#writings by oak

[rainbow-universe]

Gothamites Are Just Built Different

You know Gotham is a weird place, but sometimes your weirdness isn't just because you're from Gotham, but because your family moonlights as Bat and Bird themed vigilantes and runs over the Gotham rooftops at night. Not that you're going to tell your team that. Criminal Minds x DC Crossover Week Day 4 - Thursday, February 6th Throwback Thursday* || Time/Dimension Travel || Double Cross(over)** || "The only difference between insanity and genius is success.” *Choose a prompt from a previous year that you wish made the cut! **This can be taken as a literal Double Cross = Betrayal prompt, or as an excuse to throw in a third universe! my Throwback Thursday prompt is: Gothamite!BAU Agent part of @criminalmindsxdc 's CM x DC crossover week!!

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“What if … could we not go in the second floor?” Your statement was met with weird looks.

“The second floor? How are we gonna get up there? Climb?” Emily scoffed.

“… Yes?”

You and your BAU teammates were currently huddled behind your SUVs in the near dark, watching a two storey house on the outskirts of the city's residential district, where you had tracked down your unsubs. Currently, you were debating the best mode of entry and, clearly, you were accustomed to Gotham procedure more than the BAU's typical course of action.

“You’re going to climb up to the second storey to get in?”

“Is that … that’s not … something you do, right?” You ... might have still been getting used to the way the BAU did things, being their newest agent of only a couple months now. Things were … different than in Gotham, that was for sure. Which you knew, of course, but sometimes you felt Gotham had better, more efficient, way of doing things, being so wild and weird. It really trained you to think in all sorts of directions. You were still learning to reconcile you BAU training with ... Gotham training.

“No, definitely not normal here, but I’m not against it,” Derek said.

“How would you get up there?” Hotch asked, and you appreciated how serious he was.

“Um, you, you climb the sides, the walls. Go through the, uh, windows.” You glanced at everyone’s faces, skepticism but pensiveness and consideration showing.

“How normal is that for you?” JJ asked.

“Uhhh…” Considering your friends and family ran over rooftops during the night and you’d learned most of your skills from them... “Yes?”

“You can get up to the second floor easily? Quietly?” Hotch asked.

You nodded. “Yes. I mean, depends on whether my shoes are on or not (it’s easier without obviously) but yes, I can, and I’m fully aware of my skills, of what I can and cannot do in this. Climbing that house is something I can.” Your eyes flicked between your coworkers, trying to judge their reactions, most of all Hotch’s.

“And you can get in easily without being detected to scout it out silently?” Hotch’s steady gaze on you.

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Ok.”

Was that a … “Permission to scout out the house to determine inhabitants and best place to enter, sir?”

Emily and JJ’s lips twitched at your question, but Hotch just nodded.

They didn’t mention anything about shoes, though, you thought, because toes gave you extra grip but then you were liable to any ground protrusions and more vulnerable to foot injuries. You kept them on.

You left your team and let the shadows envelop you. You could almost imagine they were Gotham shadows curling around you as you crept along to the side of the house and around back, taking note of the pros and cons of each possible entrance (and exit).

It was seemingly completely dark in the house, but your team suspected a team of unsubs holding three little kids hostage. That’s what you needed to assess by getting in there. You had reasonable suspicion the kidnapped children were being held inside, but you didn’t want to go in too loudly and risk them getting hurt.

Having decided upon the best entrance, you reached up and started climbing up to the second storey steadily. Using the ridges, windows, gutters and drainage pipes to help you up. Once up, the trick was getting inside, and you hoped your initial bet that this window didn’t latch properly was right. Balancing precariously, you used one hand to pull at the window, then retracted it to grab the hidden knife at your waist and slipped it between the frame and the sill. It took a few agonizingly long minutes (mostly because you were impatient to search inside), but you managed to get it open almost silently.

You leaned down to look inside. No one in sight. You slipped through the window with less grace than you’d hoped for but still quietly enough. Time to find those kids.

“How long has it been?” Emily whispered.

“11 minutes and 48 seconds,” came Spencer’s hushed reply.

“How long do you think it’ll take them?” Derek asked, getting antsy.

“Morgan-“

“As long as it takes me to get in, take a look around, get out and sneak up on you.” You smiled to yourself when everyone but Hotch flinched at you popping up behind them.

“So, who’s inside?” JJ asked.

“Three kids, all seemed distressed, likely all kidnapped, all in separate rooms on the upper level, 2 adults, partners, I’m thinking there’s a power imbalance, things are getting tense and one young adult, possibly related, possibly some sort of Stokholm syndrome thing going on there, I dunno, seems to follow the two adults, but it’s tense.

“One unsub has a handgun in his pants and a knife on his ankle, the other has two guns, holding one, the other in his belt, also has a knife on his belt. The younger one has a knife, on his belt but uses it as a fidget.

“Two of the kids I think could be snuck out quietly, the third I’m worried is too … tense, uncomfortable, would probably scream at anyone right now.”

Your analysis was met with nods.

“And recommended method of entrance?” Hotch asked.

You blinked, shocked he’d even ask you, even though you had just been in the house to observe the occupants. “As much as I’d like to try and get the kids out quietly first, there’s too much risk that one of the unsubs walks in while we’re getting them out or before we get them all out, so I think you should take one group through the front door, one through the back maybe to cover the exits, quietly, and take down the unsubs as quick and quietly as possible, without alerting the others.

“I can still get the kids out through the second floor, but it’d take me two trips at least,” you proposed, “and only if they come willingly, it’s way too dangerous to try and wrangle a child and get them out a window with another child in tow.”

Hotch nodded, thinking hard. “Ok. JJ will go with you to take care of the kids you bring down. Morgan, Prentiss, you’ll take the back door, Reid, Dave, you’re with me, we’ll go through the front.”

“You’re ok to unlock the doors quietly?” you asked, skeptical of their abilities to move in quietly sometimes. (You knew they could break down doors and charm their way into places, but lock-picking? You hadn't experienced that with them yet.)

“Yes,” Spencer answered.

Emily raised her hand. “Rebellious teenage years.”

“Good.” At least they’d be good to get inside. “The unsubs were spending most of their time upstairs, in the room to the right of the stairs, the room after that has the very tense kid, across the hall another kid and end of the hall left side, the third kid. Sometimes they wander, sometimes they check on the kids, sometimes they go downstairs, so, just be aware,” you added, worried for your team.

“Of course, hot shot.” Derek patted you on the shoulder.

“We go in in two minutes. Head out,” Hotch said.

JJ touched your wrist, and you led her down one side of the house, through the shadows, Emily and Derek taking the other.

You stopped behind a small shed beside the house and looked at JJ. She nodded, understanding your silent words of stay here, I’ll bring the kids to you here.

You slipped away and across the small pathway to the house, quickly assessing the different ways up before starting to climb. This time you went for a different window and opened it similarly to the previous one. You held up a finger to your mouth when the child inside saw you and their eyes widened. When you slipped inside you whispered, “I’m here to get you out, ok? I’m with the FBI; your parents sent us. Can you keep quiet while we get you out?”

