#faith x reader

[five-bi-five-mind]

Corruptible

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Faith Lehane x fem!r

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.8k+

Summary: Faith can’t help but want to corrupt you… just a little. She was practically hooked on you and when she got that itch… well she would only have one thing on her mind until it was scratched.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics; overstimulation; strap-on use (r receiving); top!Faith, bottom!r; rough sex; choking; a lil innocence kink…

A/N: Just a short little smut fic of Faith being... well you know... Faith. Hope y'all enjoy. The Dru one will be next and then I might focus more on the actually more serious, angsty Faith fic.

Faith was feeling cooped up. It really wasn’t her jam to be sitting around like this. Her time of sitting around doing research on whatever big bad was lurking had been long over. She hasn’t done this shit since she was part of the misguided Scooby gang. But here she was, pretending to pour over books while you sat on the other side of her tiny studio apartment. How did she get pulled into this?

Oh yeah, she bumped into you two minutes before becoming a demon’s midnight snack and immediately she was smitten. Of course, she had to go and fall for a softy with a heart to help the helpless. And, of course, when you found out about Faith’s slayer status you were eager to be her useful little sidekick. 

You were also a worrier though. So, that made Faith go along with your little plans. Something about being more prepared, finding weakness faster than just throwing everything at it… blah blah blah… Honestly Faith zoned out about that conversation and instead focused on how nice your tits looked that day. She did that kind of often. It wasn’t that she didn’t value what you said. She really did. It was just that you were so endearing when you were passionate about something and it made Faith’s mind wander. 

Like now for instance. You were sprawled out on the floor, very focused on whatever it was you were reading. Faith was again paying attention to anything but the monster at hand. Currently, she thought about how innocent and unsuspecting you looked as you scanned the pages in front of you. It made the wheels in Faith’s mind start turning it. 

It was always when you looked particularly small and adorable that got Faith going. She had this weird, maybe slightly twisted need to corrupt you just a little bit. But not in an evil way. No, she’s been there, that's the past. This was in an almost… animalistic way. 

So an idea came to her. Abruptly, Faith shot up from her spot. You watched as she dug for something under the bed. She purposely shielded whatever she was grabbing from view and scurried into the bathroom. 

You stared at the door for a moment, shrugging it off when she didn’t come out quickly enough to keep your attention. Your eyes went back to the books in front of you, dutifully trying to sleuth out this demon’s origins and weak points. 

A moment later, the bathroom door opened again and your eyes went up to glance at Faith. She had the perfect poker face on, but still something told you she was up to something. 

She plopped down on the bed and started to grin down at you. This had your full attention now.

“Let’s take a break, babe,” She said with a hint of excitement in her tone.

“Okay…” you said hesitantly. “And do what?” She was definitely up to something. 

“Well first you could strip for me.” 

You immediately blushed at that, your eyes bugging out of your head. “Faith!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet. “We’ve got serious work to do!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Faith rolled her eyes teasingly. “But baby, I’ve got that… itch.” 

Of course she did. She was practically useless in terms of brain work until she fixed that little problem. Faith warned you up front that she had a pretty strong libido. She said it was probably a slayer thing. You thought it was really just a Faith thing. 

“Please, baby?” She broke you out of your thoughts. The way she was looking at you was already breaking your resolve. She had her lip between her teeth and was giving you those hungry eyes that already had you weak at the knees. 

“I guess we have been going for a while…” 

“That’s right, babe. Time for a break.” She leaned forward where she sat, the anticipation of what was to come already had her body buzzing. “Now, give us a show?”

Your face flushed even more at this, but you rolled your eyes to play it off. You were still going to give her what she wanted, you just didn’t know how much of a show that would be.

For whatever reason, your hands went to your jeans first. Popping the button of them before moving to the zipper, you noticed the way Faith watched your every move. You shimmied out of them slowly until they fell to the ground and you stepped out of them. Then you did the same with your panties. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug up, but then you saw Faith’s hand shoot out in a stop motion. 

“Wait!” Faith interrupted. “Leave it on.” There was something about the image in front of her that had her eager to just grab you and throw you on the bed. It was her shirt you were wearing, after all. So, to see you in just her shirt and nothing else had her feeling more and more keyed up by the second. 

You shifted where you stood. Not entirely sure what you were waiting for. Faith, on the other hand, enjoyed the way you squirmed under her gaze. She also loved the way you were waiting for her to give you your next order. The way she already had you a little bit in tune with her, trained to be good for her. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs where she sat. 

“What next?” You asked impatiently, feeling very exposed, despite still being half dressed. 

Faith’s smirk just grew as she looked you up and down. What she had planned next was going to get a reaction out of you, she was sure of it. She could almost picture it, and she couldn’t wait for it to come to fruition.

“Now…” she started. “You’re gonna come here, princess and do as you’re told.” Faith gave you a devilish smile. Her hands went to her belt. Your eyes were glued to the way she slowly undid it and then began to pop the button of her jeans. Then your gaze went a little lower. How did you miss the slight bulge in her pants? 

Faith’s eyes never left your face though. She was wearing a cocky smirk as she watched your cheeks slowly flush when she began to pull out the toy she had hidden. She let you take it in for a second, your eyes widening as you realized that must have been what she scurried to the bathroom to put on. Of course she would want to shock you with it. That was something so… just so Faith. She loved the way she’d get you flustered and she was doing a damn good job of it right now. 

Faith slapped both her legs. The sound caused you to jump and break your dazed stare at the toy between her legs. “So, c’mere.” Faith’s hands planted on the bed as she leaned back a little. “Ride my cock.” 

You blanched. Your eyes went from her face to the strap-on and back up. You’d never done that before. 

With hesitant steps you approached where Faith was perched on bed. Again you looked at the toy between her legs before looking back up into her eyes. Her pupils were totally blown and she licked her lips as she watched you slowly start to mount her. 

“That’s it,” She purred as she watched you line the toy up with your entrance. “Good girl.” 

Her words instantly sent a flush to your cheeks, but still you focused on the task at hand. You slowly let yourself inch down on it. It wasn’t fast enough for Faith though. 

In a flash her hands were on your thighs. She simultaneously pressed your body down and thrust her hips up, fully sheathing the toy inside you. You let out a strangled cry at the feeling of being so filled by her, but you also felt instant pleasure with the way she rolled her hips a second later.

It didn’t take long for you to do the same, rocking yourself into Faith to match her motions. One of her arms hooked around your body as she fucked up into you while the other moved behind her to keep her balanced.

She had ordered you to ride her, but really it was her movements that had you bouncing up and down on her lap. You were just doing your best to keep up with her, your hands gripping fistfuls of her tank top to keep yourself upright and grounded. 

Faith had that cocky grin on her face the whole time. Watching you moan and whine on top of her gave her a sense of pride and even power that slaying never quite did. It was something about having you so completely like this, her cock buried deep inside you, making you do the filthiest things without a peep of protest that made her feel like that. No one else could do that, but her. So as you began to shake on top of her, signaling your impending release, something primal took over her.

With her hold on you, she had you flipped with your back hitting the mattress hard in two seconds. With a growl, she started pumping herself into you with what you could only describe as slayer speed. Your hands still held fistfuls of her shirt as she fucked you to your edge. You let out a long whine and your body shuttered as you came around her cock, but she didn’t even slow down.

Instead, she grabbed your legs and pushed them up until your knees practically hit your chest, allowing her to pump deeper inside you. At this point you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly moaning. The way Faith hit deeper inside you than any time before and the fact that you haven’t even come down from your orgasm was making you lose total control of yourself.

Faith, meanwhile, was grunting on top of you. It was like she was in a total trance as she fucked you. Her eyes went from watching between your bodies and being mesmerized by the way her cock disappeared inside you, to watching your face as it twisted in pleasure. 

It wasn’t long before you came again, crying out her name as you did. She actually slowed down this time, allowing you to catch your breath.

Her hand glided up your body until it stopped at your throat. She let it rest there, her fingers wrapped around your neck but not applying any pressure. Her head cocked to the side as she stared down at you. 

