of exiled reactionary Russians to commit terrorist attacks in the Soviet Union, etc. [...]

George Orwell’s ommisions are so conspicuous they in fact qualify as a form of Naziphilia. At around page 80 (in my edition), he begins to construct a metaphor of the preliminary stages of WWII, and criticizes Stalin (through Napoleon) for the German-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact. Throughout the book, there is no literary metaphor whatsoever that captures the gravity of the Nazi menace, the dangers Nazism presented to mankind. The story is constructed such that the denunciations against the neighbouring Foxwood and Pinchfield farms are all fabricated by the pigs. This is a seriously disturbing choice. It is tantamount to whitewashing the Nazis. [...] Any account of WWII should be honest about the fact that the Soviet Union made several desperate attempts to establish antifascist alliances with the liberal imperialists, especially England, France and the US, and that these same liberal imperialists rejected these efforts because they wanted the Soviet Union to experience maximal losses warring against Nazi Germany by itself. Particularly in the US, many of the figures from the political-economical establishment worked off of the thesis that Nazi Germany would invade and dominate the Soviet Union. If Europe fell to the Nazis, the Americas would still belong to the US, you dig? The German-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact was a brilliant diplomatic maneuver because only thanks to this pact was the rest of Europe forced to join the war against the Nazis. That deal, in fact, prevented the forging of a liberal-fascist pact against the Soviet Union. There were concrete possibilities of an alliance between Nazi Germany, Fascist Italy, France, England, the US, and Fascist Japan against the Soviet Union. [...]

It seems obvious to me that George Orwell was furious about the fact that the Soviet Union was not defeated in WWII. Animal Farm was published in 1945. Orwell witnessed the tragedy that Nazism brought to the world. In 1945 most people already knew about the Holocaust. People at that point were already informed about the concentration camps. People already knew what the Nazis had done in Poland and at Auschwitz. George Orwell, in this context, wrote an allegory where WWII and Nazism are depicted as nothing, where Soviet self-defense policies are depicted as sinister intrigues unrelated to liberal and fascist siege. There’s no Churchill cheerleading fascism in Italy or Spain. The gravity of this framing needs to be understood. In 1945 the whole world was shocked by Nazi concentration camps, and Orwell was asking “Sure, that was bad, but what about the Soviet Union?” It seems absurd, but this is exactly what this book describes, under cover of literary metaphor. “Sure, Auschwitz was bad, but what about Stalin?” That is this whole book’s vibe. [...] And this book, Animal Farm, is a deeply reactionary book, displaying aristocratic condescension against the people, a book in which the working class appear as imbeciles. It displays all the marks of the bourgeois genre of elite theory. Its historical metaphors for Soviet history whitewash capitalists and imperialists. The USSR is shown as self-sabotaging, while its enemies are completely absolved. This is George Orwell, and this is why he was so successful. [...] This explains all the hype, all the buzz and promotion it receives from the establishment. This book will remain famous and beloved so long as racist and aristocratic liberalism persists, until we put and end to this profoundly unequal society by waging a revolution of our own.

[ubedolls]

“ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴅᴏ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴡɪʀʟ.⋆̊”

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ→ bf!jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ→ 633

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ→ after waiting impatiently for your boyfriend to come home, you decided to get dolled up for him as a surprise for all the hard work he’s putting into his new album, despite always being absent and leaving you feeling empty. taken aback by your attempt at regaining his attention, you are definitely not feeling empty tonight.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ→ explicit words, sexual tension, angst.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀʼꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ→ first ever fanfic, hope y’all enjoy! inspired by this pin we found on pinterest! do not copy, translate any of our works. 

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ→ if you are a minor, PLEASE do not interact with this post. The character and scenario in this fanfic ARE NOT REAL. do NOT assume they act like this in real life.

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you hear the front door unlock. “jaehyun?” you say eagerly.

"hey baby”, letting out a little groan of exhaustion as he stumbles to sit down on the couch. you rush out, eager to finally see your boyfriend after his long day at the studio.

“i missed you, love” he sees you all dressed and dolled up for him.

“fuck” he muttered.

you knew your outfit would entice him, something so provoking, you knew he would finally ruin you as soon as he entered the door, you loved this feeling.

“do a little twirl for me, baby” he said, letting out a little smirk.

you did a little spin for him as he asked, feeling his eyes all over you, analyzing every precious little detail. you loved how you both had so much control over each other in different ways, the way you hungered him, the feeling of him undressing you with his eyes, the way he devours you in his mind, and the way he simply claims what he owns: you.

after admiring the sight in front of him, jaehyun says “this is what you wanted, didn’t you? me to undress you and claim what’s mine?”.

he knew you so well, you couldn’t stand him being gone all day at the studio. you wanted him. needed him.

 “i just really missed you, jae” you said as your head tilted downwards and eyes scanned the floor, you didn’t mean to get so emotional.

 “i know baby, i’m sorry, and i know i’m always tired when i come home” he paused to take another moment to admire your efforts to please him, “but now i’m more awake than ever. how can i make it up to you tonight, baby?”.

 this was such a relief to hear, noticing the eagerness in his voice, and how his eyes lingered your body awaiting your answer. he craved you, desired you and knew that you wanted it too. you did miss him—alot. you understood the tedious work a music artist did, but didn’t understand how isolating and deprived you could feel from it. but this made the tension grow, fuelling your need for his touch. despite playing the perfect patient girlfriend, you desperately wanted him to satisfy you, but you couldn’t give in. but now, seeing him standing in front of you, with the feeling of his lustful gaze all over you, like spotlight—how could you say no to him? 

“love?” he says, waiting for your response. 

you took a second and remembered the long days of being busy at the studio and feeling neglected. as you snapped back into the present moment, you matched his gaze. admiring the way he’s just plastered on the couch, hair messy, sweat glistening on his skin from practice; you were going to show him just how much you missed him. 

 “yes, yes please, jae, i’ve missed you for so long, and i know how hard you’ve been worki-” the words came out like vomit.

 “i’m so sorry baby, i know, please, let me make it up to you” he said, cutting you off as he stood up slowly and inched his way towards you.

“yes, please” you muttered as your eyes became teary.

jaehyun began cupping your cheeks in his hands and you sunk into the palms of his calloused hands while he wiped away your tears. after making sure you felt better, he began giving you innocent kisses that trailed down to your neck. this made all your rushing thoughts come to a stop, relishing in the feeling and the scent of his cologne. he placed his hands on the back of your thighs and picked you up.

“i’m gonna make my baby feel so special tonight” he said before giving you one more kiss and carrying you towards the bedroom.

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ᴜʙᴇᴅᴏʟʟꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ*+→ he needs to come back. like seriously. guys jaehyun has invented male yearning and im not wrong.

part 2??

[sevsgiirl]

— when i get you alone, it’s so simple.

sevika week 2025: alone with me, day 6.

synopsis: sevika has had it out for you since the start. letting everyone know just how much she hated you and couldn’t stand you, but that didn’t seem to be the case once it’s just you two.

word count: 2.4k

tags: bottom!sevika, top!reader, jealousy, oral sex.

note: happy day 6 of sevika week, y’all !! we’re finally back to some good ‘ol fashion smut. honestly this isn’t my absolute favorite because I currently have a raging headache and wrote this while not feeling my best. but I hope you guys like it regardless <3

sevika can’t stand you.

she can’t stand the sight of you, being in the same room as you - your laugh, your snarky remarks about her age, your impulsiveness in missions. all of it.

a lot of her co-workers like to think she’s just bitter or has a personal vendetta against you that she doesn’t want to disclose when really, the older woman just finds you annoying.

ever since she met you she couldn’t tolerate your egotistical behavior. silco told her to cut you some slack simply because you’re younger, then again she’s worked with people of the same age as you. clearly it’s just your personality that’s the problem.

and honestly, you’ve given up trying to understand why sevika holds a lot of animosity towards you.

at first, it perplexed you because as far as you know, you’ve never done anything to agitate the older woman.

when silco hired you, you just did what you were told. you never talked back to your superiors and you’ve always tried to be as approachable as possible. so really, you don’t get it.

and that’s when it started to get annoying, her blatant hatred towards you. how she doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

she’s always rolling her eyes at your ideas or walking out of the room whenever you showed up. truth be told, it hurt, because although she was never civilized with you, you at least wanted to get along with her since she was silco’s right hand woman.

she was well respected and feared by many, so getting on her good side would mean a lot - but it’s obvious she never had any intention of letting you get to know her.

so you basically accepted that if she was so hell bent on giving you a hard time, is that you were going to be ten time more insufferable than she was.

and good god, did she hate you for it.

𐙚˙⋆.˚

silco’s had enough.

it was obvious to everyone in the undercity, the last drop and the people that you worked with that the two of you clearly hated each other.

at first, silco didn’t really care just as long as you two got your work done. he had no business interfering with whatever petty squabbles his employees were involved in, but if it meant that it got in the way of your performances, then that’s a whole different story.

it started little by little with you and sevika bickering during meetings, to sending reports to silco’s office saying you didn’t want to be grouped together during assignments, and he dismissed all of it up until one of your fights interfered with one of the missions.

forcing him to sit both of you down like he was scolding a pair of toddlers.

“I only ask is that you focus on your jobs. tear each other’s heads off once you’ve clocked out of your shifts but bringing personal matters at work is simply unprofessional,” he reprimanded.

sevika didn’t dare speak a word as you instantly went into defense mode.

“well, the firelights wouldn’t have destroyed one of the cargos if only she stopped being a know-it-all!” you gestured to sevika who only glared at you “I was told to retrieve the payment but she kept meddling,”

“only because I can’t trust you to get the exact amount right, the last time silco asked you to get it we were short of the actual amount that was needed,”

“by one pound! I told silco to deduct it from my paycheck because it didn’t mean that big of a deal!”

“maybe to you it’s not but it’s little things like this that turn into even bigger problems I have to deal with in the end!”

“oh shut up, you just want an excuse to nag at me because you’re old and bitter!”

“what the fuck did you just say, you little-“

“okay, that’s enough,” silco bellowed as his thunderous voice halted your squabbling.

he rubbed his temples and lets out a groan “I expect both of you to put an end to whatever childish rivalry this is, because if not there will be serious consequences.” he warned, eyes narrowed into slits “understood?”

silence stretched across the room as you nodded your head, meanwhile sevika only huffed before rising from her seat and walked out the room.

causing silco to let out an agitated sigh “and I thought no one can get on her nerves more than jinx,”

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sevika had no intention of waving the white flag, her first resort was to just argue with you less and avoid you like the plague to reduce chances of fights from occurring.

if she were being honest, she didn’t even know why you angered her so much. perhaps the others were right when they said it was the difference in age and experience hence why you two couldn’t get along.

but it’s not like you were actively reckless, sure you had your moments but the only time you let yourself slip was during the payment issue, which was the first and only time you made a mistake yet she hung it over your head constantly.

she could put an end to her vendetta if she wanted to, which was something she debated about while she was lost in thought playing cards at the last drop after silco dismissed the two of you from his office.

trying to stay focused but her mind was elsewhere, specifically you.

it didn’t help when she heard the door open and there you were, strolling in as you signaled thieram to serve you a drink.

her eyes never leaving you as the people in her booth started calling her name “hello? sevika are you there?” which she ignored.

and it stayed on you even until some random girl walked up to you and started chatting you up, making her nerves feel like they were on fire because it’s this. it’s fucking moments like this where she realized she couldn’t stand you.

why she couldn’t stand the sight of you smiling, laughing or having a good time.

and most importantly, why she couldn’t stand the sight of you enjoying the company of somebody else.

god, she couldn’t fucking stand it. how it was so easy for you to approach everyone on your first day except her, and how you had a good word for everyone except her.

how even if she wanted to make amends with you she couldn’t because you act so differently with her.

and she wanted not to care, wanted to let it slide, but the thought of wandering hands sliding down your waist as you let this random chick at the bar chat you up angered her in ways she couldn’t even comprehend.

the next thing she knew, she walked over to you and towered over your smaller frame while you looked up and met her infuriated gaze with a look of confusion.