They nodded.

“Ok, c’mere, you’re gonna have to be brave now, hold on tightly to me and close your eyes, I’m gonna get you out,” you whispered as you guided them to hold onto your neck and wrap their legs around you.

There was a thud downstairs and a few moments later a call of, “Jonah?”

You cursed internally and changed your plan, instead of climbing down, you climbed across to the next window and finagled it open carefully, very conscient of the child holding tightly to your chest.

You climbed in and again motioned for the child to be silent. “I’m with the FBI, I’m here to get you out, can you keep quiet for me? Ok, let’s get you up here.” You guided them to climb on your back piggyback style.

“Hold on tightly, both of you, and keep your eyes closed, ok? Stay strong, ok? Don’t let go but try not to choke me,” you said in what you hope was a calming tone as louder sounds drifted up from the downstairs.

They both whispered their “ok”’s into your skin and you slowly but surely climbed down where JJ was waiting for you, lifting the kids off you one by one and introducing herself quietly. She led them back to the shed, talking calmly and you head back up to the hallway window, the first one you entered.

You stepped through just as one of the adult unsubs charged up the stairs. He spotted you immediately at the end of the hall and raised his gun. “Hey!”

You flung yourself back out the window as bullets hit the wall.

“Put the gun down!” You heard Derek’s voice call, pouring relief down your spine as you cling to the wall precariously. You snuck a glance back inside to see the unsub’s back to you, his attention on Derek who’s in the stairwell. You ignored what they’re saying as an idea came to you and more shots rang out.

“You put your gun down or I’ll kill her!” the unsub yelled, using his leverage.

Hotch, Prentiss and Reid were behind Derek, Dave with the teenager in the SUV and you and JJ getting the kids out. At least he hoped so.

“I can’t get a good shot,” Derek muttered, “and he’s right, we can’t put the kids at risk until we know they’re out.”

“If he doesn’t have extra magazines, he should only have two bullets left,” Reid whispered. Of course he was counting shots.

“That’s great, Reid, but I need to have him waste those shots and not use them on the kids.”

“Hey!” the unsubs voice was muffled. “What the hell did you do with my kid? Where’d you take her?” He sounded furious.

Derek risked a glance around the corner, but the unsub was gone. There, an open door. Derek motioned for his team, and they followed carefully, guns raised. They surrounded the doorway.

“Hands up!” Derek called.

The unsub spun around. His eyes darted wildly, searching for a way out.

“Just put the gun down and your hands behind your head, man, no need for this to turn dirty,” he called again, knowing that his team was all holding their breath, waiting to see if they’d have to shoot.

Then Derek saw you (re?)appeared in the window frame and crept in silently and fluidly behind the unsub.

“Just put the gun down and you can walk outta here, just drop it,” he repeated.

They all saw the moment when the unsub’s eyes harden, and they knew he’d decided to go down shooting. It’s the same moment you moved, struck like a viper more like, grabbing his wrist and twisting with one hand, wrapping your other around his neck. You disarmed him in one swift moment and immobilized him in the next with some sort of snake grip, pulling him down to the floor with you. Before the unsub even knew what was coming, before he even knew you were there.

He struggled in your grip, but you held him securely. You looked up at the team. “Cuffs?”

“Damn, hot shot, you really like crawling up buildings, don’t you? Might have to start calling you ‘Spidey’ or something,” Derek chuckled as he walked over to help you out and cuff the unsub.

Emily helped him lift the struggling unsub so you could stand up, ignoring the insults and swears spewing from the unsubs mouth. Sometimes Derek wished they could be muzzled, so no one would have to hear the hate they spouted.

“The kids?” Hotch asked you quietly, as Derek and Emily led the unsub from the room.

“All alive and safe with JJ,” Derek heard before he was out of earshot, and he felt incredibly proud of you for getting those kids out safely.

“I am going to rejoin JJ and the kids,” you said as you headed back to the window.

“The house is clear now,” Spencer pointed out.

“Ah, but there is a delay on the stairs, this is faster,” you said, winking at him before you swung yourself out of the window once again.

You rejoined JJ and the kids at the vehicles with Rossi, just before Derek and Emily made it down with the perpetually struggling unsub. Hotch and Reid followed behind and join you by the SUVs.

“Reid, head to the precinct with Morgan and Prentiss, Rossi and I will wait here for crime scene. Book the unsubs and get the children to their parents,” Hotch ordered.

You helped JJ get the kids into one of the SUVs and drive them to the station.

There were many happy and relieved tears shed when the kids were reunited with their families. And once you got everything in order, you left the rest of the case in the hands of the local PD, ready to get on the jet and head home.

“So, where’d you learn to climb buildings?” Emily asked.

“And how to break in through windows,” JJ added.

You popped open an eye from where you’d been trying to get some rest. “Where’d you learn to pick locks?”

“Ooooooh! Touché,” Derek laughed.

You shifted, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Technically,” you started, “there was no breaking, only entering.”

“What, does the Gotham FBI office often require second storey entries?” Derek joked.

“There are plenty of apartments and high rises, and yes, surprisingly or not, I have used it at work before at my old posting in Gotham, but uh, it’s more of a … make sure you can get back into your apartment if you get locked out thing? Among other things, of course.”

“Among other things,” Emily laughed.

“That does not sound as reassuring as you think it does,” JJ joked.

“Do you get locked out of your apartment that often?” Rossi joked.

“Gothamites are built different, I swear.” Derek shook his head, disbelieving.

“You got that right.” You grinned.

“So, what kind of other things,” Spencer asked.

“Oh, ya know-“ you shrugged “-family bonding.”

“What?”

“Family bonding?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What kind of family do you have?”

You just laughed.