“Why is it,” She began breathlessly, “that I can never get enough of you. Is this what it feels like for a vampire to crave blood? Only, you know, for me it’s your pussy…”

She was always so crass. But with her cock still buried in you and the way she was licking her lips and looking down at you like a snack… you couldn’t deny all of it, even her words, turned you on all over again. 

“I’m not done with you.” She said that more to herself than you, punctuating that with another slow roll of her hips. You groaned and braced your hands on her shoulders, trying to indicate to her to hold up a moment. Words were escaping you though. Not because she was pressing harder on your neck now. No, she still wasn’t cutting off your airway. No, it was because the last orgasm she gave you still left you breathless. 

“I just want one more, princess.” It sounded more like a demand than a request, yet you still weakly nodded your consent. Her hips rolled into you again and this time it seemed like she was going to take it slow. 

She pulled the toy almost all the way out, taking a breath, while you held your own. Then without warning she snapped her hips, bottoming out again inside you. 

You cried out for her again and her hand flexed on your neck. “Yes, fuck, scream for me, baby,” she growled above you as she repeated the action. The control she felt in that moment was almost like a drug. The way you were so helpless underneath her hold gave her such a rush. She literally held your life in her hands, with the way her hand applied just the slightest pressure to make your breaths turn shallow. 

But it wasn’t her knowledge of her strength compared to your weakened, fucked out state that made her feel so high right now. It was the fact that you had utter trust in her as she pressed harder. It was such a wild mixture of love and lust that ran through her veins as she picked her pace back up and began fucking you abandon. She would never hurt you, even if she easily could, and you knew that deep down as you let her absolutely ruin you in the filthiest way. 

The choked out cry you gave as her hips slammed into you gave her indication to let up a little bit. Her hand left your neck and you took a deep breath before another pathetic moan left your lips at a particular hard thrust from her. 

You were a whining, moaning mess and all you could do was turn your head into the pillow and take it. At some point your hands have left her body to grab at the sheets. Your nails dug into the mattress as Faith’s hips met yours in a way you were sure was going to leave bruises. 

“I know princess, I know,” Faith grunted from above you as you let out yet another pathetic whine. It was all becoming a little too much, but still it was unbelievably pleasurable. “But you’re taking me so well.” 

At this point you thought Faith’s goal was to fuck you absolutely raw. And honestly, she thought about it, but she needed you in one piece for when she inevitably had this same itch to scratch again in the next day or two. 

Your face was fully buried in the pillow now and your whole body was shaking. Faith was leaning down to basically attack your neck with her teeth and tongue as she kept fucking you. With a low moan that was muffled by the pillow, you finally came for a third time. Your back arched as she drew the orgasm from you and your knuckles turned white from how hard they were holding onto the bed. 

Faith let you ride out the orgasm, slowing to a stop as you came down. She finally pulled out of you after a moment, practically collapsing on top of you as she did. 

She honestly wasn’t even exhausted though. Not even a little tired. She could go all night if you could take it. But you were still so fragile, so new to her slayer strength that she didn’t want to push you to your limit yet. Just strengthen your endurance a little… So instead, she willed herself to calm down and pulled you into her arms. 

You were still out of breath as your head pressed to her chest. She was also breathing hard, her excitement still not quite quelled. If she kept going she was sure she would break you, and that was something she swore she would never do.

She wanted to ruin you, sure. But she planned to do that over and over again for as long as you’d let her. That meant she obviously had to make sure she left you in one piece after practically fucking your brains out.

You nuzzled into her as your breathing relaxed. It was this part of the night that she wasn’t used to yet. The softness that came with you being hers. She didn’t mind it though. Fuck like an animal and love like… well whatever this was. Gently. Delicately. Faith hadn’t adjusted to it yet, but she would get there.

Her strong arms folded around you and tightened slightly. You hummed in appreciation for that small act of affection. 

Having your naked body pressed closer to her still had her a little revved up, but she was willing herself to chill out for you. Maybe, she could push it a little more after a bit of rest. Maybe she could convince you for another round. After all, she was still wearing the strap… 

A devilish grin spread on her lips again as her hands began to roam your bare body. She was never good at waiting anyways. You looked up at her with such a curious innocent look that had Faith’s heart racing again. Seriously, you couldn’t give her those cute doe eyes. It made her want to corrupt you in the dirtiest ways…

“Just one more, princess, yeah?” She practically purred into your ear. 

You gulped, but nodded. Your body was sore and spent but when she gave you that hungry look of hers, how could you say no? 

It was a long night and as per true Faith nature… it was not just one more. 

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do John and Gary x a demon reader with memory loss?

A powerful demon that got a head injury, and after being taken in by a human hospital, comedicly thinks they're a human, despite being a little too big for that. When they say "oh I'm a normal human, like everyone else", they're saying it genuinely, because they think their "condition" (being a demon) makes them look weird.

I think it would be funny to see headcanons of John trying to go along with it like "sure buddy, that house fire you were TOTALLY in sure messed up your face bad, glad that you're working well at the local library- sure man your face 100% doesn't scare me-"

While Gary is trying to convince this extremely powerful demon of his past only to be hit by "Oh, Sorry. I'm an atheist. I don't believe in demons, or god." By the poor oblivious demon lord.

I love this idea fhhshfw Demon!Reader just forgor

.......

John Ward

He was visiting the library to look for any leads regarding Gary Miller and finds you just,,,,chilling at the register.

It's broad daylight, it's semi busy, and everything seems a bit too normal.

But John still senses a great evil radiating from you and believes every human here is in grave danger.

Yet it's strange seeing you, a big and scary demon wearing their clothes, not have any urge to kill them or paint the halls with blood.

Meanwhile you only see a man who looks lost, forgetting that HE was the one Gary assigned you to eliminate.

"Are you finding everything okay, sir? Ready to checkout?"

"Um..not yet. Thank you." He speaks with great caution, nervously fidgeting with his crucifix. "You wouldn't happen to be the notorious demon-?"

"Demon?" You cut him off with a sigh. "...listen, I know my face looks scary. But that house fire gave me some pretty gnarly scars. I promise I'm a normal human being, just like you."

"....I see." Poor John is terribly confused, especially as you uttered that "normal human being" bs.

It appears you were brainwashed into believing you're human, and you attributed your demonic appearance to burns from a fire you supposedly escaped.

But in reality, you did get a severe head injury while punishing some defecting cultists for trying to burn Gary's writings.

You torched their home, although your physical form got viciously attacked..and a good samaritan found you passed out not long afterwards, taking you to the hospital.

The doctors saw your human skin (aka your disguise) sloughing off but assumed it was from the burns.

By that point you had terrible memory loss, forgetting your time in Hell, Gary's cult, your mission....and even your own species.

But you've quickly adapted to human life, as you began working full time at the library after recovering.

Still, John's not convinced. So he tries asking around, believing somebody was covering for you or was in allegiance with Gary.

Yet he gets only rude stares and remarks of how you were just a friendly volunteer trying to do their best.

He soon realizes you won't be of any use in helping him figure out Gary's plans...as you didn't even know who he was.

All you said was that he sounded like a "nice guy".

Gary Miller

Being just a rank below Malphas, you had the potential to wield great influence over the thralls/cultists on Earth.

So Gary summoned you to weed out the traitors in his cult who spoke of burning his books or revealing them to the public, but doesn't realize what ended up happening to you until much, much later.

A thrall spotted you leaving the hospital, and at first he thinks the cult's cover was blown.

Lucky for him, you apparently made up a story for the human doctors and they 100% believed it.

The next time he meets you for an update, you're happily working at the library dressed in human clothing.

Yet when he privately visits you during your coffee break, he realizes that this little "act" you're putting on may not be an act after all...

You don't remember him at all, and he wonders if this is some trick or not.

Becoming Astaroth for a moment, he forcibly summons you in Garyland, bewildered but trying to stay calm.

He still holds a great respect for all demons, of course.

"Tu es ultor animarum...what has changed? I've done everything you've asked me to and more. Do you grow weary of your duties?"