“sevika, what are you-“

“so it’s like this, huh? after silco told us off and gave us a warning, you’d rather slack off?” she said indignantly as your eyes widened.

you scoffed “well, it’s not like I’m the only one standing here, aren’t? from what I can tell you were playing cards just now.”

“at least I’m not chatting random people up and getting shit faced, aren’t I?”

you were confused at the sudden jab she made at the girl you were talking to, who had basically ran off to god knows where after seeing sevika.

you gawked at her, wondering where the hell all of this was coming from “you can’t be serious. silco told us to get along yet here you are picking another fight with me. seriously, what is your problem? are you so miserable at your job you can’t stand the sight of others having a life outside of theirs?”

“has silco’s missions been too much for you that you can’t go out and have a good time anymore? that’s why you’re taking it out on me?” at this point, you knew you were crossing the line, especially with the way sevika’s jaw ticked and her nostrils flared, but you continued.

“it is, isn’t it? don’t have much time to go to the gardens anymore?” you smirked “all pissed off because you haven’t had a good fuck recently?”

that’s what did it. sevika didn’t expect you to stoop that low and it caught her off guard for a second, but once she collected her bearings she narrowed her eyes at you, both of her fists clenched on her sides.

“everyone…” her voice traveled through the room like lightning and took everybody aback “out!”

they didn’t need to be told twice, scrambling to get out of their seats as fast as possible until it was just the two of you left in the bar. no possible witnesses, no nothing.

yup, you were definitely dying.

she took a dangerous step towards you, making you squirm “sevika, I was kidding-“

“you don’t know how to shut up, do you? all you ever do is piss me off. either by slacking off, wearing your skimpy clothing to work that practically shows off your ass cheeks, and then you’ll go ahead and flirt with random chicks at the bar as if you’re begging for attention.” she punctuated every word, venom dripping off of her tone.

“you beg for everyone’s attention but can’t have the decency to show me respect. always fucking ignoring me. what’s your issue, huh?” it was like a dam broke loose and she couldn’t be bothered to act civilized anymore, a culmination of all her frustrations with you finally bubbling beneath the surface “you’re so fucking obnoxious. it’s like you hired just to get on my nerves.

her chest rose up and down as she finished with her ranting, but what she didn’t expect once she was done was for you to be smirking up at her - a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“… I get it now,” you said, your tone quiet but sly “all this time you’ve been bitching at me and it’s not because you actually hate me… but because you want my attention?”

sevika was at a loss for words, trying her best to make a counter argument but all of it died down when your hand found purchase at the front of her shirt and you pulled her closer.

her face now inches away from yours as you stared into her eyes, an allure to your actions.

“you’re mad at me because I give everyone else attention except you?” you mused, your lips brushing against hers as a shiver ran down her spine.

“well, you got me where you want me.” you whispered, a challenge “now we’re all alone,”

you didn’t even give her a moment to react before you captured her lips with your own, pulling her against you so her strong legs trapped yours against the bar as she kissed you back with as much fervor, not even bothering to lie through her teeth or call your bluff. because deep down, she knew you were right.

a small whine slipped past your lips when her hands squeezed the sides of your hips, her body warm and hard against yours as you felt her pelvis grind slightly against your clothed crotch.

you pulled away, all shallow breathing and heavy lidded eyes as you stepped down from the bar stool and kneeled down in front of her.

she stumbled a bit and looked down at you, not quite believing what she was seeing when your nimble fingers started trailing up her muscular legs until it reached her belt loop.

but you stopped, throwing her a doubtful stare and she swore she almost melted.

“I’m not doing this unless it’s something you really want,” you said, and she lets out a shuddering breath before she took the initiative herself and started undoing the leather fastened around her waist.

she unzipped her pants and you were quick to replace her hands with your own, seeing the wet patch that stained her tight boxers as your mouth watered at the sight.

“oh baby…” you purred with a cheeky grin “could’ve just told me all this time this is what you wanted all along.”

you didn’t even give her time to respond, as you pulled down both her pants and her underwear to be greeted by the sight of her brown, puffy folds glistening with her arousal.

she tried to maintain her balance by leaning against the bar, arms clutching the edge until her knuckles turned white as you drew a finger down her slit.

“such a slut for me, sev.” you muttered before you took her pussy into your warm mouth.

her hips bucked as the sensation of your tongue dipping into the tight clutch of her needy hole sent her into a spiral, clutching the edge of the bar for stability but it was no use as she started grinding down onto your tongue in desperate little circles.

the ends of your lips curling up at her needy behavior as you slurped her up, the sounds of her wetness dripping down from your nose to your chin, filling the quiet atmosphere of the bar. her breathy whimpers getting higher in pitch as she began riding your face in earnest.

so desperate for her release as you spread her lips apart and began lapping at her dripping cunt.

“that’s my girl…” you slurred, so pussy drunk as sevika continued using your mouth to get off “just needed to be alone with me so I could fuck the attitude out of you, huh?.”

with that, you slipped your tongue to prod at her clenching hole and her movements stuttered as you clutched the meat of her ass in a tight grip, encouraging her to bounce on your face while you hummed in satisfaction as her slick poured into your mouth like honey.

you brought your hand up and rubbed tight circles around her clit and just like that, she fell apart.

the coil in her stomach instantly snapping as she came with her back arching off the counter, letting out the most obscene moans as your licking and sucking never once faltered, and she rode it out until she began to feel overstimulated.

you pulled away, the bottom half of your face coated with her cum and your pupils so dilated you looked almost animalistic - yet when sevika stared down at you, she couldn’t help but to think to herself how she hasn’t seen anything more infuriating but beautiful at the same time.

“well,” you let out a breathy chuckle, a smirk teasing at the corners of your mouth as you licked your lips “good news for silco is we finally got along, didn’t we?”

[norcigs]

GOOD CARE

synop: dryhumping with lando or lando is so well loved he decides its your turn to be cared for

warnings: smut smut, little plot, use of bunny and baby, no use of yn, sleepyish sex, dumbification if u squint really hard

📀: 2.2K words

it’d be late, and he had been gone too long for your tired eyes. you drifted off to sleep while waiting for him to get home. he wasn't usually this late and he hasn't really been answering your texts. you figured he had a very busy day, so you made him his favorite meal and left a plate of it already in the microwave.

when lando got back to his apartment his feet felt heavy as he dragged up the stairs and inside the front door. the only things that got him through the 7+ hours he spent in the sim chair were the sweet texts his girl would send him, that he wasnt even allowed to respond to, and the packed lunch she made him that had his strawberries cut into heart shapes.

taking his shoes off, it was quiet, but the warm light still glowing in the kitchen made him feel safe. he followed it to the stove where it was coming from. on the microwave door was a pink sticky note that said

dinner inside!

so proud of you baby <3

his lips formed a pout as he pulled the sticky note off and started the microwave. he brought the note up to his heart and held it there like it might stick forever. opening the microwave door just before the timer went off, as to not wake you, the smell of warm food and the buzz he had in his chest thinking about his girl made him relax and slip into a more comfortable state. he finished eating quickly, a combination of how hungry he was, how good the food was, and how much he just wanted to get in bed with you.

he folded the sticky note and put it in his wallet before leaving it and other things on the table by the front door. he was suddenly very happy he had showered at headquarters as he slipped in both your bedroom. you were laying on his side of the bed, knees curled to your chest. your chest expanding so slowly as you took breaths, nostrils flaring so subtly as you exhaled. your hair fell soft, framing your face. only alit by the moonlight that seeped in through the curtains. lando thought you looked like something spoken into being, not born– weightless, and too beautiful to touch.

he sat to his knees to be eye level with you and really look at you. his hands rested on his thighs as he soaked in the way you looked, the way you lived. his girl. as his eyes brushed over each of your features, he thought about spending the rest of his life with you. your eyes, that looked at him with such love, your mouth, that always knew exactly what to say. your hands– so soft, so tender, how you took such good care of him. his sweet girl, who left him love notes and kept him fed. his girl that made him heart shaped strawberries just for the chance that it might make him smile. you were his. his girlfriend, but eventually his wife.

he rolled back to his feet, almost hot with how his heart was pounding at the thoughts of you. he moved to the closet and shed his work clothes for something better fit for his plans. a soft white t-shirt you always thought made his arms look good, and light blue boxers. he walked back over to you softly, bending over to take in your form once more before disturbing it. he slid a hand underneath you and started lifting you up, so he could sit beneath you. you stirred at the movement but were still relaxed and easy for lando to hold.

he sat under you before lowering his hold on your upper body to be laying flush against his. a leg on each side of your frame as he rested your head on his chest. you woke slowly, your eyes blinking slow and heavy, smacking your mouth a few times, and bunching fists of his shirt as you stretched.

“hi baby” you muttered with a sleepy slur, before you had even opened your eyes all the way. throwing one of your legs up over his so you were laying even more on top of him. his hands scratched faintly over your lower back and you groaned a little before finally opening your eyes to see him. he looked radiant. warm tan skin, light smile, soft curls, and that look in his eye that made you think about taking his last name.

“im sorry i woke you bunny” he said, eyes never leaving yours. really you hadn't even realized he was what woke you up, you were already cozied up to him by the time your eyes had fully opened. the nickname sent a little jolt through you, not enough to shake the sleep, but enough to make you more alert. he really only used that name when he was in a very certain mood. nonetheless, it had you crawling up his body so your head was lying more on his shoulder and you were straddling his waist.

lando’s arms wrapped completely around you, holding you tight against him, his head also burying into your shoulder. your arms wrapped around his neck as you arched into him enough to pull your head back and kiss him. his hands pushed your arching back even more into him and settled on your sides.

“i missed you” you told him as you separated from each other just enough to speak. your lips wet and eyes still a little hazy, he smiled kissing you again.

“i missed you bunny” he said against your lips. your hips rocked down onto him at the sound of the nickname again. it was like instinct, apparently too sleepy to control it, or too reactive to him. it was quick and you pretended like it didn’t happen, and hoped he didn’t even notice. he did.

“you take such good care of me baby” he whispered with your faces still just inches apart. the hands on your waist slowly moved down and under your nightgown. fingers dragging past the silk lacy panties before settling back on your waist, just skin to skin this time. it shouldn't have driven you so crazy; it could easily just be an innocent moment of intimacy. but now your heartbeat was picking up pace and you felt far from tired.

“gonna make you my sweet little wife one day” he finished as his grip on you tightened. your hips rocking down again, the small sigh escaping you making it harder to ignore. you were now very aware of the slick spot pooling on your silk panties and that lando was just wearing boxers. your skin felt hot as you tried to control your own hips and mouth.

“did you like your dinner?” you asked him, trying to distract him and keep it all together.

“mhm, should have been home sooner to thank you properly” he answers you, before his head dipped back down to your neck leaving kisses, lips brushing sweet spots that had your eyes closing and mouth falling open.

“lan…” you tried warning him. you were smart enough to know your acting wasn't good enough to convince him you weren't getting desperate. he seemed too tired for sex and honestly you were to, so his teasing felt unfair. but each time his big hands squeezed around your waist and your hips rocked you back down against him felt so good.

“let me just take care of you now baby,” he told you, kissing your jaw and pushing your hips down a little. “can i just make you feel good, bunny?” he asked and your head was already spinning. eyes fluttering closed just briefly as lando watched you with such intensity the world around you melted away.

you nodded your head, already too gone to even speak really. he readjusted so his back was more against the headboard, giving him more control of everything. he lifted your hips to sit you down perfectly on his cock, which was already hard and pulsing against your clit. your folds separated a little every time he pushed you down on the ridge of his cock, your clit dragging atop his whole length.

“my pretty girl” he praised as he took complete control of your hips. sliding you up and down his cock so you didn't need to do any of the work. he wanted to take care of you. you laying on his chest taking the surges of pleasure he is giving you is one of his favorite ways to do that. your panties were soaked and starting to wet lando’s boxers. the thin fabric of your underwear making it feel almost invisible. he could feel the bump of your clit everytime it dragged over where his tip hit his shaft. he could feel you spreading just a little wider and the end of every stroke when you would grind down on him harder. greedy, he smiled.