end scene: “They let you climb through the window?” “You wouldn’t believe how good of an excuse and explanation ‘I’m from Gotham' is.” “Oh, I believe it, but how do they?” “Dick, you really want me to tell them most of my weird knowledge is from my weird family that cosplays as furries at night to fight crime and has no respect for privacy or boundaries?” “Hmmm, maybe not. They might not let you back inside.” “Yah, that’s what I thought. Besides it’s not like I didn’t ever climb up a building for my actual work. I just may have implied it was more often than in reality.” “Sneaky bat, you.” You snorted.

~~~ thank you for reading!! feel free to rb and leave nice comments <3

[oakgreenoak]

Something I've always found kinda interesting about Red and Green in gameverse is how they turn some of the Stock Shōnen Protagonist/Rival tropes on their heads.

This is really long character analysis of these two and various media counterparts of theirs, so I'm gonna stick it under a cut.

In some ways they fit their roles quite well - aside from the obvious colour associations, you have Red as the hero whose sense of justice is stronger than his sense of self-preservation, and you have Green as the privileged rival who cares about beating Red above all else.

But, if you look at it another way - Green's got the light spiky hair, the hot-headed and boisterous personality, the drive to Get Better And Win. He's designed to read as really open and chipper, yet snarky. Sure, he isn't dumb, but he's arrogant, and he's got something of a one-track mind; the guy finds himself in the middle of a hostage situation because he's just that hellbent on fighting his rival, and does not seem to be thinking about anything else. He's also got a motivation - given how the Professor talks to him in the championship room and supplementary material like his Generations appearance, it's not a stretch to think the reason he's so driven to Get Better And Win is to prove himself to his grandfather. It's shown in later games and supplementary works that he's become somewhat of a mentor as he got older and wiser.

Red, on the other hand, is a quiet loner whose only motivation seems to be to get stronger for the sake of getting stronger. He's level-headed and dark haired, his cap rounding off his edges and obscuring his face. He's heroic, but not really sociable, as evidenced by the fact he spends the Johto games alone on a mountain without having told anyone where he went. He seems isolated in a way that later games' protagonists really don't. He may have always been a step behind Green, but he's always better.

Equally fascinating to me is how other adaptations have changed the base designs around and rewritten personalities to suit different purposes, while still being visually recognisable as counterparts to their game-selves.

For example: Red and Green's counterparts in Special slot WAY more neatly into their stock shōnen roles, with Red as the boisterous hero and Green as the broody rival, and it's reflected in their new designs.

Red's hair becomes spiky to reflect his more excitable nature. His hat, in turn, never obscures his face; it's always either tilted back to accommodate his fringe or turned backwards. Green's hair, on the other hand, is not quite as spiked upwards and instead falls into his face, frequently obscuring his far eye in the same way game!Red's hat does.

And then, of course, the anime balanced them in a totally different direction.

Instead of scrapping Green's personality wholecloth, it's become exaggerated in Gary. He's not the broody antihero rival, he's the arrogant, privileged, better-than-you rival. He's always ten steps ahead of Ash, always pisses him off, and is ALWAYS better until the end of his run. The anime also emphasises his intelligence far more, with him doing things like rattling off dex info and the speed of light in mph off the top of his head, to further contrast him with Ash.

Ash, who is of course THE shōnen protagonist. He's dumb, but determined, and always ready to help people in need. Unlike game!Red, the power of friendship (with more than just pokémon) is central to him; any given season of the show is defined as much if not moreso by his travelling companions and interpersonal relationships as it is by whatever he's actually doing.

It's funny to me, though, how most adaptations seem to find the fact that gameverse Red and Green have swapped some stock roles as something to fix. Even Origins, which is probably the closest a high-profile adaption has come to game-accurate, made its version of Red louder and more standard-hero-esque.

I'm not knocking any of these things, of course, just observing. I adore both Special and anipoke. I just think that the way the game characters are written could lead to some interesting dynamics were it to be explored more.

[rinneverse]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 + 𝒅𝒓. 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐. ˒ ⊹

cw fem reader / threesome / aventurine x f!reader x ratio / i wrote this directly into tumblr drafts; it is not proofread. proceed w caution EL O EL / usage of petnames (darling, sweetheart) / mentions of mindbreak / degradation and dirty talk / dacryphilia / light choking / teasing / oral (m!receiving) / spit-roast

love, oak! just a lil drabble. aven and veritas have me in a chokehold i fear.

i constantly think about how being in a relationship w both veritas ratio and aventurine would be...

i think, purposefully or not, things turn a little bit competitive with the two of them. who can take you out on the better date, who buys you the best gifts—and most importantly: who satisfies you the most.

and it’s not that they necessarily hate eachother so much they want to one-up the other (on the contrary; they like having you in common. being at your beck and call is what they live for, to your eternal surprise), they just find it fun. and it's the kind of fun they indulge in every night, making a symphony out of your sweet moans and pleasure-soaked whimpers.

this just happened to be one of those nights.

"look 't her. so depraved. our good girl, eh, ratio?"

"shut it, aventurine. i don't want to hear you talking when there's something much prettier to listen to right here."

seated on veritas's lap, he grasps your hips in his large hands as he guides you onto his thick length. a long moan falls from your lips as you feel the tip breach your dripping cunt, followed by a pleasant ache and stretch as he pulls your hips flush to his.

a warm breath ghosts the shell of your ear. aventurine crowds you from behind, the blazing heat of his chest pressing against your back. his hands ghost up your sides, leaving gooseflesh in their wake as they make their way up your body. he cups your tits, massaging the supple flesh and rolling your nipples, adding to the orchestra of stimulation the two men were making you feel.

"i suppose i can agree with you on that. she sounds just so delightful, doesn't she? makes me wanna break her—" a breathy whimper leaves you as aventurine licks up the skin of your neck, leaving a blazing trail of wetness as he kisses the shell of your ear. he continues in a soft whisper, "—yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

ratio holds your hips tightly, denying you the pleasure of grinding down against him. his smile is serpentine as he looks up at you. "go on—answer him, darling. would you like us to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name?"

ratio's golden eyes narrow, watching your every move. the way you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip taken between your teeth as you stifle a sob. he can't help himself—his hips buck slightly, drawing another breathy moan from your throat.

"she just clenched so nicely around me. i think she would like that. what do you think, aventurine?" ratio's voice drips with sultry honey as he speaks. his hands cup the globes of your ass, slowly coaxing you to move along his length. the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is maddening, and you pulse around him in response as he forces you back down. his tip hits that spongy little spot inside you, bringing tears to line your pretty eyes, making your mascara run as droplets drip down your face.

aventurine pauses mouthing along your neck to smile. there's nothing pleasant in that grin though—only the feral need to please you, to take you in the palm of his hand and mold you to his liking. right now, he'd like nothing more than for you to be his pretty little cockslut, taking him and ratio until they had nothing left to give you.