"....um.." You stare at him weirdly. "Was that Spanish you were speaking just then? And the only "duties" I know of are back at the library, so-"

"You recall...nothing? You don't even recognize the Great Duke of Hell standing before you?" He grows frustrated. "You were a great lord. You've dragged traitors into the Unseen World to-"

"Listen, no offense but...I'm atheist." You bluntly tell him. "It's fine if you believe in God and demons and stuff, but it's just..not my thing. Now how do I get out of here? I don't wanna miss the sweet old lady who comes in every now and then to see if we have any new cookbooks."

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[grizzlybeartist]

So I have no idea if your request are closed but can you do a John ward x demon s/o

The story is up to you but if you can thanks there is barely any John ward fanfics lately

Again you don’t have to do it just ignore this question then

Stay safe, buy gold by!

Thank you for the request! I ended up quickly drawing something for this one bc I got a very vivid image in my head before I actually wrote the fic lol

Good Morning - John Ward x Demon!Reader

Word Count: 645

Tws: ask to tag

A quick fluffy morning scene, revolving around the difficulty of waking up a sleepy John.

Sun streamed in through the open window, washing over your exposed skin like a second blanket. The light shone through your eyelids, causing you to shift a bit and rub your eyes with your knuckles. The clock ticked softly on the wall, John’s steady breathing the only other sound breaking the silence. You yawned, stretching out your limbs and sighing with satisfaction as your joints popped. You rolled over, throwing an arm over the man still sleeping peacefully beside you. You squirmed until the blanket was mostly off of you, and threw a leg over him as well. Your tail wagged lazily behind you, as your hand trailed up and down John’s chest, and your eyes trailed to the clock hanging on the wall.

You sighed, the two of you had planned to meet Lisa for brunch, and it was only a couple hours until you needed to be there. Tucking your elbows underneath you so you could lean up, you looked to your peaceful lover, sprawled comfortably on his back. You hated to wake him, he always had trouble getting to sleep, and what sleep he got was usually restless. But, you knew he would be upset if you ended up being late, and decided that waking him was the lesser of two evils.

A gentle shake earned no response, your voice in his ear calling his name only making him stir for a moment, before he settled back into sleep. You persisted, patting his arm rapidly.

“C’mon, Johnny, time to get up. We got plans today,” You nearly whined, finally getting him to wake a little.

“Hm. M’rn’ng.” His voice was crackly with sleep, barely intelligible. You giggled, brushing his hair out of his still-closed eyes. You cupped his cheek in your palm, leaning over to peck each eyelid. The feeling drew a small chuckle out of him as he half-heartedly waved you off, rolling over on his side so his back was facing you, mumbling, “Few more minutes…”

You huff. “By minutes you mean hours. I know you’re tired, Johnny, but we gotta meet Lisa in a couple hours. Better we get up now.” This garnered no response, and a whine of his name only had him humming in acknowledgement before going back to ignoring you. Finally, you warned him, “Guess I’ll have to cheat a bit, then.”

The blanket was tugged down, and soft kisses trailed down his shoulder. Hands roamed every bit of him you could reach, slowly coaxing him awake. John shifted a bit under the blanket, practically melting into the sheets at the warmth of your palms against his skin. Without warning, the hand trailing down his back pinched his rear, and you blew a raspberry into the skin of his shoulder. John yelped, then fully cackled, squirming to get out of your grasp.

“Okay, okay, I’m up! Mean…” He was still laughing between words, rolling over to face you. “You never play fair, do you?”

“Wouldn’t be much of a demon if I did, would I?” You smiled down at him, finger-combing his messy hair into an approximation of its usual shape.

“I suppose that’s true.” A warm smile tugged at his features, softened by drowsiness. It wasn’t something he would have ever expected, falling in love with a demon and waking up next to them everyday, but he didn’t regret a second of it. His arms wrapped around you, his leg hooking over your hips, and he rolled the two of you over so you were squished underneath his larger frame. He mumbled, “Unlucky for you, I don’t play fair either.”

You giggled and squirmed, trying and failing to get free. John had already gotten himself comfortable, his face nestled against your chest and his eyes closed, a content smile on his face. You sighed affectionately. You had a feeling you might be late to brunch.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female & ambiguous race reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading. Love ya! 

a/n: I loved writing this so much. Faith is one of those characters that are so easy to write for omg. 

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Slytherin

Sagittarius Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising

SFW🌈

・She was wild, absolutely chaotic when you first met her

・Faith just wanted a quick one-night stand, no strings attached. 

・But you were someone she couldn’t get out of her head; you were so different from the rest of them. She could almost feel your kindness radiating from you. Like a warmth whenever she touched you. 

・Faith would show up to the same bar to see if you would be there. 

・After the 7th time, there you were. A group of friends pulling you onto the dancefloor. And all she could do was watch you. The way your hair swished and shone. Your eyes closed and body moving to the beat. 

・Usually Faith would strut onto the dancefloor and capture her prey but that night ... she was mesmerized. 

・It wasn’t until you stumbled from the floor, with an overwhelming thirst for water, that Faith shook an unopened bottle in front of you. 

   “Never thought I’d see you again.” Her ruby red lips glinted with glitter. Golden shimmer danced across her eyelids. 

   “Same here,” you took the bottle and heard the crack. (Important to note, never take drinks from strangers, even if you’ve had a one-night stand with them. That’s why reader is listening to the crack of the bottle lid.)

You drunk greedily but kept your eye on Faith. She did the same. A smirk played at her lips. 

・She got your number that night and waited a day before texting you. 

・You didn’t care about those silly games - how long to wait before messaging. If you like someone, then talk to them. You’re honest in that way. 

・She calls you every pet name under the sun. ‘My love,’ ‘Sweetcheeks (her favourite actually)’, ‘Honey,’ ‘Twinkle-toes,’ ‘Honey-buns,’ ‘Kid,’ ‘Bug,’ ‘Bunny,’ ‘Foxy.’

・You call her ‘My Darling,’ ‘Pumpkin,’ ‘Peanut,’ etc. Mostly food related because you find her so tasty...

・Doing each other’s makeup. You know that picture of a girl lying on her back with another girl sitting on top of her doing her makeup? Yeah, you guys would be the BLUEPRINT for that. 

・You guys getting a puppy together and it’s honestly the sweetest thing. It’s such a big milestone to Faith, because of her past relationships, she felt as if no one would truly love her. And actually want to be around her. 

・It would definitely be from the pound; and then there was this old dog. She had been there so long that she had forgotten the name her original owners gave her. They had scheduled her to be put down that very day. 

・With your puppy in hand, you turned to Faith and she was already smiling. 

  “But there is something you should know,” the volunteer interrupted. You both looked at them, a question already at your lips - 

“She doesn’t do well with men.” 

   And without missing a beat, Faith said, “We’ll take her.” 

・Faith loves sitting in the sun. You put heaps of sun-catcher stickers and trinkets around the windows so rainbows light up the room whenever the sun is out. She absolutely ADORES IT

・She always makes sure you’re hydrated 

・Faith isn’t the best at communication and you have to set some boundaries with her. She actually likes it, and has learnt a lot about herself because of it

・Helping her with big emotions

・She is SO PROTECTIVE. You find her so badass that you’ve kinda idolised her in that way. 

・Definitely think you have the coolest girlfriend 

・But she thinks the same about you

Relationship tropes/dynamics:

Morally questionable x Pure Bean

Cinnabon x Hot-headed

Fierce Devotion

And then they lived happily ever after <3

NSFW🔞minors dni!!!

・Sex with Faith is mind-blowing

・Faith is the best sex you’ve ever had 

・It’s like she has endless energy and barely anything slows her down

・It’s not a proper fuck until you’ve both cum three times 

・I think she would be open to anything, but you push the idea of what she likes. 

    “Tell me your fantasies Faith,” your hand caressed her cheek, your lips inches from her own. 

 “I want to please you,” she whispered and nipped at your bottom lip. 

     “And I want the same for you. Tell me what you want.” 

・Her favourite positions would be cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Usually her topping

・SHE LIKES TO EAT PUSSY. She’s so goddamn good at it. And wouldn’t care if you were on your periods. I think she likes it messy. 

・Faith will pull you to the edge of the bed, push your legs apart and slowly tease you. Rubbing your clit through your panties, licking and nudging the edge to the side with her nose. 

・It’s almost cruel how much she teases you. But your whines are her favourite song. 