“that's it baby, just turn that little brain off and let me make you feel good,” and you were listening. stress, worry, it all melted out of you as lando rubbed your cunt against him. he started raising his hips and bucking against you. more force and friction targeted at your clit. your hips started helping his hands to move you faster. you were spinning, all decision making gone; you trusted lando plenty enough to let him make the decisions right now.

it was almost embarrassing how good it felt, all thoughts gone, just pleasure bouncing around your head and rippling through you from your clit. it was so slick, you were sliding against him with such ease now, cunt pulsing around his tip at the start of every stroke. lando’s big hands wrapped around your waist, conducting you. this is what he wanted. he wanted to come home to his sweet girlfriend and just make her come undone for him. because she deserved it. you started whining thinking about it, as he wore himself out just to make you feel good, just because he loved you so much.

“you blow me away, how you wake up and show me what a sweet girl you are all day, and then let me turn you into a slut who falls apart on her favorite cock every night,” he teased, sucking your neck as he felt you tightening up in his hands and around his dick. he moved one hand up to your neck and squeezed the outside, your hips keeping the pace he set for you. your hands shot to his wrist near your throat as you used it for leverage to rub against him with. your clit was dragging across the bump of his tip, and his girth was spreading you just that little bit more now. your mouth fell open as your head tipped back, eyes crossing just barely before you closed them.

“that's my girl, i got you, break for me” he begged as his grip on your waist was so tight you could feel his nails against your skin. your body clenched, starting from your wet cunt and spreading to every one of your muscles.

“i got you” he chanted as the wave crashed over you. it hit you hard, mind going blank of everything but the pleasure and his voice. i got you. your head snapped forward and landed on his shoulder as you hunched over and worked your hips as hard and fast as you could against his. i got you. moaning too loudly and without any control you bucked against him instinctually, body knowing far more than your mind right now. i got you. shaking and pulsing with pleasure and exhaustion, he moved himself against you to work you through the end of your high. i got you. your moans turned into caught sobs in the back of your throat as your head spun and your hips still jerked against him more sporadically, body relaxing to melted butter as you finished.

“shh, shh, i know baby, i got you” he cooed as you collapsed on to him. your head resting on his chest and burying into his neck. your chest flush against him, as he soothed you with soft head pats and back scratches. he whispered i love you again and again until you started to come back to reality. pulling your head up lazily, you kissed him, it was more just holding your lips together, but he swore he could taste how much you loved him.

“good girl” he said as your body slumped into his, drained and dazed after everything. he covered you both with a blanket as he kept trailing his fingers up and down your back. you were too tired to speak, just whimpering and letting lando take care of you.

“you go back to sleep now bunny, i'll clean you up while you rest” he promised, kissing your cheek as you nodded your approval. your eyelids were so heavy, and lannie’s heartbeat in your ear was pulling you deeper under. the little squeeze you gave his arm before nodding off told him everything he needed to know about how much you loved and trusted him.

[chronosdawn]

Another LaDS isekai fic idea I think would be fun is one where you wake up as MC during the chronorift catastrophe and, after working out that you have in fact ended up in LaDS as the MC, come to the conclusion that you must have replaced MC in this timeline alone. As a result of this, you then go on to develop an imposter complex, along with some fairly insane levels of guilt that you are not the same person who the LIs fell in love with in their myths, and thus are robbing your favourite characters of the chance to be with the love of their life.

This culminates in you feeling like you need to do something good with this life you've effectively stolen from someone else, which you do by participating in heroic acts while having little thought for your own safety (your antics have nearly given Caleb a heart attack on five separate occasions, and he has seriously contemplated just locking you up for your own good at least twice). Your behaviour only gets worse when the other LIs show up, with a clear interest in you, thus causing you to spiral into even more guilt. And you know what's a good distraction from guilt? "Oh hey look there's a small child who needs saving from a dangerous wanderer I definitely shouldn't attempt to fight alone. Off I go!"

What you are unaware of, however, is that you have not just replaced MC in this timeline, but every timeline, and you simply don't remember for the same reasons MC doesn't remember all the different timelines in canon. You have also managed to come to the exact same wrong conclusion in every single timeline, which means the myth timelines play out a little different compared to canon (as in you've found a way to sacrifice yourself to spare the LIs in almost every single one).

You could go in a couple of different directions with this. If you wanted to take things in a darker direction, you could probably lean into the yandere tendencies that might arise in someone whose love interest seems determined to get themselves killed.

However, I think the much funnier version of this is where the other LIs clock each other's existences (their current game timelines have ended up merged because I said so) and decide to put aside their differences over their unified goal of making sure you don't die.

And that's how you acquire five overprotective boyfriends, none of whom really like each other but will put up with whatever it takes to make sure you remain alive and well.

[rincent-van-uggh]

I have ADHD, I have no idea how much that impacts my ability to maintain habits because I don't know how that goes for non-ADHD people. I don't keep any habit going every day forever, and I don't expect I ever will, but I have been able to follow some fairly elaborate routines for solid stretches of time, I am always trial and erroring it to make then stick for longer or be able to me more elaborate. A few observations I have made:

Anchors

What initiates the routine? Whatever makes you start the routine is your anchor. If you intend to do something at the same time every day, that time is your anchor. If you intend to so something whenever you get home from work, getting home is your anchor. A lot of routines flop because of a bad anchor.

My morning routine is much more consistent than my evening routine because "waking up" is a much better anchor than "23:00". Waking up is a good anchor for me because I am always:

in the same place

at the same time

with the same needs

(also I wake up with a good amount of energy off the bat usually).

23:00 is a less good anchor because I could be anywhere doing anything, am I at home? Do I need to eat something, am I in the middle of a task already? What is going to alert me to the fact that it is time to start a routine. I have improved this anchor before by:

setting an alarm at 23:00,

setting an alarm at 22:30 so that I know to finish up what I am doing/not start anything,

making my routine start with another person, if me and someone else in my house agree to watch an episode of a show together at 22:00 then we hold each other to that, and that puts me in the same place at the same time every day so everything else follows from that.

Using others for anchoring purposes can be really effective if you have dependents, because they often bring some routine to your life that you can't ignore because they need you. You can anchor a routine to feeding your pets, to taking the kids to/from school, to walking the dog.

Because of anchors, I find daily routines work best because there are lots of things that happen every day. There's not many things that happen once or twice a week. I did manage to tie taking biweekly medication to the release of new chapters Time To Orbit: Unknown for a while because they came out every Sunday and Wednesday and I thought about them every day and so whenever I would think of it I would be able to think "is there a new chapter today?" and "have I taken my medication?"

Another bad anchor for me was getting home from school. I tried to have a routine around that so much, but I was always so exhausted I did not have the will to make myself do anything else.

good anchors are things that:

absolutely will happen

you will notice it happening

when it happens you will be ready to do the thing

Momentum

Even with the best anchor, starting a routine is hard. No one likes making themself do stuff. I find that once I get going though, it is easier to keep going. Getting the ball rolling is hard though. So I put the challenging stuff towards the end, for when I am already on a roll. Another thing with momentum is trying to have each task flow from the previous one. So my morning routine, when I have one, starts with going to the bathroom, because I usually wake up with a decent amount of motivation to go pee, and it's easy, then I am already in the bathroom, so I may as well brush my teeth and hair, and then I'll wash my face (already on a roll) and a few steps later I am brewing coffee and doing my physiotherapy exercises (I hate doing my physiotherapy exercises they are so boring). I often start my evening routine with something fun like watching an episode of TV (I don't have autoplay on so I don't get locked in, I just watch the one) because if my evening routine starts with brushing my teeth the goblin in my brain will go "but I don't WANT to!".

Microroutines

This helps with getting started, and with maintaining a routine, I find it easiest to explain through example.

I want to go on a daily walk. I want to walk around the park near me, that's about 30 minutes. Some days that is easy for me to do, other days that feels impossible. If I decide to have a routine of going for a walk every day at 10:00, I will be able to do that for a few days, but at some point, I will fail to do it, and if I fail to do it once, the pull of the routine is weaker and I'll probably drop it. make the bar for achieving the routine something you can actually do every day. maybe I set the routine as just walking to the end of my road, I don't need to go any further. Probably, when I get to the end of my road, I will choose to keep walking, but sometimes I may choose to turn back home at that point, and that's okay too, I have still achieved the routine. I could set the bar just at getting ready to go out. Every day at 10:00 I shall put on my shoes and my bag, that's the routine. Probably, having put on my shoes and bag, I will choose to go for a walk, but some days I may just take them off again.

microroutines are things you absolutely can do every time, that may prompt you to do more. Another one could be "floss one tooth" because flossing every tooth is long and tedious, but you can always floss just the one, right? And while you're within your rights to give up there, probably you'll feel like doing some more. But if you don't do more than one tooth, you have still maintained the routine another day.

No Pressure

As I said at the top, I don't expect any of my routines will last forever. the usual pattern is I'll have a really good few days/weeks where I'll be really motivated and able to do loads of stuff, then I will lose that zest and drop some or all of those things. I just ride the waves. Even if I can't keep up yoga every day forever, it was a great daily routine for a couple months, it made me feel good and helped my body be healthy, and this is not erased by the fact that I don't do that anymore. I am sure some day I'll pick it up again for a bit. Plus, each time I have a routine for a bit, I learn from it, I learn what things make my routines work better and what tends to kill them. So over time I have been able to maintain more elaborate routines for longer than I used to.

The way to fix a disturbing number of problems is "Cultivate good habits, and then do them consistently." I do not like this. 😠

[n0rmal-cat]

Farmer yan x reader- naming and claiming

[ok it gets kinda NSFW near the end]

It had been a long day, farmer come stumbling up the stairs to the bedrooms.

His shirt dirty and stained from work in the field, blisters and cuts mark his hands.

Once he got into the bedroom he started to undress. He took a deep breath flopped backwards onto the bed.

It had been one of the worst days he ever had, he consistently kept getting splinters from using his tool even with his gloves. His animals seeming wanted him to suffer as they kept pushing him in the mud.

"Rough day?” Reader sat on the bed next to him kitten in their lap.

Reader runs their hand through his hair

“I can’t tell if that’s sweat or your just turning into goo” they said jokingly

Farmer groaned and rolled over to look up at reader. “Ugh don’t remind me doll, I can already feel the mud drying” His eyes tired.

Farmer sat up quickly and narrowed his eyes at them “And why don’t you have mud all over you? Come to think of it, I didn't see you outside all day” he complained.

“Well…someone needed to look after them” they gestured to the kitten in their lap

“Why couldn’t I be the one to take care of them…” he muttered

“Because unlike you I’ve dealt with cats before” they raised her up to farmers face “but she’s glad that her dad is finally home” they smile.

The word ‘dad’ did not go unnoticed to him.

He grumbles a bit, before he can complain any more the kitten rubs its face against his.

Farmer sighs a little but his eyes also softened, it was true he knew a lot about animals, but mainly farm variety…

He gently held the kitten in his hands. “Have you named her yet?”

“I’ve come up with a few, but I didn’t want to name her without you being here” they explained

“Like what?” He asks looking back at them while he gently scratches the kitten's chin.

“Well there’s ’October’ for one, I’ve also come up with peekaboo on the count of her one eye, or hey farmer jr works to”

He chuckled “well aren’t you ridiculous one”

“October” he said thoughtfully “I like that one…”

He then picked up the kitten again and held her up in front of them “What do you think, little one? You like that name?”

It licked his with her rough tongue, “haha I knew that one would be your favourite, mostly because you know what October was and not ‘peekaboo’…” they trailed off

“I like the months of the year, October is a good harvest” he glared “if I could I would change your name, reader doesn’t make sense? Your name should be September”

He played with the cat in his lap, dangling his finger as she swatted them.

“Oh so I’m the weird one?” They as almost sounded offended “You eat people for every meal and I’m the weird one really?”