"i think so too," aventurine responds. his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to meet his gaze. there's so much love and adoration for you in those beautiful cerulean and lavender eyes, mixed with a cruel hunger that glimmers as he leans in, tongue peeking out to lick away the salty tears that run down your cheeks. "god, sweetheart. you look so pretty like this. is ratio's cock satisfying enough for you? is he making you feel good?"

you nod fervently, mouth falling open in a moan as aventurine's hand snakes down to play with your clit while ratio works you up and down his cock. they work in perfect tandem; of course, they've done this a million times before. ratio and aventurine have perfected the art of pleasing you.

"use your words, darling. am i making you feel good?" ratio hisses between gritted teeth. he's obviously feeling good too, if the way his cock twitches inside you is any indication. aventurine lets your face go in favor of letting it drift down, holding your neck gently. a promise, you think. it sends a thrilling feeling down your spine, your nerves alight with electricity as you try to roll your hips down against ratio. the hand around your neck tightens a fraction, the hand on your clit pausing, drifting away and caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs as aventurine waits for your response.

"yes, yes!" you cry out, desperate for any sort of friction. your hips buck fruitlessly. "feels s'good, veri!"

you're rewarded with aventurine's fingers deftly working at your clit again as ratio bucks his hips, fucking up into you. his pace isn't fast, but he hits you so deeply it sends your entire being into a frenzy. you can feel your stomach tighten, a telltale sign of what's to come.

"atta girl. you're taking him like a champ, aren't ya? don't forget about me, though. you can take more, surely?" aventurine drawls.

aventurine nods to ratio and suddenly you're being manhandled, forced onto your knees. you can feel ratio behind you while aventurine greets your face with a sanguine smile. you bite down the whimper that fights to escape you at the lack of stimulation—you were so close. with the way aventurine's smile is slowly poisoned with a smug satisfaction, he knows it too.

"hi, sweetheart." aventurine says as he unbuckles his belt with a clink. he pushes the fabric of his pants and boxers down, his cock obscenely slapping against his abdomen as its freed. he's already leaking pre; despite his put-together demeanor, you know he's desperate for you. you smile at him as he languidly pumps his cock.

you watch as aventurine seems to have a silent conversation with ratio. it lasts only a heartbeat—he looks back down at you as he brings his tip to your lips. your tongue darts out, running along the head, down the length of him, drawing a pretty moan from aventurine that makes your stomach do flips. as your lips close around him, you feel ratio push into you again, a lewd squelch sounding as he sinks into you.

they work you in tandem, aventurine holding your face as he guides your mouth on his cock, ratio fucking into you from behind. you're already close again. you can feel it.

"she loves this," ratio notes, a hint of smugness in his voice. "she's absolutely drooling around me. feel good, darling?"

of course, you can't respond. aventurine fucks your mouth gently, his eyebrows furrowed as he groans. you can see every twitch of his abs, the roll of his muscles as he fights down the pleasure your lips bring him.

"oh yeah. she’s definitely enjoying herself. don’t tire yourself out too fast though, i can go all night." aventurine smirks.

it feels like ratio’s thrusts grow a bit more punishing. his large hands grip the fat of your ass tightly as he says, "worry about yourself. i lasted longer than you last time, remember? not to worry though. i won’t stop until our darling is completely satisfied. isn’t that right?"

aventurine’s hips stutter slightly as you moan around his cock. "let’s see who makes her cum the most then, shall we?"

"fine then. we shall."

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

[macksartblock]

So I actually forgot to draw anything yesterday for my birthday bc I rewatched Catching Fire so uhhh

Unfinished small dads and fathers I wish to shove off a building

[babacontainsmultitudes]

What was that.

[acornsandoaktrees]

But Thranduil could not bear to watch his wife's soul depart Middle Earth; his gaze remained ever on her face. When at last her light faded entirely into greyness, he hid the view from his eyes, pale hands shuddering upon wet cheeks.

[soulsilvers]

red thinks about the once lost teenager he was before his wedding...

[slyzia]

A Stop For A Drink

Second art to this series! (Yes I’m making it a series I wanna draw more of them)

After drawing this part, I really wanted to write a fanfiction based off of this, I’m not a writer if at all but I’m so curious! Anyways they take a stop to get a drink and Gary just wants this to be done with already. (Probably because they’re still on their way to the location idk where I haven’t decided yet + they’re taking forever) It was a hot day too so he let it slide.

Days have been becoming colder for us southern hemisphere people so make sure you take care of yourself and warm up! As for the northern ones stay hydrated and enjoy your summer breaks! I forgot to say last post but happy pride month and I’ll catch you guys next time, smell ya later!

[oakfiddle]

Not gonna lie, I love writing silly dialog between Arthur and Merlin. Nothing dramatic is happening, it's just them talking like they always do.

[castle-of-ruin]

Reacher Comes to Visit 2

A/N: Alrighty folks. Here it is. Part 2. A smutty one. I'm so beyond nervous. This is my first ever smut piece. I hope that all of you enjoy this.

Pairing: Jack Reacher x f!reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (let's be realistic here it's fiction. I didn't do the right thing. Wrap it up!), lotsss of consent, oral (f!receiving).

Please please let me know if I missed any warnings!

I do not condone the copying of my work. Do NOT repost my work.

Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcome. Again, I hope you enjoy.

Some visual inspiration for those who care.

The next morning, you awoke to an empty bed and empty house. You would expect nothing less. They had a job to finish, and you knew they were not sticking around long. Getting out of bed, you pull on some clothes and make your way to the kitchen. Much to your surprise, the place is spotless. A smile pulls at your lips. They might be a rough and tough bunch, but at their roots, they were good people. You laugh to yourself quietly as you imagine the four of them scrambling around your house and cleaning. Surely, Neagley was the one who orchestrated the whole thing. It was a heartwarming gesture, considering you may never see them again.

After fixing yourself a quick breakfast, you take the seat at the table and eat your food in peace. Reacher flashes in your mind more than once as you finish up your breakfast and put your plate in the sink. You didn’t know if you would ever see Reacher again, but every part of you wanted to. Something told you that he would be back, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Especially when you didn’t know if he was going to make it out of whatever mess he was in, alive. You shake your head, letting out a scoff. Knowing Reacher, he would be just fine. He was a great fighter and unbelievably strong. That much you had witnessed when he saved you.

The rest of the day went by rather quickly, and once again, you found yourself getting ready for bed. It was well after nine o’clock when you heard that familiar knock on your front door once more. A gasp escapes your lips as you pull open the door and reveal Reacher on the other side. He gives you a small smile and shrugs his shoulders.

“I know, I look like shit.” He states with a smirk.

You took in the blood along the collar of his shirt and the even bigger bruise under his left eye.

“You’re right. You do. Come on.” You yank him in by the sleeve of his jacket. He comes in without any restraint, allowing you to guide him to the bathroom.

“Take that off,” you instruct.

The jacket slides off his shoulders as he shrugs out of it. You could have sworn you heard him wince but didn’t bring it up. Your eyes widen at the gash on his side, peeking through the holes on his shirt and the small cut on his neck. Whatever happened, he got beat to hell and back.

“Shit, I’m surprised you’re still standing, big guy.” You dab at the cut above his eye.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you close to him.