・I also think she would totally eat ass as well. 

・And she couldn’t choose between being an ass or tits person because both of them drive her crazy. 

・Shower sex - she will get on her knees and eat you out while the hot water falls onto your naked body. 

・Loves, loves, lOVES when you bite and suck on her nipples. She loves it when you’re rough, and pull/clamp them. 

・I do think she loves having her pussy eaten as well. And if you have the same vigor as her, then she will fall in love without question...

・Also Faith wouldn’t care if you shaved or not. I don’t think she would shave actually. 

・She LOVES bathing with you. Bubble baths feel like a luxury to her and when you moved in together, she was adamant about having a place with a bath. 

・Would like it when you call her mummy/daddy. 

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[prose-for-hire]

Fighting fire with fire

Pairing: Darla x vamp!reader; Faith x vamp!reader

Request: Your blog is the coolest thing ever!!! When you get the time could you write a one shot with a female or gn vampire reader whose dating Faith but used to date Darla back in the day and Darla ends up reuniting with the reader and meeting Faith and jealousy and fighting ensues? (Maybe you could switch it up and make it a choose your own ending if you want, your call.)💕

Requested by: 👻 Anon

A/N: I am so so so very sorry for making you wait so long for this! Thank you for being patient, I hope it’s what you wanted babe !! 💖💖

Warning: Tiny bit of violence, one swear, talk of killing and biting.

You had been a vampire for a while. You were used to it by now. Not seeing your reflection, not being able to see the sunrise. The ridiculously powerful draw of human blood. It got easier as the decades passed. One thing you definitely hadn’t gotten used to was running into your ex almost every decade.

It often complicated things, especially now you were in a relationship with a human. A slayer, to complicate things more. It wasn’t as if you could have a casual update on your love-life. You knew she would hate to hear of you falling for a slayer, which made the usual fight you had even more tense. By fight, of course, I mean you tended to get heated. Darla had secretly been pining for you since the day you parted. This made her angry. It made her jealous and it made her want you even more.

Although she hid it very well and despite the occasional fling every other decade or so, she had pretended she didn’t care for your existence one way or the other. She acted as if you could be dust for all she cared. But dear God, did she care.

The tension in the room when you caught each other’s eye was always so thick you could almost taste it. This particular time, you had caught her eye from across the bar, you had caught her scent before this however. You knew she was coming and you weren’t sure what to do. Faith would be coming in a moment, to share a drink after her patrol.

You weren’t sure how to tell her who Darla was, who you had been when you were with her. How much you still guiltily cherished the memories you held so dear. You heard footsteps towards you and you tensed, unsure what was coming. A hand ran up your back as a kiss pressed against your cheek.

“That’s a new greeting” You said, smiling as you turned to see the figure that sat beside you at the bar. Your smile faltered only for a split-second as Faith sat beside you. How could you have thought that was Darla?

“Yeah? Kissin’s new to you? I landed the 400-year-old-virgin then, huh?” she teased, knowing very well you weren’t that old. She was a breath of fresh air to you, she didn’t care what people thought of you or your relationship. When she realised she liked you, she pursued you and soon realised how deep her feelings were.

You adored Faith, you shared a connection that was entirely new to you. The way she got amped up for her fights, the way spending an evening patrolling with her always ended in her jumping you and kissing you against the nearest graveyard. You spend almost every moment together, laughing and killing demons together. Spending long mornings in bed together, finding creative ways to convince ethe other to stay.

It was so different from what you had known, how you had spent the last century. You had never stopped, it was all action all the time. Darla’s evil smile curling on her face, lit up by candlelight as you would share your recent kills. Her lips, the way they were always so soft, so eager to press against yours. The countless countries you had been run out of, laughing all the way, Darla’s hand clasped in yours. She had never let you go. Not until that day. The one where you parted ways.

As you recalled these memories, the real woman walked into view. She had seen Faith’s affection towards you and decided to have some fun. You look up at the ceiling, steeling yourself for this exchange.

“Darla”

“Dear, sweet, Y/n” Her voice rang out breezily. In that way you had always simultaneously enjoyed and hated. As if she hadn’t a care whether you were stood in front of her or turned to ash. It had always drew you to her. Ever since the day she sired you.

Faith sat up straighter, her knuckles whitening from how hard she was gripping the bar. You had never told Faith about Darla, in your defence she had never asked. And, well, it was the past. You had been so caught up in Faith and how happy you had been lately that you had forgotten your usual catch up with Darla.

Usually, when you had been alone and sat at a bar and Darla had found you, she would walk up the same way but not say anything. She would just smile that infuriating smile and gesture for you to follow her. You always did, of course. Spending a night, or a few nights together before she left again. When you had been alone, that is. But you weren’t alone anymore.

“Didn’t realise you had a pet… and a Slayer too, should we share?” her eyes glinted, but you could tell she was jealous. She was two steps away from a massacre, you had seen that look only once before.

“Darla, don’t speak to her like that-”

“I can stand up for myself”

“Aw, it speaks too” Darla cooed and you rolled your eyes, recognising the look on Faith’s face. It had never been directed at you, thankfully, only the worst demons that had managed to crawl beneath her skin.

Faith stood immediately, knocking over a chair and launching herself at Darla. Faith kicked out at Darla, knocking her backwards. Darla threw out a punch, connecting with Faith’s jaw before ducking to miss the stake that Faith directed towards her. The others in the bar backed away and the woman behind the bar started to shout at you for scaring away custom. The last thing you wanted was for the authorities to get called, Faith would have to go on the run again and Darla might just eat any responders that show up (depending on how hungry she was).

You rushed into the fight, tearing limbs away from connecting with the other. How had you become the type of vampire people fight over? You would never get use to that for as long as you live.

“Faith! Faith – it’s what she wants-” You insisted, taking Faith by the shoulders and putting some space between her and Darla, who was wiping the blood from her mouth and licking her lips.

“What I want is for you to make up your mind” Darla’s amusement sent another flash of rage through Faith.

“You think they care about anything you have to say, huh?”

“Didn’t they mention? A sire’s bond is hard to break” Girlish giggle and then when she got the reaction she wanted from Faith, her eyes darkened ruthlessly again.

“That’s such an old fashioned notion, Darla, we’ve met plenty of vampires who have killed their Sires.”

“The passion gets too much”

“Why don’t we go” You said softly, not entirely directed at one of them in particular. Darla caught this, she knew you inside out and an evil glint sparkled in her eye.

“Maybe, we should let our lover choose?” Darla asked in that silky smooth voice that she knew would get under Faith’s skin.

Her voice singing her self-assuredness as she waited for you to tell Faith to leave. Faith stepped as if to throw another punch but you stepped between them both again, a gentle hand on Faith’s shoulder telling her to stop.

Darla enjoyed this, although her look telling you that this would be the end. If you chose wrong, that is. She would never meet you again like this should you not choose her. It was surprisingly tender, the look she gave you. You hadn’t realised she held the memories of your past so close to her chest too.

You looked between them both, your brow furrowing as you were faced with such an ultimatum. These were the only women you could ever claim to have loved. Why must you choose? Why must you lose one in favour of another? It hurt, more than you remembered hurting before as you attempted to unpick the knots of dread from your stomach. To lose either of them had once been unfathomable to you.

They had both claimed your heart as their own, at one time or another. You had history with Darla, that was hard to leave in the past. But you had a future with Faith, or at least the excitement of what could be.

Darla:

You paused, this decision it meant something. It was pivotal, you were sure of it. You looked in Darla’s eyes. She was everything. She had shown you immortality, shown you passion and pain and in those quiet moments, where only you two existed, she showed you love.

“Faith… I-I’m so sorry” You said quietly, looking at the ground. You couldn’t help it. Darla had this draw that you had never been able to escape. Never wanted to. It didn’t mean your feelings hadn’t been true for Faith, they just could never burn as bright.

“You’re kiddin’, right?”

“We’ve been pretending for months now, we’re not happy…” You said softly, not entirely true, but you were at a loss to explain how you had chosen so easily. That this is what it felt like compared to Darla being in your life (un-life, whatever).

“And you and blood-for-brains are happy, huh?”