He gently set the kitten on the bed before wrapping his hands around readers' hips pulling them closer to him. “And if my memory serves me correctly, you like that I do” His face darkened as more eyes opened across his face

“I could rip and tear through that flesh of yours, would you like that dear” he guided their face in his direction.

Reader face immediately became hot as a stove top “shut up asshole!”

He chuckled, pulling them even closer so that they were almost sitting on his lap.

“Such a filthy mouth you have darling, and yet you’re so heated right now. I wonder what you’re thinking about hm?” He squinted his eyes playfully.

“A filthy mouth and a naughty mind no doubt, and in front of our daughter” he gasped “how vile”

Reader was speechless, “oh dear, looks like our poor little reader has lost their voice” he said sarcastically “Oh no~ that won’t do at all”

He leaned his face closer to theirs, their breath hitting each other’s lips. “I wonder if I can get those pretty sounds out of you another way~” he held list in his eyes

Reader could do nothing but stutter out a few words “w-what’s gotten into you today?!”

He smirked before biting their bottom lip. “Well let’s see, I don’t think I’ve gotten my daily dose of my little pest have I? Not my fault you decide to stay indoors all day”

He pressed his face into their neck, leaving light kisses then licking across it. “Plus I’ve had such an awful day today, won’t you help me make it better?”

He had never been so forward with them before, they kinda…liked this? “F-fine whatever…”

“Oh good.” He grabbed them and threw them down onto the bed he leaned over them, keeping them pinned in between their arms.

“I’m glad you’re so compliant today, you’re usually so mouthy sometimes, always running that pretty mouth of yours. “ he said before kissing their head gently.

“But before anything…” reader waited in anticipation “I need to get October out of the room and into her playpen, can’t let her see us can we?” He got off of them with a laugh.

Reader laid on the bed fist clenched, body stiff, face so hot you could see steam as they waited for farmer to come back into the room.

They knew it was probably going to be a long…eventful night.

[lovehotelreservation]

5 v 1

Summary: You really should've quintuple-checked your personal calendar before making date plans among your five boyfriends. Especially when you haven't disclosed to any of them that you even have other lovers.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader x Xavier/Zayne/Rafayel/Sylus/Caleb

Finding yourself blindfolded on a Friday night wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you.

Both fortunately and unfortunately.

In the context of your career, you’ve had your fair share of run-ins with unsavory types while going undercover, pretending to be taken as hostage by a band of rogue smugglers just so you could get closer to making quick punishing work of the ringleader.

In the context of your love life, however: to put it simply, you’ve had quite the experience.

And it wasn’t mutually exclusive with a single man either–rather, it was more of an ongoing rotation.

You were already a customer at the buffet of life, so why settle on one dish to savor?

After all, what a feast you’ve been blessed to enjoy thus far! A sleepily charming prince, a chilly prim and proper doctor, an eccentrically pouty artist, a handsomely arrogant crime boss, and an over-exuberantly dedicated commander.

It was a miracle that you were able to maintain your respective dating life with each as is. Arcade dates that left you spoiled with bunny plushies, savoring the warmth of hot cocoa and each other’s embrace at a winter resort, strolling along the beachside hand-in-hand as the sun set, zooming through the city on a midnight joyride on a sleek state of the art motorcycle, working up a sweat with gym dates that had kisses and more as rewards for achieving new goals—no matter which man you were with, you were overjoyed.

All while making sure that none of them knew of the others' existence.

But why cheat, one may ask?

Because how could you possibly choose one, as you would reason.

The way Xavier would doze off against your shoulder and snuggle against your side while the two of you watched a movie at his apartment was too precious for words, especially with him clinging to you meant that the rest of the night would be spent on the couch rather than the bed.

The way Zayne would diligently nurse you back to health when you were sick with his expert care, your favorite soup, and affectionate kisses to your forehead were the best remedies you could ever ask for.

The way Rafayel would gaze at you with such attentive eyes while he etched every detail of you into both his mind and upon his sketchbook left you feeling like a masterpiece every moment spent together.

The way Sylus would spoil you with such luxurious gifts without you even needing to ask was nice of course, but knowing that such a powerful man was ever ready to tear out his heart for you at a moment’s notice never failed to leave you in awe.

The way Caleb would cheer you on through anything you set your heart towards effortlessly filled your spirit with resolve; but being well aware that he would burn the world down if it meant that it could leave just the two of you together made you want to bask in his adoration while still keeping him in check for his own sake.

There was something that each man uniquely possessed that you���for all your valor and graciousness as an esteemed Hunter–could not bring yourself to choose over the other.

And so, on a Friday night like any other, you were set to have a date with one of them.

But having such a busy schedule–especially at the cusp of summer when Linkon was bustling with activities both splendid for the community and detrimental to everyone’s way of life–you found yourself stumbling into a scenario that simply boiled down to the fact that you really should have quadruple-checked your calendar.

Promising one but forgetting to cancel with another. Overlooking a rendezvous while making plans at the other side of town. Soothing the urgency of a sudden proposal as your mind lapsed at a previously scheduled hangout from a week before.

A simple mistake with dire consequences.

After all, you now found yourself upon your living room floor on your knees, your eyes covered by black cloth, your clothes stripped away fully, your hands tied behind your back, your heart set to an incessant flutter as you could hear the unmistakable sound of five pairs of footsteps shuffling around you.

There was no way out of this besides punishment.

Any attempts to reason and speak your way out of this had been long cast aside as failed, leaving you silent as you awaited your fate.

It took just one voice to finally break the stifling tension in the air.

“I gotta say: this was pretty clumsy, even for you, sweetie.”

“‘Sweetie’?”

A choir of barbed tongues for such a tender term of affection.

You could already imagine the narrowed stares of cerulean, jade, violet and sapphire-pink point towards the direction of smug crimson irises.

Of course it would be Sylus to get things rolling in the most antagonizing of ways.

“So that’s what other men are calling you, huh cutie?”

Words laced ever so pristinely with venom, paired with a precious pout that you knew had just formed.

That was Rafayel all right.

“Sweetie this, cutie that–who are these strange guys you’re letting chat you up like this, pipsqueak?”

“...what kind of nickname is pipsqueak?”

“That’s just how he is.”

“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean–?!”

While thankfully a sword remained sheathed and a gun stayed holstered, you could easily picture that wary glares that Caleb and Xavier were throwing each other's way all while an exasperated Zayne stood in-between with his fingers at his temple.

You were driven to say something, were it not for the low yet striking sound of Sylus clearing his throat.

“As much as I personally wouldn’t mind having this come to blows, we’re getting distracted from swiftly punishing this mischievous kitten for her greediness. I thought we discussed this already.”

Your body tensed as you finally let out an astonished “What?”

From the moment that you had all five accidentally run into one another at the lobby of your apartment to when you found yourself awaiting judgement while nude, just when did they have time tonight to have such a through talk togeth–

“Hmph while I loathe to agree with you of all people, cutie’s been too naughty to let this slide,” was Rafayel’s huffy reply.

“Glad we’re in agreement,” came Sylus's hearty chuckle. “Well then, brothers in arms, shall we?”

Caleb immediately scoffed, “Don’t call me ‘brother.’”

“You would say that, wouldn’t you?” Zayne quipped, his tone composed while you could hear the faint ‘click’ of his glasses being removed.

“H-Hey!”

The grumble of your name from Xavier’s lips drew your attention while the sound of belts and zippers being undone had you tense with apprehension. “We’ve got a task for you–something that a skilled Hunter like yourself should be able to handle easily.”

Their footsteps approached and you could feel it.

That heat.

That scent.

As tense as you were while you braced for any confrontation with your lovers, your thighs immediately closed together as you shuddered with anticipation.

“Aww excited already? Consider this a test of your memory, sweetie,” Sylus cooed from above. “All of us are going to have a turn stuffing that pretty little mouth of yours with our cocks~”

“If you’re able to identify us all correctly, we’ll forgive your scheduling mishap,” Zayne tsked from the side.

“But get any of us wrong, and I especially will never ever ever forgive you,” Rafayel chimed much too sweetly.

Nodding vigorously in response, you declared with utmost determination, “Whatever it takes to make things right.”

As you were met with a mix of awws and huffs, your lips parted instantly as demonstration of your resolve.

In return, you were greeted with the creamy tip of one cock dragging along your tongue, making sure that you had a taste of pre-cum just before it pushed fully into your mouth in one swift motion. You eagerly got to sucking away, even pressing your nose right against the base of his dick, only to be met with a soft nest of pubic hair. A name flashed in your mind right as he unceremoniously pulled out before another candidate quickly occupied your mouth.

The careful way he eased his cock past your lips, the slight curve to his erection, the lack of pubic hair once you were able to take him to the root. You felt a swell of confidence when he eventually drew away for the next man to take his place.

It was quickly dawning on you that they were being mindful to not linger in your mouth for too long, else risk letting a moan leak and give way to their identity.

Not that you needed such a hint for the next one, by the way you really had to let your mouth stretch and relax your jaw to accommodate the sheer weight and girth of the next cock that plunged into your mouth.

As you found your core already sopping wet and slick while this guessing game prolonged, you were sure of your selections thus far.

The last two felt about the same–even down to their shaving habits. But the distinguishing part came down to the eager and full push of one cock while the other was slower and indulgent.

When the final candidate pulled out, you were already gasping out your answers right as your blindfold was tugged off of your head.

“Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb and then Xavier…!”

As you finished speaking, you found yourself shrinking back.

And it wasn’t to finally being exposed to the light of your living room once again.

Rather, it already was a great deal to behold the sheer magnitude of one cock from any of your lovers, but as you remained on your knees, surrounded by all five of them at once was nothing short of intimidating.

At the same time, seeing their dicks gleam with a mix of their pre-cum and your saliva–if you weren’t so on edge, you would have allowed your mouth to drool freely in want of the idea of having your pick of any of them.

But this was not to be a night of your choosing.

Especially not while Rafayel immediately broke into applause.

Even while each clap sounded more mocking than anything.

“Congrats cutie!” He chirped while gazing down at you, his eyes gleaming wickedly as his pink lips curled in an equally mischievous smile. “You just earned yourself a night of punishment!”

Your eyes grew wide as you squawked out, “B-But you said you’d forgive–!”

“We said we’d forgive your misscheduling, not your cheating,” Xavier grumbled while he folded his arms over his chest.

“What Starboy over there said,” Caleb remarked with a jab of his thumb. “Don’t expect us to forgive or forget, alright pipsqueak?” Grinning deviously, he reached down to give you a pat on the back that felt more menacing than encouraging. “We’re gonna fuck this lesson deep into you so you don’t forget!”

With a click of his tongue and a shake of his head, Zayn began to loosen his tie as he observed out loud, “What you’ve demonstrated right here at this moment is that you’ve slept with all of us so much that you can easily differentiate between our bodies even while blindfolded.”

“You’re so cock addicted, sweetie–it’s almost pitiful.” Sylus’s teasing sneer was uttered right as he tossed aside his shirt. “Doesn’t matter who it belongs to, you’re just eager to get your fix, huh?”

Your wrists strained within their bounds as you lowered your head, a helpless whine escaping your lips. “That’s not true.”

The tension that had taken hold of you in anticipation of your punishment was one thing, the building shame and remorse from leading them on and being called out for it was entirely a whole other major matter.

“Actions say otherwise, babe,” Caleb laughed as he and the others continued to undress, clothes littering across your living room. “By the way you’ve been treating us, we’re just your collection of sex toys.”

“Just a collection of cocks for you to pick and choose from whenever you want, huh?” The bite in Rafayel’s words finally did it.

“Not true at all!” Your head snapped up, tears welling within your eyes as you cried out. “I know I messed up–I know misleading and lying to you all was bad! But please know that what I feel for each of you is true! Each of you are so special to me!”

With the five now fully naked as they stood before you, all eyes were on you, staring at your expression, assessing the authenticity of your words and tears.