“I can’t help you if you’re holding onto me, Reach.” You tell him as you stand between his legs.

Reacher pushes you back slightly and looks up at you. He didn’t need to speak to tell you he didn’t care about his wounds. That wasn’t why he was there. No, it was his want to hold you true to that promise you made him last night. Your hands rest easy on his shoulders as the two of you stare each other down in your small bathroom. Slowly, you allow yourself to place your hands on his cheeks, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment. He needs this just as badly as you do.

“Can I?” You ask, eyes drifting to his lips for a moment.

“Yes,”

Leaning in, you kiss him, this time with more fervor than before. His grip on your hips tightens, as if that's possible, and he stands towering above you. You can feel the countertop pressing into your lower back as he leans into you. Slowly, but surely, he backs you into your bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a moment.

Finding the hem of his shirt with shaky fingers, you tug at it softly, signaling to him what you want, asking for permission. Before you can verbally ask him, his shirt is flying into the other corner of the room. You laugh quietly and squeal when his hands find your ass and he lifts you in the air. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you kiss him again. Getting lost in the way his stubble scratches against your cheeks or the way his skin was so warm, you could feel the warmth through your blue jeans.

Reacher places you on the bed hovering above you briefly before attacking your lips once more.

“Let’s take this off, yeah?” He asks, fingers easing beneath your shirt.

You nod, giving him the okay. He pulls the shirt over your head and throws it across the room, and it lands with a loud thud. Reacher removes himself from you long enough to unbutton his pants and pull them off before he’s right back between your legs. You bite your lip as his black boxers hide no part of him.

The button on your pants pops open easily in your fingers, and you shimmy out of them. Reacher helps you get them off your ankles and drops them. Warm fingertips trace up your thighs, over your hips, and along your sides before Reacher hooks around behind you and undoes your bra. You shiver, as cool air wraps around your newly exposed skin. The chill is soon replaced by Reacher’s warm mouth as he uses his tongue to play with your nipples. Soft pants fall from your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck once more.

“Fuck,” You moan out.

Reacher hums against your skin.

“This is not the time for you to tease me, Reacher.” You practically growl.

You feel him chuckle against you. Instead of listening to you, Reacher moves down your body, littering your skin in kisses. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, and he looks up to you for a brief moment, asking quiet permission to take them off. You nod, and that's all he needs to practically rip them off you. Before you can adjust to the cool air his tongue finds your clit and you buck against him. Instinctively grinding your hips in unison with his tongue. Your moans grew louder as he worked at you longer, his large fingers toying inside of you. As you grow closer to release the warmth is ripped away when Reacher stands up once more. You almost protest, but stop when he rids himself of his boxers finally and comes back to you.

You watch as he runs his hand the length of his abdomen before settling on his cock. He strokes his cock in his fist a few times before running the head of his cock through your slick folds. A moan falls past your lips as he thrusts into you. Slow at first as he allows you to adjust to him, and he finds his rhythm. His hands hold your hips down as he thrusts into you, his pace picking up. Reacher drops his head into the crook of your neck and moans quietly. He bites down softly on the sensitive skin of your neck and you gasp.

Once again you wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks into you. He kisses you roughly as his thrusts meet yours. Moans fill the room as you feel yourself inching closer to your impending orgasm. A gasp falls past your lips when he lifts your leg, changing the angle in which he thrusts into you.

“Fuck,” You groan as he slows his pace with the new position.

Every delicious drag of his cock had shudders rippling through you. Cursing again, you pant out his name and close your eyes, the euphoria building in the pit of your stomach almost too much to bear.

“Look at me,” He instructs, gripping your chin softly.

Opening your eyes, you look at him, taking in the way his breathing labored, the way his pupils were blown out of proportion, and his green eyes were much darker than normal. He kisses you again, this time softer than before, but still just as bruising. Heat pooled in the pit of your abdomen as Reacher’s pace increased again. You were aware of each slow drag of his hips and counter thrust as he held you close as he neared his own release.

The coil in your stomach snaps, and you come, clenching around him as your orgasm wracks through your body. Not far behind you, Reacher finds his own release and collapses beside you. Spent you curl yourself up beside him and snuggle into his side, wanting to stay this way for as long as you could.

After laying there quietly with one another for some time, you prop yourself up on your elbow and take him in once more. His breaths were even once more, and his eyes drooped with exhaustion. Surely, he was exhausted after the day he had.

He surprises you by turning to face you. “I won’t wait two years to come back next time.” He murmurs, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“I’d like that.” You tell him, placing your hand on his shoulder and leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulls you close and holds you tightly, and as you drift off the sleep, he presses a kiss to the side of your head. Today was the day things would change, and for the better.

No pressure tagging some of the mutuals: @xxidontwikeitxx @cryingwriter @supernaturaldawning @gemstone-roses @a-reader-and-a-writer @quaritchscupquake

[borgialucrezia]

"We had each other. Now, you have Victoria and she will never leave you. Do you know how much I envy you? And how I will miss you?” 

[rainbow-universe]

dragging 'round a body (dead weight)

Attempted bottom surgery turns into secret relationship reveal? Click below for more!! Criminal Minds x DC Crossover Week Day 6 - Saturday, February 8th & Day 5- Friday, February 7th Day 5: Soulmate AU || Secret Relationship*** || Identity Porn/Reveal || “It’s actually safer to kiss.” Day 6: Lazarus Pits || BAU vs. the League of Assassins || Unexpected Allies || “Give a man a mask and he will show his true face." ***This can be romantic, platonic, or familial! The world is your oyster, be free! part of @criminalmindsxdc 's CM x DC crossover week!!

so this was inspired by one of Taxi's AITAH fics about the Lazarus Pit giving trans!Jason a dick and trans!Tim wanting one too, and an orphan_account's fic about Tim and Jason faking a relationship as their alibi for killing the joker (they did kill the joker but that's not the point) (both linked on the ao3 fic)

i had so much fun writing this one and it was also very cathartic at times. definitely self projected a bit at tim and reader in the middle there

Possible TWs: body/gender dysphoria, Pit rage?, explicit language, death, resurrection, batcest, etc

I know this isn’t for everyone so don’t like, don’t read, take care of yourselves

title from KMS by Sub Urban

cross-posted on ao3

wc: 3k+

flash warning for the gif below the cut

“What did you do over the weekend?” you heard JJ ask Spencer and Derek as you walked into the bullpen Monday morning.

“I read up on Allium haematochiton, also known as the redskin onion, native to certain places of California, and went to a Mitochondrial Psychobiology seminar on human energy and healing. It was really quite fascinating,” Spencer said, spinning in his chair.

“Of course you did, boy genius,” Derek teased playfully.

You reached your desk and put your bag down, still listening to your coworkers’ conversation.

“Oh, and what did you do, Morgan?” Spencer tossed back.

“I worked on one of my places, I’m almost done, just a few more things to finish up.”

“Good for you,” JJ smiled.

“JJ?”

“Henry had a playdate Friday night, so Will and I had some quiet time.”

“OoOoh!” Derek wiggled his eyebrows.

JJ laughed at his teasing. “And yesterday we went to the zoo.”

Emily walked up to their group. “Sounds fun.”

“And what did you do, Prentiss?” Derek asked.