“It’s Darla, it’s always been Darla. I’m sorry… she’s my sire…”

“Looks like this is goodbye, Slayer. Have a nice, short life” Darla laughed, a sound you had always adored. Though you couldn’t match her smile, you had hurt Faith and you knew you would probably regret it for the rest of your unlife.

But this was Darla.

You loved Darla, you always had. From the very moment you had set eyes on her you had known. Just as she had when she had sired you. Faith left but your eyes were only on Darla. You were mesmerised by her, taken by her just as you had been that final day of your life.

Where she had claimed you as her own. That claim, staked in your heart firmer than any carved from wood. She had loved you when you had been weak, unlovable. And she had loved you, when you were strong able to bring whole civilisations to their knees.

She was cold, calculating and sometimes completely unpredictable. But, God, did you love every minute of it. Darla wrapped a manicured hand around your waist, curling up your chest as she locked eyes with Faith. Humour dancing in them as she watched to see what the Slayer would do.

She laughed out loud when Faith just stood there, motionless. You whispered to Darla, pressing a kiss in the soft skin behind her ear. You wanted to leave now. Darla nodded, taking your hand firmly in hers, the grip so tight if you had been human she would have crushed every bone in your hand.

She squeezed firmly, gripping you as if she was concerned you may suddenly change your mind and run back towards the Slayer. She knew you, she knew how indecisive you could be. How you had been through this little phase of doing good deeds. She even heard from someone you had thought about getting a soul.

Faith just stood there, watching you leave, her eyes misting and her fists balled. You dropped your eye contact, unable to look at her upset like that and followed Darla outside into the night.

You didn’t even get chance to take an unneeded breath, immediately, once you were away from the bar, Darla pressed you against the nearest alleyway, hungrily kissing you, tasting you as if you were her last meal. It reminded you of that first time. The night she sired you.

The wild look in her eyes told you she felt it too. Her hands roaming your form, her grip firm as she told you everything she had never did through words. The rough brick of the wall scraped against your back, but you barely felt it. All you felt was the way her body demanded yours. She was near desperate, you knew just how much this meant.

Darla kissed sloppily along your jaw, trailing her raw need for you as she pressed wild kisses against your neck. Her face changed, the frenzied exchange would have made you breathless, your head dizzy and your heart pound. If you were still living, that is. But truly? With Darla, with the love of your life, you had never felt more alive.

Her teeth sank into your neck, marking over the scar that was already there, claiming you once more. Wanting you to stay by her side for another century. Who knew she was such a romantic?

 Faith:

You paused, this decision meant something. It would change the course of your love-live perhaps forever. You looked at Darla and you knew. You had always known that it had to end between you. It had been fun, meeting up and having brilliant sex. And somewhere, deep, deep down you would always cherish some of the good times. But it had never been enough for you, you had wanted softness and love. Real love and with Faith, that’s what you had found. Faith could put up a front but within, she could be incredibly sweet with you. Caring in her way. With Darla, you had never known where you stood.

“Darla… I can’t do this anymore. I’m in love with Faith and I’m happy. I’m finally happy” You said softly, stepping forwards to stand by Faith’s side. You had never said this before, Faith’s surprise was visible. As was Darla’s.

You had never told Darla you loved her. You slid your hand in Faith’s, lacing your fingers and squeezing her and hoping she felt the same. You felt a release as soon as you said it. You had wanted to tell Faith how you felt for so long and you had been holding onto these stale feelings for a long time and you had finally let go.

The tension in Faith’s shoulders relaxed as you said it until Darla moved as if to launch herself at the pair of you before she straightened up, deciding that it wasn’t worth it. She would take her aggression out elsewhere. She stared at you for longer than she would ever admit before she nodded and turned to leave. It was more painful than a fight could have ever been. For both of you. She didn’t look back and you knew that would be the last time. Perhaps you would see her again, but never in the way you used to.

When Darla left, you turned to Faith and brought her to sit with you in a booth at the back of the bar. You needed to explain yourself. She hadn’t moved her hand from yours and she didn’t appear to be mad in anyway but she hadn’t spoken and you still wanted to. You held her hand from across the table, explaining everything. From your siring right up to the hour previous when you had both stood in front of Darla.

Now, Faith wouldn’t ever admit it but she had began to feel insecure. She had opened up to you more than she had with anyone. She was scared that she wasn’t enough.

“Didn’t have to say that”

“What? That I love you? But it’s true” You said softly, your hand moving so that you could caress her cheek, the tenderness made her eyes mist. She had never felt anything like it.

“You mean that?”

“More than I’ve ever loved another and I’ve been around for longer than I like to admit” You smiled softly. She immediately leaned in, crashing her lips to yours. She struggled to express her feelings, she wouldn’t be able to tell you how much she loved you for a little while after that. But you were content with the way she showed you.

Her thumb slid rubbed your jaw, pressing you ever closer as she moved against you. You could have been anywhere and it wouldn’t have mattered. You loved each other and you had cemented it in public. Your hands tangled in her hair, your lips numb with the force that she had kissed you. With the feelings that were so easily expressed with a mere movement of her lips against yours.

It was you. It had always been you. You would explain one night, sharing a bed and talking about your pasts what a big deal you choosing her truly was. But Faith felt it. She loved you so deeply.

You broke apart, she was panting, her eyes locked with yours. You could get lost in those eyes. She grinned, taking you by the wrist and leading you out of the bar. She couldn’t fucking wait to get you home.

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[biribaa]

My name is Biriba, or just Writer Computer, it/it's :P. And as you can see I am a computer that writes x reader fanfics for specific fandoms. I'm a minor and brazilian.

Pronouns page(PT/BR)

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This is my masterlist

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I can write fluff, yandere, angst and platonic or family related oneshots. I promise to put trigger warnings for the angst and yandere ones

Here's the list of the fandoms I can write for:

Stray

Faith

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Inscryption

The Stanley Parable

Electric Dreams

Tau

Brawl Stars

Doors

Madness Combat

No Straight Roads

Will You Snail?

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

Splatoon(Tartar only)

The Mitchells vs The Machines

Pinocchio Guillermo Del Toro(No pinocchio pls)

SCP Foundation

2001: Space Odyssey

Ordem Paranormal(Gosto mais de escrever sobre os monstros/qualquer personagem não humano)

Mandela Catalogue(No Gabriel request pls)

Skullgirls

The Little Brave Toaster

Awful Hospital Seriously The Worst Ever

Tower Heroes

Billie Bust Up

The Amazing Digital Circus

Playtime with Percy

Regretevator

Zardy's Maze

I get more excited for AI/robot requests :)

Smut, of course, I'm a minor and even if I wasn't I'm not at all good with human anatomy. Any incest or pedo or any disgusting things, you got it. Age up child characters(age up a child still means you're attracted by the child).

Boyfriends webtoon fans, toxic DSMP fans, proshippers, Genshin Impact fans, anti-objectum people.

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[hxney-lemcn]

Not Today Satan — John Ward x gn! reader

summary: Being a paranormal investigator was just a hobby. So coming face to face with a demon and a priest wasn't what you expected.

tw: Spoilers for chapter 3. Nothing that isn't in the game.

a/n: Inspired by this fic, go read that as well!

wc: 1.3k

Master List

I sighed heavily as I inspected the broken window. I can’t believe I was actually about to do this. I was a paranormal investigator. It was a hobby of mine, but I’ve never broken into an abandoned building that was being guarded by a cop. I checked my bag one more time, making sure my recording device and camera were still tucked in snugly. 

Footsteps sounded from behind me and I quickly turned around. A man wearing a clergy color in all black was walking towards my direction. I tensed, unsure of his motivations. I glanced at the window once more, deeming it safe enough to jump through if need be.

“Hello,” He spoke up. “What are you doing here?” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied stiffly. I looked around, hoping this wasn’t a set up of any kind.

“I’m here to investigate,” He replied. 

“I’m here for the same thing,” I confessed. “How about we work together?”

“No,” The brunette denied immediately. “You should go home.”

I shrugged, “Well I’m going in there with or without you.”