“Is that so?” Xavier challenged a moment later, his words firm. “Use this night to claim each of us then. Demonstrate if we truly have a place in your heart.”

“Not only with words but with action,” Zayne remarked, his gaze fixed in a stern stare.

“If you don’t, then you can say goodbye to your bodyguard days and say hello to motherhood once I’m done with you,” Rafayel hummed, his intentions much more serious than the sing-song tone he spoke in.

“‘We’re,’” the other four immediately interjected, casting a glare towards his direction.

With a pitiful sniffle, you nodded vigorously as you declared, “I’ll prove it, I swear it to each of you! Right here, right–”

“–now.”

Xavier uttered this before he immediately dropped down to kiss you fully, ignoring the hisses and curses sent his way by Rafayel and Caleb.

But nothing mattered, only that you were receiving his affection, however blistering it was currently expressed.

He made quick work of the binding around your wrists, leaving you free to run your hands through his hair while you reciprocated his kiss with sheer earnestness. After feeling so unsure you would ever get to receive any sort of loving touch ever again, you were happily accommodating and pliant for him as he had you lie down beneath him, his hands spreading your legs just before he was slotting his cock into your core with one quick fluid thrust.

For as much of a gallant prince he carried himself to be when fighting alongside you, for as dreamily tender he often expressed his affection towards you by, the tempo and vigor he was pummeling into you were anything but gracious or merciful.

His fingers found their way to yours, threading themselves in a sturdy clasp while he kept your hands pinned down to the floor–nothing short of possessive. As this occurred, his lips then fell by your ear, a breathless command stated, punctuated with every slam of his hips.

You didn’t hesitate.

While your eyes locked right into his stormy blue ones, your back arched as you whimpered out loud, “Everyone look–I’m getting fucked by Xavier! My pussy has been shaped to fit his cock only!”

A choir of grumbled and gnashed teeth in response, but it was Sylus who actually spoke up.

“His shape only, huh sweetie?” He chuckled darkly. Though your focus remained on Xavier, you still caught a gleaming flash of crimson from his right eye. “I know a challenge when I hear it.”

This just earned the immediate ire of Xavier, who turned to glare right at him as he hissed, “Hear what you want, but I’ll make sure you hear this noise most of all…!”

Squeezing your hands, he brought his lips down to your neck for kisses and bites while his tempo intensified. the obscenely wet noise of his cock drilling into you pairing with the cries of his name off of your lips in sinful harmony all the way until you were dragged into the peak and crash of your orgasm, your pussy soon flooded full with the heat of his seed.

Even after having just climaxed, he lingered inside of you, fingers still weaved tightly with yours, reluctant to leave as you caught your breath.

However, by the sound of someone aggressively coughing with much impatience, he sighed, frustration flashing on his face as he glared back over his shoulder in response.

Xavier’s attention soon returned to your face, his blue eyes softening for a moment while he sought to indulge in one more kiss from your lips before he finally pulled out so your next lover could deliver punishment.

Which unsurprisingly turned out to be the very person who was rushing him in the first place.

With Rafayel practically diving over to swoop you into his arms, he was all smiles as he gazed at Zayne, Sylus and Caleb with utter defiance. His tone as haughty as ever, he taunted, “Hope you all can understand that I need to have a stern and urgent talk with my bodyguard.”

Caleb immediately cocked an eyebrow as he scoffed, “You’re letting this guy boss you around, pipsqueak?!”

“That you would be so accommodating for such a petulant man,” Zayne joined with disdain, sharing a look with Caleb before they, Sylus and Xavier watched as Rafayel gleefully hauled you over to your couch to take a seat.

For as much as you wanted to rebuttal–”He’s a sweetheart believe me!”–, his subsequent actions revealed a spirit that was much more petty in nature.

Having you face forward, Rafayel’s hands rested on your hips as he slowly guided them down towards his lap, making sure that the other four had a clear view of not only his cock sheathing itself fully into your pussy, but the look of absolute ecstasy that soon swept over your face as well.

While at first he took great joy in working you up to a quick and fluid tempo, he savored bliss most when he eventually drew his hands away completely and you proceeded to bounce upon his dick with even greater desperate need, his heart swelling with pride.

You were his masterpiece and he only wanted to flaunt off his art, after all.

However, there was still the matter of signing off on this particular piece.

That soon took the form of his hands returning to your body, the fingertips of one soon running tight little circles over your clit in tandem to your vigorous rhythm, the other pressing right below your belly, applying pressure every time his cock was sheathed back into the slick velvety depths of your core.

As drowned in pleasure as you were at this point, you felt alarmed the moment you realized what Rafayel was doing.

This wasn’t the first time he had done this in particular during sex and you knew he most certainly wanted to showcase this in front of your other lovers.

It was an inevitability that there was no escape from and before long, you were left squealing wantonly as he compelled you to join him at the extreme heights of climax, your face becoming flushed with heat and wet with tears of pleasure and embarrassment as the deliberate strokes of his fingertips caused your orgasm to gush messily out of your pussy and right onto the floor below.

Stunned was an understatement amongst your audience. Wide eyes, slack jaws, words lost, and–of course–cocks hard.

Though, in Zayne’s case, the words of “For you to push her body to such an extent” were uttered through gritted teeth while he was in the midst of retrieving something from his discarded pants.

Not that Rafayel was paying attention, as he was much too preoccupied with nuzzling his face against your shoulder affectionately while he hugged you from behind, steadying your body after you fell back against him in an overstimulated slump. “Aww cutie, you made such a mess,” he cooed in the sweetest of tones. “Whoever could’ve done such a thing~?”

With a sniffle, your gaze roamed across the other four as you answered, “I w-was made to s-squirt because of Rafayel’s c-cock and fingers.”

The glimmer of your tears–pleasured or not–had Xavier spitting out, “In any other circumstance, I would’ve killed you on the spot for making her cry in such a way.”

“Though I’m of the same opinion, consider me impressed,” Sylus mused with a smirk. “I’ll have to do that in record time one day.”

“A much later day.”

Zayne’s sudden interjection had both you and Rafayel startled, given by how quickly he appeared at your side.

Commandeering you right out Rafayel’s arms–much to the artist’s instant annoyance–and into his, Zayne ignored Caleb’s yelped “What the hell Zayne?! I was supposed to be–”, he drew you close to his chest while he brought a soothing hand up and down your back for gentle, languid strokes.

“Such a physical reaction like that from your body is normal during sex,” he remarked softly, his tone warm. “Though I’m sure you don’t need me telling you this.”

You clung against him further as you hiccuped, “It still helps a lot t-to hear it from you, Zayne.”

“That being said.”

Icy in an instant.

Much like the way you found yourself upon the floor on your hands and knees.

The heat that emanated off of Zayne’s palm only elicited shivers, especially as you felt his hand drag right over your backside.

“What’s not normal is being so deceitful, especially while you slept with other men behind my back.”

While your reflexes as a Hunter had you already brace for what was to come, you still yelped upon feeling his hand strike over your ass in a firm slap, followed by another and another, alternating between either cheek.

“That you would obedient for such a cruel and hypocritical doctor,” Rafayel remarked flatly, his tone in a mocking impersonation of Zayne’s voice.

Yet even as your skin stung with pain, your core only drooled and dripped all the more drenched with increasing pleasure.

This wasn’t the first time Zayne had done this to you and most certainly wouldn’t be the last.

You were so engaged in preparing for each spank that you didn’t catch the sound of a plastic cap being popped open.

But what certainly caught your attention was the sensation of cool gel suddenly being smeared over your asshole, causing your head to snap back as you looked at him with big, astonished eyes.

“Th-There Zayne?! Right now?!”

“Is there a more appropriate time to do this?” He questioned back with a slight tilt of his head, a soft grunt escaping him once his hand began to thoroughly coat his cock with lube. “As though this is new to you.”

“Hold on a minute!” Caleb interjected as his hand shot up, his expression aghast. “So you did anal first with Zayne and not me?!”

“I was the one to ease her through her first time with this spot,” Zayne answered, his eyes cast down as he watched the tip of his cock easeinto your ass from behind. While he pushed every long and thick inch inside, his usual cool composure sizzled into a hiss as he was greeted by your familiar tight heat. “It’s only right that I demonstrate to you all that I know her body best…!”

Caleb’s fingers balled into a fist. “‘Best’ huh…?”

“I disagree wholeheartedly,” Rafayel spat out, even as he marveled at the way your body bowed further in pleasure.

At first, Zayne was operating under a more slow and deliberate pace, opting to instead sink his cock into you down to the hilt. He also brought one hand around to grab and grope your breast, squeezing your chest with every deep thrust made.

His careful approach made you forget that this was even punishment.

However, the more you mewled and rolled your hips back to meet his in need, the more your ass squeezed around his dick, he was swift to remind you of your place.

The hand that was on your breasts retracted to instead grab at your hair as the rhythm of his thrusts soon turned punishing in tempo. Your pleasured squeals and cries were quickly joined by the sound of your ass getting spanked once again, his palm cascading down upon your skin for a string of smacks with disciplinary fervor.

Your name was declared from his mouth with a smouldering rasp, followed by his remark of, “If you could kindly enlighten the audience on what is being done to you and by who.”

Feeling his grip on your hair tighten, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you moaned out, “Zayne! My ass is getting spanked and fucked by Zayne!”

Your hair was released in favor of your chin being grasped, with Zayne turning your head to the side so he could bend forward and reward you with a kiss, the murmur of “Good girl” muffled into your mouth.

“You really can endure a lot huh…” Xavier observed out loud, his gaze focused while he watched you succumb further as you begged for more. “I’ll have to keep this in mind.”

With the care imposed to you by your beloved doctor, you were soon left sprawled on the floor, spent, your backside raised up high in the air as Zayne’s sticky cum trickled out from your asshole.

Enduring Xavier, Rafayel, and Zayne back to back. How could you even think to have the strength to get up–?

“Poor, poor little kitten. Need a helping hand?”

From right across the floor to suddenly hauled up high in the air.

Finding yourself face out towards the others once again, you could feel the thick, hard muscle of Sylus’s arms hooking beneath your thighs, keeping them spread wide and open to grant him full access with plunging his fat, girthy cock into your pussy. With his big hands clasping behind your head, you were effectively locked in place, left helpless and subject to his ravenous battering.

“Hang on tight, sweetie,” he breathed out teasingly, his tongue running over his bottom lip in delight as he savored the sopping squeeze of your core around his dick. “I’ll make sure this is a ride you’ll never forget.”

As he proceeded to murmur something towards you in an even quieter tone, Zayne–whose expression wrinkled over Sylus going straight into handling you aggressively rather than taking his time–proceeded to cast a glance to his side.

“How curious Caleb.” One brow quirking up, he continued, “I’m surprised you’re suddenly okay with that man going before you after all the complaining you’ve done tonight.”

Folding his arms behind his head, Caleb only chuckled in response, his laughter light while the look in his eyes was certainly not, “Heheheh, I have my reasons.”

While Zayne only looked more perplexed in return, Caleb redirected his attention back to you, watching you squirm and writhe about in a pleasured frenzy as you remained held captive.

Focused, determined, hellbent, Sylus kept on with spearing his cock into you over and over, the way he handled you feeling more akin to how he would use a sex toy for his own personal whims. His pace merciless, his girth stuffing you full, your body shuddered as you felt the crescendo of your next orgasm draw near.

His lips cracking into a smirk upon feeling your core clamp further down onto his dick, he brought his mouth right by your ear as he purred, emphasizing every single word with a mighty pound, “Alright sweetie. Just like I said, okay~?”

Your shameless shriek of “I’m mating with Sylus! I’m being made into a bitch in heat by Sylus!” with the subsequent crash of your climax immediately drew the ire of your audience–Xavier and Zayne especially. That the infamous outlaw easily got you to refer to yourself in such a degrading way was inexcusable in their eyes.

As if Sylus cared.

His face beaming with pride and satisfaction, he only goaded you further.