Emily stuck her tongue out at him. “Chilled with Sergio and got caught up on the Real Housewives.”

“Ooh! What franchise?” JJ asked.

“Beverly Hills. Their drama is so insanely cathartic to me,” Emily laughed.

Derek called your name, and you looked up. “What’d you get up to, hot shot?”

“Umm…” You stared into space and thought about how to describe your weekend.

-----

It started with a text on Friday night, one of the days you were lucky enough to get off at a reasonable hour. You had been excited to have the weekend off too, ready to relax and catch up on things you neglected during the week thanks to your crazy work hours.

You’d just gotten into your apartment building when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out. It was Jason.

got an egg + mountain dew problem. come help me wrangle him.

Oh dear.

You turned around and headed right back out to the nearest Zeta tube.

Were you supposed to use them? Not really, but the Batkids had given you access so you took that as permission. Besides, this constituted an emergency.

You followed the coordinates Jason sent and stepped out into a Gotham alley.

“Thank fuck you’re here. C’mon, he’s gone rabid.”

Jason pulled you with him to his bike and tossed you an extra helmet.

You put it on and got behind him without question, but as soon as he pulled away from the curb you opened your mouth. “So, what’s the situation exactly? You were a little vague in your text.”

“Timmers found out that my dip in the radioactive Mountain Dew gave me a dick and decided he wanted to do the same thing, ignoring the fact that it gave me rage issues and other shit to deal with.” You could hear Jason’s scowl. You knew he was just worried from Tim.

“So we are going …?”

“To stop him, obviously. Brat’s already on his way so we’re going to steal the Bat-plane and stop him.”

“Ok.” Just a normal Friday night for you then.

Tim … was a slippery guy. He was smart and determined, which made him annoyingly difficult to catch up with, but you knew where he was headed, which helped. (There were only so many Lazarus Pits so you had a select number of locations Tim could choose from, narrowing your chase down.)

You caught him just before he could enter the caves, fully launching yourselves at him and grabbing onto him like a koala.

Tim, of course, could be as slippery as an eel sometimes. This was one of those times.

“Don’t you fucking dare, baby bird!” Jason yelled as he and you tried to wrangle him away from the mouth of the cave.

“Don’t try and stop me!” he yelled back, swinging his bō at you. Jason jumped over it and you rolled out of the way.

“Too late, we’re already trying to stop you,” you sassed and whipped out a sword to block Tim’s attacks. (Thank fuck, Zatanna had given you a sword charm upon request. You could carry it around, no one the wiser, and in necessary times like these, you could whip it out and have a weapon.)

“Did you learn nothing from my fuck ups? This is not the answer!”

“It’s free surgery!” Tim argued.

“With a bunch of side effects! You’re supposed to be the smart one!”

“Fuck you! I can be a dumbass if I want!”

“Tim, please,” you begged, blocking another hit with your sword.

“No!” he snarled and kicked up dust into your face and launched his staff at Jason.

You yelped and wiped the dirt out of your eyes. “Tim!” He was running through the caves.

“Fuck!” Jason swore and set off after him, you hot on his heels.

“Remember what happened with Jason!” you shouted, a last attempt to hold Tim off.

You caught up to him next to the pit. He was kneeling at the edge, staring into its depths. You went and knelt next to him. Jason stayed back. Hesitant.

“Tim,” you said softly. He didn’t move.

“I just want a body I like. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin,” he confessed, almost silently.

“Tim,” you started again, practically begging him to hear you. “I love you. I’m sorry your body doesn’t fit you right now, but you know that this isn’t the answer. Tim … darling … rationality and realities can be bummers. I wish we could mold our own bodies out of clay, give ourselves the bodies we’re comfortable in without having to jump through hoops and doctors’ appointments and evaluations and years of waiting. I wish we were given the bodies we wanted right away, without having to ask. I wish it was as easy as a suspicious looking bath, but it’s not. Jason didn’t choose to go in there, and he didn’t know what would happen. No one did.

“But there’s small joys in being able to craft your own body. It’s like pruning a tree, it takes time to form it into the big shape we want, but at any point we can decorate it with lights and ornaments and bows, until the time when it’s fully grown the way we pruned it. And even then, we can still decorate it.” You sighed. “I’m not sure exactly where I’m going with this, just that your struggles are valid. Being uncomfortable in your own skin is valid and wanting to change your body so it fits right is valid. But this isn’t the way, Tim, the ‘surgery’ might work but I think somewhere in there there’s a regret rate of 50%, as opposed to other ways. I want you to be happy. I want you to be comfortable, but I want you to be safe. This isn’t safe, Tim,” you whispered.

Tim took in a shaky breath and when you leaned down to see past his curtain of hair, you realized there were tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, Tim,” you breathed.

“I just want to not want to peel my own skin off,” he whimpered.

“Me too.”

You tapped the back of his hand to check his boundaries, and when he didn’t stop you, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into you.

You sat there together for a few moments, just breathing. Tim sat up slowly and disentangled himself from you.

You waited to see if he wanted to talk.

“Loving the emotional bonding that’s happening here but we’ve got company and not the fun kind. Unless you like being attacked. Like me. This is my kind of company,” Jason said.

“Alright, Tim-” you held out a hand “-let’s go, live to kick ass, say fuck you to society and gender norms another day.”

“I hate when you speak my language,” Tim said without heat, letting you help him up and grabbing his bō from Jason. “Let’s annoy Rā’s a little before we leave.”

“I’m sure we’ve already annoyed him by being here but sure, let’s make it worse.”

“Hell yeah, baby bird!” Jason shouted, shooting at the incoming assassins. You genuinely didn’t know what kind of bullets he was using.

“Bruce is going to have a fit when he finds out about this,” you said, pulling out your sword to fend off the attackers.

“If he finds out!” Tim called, swinging at more assassins.

If?? Oh dear lord, this was going to end badly, you just knew it. Wouldn’t stop you from continuing on the path, you were just prepared to say ‘I told you so’ to yourself later on.

Your phone rang. You glanced at it. Jason. You picked up.

“Yah?”

There was a cough on the other end, and not Jason’s cough.

“Hello?”

“Were you with Jason and Tim yesterday?”

“Bruce?”

“Yes.”

Ah. That was fast. You could tell yourself I told you so now.

Jason must be somewhere in the background, since it was his phone. You wondered if anyone else was there, was Tim? “Umm, what? Why?”

“A League base was attacked yesterday night. The Bat-plane has several hours of footage missing from its logs and Jason and Tim don’t have alibis for the suspected time period. Their alibi is that they were with you.”

“Ok, and? Yes, they were both with me.” You knew exactly what you did but no way in hell were you admitting that to Bruce. So, you needed to tell him a truth that absolutely distracted him from this interrogation.

“You were with Jason and Tim, yesterday night,” he said it like it was hard to believe. Maybe it was.

“Yes.” You had the perfect idea. You just hoped Tim and Jason wouldn’t want to kill you after this. It just needed the right introduction-

“Hn. And where were you?”

“Getting well acquainted with my bed,” you deadpanned. Oops?

The other side of the phone was silent for longer than Bruce’s normal pauses. Please let Jason and Tim go with it, dear lord.

“So no, we were not near any League base, Bruce, can confirm that Tim and Jason were in bed with me. At my apartment.”

There was a horrified snort-whine that you were pretty sure came out of Dick’s mouth in surprise.

Steph choked on a laugh. (At least you were pretty sure it was her.)

So if they were there, likely Jason and Tim were too.

“Are we done here?” you asked.

“The missing flight logs?”

You had to give props to Bruce for being unfailingly dedicated to his mission.