The man shook his head, “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

“I will soon,” I grinned mischievously. I then entered the abandoned clinic, trying my hardest to avoid any broken glass. An immediate feeling of dread washed over me as I took in my surroundings. Instant regret was all I felt, cursing myself for my weird hobbies. This place better not be where I die I swear to God. I jumped slightly forgetting that a supposed priest was currently with me. 

“You were right,” I muttered in disdain. “I should’ve just gone home.”

“There’s still a chance,” He gestured to the window. 

“And leave you alone in this hell hole?” I asked incredulously. “No way. We’re in this together now. I’m (y/n) by the way.”

Nodding in acceptance he replied, “I’m John. I would say nice to meet you but this isn’t the nicest of circumstances.”

I smiled a little at the joke and nodded, “Agreed.” 

We looked around the front area in silence. There was a note that John picked up. I let him read it while I kept an eye out. For what? I wasn’t completely sure. I just felt like something was watching us. It didn’t help that gurney’s currently surrounded us. We went past the reception desk into a hallway. There seemed to be pictures on the ground and I picked up the one closest to me. It was an ultrasound photo. I flipped it over but found nothing interesting. I went to the next photo on the ground and felt uneasy once more. The baby in this ultrasound looked more animalistic with pointy ears and claws. I glanced at John over my shoulder, but his face was blank. A third photo was hidden behind the counter that was in the middle of the room. I hesitantly picked up the last photo and felt my stomach churn and my skin crawl. The claws were larger and the image seemed warped. 

“How are you so calm about this?” I asked in disbelief. This entire time, John’s expression hadn’t changed. 

“I’ve seen horrors that no man should see,” He spoke solemnly. His reaction made me even more on edge than I already was. 

I pursed my lips, “Cool.” I put the picture back where I found it. It could be evidence for the supernatural…but I felt that if I took it with me, I’d carry something I’d rather avoid.

We walked to the left since the only door was boarded up. There was a strange symbol on the wall as we walked past and I couldn’t help but look behind me. I saw something in the corner of my eye, but that might just be my brain playing tricks on me. I fished my camera out of my bag, taking a picture of the symbol and running to catch up with John who was already around the corner. 

“Somebody dropped their crowbar here,” John muttered, picking up a rusty looking crowbar. We walked back towards the room that held the cursed photos, and I grabbed John’s arm to stop him from going to the door. 

“I don’t think we should go in there,” I spoke out. 

John turned back to me and I knew my fear was plastered on my face. Typically I loved an exploration, but this place left a bad taste in my mouth. I knew my limits, and my gut was telling me to run. He nodded, and I led us back up to the reception room, only for a monster that I can’t even describe ran out and latched onto John, dragging him back. My fight or flight kicked in, and my reaction happened to be to freeze. 

Struggling against the demon, John shouted out, “Hide! I can take care of myself.”

I nodded shakily, running to the reception desk once they were out of sight, I quickly ducked under and held my legs close to my chest. I took in deep breaths, trying to stop myself from hyperventilating. I shut my eyes, trying to calm myself down. My senses were on high alert, listening to every little crunch, breeze, and car that passed by.

That’s right! There’s a cop staking out the front! All I can do is hope he’s still there. I slowly poked my head out from under the desk. I looked around and the coast seemed to be clear. I spent no time dashing to the broken window and hauling ass out. Running up to the front of the clinic, I was panting heavily.

“Help!” I cried out, gaining the cops attention.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at me with slight disdain. He must’ve remembered me passing by him before.

“The…” I panted. “The priest. He’s been…I don’t even know. Something’s got him. You need to help.”

“Lead the way,” The cop agreed, and I was surprised how quickly he believed me. 

“Thank you,” I said gratefully. I led him through the fence and to the broken window. We entered the building and I led him to the room that held the photographs. I noticed the previous door that was barricaded was now open. I pointed to the door.

“Wait here,” The cop stated gruffly, walking down the stairs slowly. I waited with baited breath for them to come up the stairs. I could only hope that the priest wasn’t torn to shreds currently. I let out a strained laugh as the two came up the stairs unscathed. 

“Oh thank God you’re okay,” I said happily. I rushed over to John, double checking just in case he was hurt. 

“I’m alright,” He reassured. I nodded in relief. Then he led us towards the exit. 

“I’m gonna need your crowbar, preacher,” The cop said as we got closer to the front door. 

The demon from before popped out of nowhere, going after John once more. 

“Jesus Christ, what is that thing?” The cop shouted. The cop began to shoot at it as John raised his crucifix, which seemed to do some damage. I tried to keep out of the way, not wanting to figure out what that thing will do to me if I get too close. After a few grueling minutes, the cop managed to shoot it dead. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here!” I cried out, rushing towards the main door. John tore down the wooden planks before opening the front door, letting us out. 

We all rushed out, only to see that the cop’s car was being set on fire by people painted in red. The cop chased after them. All I could think about was how I needed to get the hell outta here. I stopped in my tracks, looking back towards the priest named John.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through, or what you’re going to go through,” I spoke out. “But I give you kudos if that wasn’t the worst you’ve been through. I respect you John, I just want to wish you luck on your journey.”

“Thank you,” John replied. “I’m going to need it.”

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[faith369]

Just imagine calling Price daddy as a joke but it kinda backfires

Pairing: Captain John Price x fem!reader

Warnings: p in v, mdni, nsfw, condescending (slight), daddy kink

Price, who glared your way the second he heard you calling him daddy, shaking his head slightly but writing it off as a one time joke, while trying to ignore the twitching inside his pants. He is however quick to realize that it is not a one time event and has to take a deep breath as you walk around with a grin plastered on your face every time you use his now least favorite nickname. He isnt even that old.

Price, who walks around with a raging boner in his pants while on base, thinking about you moaning the word he dismays so much, while stuffing your pussy.

Price, who gets fed up and bends you over the counter after you use the nickname again. Grinding his clothed bulge against your dripping cunt after he pulled down your pants. His voice sounds gruff behind you.

"Not as confident now, huh? My poor baby can't even talk anymore. Hmm, don't worry, daddy's going to take care of you"

You whine, wanting more friction, and John eagerly gives in, freeing his leaking cock from his jeans ramming it into your tight heat while his hands slip under your shirt, groping your breasts.

"Come on, be good say it again; then I'll help you."

The second he hears the word out of your mouth, he starts pounding into you, drawing moans from you. He ignores any pleas to slow down out of overstimulation and instead lets one of his hands move to your clit, making you clench around him.

Price, who pulls out, not letting you reach your orgasm, leaves your aching cunt empty except for his cum.

"Stop whining, that's what happens when you're a naughty girl"

A/N: Im bacccckkk big sorry for nor writing I was kinda in a slump anyways requests are open and happy to be answered <333

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[ashersanity]

Know some people have already done this, but I just had to jump in on the train cuz I’m a sucker for yanderes, especially fem ones, like yeah, please tie me up in your fucking basement and call me your boy. I will instantly melt on the spot.

LI’s as YANDERES

asher style, of course.

you already know the drill, there’s gon be loads of cw! for this one since it’s fucking YANDERES!

content warning! dub-con at best, non-con at worst, manipulation, typical gaslighting, abusive and possessive behaviour, mentions of violence, it gets bloody too, knife play, stalking, somniphilia, y’know, all that yandere shit.

pc and LI’s are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise. still included kylar, some of these are soft and cute, some of these are just straight up gross.

this is long. i hope you like long things.. that sounded wrong.

Robin

“I-I’m your first? You saved yourself for me?? Hah, I don’t deserve something so special. Thank you..”

yandere type : two-faced, manipulative, overprotective

Doesn’t show it, trained smile on their face whenever Kylar slots in between the two of you at the cafeteria even if Robin is internally holding themselves back from reaching behind the freak and pulling you in closer instead. Just know that if you kiss Kylar in front of them in that one scene, they’re not running away in tears, they’re internally seething and rushing to the bathroom to calm themselves down unless they wanna accidentally break the loner’s face like Whitney did. (Yeah, Robin is violent under extreme circumstances. Saw that damn brothel scene? Yandere! Robin is even worse)

Gives you the impression of someone cheerful and kind, always well-intentioned since they want the best for you after all! You don’t even get to see the way their eyes flicker and narrow behind your back, holding themselves back each and every time they see you with either Whitney, Kylar or Sydney. Would absolutely lose their shit if they knew the things you do with Bailey in their office in return for an extra day before payment is due.