“That’s right: A naughty kitten so tormented by her base needs–just so eager to mate with any man, isn’t that right…?!” While his voice dropped into a snarl, he proceeded to bite down onto your shoulder as with one last hearty thrust, he left your core full and filled with a shot of his hot cum.

Though you would’ve liked to at least try and offer a rebuttal to the question he posed, from the moment Sylus finally loosened the vice that he kept your body ensnared by, you only found yourself being relinquished over to another pair of awaiting arms.

“I’ll take it from here,” was Caleb’s cheerful chime as he gave your body a loving squeeze, his voice sounding the happiest it had ever been this entire night.

Sylus only scoffed with a grin, “Heh, just don’t get too power hungry now.”

Yet his words were only ignored.

After all, now having his turn at last, Caleb was ready to feast.

“There we go,” he sighed out blissfully while he proceeded to carefully lay you back down onto the floor, “now all’s right with the world.” Catching your gaze, his violet eyes glittered joyously before he brought his lips to your face for a string of kisses all over, from your cheeks, your jaw and your mouth while his hands parted your thighs.

He was quick if not desperate to finally settle himself right in-between your thighs and plunge the entire length of his heavy cock right into your pussy. The rapturous whine you let out was swallowed by his mouth as he smothered your lips for a needy kiss.

By contrast to what you experienced with Rafayel, Zayne, and Sylus previously, Caleb carried himself similarly to Xavier, position and all.

However, having been the one to go last, to watch every other man have their turn with you, as his thrusts picked up in pace out of sheer need, it was him who was groaning and even whimpering as he achieved his orgasm before you did.

“Ehh, Colonel Quickshot over here, huh?” Rafayel didn’t even try to hold back his snicker, all while Zayne was soon admonishing him over the fact that some men are just more prone to premature ejacula–

“Who said I was done?”

It was a question that wasn’t directed at Rafayel specifically.

Hell, it wasn’t even a question—rather, a challenge posed to any of the other men in the room.

Because for Caleb, who didn’t even think to break eye contact away from you as he spoke, he had been keeping track all night long of every load of cum that was pumped into you by the others.

Even one besides him was one too many.

“Caleb…?”

Your voice trailed off as you watched the glimmer in his eyes soon become overtaken by a stormy haze.

He didn’t say anything, answering instead by quickly taking hold of your legs to push them back until your ankles were right by your head. His cock, still having yet to soften from his initial orgasm, was soon barrelling into your pussy once again, this time with even greater vehemence.

With his palms anchoring down on the back of your thighs, you were kept in the perfect position to receive every drop of cum he was dead set on pouring inside of you.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the others, obviously–with all becoming increasingly incensed with how much he was prolonging his turn.

Yet it wasn’t until you were crying out “I’m getting creampied over and over by Caleb! I’m going to get pregnant with Caleb’s baby at this rate!” with the peak of your orgasm that finally got the four of them to speak out in protest.

“Caleb,” Zayne scolded.

“Bullshit,” Sylus scoffed.

“No,” Xavier hissed.

“Die,” Rafayel growled.

“What’s that? Can’t hear or care about anything you all have to say!” Caleb laughed.

The subsequent bickering amongst the five that followed was lost on you as by this point, you were simply too far gone, your mind blank, your body drunk and wasted off of euphoric pleasure.

It was so much, too much.

But if your greed was what led you to this situation in the first place, as bad as it sounded, you only found yourself feeling even greedier than before after what you went through on this night.

You were eventually dragged back to reality upon feeling the scorching rush of Caleb’s seed pouring inside of you once again just before experiencing the loss of his warmth as he finally unsheathed his cock out of you upon his last orgasm–but not before snatching another kiss from your lips.

As you remained on the floor utterly spent and dazed, taking the moment to steady your breath, the five–seemingly having settled their differences and gripes with one another yet again–only circled around you, admiring their respective handiwork.

And then Sylus began to clear his throat once more.

“Well men, shall we?”

The other four expressed their agreement whether verbally or with a noise of acknowledgement. While you were left to glance around curiously as you watched them shuffle around your living room to search for and among their tossed clothes, you were soon at the center of not only their attention once again, but their phone cameras as well.

“Consider this a settlement for your transgressions, cutie~” His tone light and playful, Rafayel helped steady you back up to a sitting position before handing you what looked to be a page torn from his sketchbook, a note in his elegant handwriting inscribed across.

Hugging you from behind in further support of your body, he rested his chin on your shoulder as he continued, “Read this out to us–we’ll help prompt you too~” An amused giggle escaping him, he clarified with, “Just want to get on record this special confession from you, okay?”

“O-Okay.” Confused as you were, you held the note with care, your exhaustion forgotten for this moment as you sought to take this chance to fully redeem yourself.

Caleb was the first to speak, the usual exuberant light in his eyes having since returned as he asked, “What is your name?”

You answered while your eyes peered around at each phone pointed in your direction.

“Is there anything you want to declare?” Xavier asked next, the tone of his voice back to its signature soft, dreamy lushness.

You made sure to look at every single man in the eyes as you responded with, “I have five men that I really love.”

“You do? How cute,” Sylus hummed with amusement, unable to hide back that familiar all-knowing teasing grin of his. “Did something recently happen with you and those guys?”

Your eyes returned to the note, reading over what was next as your cheeks became warm from lingering embarrassment. “I had an affair with each of them and didn’t tell the others about having sex with other men because I didn’t want to choose one over the other.”

“How naughty of you~” Rafayel cooed, smiling mischievously while he nuzzled his cheek against yours with affection. “How are you gonna make it up to them moving forward?”

The presence of five phone cameras only deepened your embarrassment. Regardless, you continued with a composed, “Because of what I did, I’ll make it up by being used by all five of them whenever they want, however long they want.”

Zayne delivered the final question. Though the words were scripted, the look of adoration in his eyes was as genuine as could be. “And how does that make you feel?”

You immediately cast the note aside, needing no further prompt.

“It makes me really happy because I love them all!”

Sincerity as pure as could be, reflected in the look on your face and the sound of your voice.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb all looked towards you, their affection for you evident on each of their faces before they proceeded to cast a glance at one another.

“Does this settle everything once and for all then?” Zayne questioned.

“As long as she’s happy, then I see no issue,” Xavier declared.

“As long as there’s no outright favoritism from her, then I’m happy,” Rafayel chimed.

“Aren’t you lucky, kitten? All the milk you could ever want at a moment’s notice~” Sylus purred.

“A truce is a truce!” Caleb cheered.

With Rafayel already hugging you close, the rest of the four joined in expressing their adoration for you. The rest of the evening would be spent nurturing and doting after you, your wish–as always–their command.

Because while it was without doubt that you were theirs, all five of them together were yours.

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tfw i was trying to get this out during the NANANA COME ON valentines day but not valentines day banner this year 😭😭

glad i could make it at least for caleb’s birthday 🥹🎂

thank you so much for reading !!! 🥰🥰

[beastyeastfreak]

So.... we have yandere Beast, but what about yandere virtues!

We were just a cookie. Not really famous or anything. We were kind to the strangers no matter how they acted or who they were. One day, we meet 5 cookies . We instantly knew they were newly baked, so we helped them adapt to life here on earthbread. They later became known as virtues. We didn't really cared about that . After all, they were just our friends!

But surely they acted quite weird around you. But you guessed it's because you were their first friend! Huh, why did they look so weird when you told them that you're going on the date?

LET ANON COOK CHAT

Cw and tags: angst(some worse than others), yandere, posessive and jealous behavior, kinda implied one sided love, reader becomes immortal/virtues extend their life, reader is in love with another cookie / has been before.

Written before the silent salt update. Also i decided that the emoji for the reader with be 🐚, theres a whole thought process i wont bore you with but it probably wont be used very often lol

You were a mortal cookie, baked like any other. You were simple, you lead a life of work in a small town. One unpromising evening, you venture into the woods and find five cookies who clearly were fresh out of the oven

🌷 - “My what a beautiful place! I can’t wait to see all the cookies we get to watch over!” A pink cookie says, spreading her wings and opening her arms wide towards the sky.

🃏 - “I’m quite excited to learn and teach mortals, who knows what knowledge they already have waiting for me!” A blue one speaks while examining a plant, crouched down.

🌾 - “I have a feeling there’s many cookies in need of our help, we should make haste.” One white as flour emerges from the bushes with the help of a red cookie.

🏜️ - “Well said! I am eager to nurture cookie kind and cultivate many kingdoms!” He says with a puffed out chest, following him is a knight who immediately spots you.

🗡️ - “There,” they speak and they all snap towards you.

🐚 - “Hello!” You speak walking out of the bushes, “welcome to earthbread!” You laugh and a few of them laugh with you.

🃏 - “Greetings, could you perhaps enlighten us on the way to… to um…” the blue cookie trails off then looks at the rest. “Where exactly are we going?” The others don’t have an answer.

🐚 - You look at them as they exchange looks. You figure despite their clearly prestigious appearance, they weren’t sure what to do. “Say, its getting late. How about you stay with me for the night and in the morning we can get you on your feet?” You offer, you travelled quite a bit due to work so you could actually be of great use to them. They seem hesitant.

🌾 - “We could not ask that of you-“

🐚 - “Please, i insist,” you continue and they finally cave, looking amongst each other before at you, then nod.

🐚 - You brought the virtues to your home, giving them food and setting out places for them to sleep (though they did not actually sleep). While they ate, you learned more about them and helped them decide where to begin their journey from your travelling experience. You unknowingly were one of the biggest influences on them. The blueberry academy, the ivory pagoda and the garden of delights among many other influential places would have been vastly different if not for you.

🐚 - You received many gifts from the virtues, your name had been set in stone as the first cookie graced with their presence and their aid when they were fresh. For that, not only did they find a way to lengthen your preservatives to make you live longer, but they also helped turn your small town into a successful kingdom. Hell, you had your own statue of you standing beside the virtues! They were your greatest friends, as many of your friends came and went, they remained. Your statue and name in history books would be the extent of your fame, but it would grant you many other friends. One of which seemed too close for their liking.

🐚 - You were getting ready for another night out with that friend of yours, they seemed to really like you and you were maybe starting to like them back. You looked nice in your opinion, definitely very formal…

🌾 - You were startled away from gazing at yourself in the mirror as Mystic Flour walked in. You lighten up, “I didn’t realize you were in town!” You walk up to hug her, she returns the embrace with less enthusiasm. You notice the look on her face, “is something bothering you?” You ask and she remains quiet for a moment. “I have granted so many of your wishes,” she tucks a baby hair icing from your face. “And yet you’re choosing another. Strange,” she says and you resist the urge to tilt your head.

🌾 - Your frowned deepens, “what do you mean? You’re my best friend,” you speak but it’s not what she wants to hear. “More and more cookies become overcome with greed, they cannot accept what they are given.” She begins, her eyes darken in a way you had not seen before, disappointment was one emotion you could make out. “It seems that it is simply in cookies nature.” She says which only makes you quieter. Only now that she was beginning to scare you did you notice stress lacing her face.

🌾 - “Mystic Flour, please-“ You begin. “Dont,” she places one hand up. “As master of the ivory pagoda and light of Volition, ive decided you will not attend this… date. You will not attend any from now on, i will cure this ailment within you as i will with cookiekind as a whole.” She speaks sharply. You swear as you look into her eyes, they look slitted.

🏜️ - You hear a knock on the door, “come in!” You yell out and see your close friend Burning Spice enter. Theres a look on his face you cant quite discern. “Y/N,” he greets then looks at you as if something had confirmed in his mind. “You look… nice, who is this for?” He narrows his eyes, you look back in the mirror. “Im going out with someone tonight, figured id dress my best,” you reply.

🏜️ - “With another cookie..?” He says slowly, “with another cookie,” you parrot with a nod, fixing your outfit a bit. “Why do you insist on bonding with cookies that will crumble in mere years,” he says which makes you stop. “W..what?” You look at him in the reflection of the mirror. “You have lived a long time just as i have, surely you have realized this heartbreak of losing those close to you hurts worse than momentary entertainment?” He says and steps towards you, you whip around and look up at him.