You pinched your brow. “Evidently, we didn’t want anyone to find out before we were ready to tell them. Yes, I took a Zeta tube to Gotham yesterday, yes, we stole the Bat-plane for a bit. We took it to my place.”

“The flight to DC is shorter than the deleted time. You wouldn’t have needed to delete that much time if you were just hiding your flight from Gotham to DC.”

You sighed. “No. But we … took our time. Hence the deleted footage.”

Silence. You wondered what Bruce was thinking. What everyone else was thinking.

You got your answer soon enough (at least, sort of).

“Don’t look at me like that, old man! My personal life is none of your business!” snapped Jason.

“Tim…”

“Why the fuck are you looking at him like that? Fuck you! I am a fantastic partner!”

“Polyamory does exist,” you added blandly. “I happen to be a practiser.”

“I am capable of making my own decisions, B,” Tim stated resolutely.

You wondered what kind of face Bruce was making when Tim added, “And if that includes dating two people then that’s my choice to make.”

“Fuck you, old man, give me my phone back, we’ve entertained you enough for the day.” You could hear Jason’s snappish voice get louder as he presumably stole his phone back.

“C’mon babe, let’s go.” You imagined Jason slinging an arm over Tim’s shoulders and politely forcing him out of the cave, not that Tim would necessarily fight him off, not to sell the lie.

“Have a nice day!” you called.

“See you later, sweetheart,” Jason said.

“Bye, love, talk later,” Tim said, and the line cut.

Well. You could certainly get used to them calling you pet names like that.

Tim and Jason showed up at your apartment a few hours later, presumably after they’d escaped all the prodding questions and interrogations from their family. You let them in.

“Faking a relationship to distract B? Bold move,” Tim said, taking his shoes off and walking further into your apartment.

“One that I respect, but also what the fuck,” Jason added, following him in.

You shrugged. “I needed something very distracting but believable.”

“Acquainted with the bed? Really?” Jason asked, spinning to look at you.

“What? It’s true! In a very unsexy way!” you defended. “We were cuddling in my bed for a fair amount of time. I’d say that’s getting very acquainted with it, not my fault most people would infer sexy times.”

Tim snorted. “I thought Bruce might have a heart attack for a bit when you said that.”

“Distracting. Like I was going for.”

“Fucking B and his judgemental looks,” Jason scoffed.

You snorted.

“We are going to have to actually fake a relationship for a bit. To make sure everyone believes it,” Tim said.

“I don’t mind,” you said. “I like you both. Sorry for springing it on you like that though.”

“’s fine, was a good idea,” Jason shrugged.

“It was. But now we have to sell it,” Tim said.

“After the shock of finding out is B really gonna believe it though?”

“You don’t think we can pull it off?”

Jason scowled and ran a hand through his hair, starting to pace. “We’re not that close-”

“Ouch.”

“No what I meant, bird brain, and you know it. Fuck, I tried to kill you. We don’t get along, we don’t hang out, no one’s gonna-”

“Not true.”

“Huh?”

“No, Tim’s right, we have been hanging out,” you said. “One, you and him are on much better terms. Two, I’m your friend so I’ve been hanging out at the Manor, so Tim and I have been hanging out more and we’ve become friends. So three, the three of us have been hanging out together. Four, well, Tim’s fallen asleep on me multiple times now and the three of us have ended up hanging out in silence or whatever. They could see that as … I dunno, bonding, feelings, et cetera. Anyways, all in all, we have been seen growing closer so it’s not too much of a leap (for the allos) to expect that they’d think we’ve … grown feelings for each other and started dating or whatever. And it’s not unsurprising that we kept our relationship a secret at the beginning either.”

“Besides, I don’t hate you,” Tim said. “I even had a crush on you when you were Robin.”

Jason was silent, emotions flitting across his face a mile a minute. “What?” Jason managed, looking as if Tim had dropped a bombshell on him. Maybe he had.

Tim blinked, not expecting that reaction from Jason. He shrugged. “Yah, I thought you knew.”

“How would I- Why would I- NO!” Jason exclaimed. “I did not know!”

Tim blinked again. “Oh.”

“I-” Jason cut himself off.

“Do you still?”

“What?”

“What?”

“Do you still,” you repeated. “Have a crush on him. I mean, his thighs in his Red Hood pants? His forearms? His whole Red Hood look? His whole Jason look? Damn. My aesthetic radars (ace-thetic, haha) are screaming. That is to say, Jason, that I like your face. And I think you’re beautiful. Also, you’re very important to me and I love you.”

“Oh.” Jason almost seemed flustered by your rant.

“So? Tim?” You turned your attention to him.

He didn’t answer but he was also staring intently at your floorboards. You noticed his hands tapping out code on his thighs and the tips of his ears darkening.

“Do you?” Jason asked this time.

“Do you? Tim retorted, looking up to stare Jason down.

Jason blinked, taken aback, and you see the tips of his ears start to blush.

“You do!” Tim crowed.

“No,” was Jason’s kneejerk reaction.

“No?” Tim had a gleam in his eye as he stalked closer.

You watched them amusedly.

Jason held his ground, glaring down at Tim in front of him.

Tim went up onto his tiptoes to breathe into Jason’s ear. “You sure?” His hands trailed over Jason’s chest.

Jason’s hands twitched.

You smiled, barely holding back a soft laugh, enjoying the show.

Quick as a flash, Jason reached down and scooped Tim up and threw him over his shoulder.

Tim squawked indignantly, immediately squirming and flailing and yelling.

Jason carried him to your room. “We’re going to get reacquainted with your bed,” he deadpanned.

You laughed, following behind, watching them affectionately.

Jason tossed Tim on top the bed and jumped on top of him but this time Tim rolled out of the way fast enough. They grappled for a few seconds, you stayed where you were, laughing at them all the while.

“C’mon, stop fighting and let me on,” you giggled.

They let up and soon enough you were all cuddled up in your bed again. Jason and you curled around Tim. (Making sure he wouldn’t get away this time.)

“I don’t hate you. I meant that,” Tim said softly.

“I know, baby bird.”

It was quiet another moment.

“I … don’t either.”

“I know.”

“I like you,” Jason whispered into the air. You couldn’t help but think he had his eyes closed, to hide himself from rejection.

Tim didn’t say anything for a moment and Jason immediately backtracked, “You don’t have to- I mean-”

“I like you too. Like, like like.”

Jason snorted. “Nerd.”

“Says the nerd who’s obsessed with Jane Austen,” Tim retaliated.

“You’re both Nerdy Birdies, ok? Now quiet and let me cuddle you in peace,” you mumbled into Tim’s hair.

“We’re all nerds,” Tim declared.

“Ok, Nerdy Birdy.”

“Oh fuck you!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jason shot back, jokingly.

“Love asexual sex jokes,” you mumbled.

Tim and Jason chuckled too. You smiled to yourself as you felt their chest rumble. This was very comfortable, you thought to yourself.

There was another silence. Peaceful though.

“Does this mean we’re dating for real now?” Tim asked.

“I guess,” Jason said.

“Ok,” you agreed, sleepily.

“Ok, cool.”

Jason snorted. “Who’d’a guessed that we’d turn from fake relationship to real relationship so fast?”

“Not fanfic authors, that’s for sure,” you joked. You all snickered at that.

"We'll get you a dick, don't worry," Jason said in his sleep heavy voice.

"Promise?" Tim murmured.

“Promise, now go to sleep, baby bird.”

“G’night, Jay, night, love.”

“G’night.”

-----

Your coworkers looked at you expectantly.

“C’mon, hot shot, what did you do all weekend?” Derek asked again.

You shrugged. “Nothing much.”

“Aww, come on, give us more than that,” Emily laughed.

“Give us details,” JJ urged.

“Nothing much to tell, just stayed at my apartment, chilled, hung out.”

“With who?” Derek immediately caught your slip.

“Were you with someone?” Emily teased.

“Uhh.”

“Come on, tell us,” JJ encouraged.

You covered your face in your hands and blew out a deep breath of air. “I may, or may not,” you started slowly, “have been with my … boyfriends.” You couldn’t help but smile when you said that. Boyfriends.

“Boyfriends?” Spencer echoed.

“Yes.”

“Cutie pie! Did you have fun?” Emily asked.

You huffed a laugh. “Yes, yes we did.”

“That’s nice, you sound happy,” JJ said, silently supporting you.

“I am.”

“You’ll have to introduce us sometime,” Derek added.

You laughed. “Maybe,” you agreed.