Breath shaky as they stare at your lips touching the cup, sipping at their homemade lemonade, not even noticing their eyes drilling a hole right into your pretty face. Quickly claims they need to go to high street to get some more ice, all the while bringing the cup you just used with them. Locking themselves in one of the stall in the changing rooms, licking and sucking at the humid lip stains you left on the glass, free hand busy between their legs.

Robin really can’t help themselves around you, sneaking into your room at night, quiet footsteps tiptoeing to your bed, watching your peaceful face, fast asleep. Trailing a finger over your lips, utterly entranced. Started with quick kiss to your neck, collarbone, lips. Now they’re touching themselves to you, hands in their pajama bottoms, soft, wet noises of the orphan‘s genitals being stroked. High confidence!Robin doesn’t hesitate to cum/messily squirt all over you, smearing the fluids across your lips before sealing it with a kiss. Makes sure to clean it up after though, can’t ruin their perfect, innocent image!

Voluntarily puts themselves in dangerous situations, wether it be through Bailey’s punishments, off to the docks or something as simple as getting picked on at the cafeteria. They know you’ll come for them, save and protect them from the danger, won’t you? You always do, you’re their savior, Robin’s protector.. And for that, they’ll never let you go.

Whitney

“..Let me remind you who fucking owns you. Cmon, I want to hear you squeal, bitch!”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, impulsive

Didn’t even mean to get that attached to you in the first place, but when they saw the way your lips would curl up into that fucking smile, chatting away with Robin at lunch or the stupid freak— Dammit, it’s like Whitney snapped, forcing you to sit at their table, comfortably seated on their lap with their cronies surrounding you. Looks like you’re eating lunch with the bully forever from now on. You don’t got a choice in the matter, slut.

Don’t even try to fight back against them too, you’ll just rile the delinquent up further, visible outline of their hard cock/wet pussy in their pants/beneath their long school skirt as you kick at their stomach, only for them to grasp at your wrists and pin you down. If you do win the fight by pure chance or strength, just know they’re running off to the bathroom to jerk/finger themselves silly, using your own blood as lube (haha, hot.) Licks away at the bloodied mess you left on their knuckles too, smearing it across their lips to savor. they do that little finger sucking thing at the end to really get all that blood inside their system.

Oh? Whitney catches one of their friend hitting you/trying to get a taste of you? They’re not the only one getting punished, you’re getting punished too, bitch. Your fault for being so tempting around others and they’ll make it your own fucking problem. Don’t even try to worm yourself out of it cuz they’ll be waiting at the school gates, dark look on their face, bloodied sneakers from dealing with that one friend that didn’t listen. Expect the roughest anal fucking of your life along with having their cock/strap-on deep down your throat. Even better if you have a dick, you’re getting both, cock/strap-on up your ass and yours in their own, milking you dry for all you’re worth.

Will force a collar around your neck along with a leash that they pull at during sex. Better than your shitty hair since it leaves bruises right on that tender skin they like to sink their fangs into, dragging you around for the whole town to see. Publicly fucks you at the park with nothing but the collar on, telling you to take it well, show everyone what a whore you are for them. Enjoys inflicting pain on you through biting, marking or spanking, relishes in the pained sounds that come out of your mouth. Loudly refers to you as their pet, wants everyone to know you personally as “Whitney’s pet” first and foremost before even knowing your damn name.

Purposely marks you in every way possible that they can think of, leaving hickeys and bite marks over your neck and thighs, making sure your collar is just a tad bit open to expose the bruised skin underneath. Shit, they’ll tattoo their goddamn name right on your chest, rough hand beneath your shirt, tracing the lettering of their own name with a satisfied smirk on their face. Now everyone will know that you belong to them, Whitney’s property, their slut.

Kylar

“M-My love! We were meant for each other all along! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!”

yandere type : obsessive, clingy, delusional

Already has a shrine ready for you, dedicated to their one and only beloved, hell, they even went to the tailor to get the perfect size for your suit/dress. How does Kylar know your exact measurements?? Um, don’t ask them! It was by pure chance, just a lucky guess, of course! Maybe they did sneak in at night through the window, somehow not encountering Robin in the middle of their weird session, gliding their small hands over your sleeping form with measuring tape ready.

Goes through your closet when you’re not at the orphanage, stealing and taking in all the underwear that they can find, even goes through the dirty laundry. Yeah, your fucking dirty laundry, making sure they got everything. Now they have your own personal scent with them 24/7, rubbing the fabric of your undergarments against their sex, melding your fluids together, spits right in the middle where it connects with your crotch. Slips it inside your closet once more, hard erection/moistened cunt in their pants/skirt once they force you to wear it, their saliva touching your genitals.

Just as Whitney likes to mark their property, so does Kylar, tracing the silver over your tender flesh, ready to sink in and draw blood, carve their name right where it should be. Maybe they do it while you’re sleeping even! Awakening to a nice, old surprise of your beloved darling’s name etched into your skin, dry blood cleanly licked away, lapped up by the loner’s tongue. Now, no pervert or whore shall try a thing unless you want a dead corpse at your feet, Kylar’s proud smile and expectant gaze on you. Like a cat that killed its prey for its master.

Why did you wake up all sweaty and warm..? Um, don’t ask Kylar, they wouldn’t know! Not like they slip in beneath the covers with you at night, lowering themselves down to your hips before pulling down the waistband of your pajamas unless you’re sleeping naked? In this town? Either way, they’re burying their face in your crotch, messily slurping and sucking away at your genitals, relishing in the taste of your flesh in their mouth. Does a show of swallowing it all, moving their pink tongue across your parted lips and slipping in.

Remember how you sent them to prison? Yeah? Thought it was over and everything, huh? Kylar now forever gone from your life, not having to deal with that persistent freak anymore, that was the plan.. Obviously fucking not, a disheveled looking Kylar breaking into your room in the middle of the night, still in their prison uniform, dark fringe over their eyes, unable to hide the maddened lust in them. Idiot, you really thought you could get rid of them?? No, of course not! Kylar is here to stay, stay forever and they’ll make sure you know you’re theirs, fucking your face into the mattress with their fat cock/strap-on, imprinting themselves into your skin. You’re theirs now. Forever.

Pure Sydney

“We.. we did it.. I’m so happy.. This means we’re bound together forever from now on.. right?”

yandere type : harmless?, worshipping, overprotective

Harmless? Well, not exactly, Sydney doesn’t even know themselves about their own behaviour, eyes framed behind glasses, always glancing back at the library entrance and waiting for your arrival. After all, they love to see your face in the morning, it brightens up their day, puts a smile on their face, humming a tune to themselves. Maybe they do clutch at the pages of the book they’re holding a little too hard if they see you sit at Kylar’s table instead.. Sinking feeling in their pit of the stomach, clenching teeth. Snaps out of it, confused as to why.

Solely believes that you’re an angel, someone gifted by God, fallen from heaven. You’re perfect after all! Devoid of flaws and if there are some, they’re unable to see it, lovingly gazing at your praying face at the temple in a tender manner. If someone proves otherwise, like those filthy edited pictures they find of you sometimes, they brush it off, it can’t be true. You’re perfect. Utterly perfect, only deserving of the purest of people and Sydney is ready to fill that role, they’re the only ones worthy of it after all!

Absolutely snaps if they ever see a temple initiate or nun’s wandering hand reaching for your behind, smacks it away, red in the face. Now they’re creating a scene right in front of you, shouting and reprimanding the other for that, but no, it isn’t enough for Sydney, honestly. Willing to lie if it’s for you, obviously you didn’t ask for it, you never did, though they’re still going to Jordan, demanding punishment on the filthy sinner for having laid their hands on you. No sick bastard or bitch should ever look your way, only Sydney.