🏜️ - “What are you talking about? They’re my friends, i cant just not be with them,” you replied. “They will die, so will the next. Then the next, and again, and again, and again. Why not just…” he takes your chin in his hand, his two lower hands rest on your hips, “stay with me?” Something was wrong with him, he had never acted like this. “I will be your constant in a sea of change, your protector, your entertainment…” You arent given much of a choice, he seems adamant. Maybe if you just give in for a bit he’ll go back to normal. “Yeah… ok ill cancel my plans.”

🌷 - You were broken from your thought as Eternal Sugar gently creaked the door open. You turn and smile widely. “Eternal Sugar! How nice of you to fly in!” You say and walk up to her, she wraps her arms and wings around you tightly. “You look so joyful in that icing, dear! Whats the occasion?” She hugs you looser, hand running on the back of your head. “Well, theres this cookie ive been talking to and we’re going out tonight,” you replied. Her expression shifts a bit, at first the smile fades then she completely frowns. “Oh dear, you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak~” she coos which makes your slightly lovestruck expression turn confused.

🌷 - “Sweetness… theres so many cookies out there who’d want to hurt you or take advantage of you! And remember how much it hurt last time?” She runs a hand over the side of your face and lets it rest there. Her reminder of your loss was harsh, and visibly made you hesitate. “But.. they’re nice, i dont think they’d do that?���

🌷 - “But you don’t know that, Y/N… you’re too naive,” she kisses your forehead. “With me you’d never have to wonder if they wish to hurt you… i only want all the happiness in the world for you, to shield you from pain.” She wraps her wings around you tighter. You want to disagree but remembering when you were hurt and she was there for you made you stop. “Then what do i do?” You say and she smiles, “how about you come to the garden, we can have a night out. And if you wish you may stay there, forever, with me…”

🃏 - Blueberry Milk knocks on your door, recognizable by the pattern of each gentle strike. “Come in!” You exclaim, still looking into the mirror. The fount of knowledge enters, looking at your outfit then smiling softly. He adjusts his monocle and speaks, “Good evening, Y/N, you look positively stunning! Would you enlighten me on why you’re dressed up so nicely?” He asks, you strike a little pose in the mirror. “Im going out with someone tonight,” you respond then turn your head to him. His face deviates, though not upset to your eyes. “With… who?” He asks.

🃏 - “With (cookie name), they’re a real catch…” you say and put on your coat. He’s silent for a moment, you spoke again. “I actually have to leave now if you dont mi-“ “I do!-“ he says abruptly. You turn to him, he continues. “They’re seeing someone else, thats what i came to tell you.” He says, you tilt your head. “They said they were single..?” You say with disappointment. You believed him no matter what, he was the fount of knowledge his sole purpose was to deliver facts and only that. “I wouldn’t lie to you,” he steps forward and takes your hand in a gesture of comfort. You look down, “i got my hopes up for nothing,” you sigh.

🃏 - He kisses your hand, “well… it would be a shame to have you dressed up so nicely for nothing, how about we go out?” He offers, your lips turn up slightly. “Id like that,” you replied softly.

[thatguywrites]

Work Husbands

Attending reader (kinda replaces Robby)

Can be read as platonically or romantic

Although Jack preferred night shifts and you were often on day shifts, the little overlaps you got were filled with eye rolls and side eyes.

"So who'd you hang out with last night, pretty boy? Anyone I gotta worry about?" You'd predictably jibe before going to collect your residents for morning rounds.

"Well I hopped bed to bed, I'd be here all day to list them all" He always responded, before actually telling you what you really needed to know. The two of you follow each other around until he'd leave, bickering and flirting with each other more than working.

The new interns weren't blessed to see your working relationship with Dr. Abbot just yet, but anyone they asked simply smirked and walked away quietly, laughing, without answering their question.

When he comes in to help for PittFest, you visibly almost collapse into his arms. He visibly completes you, allowing you to get back into your flow, completing your sentences, working smoothly to prepare the hospital, and it's doctors and nurses for the incoming patients.

Every step of the way and every patient you treat, or lose, he's by your side. Helping you keep going and reminding you it's not your fault when you have to give up one someone. It hurts him to have to leave your side to check other patients and on the interns and other doctors, as the patients stabilize the cracks in your normally iron strong facade crack more and more. He checks in on you every few minutes when he can, noticing the stress that keeps you from working as fast as you could. As soon as he can, he pulls you into a hug and keeps repeating how well you did in your ear. Being an attending is hard, and you found out that your best resident was struggling with an addiction on the same day as a mass casualty event, and the anniversary of your mentors death.

The moment things truly calm down, you two both pull each other to the roof and pull out granola bars for each other, debriefing, looking at the sunset, mourning who you'd lost.

In the park that night, he keeps his eye on you. Watching for those cracks that can not heal on their own, not this time. He watches as you dismiss him and start heading home on your own, and brushes off your protests and follows behind. He knows what they whisper behind your backs as you leave. Work husbands. Are we sure they're not sleeping together? All the usual gossip. It's none of his concern. He can deal with the gossip if that's what he has to go through to take care of you. You're his man. Whether you like it or not.

Taglist: @koalapastries @op-81-lvr-reblogs

[hischiershoe]

HOW'D I MISS THAT YESTERDAY!?!?!

If you'd fancy. It's giving off season. (I vote Nico)

06. platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you

we love off season nico so much

no warnings!!! (im shocking myself there has been no angst anywhere), a tiny bit of timo slander but its out of love

When your sister dragged you into the camping trip she was going on with her husband and their friends, you hadn't expected them to make you share a tent with Nico. You begged her to let you cram into their tent, but she was adamant that as the two only single people (a fact she heavily emphasized), the two of you were going to stay in the same tent. Now, it wasn't as if you didn't know him well enough or didn't like him, it was just that you liked him probably a little too much.

In your defense, it was hard to not like him. He was one of the kindest people you had ever met, and he was always willing to go the extra mile for anyone he came across, even strangers. And yeah, he was also pretty attractive.

"You're going to be fine," Your sister stresses as you help her unload the car, "You've known him for years. It's not like it'll be weird or anything."

"Could be worse," Her husband shouts over his shoulder, "You could be sharing with Meier."

The thought alone sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.

"What if I slept outside," You shrug your shoulders, following her to the area where all of the others had begun setting up.

"One, we both know he'd never let that happen. And two, I would just make him drag you into the tent after you fall asleep."

You let the conversation end there, choosing to let her delegate small tasks to you while the two of them set up their four-person tent. Nico and his brother were setting up their two tents, which made it easy for you to avoid him until you absolutely couldn't anymore. You even waited until he was far enough away to toss your stuff inside the tent before retreating back to your sister.

She was quick to pick up on what you were doing, and when everyone was settling into their chairs to sit around the fire, she "subtly" suggested Nico sit next to the three of you. She didn't glance in your direction when you narrowed your eyes at her, but you could still see the smug smile on her face.

"Hey," Nico greets as he falls into the chair beside you, beer in one hand and phone in the other.

"Hi," You give him a small smile, "How've you been?"

"Pretty good," He nods, spreading his legs apart as he adjusts his hips in the seat, "Glad to be home for the summer. How have you been?"

"I've been pretty good. I got promoted to associate editor a couple of months ago, so works been a bit busier," You admit, the nerves you were feeling before slowly dissipating as you fall back into normal habits.

"That's awesome! You'll be senior editor before you know it." His tone was genuine and encouraging, and you couldn't help but smile.

By the time everyone was separating off to go to bed, the anxious feeling in your stomach returned in full force. Nico was quick to let you have the tent to change clothes while he stayed outside, and the entire time you were mumbling to yourself in attempt to calm down. I

It was just a tent. Just two people sharing an air mattress in a tent. That's all. It's not a big deal. You can do that.

The sound of someone pulling the zipper down was what caused you to stir, but the warm feeling pressed against the entire front of your body was what really woke you up. Your legs were tangled together with Nico's, one of his arms slung over your waist to keep you snug against his side while yours was stretched out across his abdomen.

You carefully crane your neck to look up at him, and when your gaze finally finds his face, he slowly opens one of his eyes to look at you. Neither of you says anything when you hear the quiet gasp of your sister, and you don't make any indication you're going to separate from each other, either.

"I told you it would work," You hear your sister squeals as she zips the flap back up, "They totally like each other! They're cuddling!"

"Can you shut up," You briefly pop your head up, though Nico's grip on your waist doesn't allow you to move much more than that, "Some of us like to sleep past five!"

Your head falls back to Nico's chest, an annoyed groan slipping through your lips as his absentmindly slips under the material of your shirt. It was a careful, sublte movement, but it made goosebumps rise on your skin and your breath get caught in your throat. The gentle circles his thumb was making against your hip certainly wasn't helping either.

"Morning," He mumbles, his voice deep and heavy from just waking up.

"Not yet," You shake your head against his chest, "I need to sleep a little more before I fight my sister for apparently setting me up."

"Well," He presses his head back into the pillow and closes his eyes, "Go easy on her. It wasn't just her idea."

"No promises- Wait, what?!"

[delizzie]

Old love warmed up

Description: After years of not seeing each other, Emily and Y/N meet again. The feelings of the past come up, and Emily has to make a decision. Leaving her old life or leaving the chance of being with Y/N, again. 

Tags: wlw, ex!bau!reader, older!Emily, hurt/comfort, supportive!team, happy ending(?) 

Spoiler warning for season 18.

Emily, like most people, hated funerals. She had been to too many, and these were the worst ones, when someone close to her died. She couldn’t imagine how JJ and the boys must feel, and she was angry with herself for thinking how lucky she was to be single. 

She had already lost too many people. 

“I can’t believe he actually came,” JJ appeared next to her, causing Emily to snap out of her thoughts, and glance at Spencer, who's standing in the corner. 

“Of course he did. I had no doubt about it,” she said with a small smile. Although she was uneasy, she tried to contain herself. This wasn’t about her. 

“Yeah, it’s incredible how far they come from. Spence, Y/N, the old…” 

“Y/N?” Emily’s heart pounded at the name, she tried to remain uninterested, but with little success. 

“They worked together for a while before Y/N joined.” the blonde replied confusedly. 

“Yeah, really. I totally forgot it.” Emily replied.

“Who is Y/N?” Tara appeared next to them, and they both flinched “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

“It’s okay.” Emily began “Y/N was a member of the team for a while, and before that she worked at the same police station as Will.”

“Oh, I see.” Tara nodded, but Emily’s feigned calm didn’t convince her. 

It wasn’t long before a familiar figure suddenly appeared. She exchanged a few words with everyone as she made her way further inside. Emily swallowed hard, trying to hide the confusion she felt as she watched the woman walking towards them. 

Y/N was beautiful as ever. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, and although the years had left their marks on her skin, she was still very pretty.

“Hello!” she walked up to the three women, first turning to JJ “I’m so sorry!” she whispered as she hugged the woman tightly, her voice full of emotion. After the hug ended she looked at Tara “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” she extended her hand. 

Emily watched the three women talk for a bit, a little awkwardly, and then suddenly Y/N looked at her. 

“Hi, Emily.” she said with a small smile. Her body moved a little, as if she wanted to hug her, but in the end she didn’t “It’s good to see you again. I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.”

“Yes, I agree. It’s good to see you.” Emily replied with a small nod. 

The ceremony was touching and difficult, like a funeral usually is. As everyone started to leave, Tara and Rossi also walked out. 

“Rossi, who is this Y/N exactly?” she asked curiously. 

“Y/N was a member of the team for three years, and before that she was a detective. She’s smart, good with words, and she always had good insights. Then she had an accident on one of the cases, and she left not long after that. She stayed in America for a while, then she moved to Austria.” Rossi told them as they walked out with the crowd. 

“Austria? That’s far away. It’s nice of her to fly here for the funeral.” Tara said, surprised and a little touched “Is it just me, or are she and Emily a little weird together? Emily’s been so awkward since she’s been here.” 

Rossi smiled. 