~~~

thanks for reading!! feel free to rb and leave nice comments <3

[cruivanei]

-> BZZT... SUNDAY HAS A GIFT FOR YOU.

Not proofread(again, ik) just here for @chartreuxhue(also again). Established relationship. Reader's hair is mentioned as being able to be tucked behind their ear, he buys you a necklace, lmk if anything else catches ur eye.

DISCLAIMER: I have met this guy ONCE (1) in game. idk crap abt him but I did my best.

SUNDAY x GENDER NEUTRAL! READER

SFW! BELOW THE CUT ->

With a gentle curve on his lips, Sunday extended you his gloved hand. His other arm remained folded behind his back as if he were a storybook prince, tenderly approaching his princess for a dance. The tall intricate windows typical of the Dewlight Pavillion and the kaleidoscope of colors the stained glass filtered in only substantiated the gentle grace of the Halovian man before you fostered as simply as breathing. You did not think before placing your fingers over his longer, cotton-clad ones. 

“I think you are going to quite like what I have for you.” Sunday offered his only hint, guiding your hand forward with a delicacy you have found impossible to dissuade him from. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” You feigned incredulity with an offended gasp and what could hardly be considered a smack to his shoulder. “It better not be anything expensive.” You remarked, seriously but already defeated.

Sunday was the picture-perfect gentleman. He did not date you, he courted you. Even when your face flushed with embarrassment when his lips grazed the back of your hand the first time, he never stopped his nearing excessive genteel acts of affection. No matter how many times you sputtered and stumbled over his expressions of endearment, he kept pulling you back in for more–often accompanied with what Sunday had caught your gaze drifting to on your previous dates in the display cases.

“You are worth every penny and so much more, my dear.” Sunday promised.

He pressed your hand to his lips as he had done so many times before, then reluctantly let go and stepped behind you. His back remained opposite of you as he did so, leaving you without even a glimpse. 

“Though, of course, if you find it doesn’t suit your taste, I saw a few other gifts worthy of you.” Sunday started, carefully brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “Perhaps I should plan a little excursion soon for the two of us. I believe a colleague of mine mentioned a merchant with some particularly precious items…” He trailed off, then let the thought go with a gentle shake of his head. 

Placing his empty hand softly on your shoulder and turning you towards the mirror he apologized, “Forgive my ramblings, let me show you what I have for you here and now.” Your eyes darted from his hand to his face reflected in the mirror. The stormy sea of navy in his momentarily downcast eyes seemed to swallow the gleaming shine of the lighter hues. The conflict was gone as quickly as it came, his smile returning as the arm holding your gift shifted slightly.

Brows knit in a sweet concern, you grasped the fingers on your shoulder gingerly and turned your head to kiss his hand as he had done in kind. “You know you don’t need to apologize, I like hearing what you have to say.”

He laughed softly, but genuinely. A chaste kiss was pressed to your jaw, his feathers tickling your neck and his halo hovering behind both your heads.

As Sunday pulled away with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder, he lifted his gift from behind his back. The necklace he produced glinted beautifully, even in the faintly lit corner of the room. The hand on your shoulder slid forward to pinch the dangling end of the chain and bring the string of shining bezel-set stones around your neck. “You are far kinder than I deserve.” He nearly whispered. 

Looking into the mirror to find his expression, you found his golden eyes already tracing your face with apparent awe. 

“It’s beautiful, Sunday.” You admired, a smile splitting your lips. Standing still while Sunday clasped the chain around your neck took a small eternity–though Sunday would argue any time spent touching you was never long enough. 

The moment his hands lifted and the weight of the jewelry settled on your neck, you spun around and embraced the Halovian in your arms. He laughed, louder this time and without an ounce of force behind it, as he enveloped you in his arms.

“I suppose I can safely assume you like it?” Sunday chuckled, his strong hands pressing your upper back closer as his wings fluttered, brushing their silky feathers over the tops of your arms. 

“I love it,” You gushed, pulling back from his clutches just enough to bring one of your hands from his neck to hold the necklace up to the light. The stones looked brilliant against your skin and you could not help but sigh dreamily, “I love you.” 

Sunday’s smile deepened and his hands sank to your waist.

“I love you too,” he replied happily. “May I kiss you?”

“You better.” You said, kissing him hastily. “To both, I mean.” You kissed his smiling mouth again.

[rinneverse]

this has been on my mind ever since boothill got announced but what kind of kinks would this southern cyborg hunk have,,,??? like its not fair i have to wait so long for him grrr

fantastic question dear nonnie !!

after some careful deliberation, it is my absolute honor to say that i think that he's a big fan of overstim, restraints, and i'm not quite sure if this is a kink in particular but manhandling.

cw for nsfw boothill x f!reader thoughts under the cut!! minors do not interact, please and thank you !!

i've defo said this before but he's got unlimited stamina. he's devoted to your pleasure and will spend HOUURSSS on foreplay alone. due to having a cyborg body, he truly only gets true and real Human sensation with anything that has to do with his face. this is why i'm diagnosing him with cunnilingus FIEND. loves eating you out, having you sit on his face, anywhere and anytime. he does NOT care if you two are out and about in public, if he gets the urges, he's dragging you into the nearest closet, hoisting you up onto the nearest surface, slinging your legs over his shoulders, and going to TOWN.

i think about improper lasso usage with him alot—and maybe this is me just projecting my own kinks onto him, but i truly do think he's into it. he likes to pleasure you until you're trying to run away from it, but we can't have that, now can we? that's why he ties your wrists to the headboard and pins your knees to your chest as he pounds you into the mattress. you can't get away from him in this position and you're gonna take everything he gives you!*

(*obviously, there's a safeword in place that he absolutely will respect. but until that's said, he's having as much fun as he wants with you!)

with a cyborg body comes a scary amount of strength. he likes to toss you over his shoulder, pull and mold you into any position he wants (full nelson is a favorite of his for sure), and if he wanted to, he could truly just toss you around like a ragdoll. with that in mind, he knows that you've put your unwavering trust into him, so he's always absolutely sure not to break that! he knows the limits of the human body well (he's tested them and come back a cyborg, after all), so he's always sure to never go past what you cannot handle.

i definitely have some more thoughts on boothill and his kinks but there are some fics i'm working on that i don't want to spoil quite yet ... stay tuned !! :D

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

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also bc ended up making my writing into a font to avoid killing my hand as much and bc I saw Caden do this, I thought it would be fun to see who y'all think it suits lol

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