“No wonder you’re a good profiler. Well, you didn’t know this from me, because there’s really nothing concrete, but the fact is that Emily and Y/N had a strange relationship back then. They never acted suspiciously during the cases, but often if one of them wasn’t home on their day off, the other one wasn’t either, they came together and waited in the yard until the other one arrived up, so that it wouldn’t be seen that they came together. If sometimes we had to share rooms, they almost always immediately reported that they were sleeping together, and things like that.”

“They were together?” Tara’s eyes widened, her voice rose a little, and Rossi chided her. 

“Nobody knows for sure. There was never a kiss, a handhold, not even a suspicious touch. The fact is, they suddenly stopped going to work together, and didn’t want to sleep in the same room. Then there was that accident, and not long after that Y/N handed in her resignation.”

“I see. Well, it’s a strange case for sure. Emily never talked about it?”

“No. After Y/N left us, Emily didn’t bring up her name. I think Morgan asked her once what was going on between them, but Emily brushed it off with some obvious answer, and we didn’t push it any further.”

Tara and Rossi weren't the only ones talking. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was fate, but somehow Emily and Y/N ended up next to each other on the way to the parking lot. There was an awkward silence for a while, before Y/N spoke up. 

“I like your hair. It looks good. It's so…bossy, but in a good way.” she said with a small smile, and the mood lightened a bit. 

“Thank you.” Emily replied in a gentle voice “You're in great shape too. Is the Austrian air that good for you?”

“That, and all the hiking. There are so many beautiful places there, it's unbelievable. Also, I have a small garden, and there's always something to do. It's not big, but it's enough for me. The best thing about it is the fresh, home-grown strawberries.” Y/N said with a calm smile, then took out her phone to show a few pictures. 

“Wow, what places. Your house is really nice too. It looks really cozy.”  Emily sincerely wanted to see how Y/N was living. It had been so long since what had happened between them had happened, but it was still vivid in her memory. 

“You can visit me sometimes, boss.” she shoved her phone in her pocket cheekily. 

“Absolutely.” 

They had already made it out of the crowd and it was just the two of them. They were talking while leaning against Y/N’s rented car. 

“Don’t you miss the life you had here sometimes?” Emily asked, her gaze searching for the other woman’s. 

“Honestly? No.” Y/N sighed as she played with her keys “I miss you guys a lot. I think about you a lot, I look at our old pictures, but not knowing where I have to fly to tomorrow, constantly being afraid of when I’ll be shot or taken hostage, having my whole life uncertain, I definitely don't miss that.” she looked up with a sad look, her mouth still smiling faintly “My life may not be very exciting now, but I had to leave.”

“I know, and no one ever blamed you for that. You did what was best for you.” Emily snapped, her hand reaching out to grab Y/N, who didn’t pull away. 

“So, what about you? Don’t you sometimes feel like it’s all too much? That it would be good to change, or maybe retire?” Y/N asked. 

“Oh, I do a lot. Only then I realize that if I leave I would be alone. No work, no friends, and no one waiting at home. It’s better for me this way.” Emily explained, a deceptive smile on her face. 

“You don’t have a relationship?” Y/N looked surprised. 

“With a job like this? And anyway, I’m too picky.” she rolled her eyes cheekily “And you?” 

“No, nobody.”

Emily also looked surprised, but only for a moment. Then a smile of relief took over.

“Maybe you did the right thing by leaving,” Emily said. “You’ve made a nice little life.”

“Even if I don’t help people too much with this job?” Y/N asked, a hint of guilt in her voice. 

“Don’t say that. You definitely catch a lot of bad people at the police station there,” Emily encouraged. 

“I don’t work at the police station anymore. I became a private investigator a year ago. Most of my cases are about finding missing relatives and catching cheating spouses,” she said with a small smile. 

“Oh, that’s important too. Cheaters need to be caught.” Emily giggled. 

When there was silence again, Emily broke it.

“You said you think about us a lot. Do you think about me too?”  she asked hopefully “Because I think about you.” she added shyly. 

“Too many times.” she sighed cheerfully “I have a neighbor who makes wines. He has a very delicious, slightly sour wine. When we drank together last time I immediately thought how much you would like it.” 

“Sure.” Emily smiled. 

“I’m going now. I’m staying at the hotel next to my old apartment. I’ll stay for two more days, then I’ll fly home.” Y/N said, then got in the car “If you think, come visit me.”

Emily hadn't visited her in the past two days, but Y/N was the only thing on her mind. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair as she hunched over her papers in her office. Her feet were tapping madly, she had been tense to the point of snapping in the past two days, and the team noticed it too. 

“Can I come in?” Rossi knocked on the door, and without waiting for an answer, he was already inside. 

Emily dropped the pen in her hand, which clattered loudly on the table, then sighed. 

“Have a seat. How can I help you?”

“I'd rather ask that.” he said “What's wrong, Emily? We've barely been able to talk to you these past few days, you're completely tense.”

“Why should I deny it, Y/N's arrival upset me a little.” she tucked a strand behind her ear “I thought I was over it, but it seems I'm not.”

“I kind of thought that was the case. Why don’t you talk to her?” the man leaned forward. “Why don’t you try to fix the past?”

“Because her life is in another country, Rossi. She made it clear that she’s not coming back. She has a nice life there, and I might even envy her a little bit.” Emily bit her lip. “Maybe we shouldn’t bother the past.”

“Maybe.” the man shrugged. 

“You know, JJ reached out to me this morning.” she picked up the pen to turn it between her fingers. 

“And what did she say?”

“Look, Emily, I don’t want to talk into your business…” JJ began as they walked into the building together that morning. 

“Then don’t.” Emily snapped, which she immediately regretted. JJ had already enough on her plate. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

 “It’s okay, just please listen to me,” the blonde said, then stopped. Emily took another step, then she stopped too. 

“Sure.”

“Do what you want, just take some advice.” she looked at him with tired eyes “Life is very short, and we have so little time for each other. If there’s one thing you should never miss, it’s the time you can spend with the people who are important to you, wherever that may be.” she said in a choked voice, fiddling with her necklace. 

Emily’s heart almost broke for her. 

“Okay, I’ll definitely take it.”

“I don’t know what to do. It was so long ago. It would take so much effort, but would it be worth it?” Emily asked. 

“Only you can know that, Emily. How much is happiness worth to you?”

While Emily was reeling from her emotions, Y/N wasn't idle either. She visited old friends she hadn't seen in a while, and took care of a few things. She would be lying if she said she wasn't expecting Emily's visit, but she wouldn't admit how disappointed she was when Emily didn't show up on the day of her departure. She even asked at the hotel reception if someone had been looking for her when she wasn't there, but the answer was no. 

Y/N was loading her bags into the car in the hotel parking lot when she heard hurried footsteps behind her. The past doesn't pass without a trace, so she calmly, but immediately turned around, her hand already searching for an object that could be used as a weapon, but as soon as she saw who it was, she sighed. 

"Emily?" she asked with a small smile. Although it was at the last minute, she was glad that she had finally visited her. 

"Y/N, it's good that you're still here." she sighed in relief. 

“Unfortunately, you’re late. My plane leaves in three hours, I don’t have much time.” 

“You left something here.” she snapped. 

“Did I? What is it ?” Y/N looked around in confusion. Her luggage was in the car, her coat too. She looked at Emily, and then she noticed that she had a bag under her arm. 

“Me.”

Y/N suddenly laughed. Emily always had a good sense of humor, but when she continued to stare hopefully, Y/N paled. 

“Emily, what are you talking about?”

“When I saw you, I thought I had gone back in time, because I felt the same way I did then. I tell myself that it’s over, that it was a long time ago, but every year I write a letter for your birthday, which I then don’t send.”  she took a stack of envelopes out of her bag, then put them back in. “I know exactly when you left, and every year I take a good hard look at myself drunk, and wonder what my life would be like if we had made different decisions.”

“Emily…” Y/N’s voice caught in her throat, her heart pounding. 

“I love my team, my job, I love helping others, but I’ve been doing it for so long. I’m not getting any younger, and it’s time to put myself first.” she stepped closer. 

“So?” Y/N asked in disbelief, because she understood what the woman was referring to, but she didn’t want to believe it. 

“Y/N, I think it would be worth giving ourselves another chance.” she said with a small smile, her hands nervously gripping the strap of her bag. 

“But how? Would you come to Austria with me?”  Y/N couldn’t believe they were here, but Emily’s unwavering face told her she wasn’t kidding. “Emily, this isn’t how it works. You can’t just leave your life here like this.”

“My life is the team, but their life isn’t me. So much has happened lately, and it’s made me realize I need to act.” she trailed off, her eyes searching for the other woman. “I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I don’t have a chance.”

Y/N’s face softened, a hot feeling ran through her body. 

“But Emily, this isn’t how it works. We haven’t seen each other in so many years. What if we’re too different now?” she asked, starting to think she was crazy for even considering such an absurd idea. 

“That’s exactly why we have no time to waste. We’ve wasted too many years on pride and fear.” she said, then smiled “By the way, the plane is flying back, but I don’t think it will be necessary.”

Y/N shook her head, folding her hands. 

“Okay, theoretically, if you really came with me, what would you do there?” she asked with a small smile. 

“Well, you worked for the local police, too. I guess there would be a place for me there. Or maybe I could partner with you. I’ll be the undercover agent for your investigations.” she mused with a half smile on her face “I’m a trained spy after all.”

“And that would be enough for you? To find car thieves and grocery store robbers?”

“I don’t care, I just want to be with you.”

“And how would you manage there? It’s a completely different culture.”

“Ich denke, es wird mir gut gehen.” she said cheekily, to which Y/N ​​rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Emily, why is this worth it to you? Leaving your good life here, moving to the other side of the world for what? To play house with me? Am I worth this much?” she asked uncertainly. 

“More than that. This is what I want, to drink wine with you, to garden together, to hike in the mountains, to wake up and go to bed next to you.” Emily’s eyes showed genuine longing. 

Y/N wanted to make more excuses, but she couldn’t, and deep down she didn’t want to. The idea of ​​sharing the life she had built with Emily was more than a dream. 

“You don’t have a plane ticket,” she finally whispered. 

Emily laughed, then stepped closer. They were now within arm’s reach of each other. Y/N lowered her arms and held them out, which Emily accepted. They stood hand in hand, but only for a few moments. 

“I can’t go with you right now…”

“Then what’s this bag?”

“It’s symbolic. It’s my travel stuff, it’s always in the car. So I’m saying…”

“With the letters in it?”

“No, I’ve only been carrying them with me for the last few days. I’ve reread them all.”

“Can I read them too?”

“No, but can I finally tell you what I want?”

“Why not? If you wrote them to me, why can't I...”

“Y/N!”

“Okay, sorry.” she chuckled. “Talk.”

“So, I can’t go with you right now, but in a week I’ll be standing at your door with my stuff, all the paperwork in progress, and ready to start the rest of our lives together.”  Emily let out a sigh. “What do you say? Are you willing to accept a fifty-something, sometimes grumpy, but in great shape, and incredibly funny ex into your life?”

Y/N had always liked to wonder what her life would have been like if she had done things differently in the past. What if she hadn’t studied to be a cop? What if she hadn’t applied for the job on the team? What if she hadn’t left the states? For years, she had wasted too much time dwelling on the past, but lately that had changed.

“This is yours.” she placed a glass of red wine on the table right in front of Emily. “We deserve it after today’s drive.” she smiled, then sat down in the other chair, her own glass in hand.

Emily glanced at her, then took the glass.

“Yeah, we do. Let’s just say when you said you had some strawberries, I didn’t think you meant that much.”  she chuckled as she used her free hand to remove the clip from her hair that held it together.

"Well, if I had told you how much work there was, you might not have come with me." 

"No way." she reached across the table and took her hand. "It was the best decision I’ve ever made."

Their hands clasped on the table, one holding the glass to their lips as they looked out over the small estate. The only sounds in the background were the chirping of birds, and the mountains around them, the sun just barely visible behind it, flooding the view with a beautiful golden glow.