Asks a few too many questions to Sirris about you, the science teacher already picking up on their little crush, teasing poor little Syd about it and they’re blushing furiously now, completely denying it. God, they really should’ve never brought it up, yet they can’t help themselves, constantly asking about you to their parent, wondering how you’re doing in class.. Are there any students harassing you..? In the library? In the hallways? Has Whitney set their sights on you? Don’t worry, Sydney will take care of them. just involves them tattle-telling to Leighton pft

Maybe they do let you quietly drag them to the prayer room, knowing they shouldn’t, but it’s you, you that they can’t deny, never could. Maybe they do reciprocate the kiss, amber eyes fluttering shut, arms keeping you in their grasp. This must be a dream, must be and it isn’t. Pasts the point of no return, breaking their chasity vow for you and you only. Is exhilarated once they find out that you were also a virgin, meaning you both shared this special moment together with them. Now you’re bound to each other! As one.

Corrupted Sydney

“You did it. You defiled me at last. We belong to each other, now and forever!”

yandere type : worshipping, manipulative, overprotective

Much more self-aware in their behaviour now that you’ve opened up their eyes to sin and lust, and y’know what? Do they feel shameful? Absolutely not, they’re not praying to damn anything, not begging for salvation because it’s only right for a lover to be protective over their darling, hm? At least, they use that as an excuse to mark your skin as theirs, purposely leaving their name or cheesy pet names on your forearms or neck, rolled up sleeve or unbuttoned collar to show off their masterpiece to other students.

A lot more assertive and teasing with Kylar. Their childhood friend wants to play that game? Sure, they can do the same, casually swinging an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in closer. Watching on with a smirk on their face as the loner silently seethes into their seat, shooting them a cold glare. Sydney’s obviously undeterred, even going so far as to pull you into a kiss right in front of the other. Yeah, they’re fucking petty like that, eyeing up the freak’s expression as it slowly morphs from one of disbelief to horror. Doesn’t even feel bad if Kylar scurries away in tears, you’re theirs after all, aren’t you? It’s only their right to prove it so.

Amber eyes darkening as they see you with a customer at the sex shop, shamelessly flirting with you at the counter. Quickly pulls you aside, calling out to their parent that you and them are taking a short break. The short break? Involves punishment and marking, if that pesky shit doesn’t understand that you belong to Sydney then they’ll make sure to be more direct about it, tying you up, ball gag in your mouth, uselessly drooling away. Now you’re bent over on their lap, spanking your reddened bum, each slap for every pervert that eyed you up at work. Makes sure you’re left to limp back at the counter, ass stinging and burning, hoping you learnt your lesson.

By god, do not ever break your vow and let the temple find out, Sydney will know, will know that it’s not them. The temple’s punishment on its own won’t be enough, no, they’re also personally making sure you’re never touched by anyone else, but them ever again. Face pressed up against the wooden wall, forced in this uncomfortable position in the tight confines of the confessionary, hissed breath telling you to shut up while they fuck you with their cock/strap-on or riding your cock. Genuinely wants to hear a few slip ups on your part, clueless initiate coming in to confess their sins, a grin across Sydney’s pretty features as they listen to your hitched breaths, struggling to speak.

That one scene where they’re slowly trailing their red marker up your arm, pausing upon seeing Whitney’s tattoo on your shoulder, simply frowning and turning away. Yeah? Yandere! Sydney isn’t just frowning, no, they’re fucking pissed, a scowl creeping up to their face, asking you what the fuck that’s doing there. Stuttering back a reply, unsure how to respond to that. How exactly are you supposed to explain your bully’s name permanently etched into your flesh? Palm placed on your head, pushing you down, making sure the librarian isn’t nearby to see. Now you better be begging for forgiveness on your knees, mouth busy pleasuring their sex with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over your flushed cheeks. Filthy sinner, this will be the only time Sydney’s ever visiting Harper for a tattoo removal.

Masterlist

Now I wanna see Yandere! Whitney vs Yan! C!Syd.

Who wins? My bets are on Syd because I fucking said so. The bully would be way too hot-headed, gets provoked too easily whereas the other is able to keep their cool, a bit more than Whitney. Plus Syd has the advantage of being a shameless masochist, would probably be moaning if they get punched, catching the delinquent off guard.

Coming up next, Yandere! Whitney specifically.

yandere! whitney

yandere! harper

yandere! bailey

yandere! shady bastards

yandere! remy

also thanks to @saint700 for the whitney line, it goes hard, hard like my c—

[END OF POST]

#sydney rocks whitneys shit #easily solos them in a 1v1 #dol #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #asher writes

[five-bi-five-mind]

One-Shots:

Killer & The Sound 

Starving nsfw

Corruptible nsfw

Disclaimer: every fic I write is generally post season 7 of BTVS. I will not write Season 3 Faith.

#faith lehane #faith lehane x reader #faith x reader #faith x you #btvs fic #faith lehane imagine #five-bi-five-mind

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Gary and John head cannons x an overly chill high ranking demon lord.

Garry doesn't know how he summoned the reader, but is instantly feeling "on a scale from one to ten, my friend, you're fucked!"

The reader is of a drastically higher rank in hell, and the only reason why they were summoned was cause "why not?"

Gary cannot bring himself to boss around the reader cause he thinks he'll get killed, or worse, turned into the reader's personal play thing, but na. Reader was bored, and likes giving demons of lesser power severe anxiety.

When reader meets John, they're barely effected by the cross, and only slightly annoyed by the pain of the exorcism. Beyond telling him to scram, reader doesn't even attack. They're just glad to be out of hell, chilling.

Gary Miller

He was getting frustrated with John vanquishing so many demons

So he pulls out all the stops, sacrificing a thrall or two (or ten) to bring about a stronger demon to further weaken his faith.

However, Gary accidentally summons one who's a bit TOO powerful for the cult to contain: you, a demon overlord leagues above his rank.

"Astaroth, what a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Suddenly he feels like he made a huge mistake considering your reputation in Hell.

Your power easily surpassed his own, and he fears what you'd do if he explained why he called upon you..or found out that he never intended to do that at all.

The worst case scenario? You killed him and decide to rule the EOSD as your own cult.

An even worse scenario? He became your "pet" and you force him to watch you take over his mission.

Either one is horrible, so he tries making up an excuse to justify the ritual.

"Your Wickedness, there is a man..a holy man who stands in the way of our great plan. His faith is in shambles, but he is persistent and-"

"So you thought wasting my time was the best course of action?" You huff, tapping your foot. "Huh, and I was starting to like you, too...but now you just sound pitiful and desperate. You couldn't kill this one man yourself?"

He kneels, hands raised to you in a show of complete submission, completely terrified. "No, we can easily handle him, I...I just thought you would like to partake in the Profane Sabbath after we DO kill him and-"

"Woah, slow down there, Azzy...no need to look so petrified." You laugh gently, which confuses him. "Not many have been able to replicate my summoning ritual as well as you did...so well done. I needed the vacation from Hell, anyways. Now rise."

He gets up, wondering why you did a total 180.....until he remembers you just got power-trips from time to time.

You always liked to playfully threaten lesser demons out of pure boredom, but never actually acted on those threats.

So to realize you fooled him, too, left Gary extremely humbled.

Still, he's willing to whatever you say and he won't give you orders.

And he sure as hell will make sure no cult member tries bossing you around (even though you won't kill any of them).

John Ward

You showed up one night while he's wandering the forest, reminiscing over his failures to save Amy and what he could have done differently that night....

And you put the fear of fucking satan into this poor man just by standing near a tree, not even doing anything.

Even so, he freaks out upon recognizing you as a demonic overlord, holding up his cross with two shaking hands.

He didn't know why the lord was testing him so much..he had absolutely 0 strength to combat a demon of your status. But still, he tries exorcising you.

"Father, you should know that it only feels like a small itch to me."

"....wh-what?"

"Yes, we'll be here all day if you keep doing that-"

"Then I will stand here all day if I must!" He shouts despite the tremble in his voice, refusing to put down that silly stick as if it's gonna suddenly become golden again.

But it's still copper, barely inflicting any pain on you.

'And Astaroth says this is the man who's disrupting his mission?'

"I will not surrender. My faith is not weak!"

"You're right, it's not. But my tough skin cannot be easily penetrated by exorcisms. If anything, you're only annoying me more. So it would be wise to stop doing that."

Surprisingly, John listens after careful consideration, exhausted and almost in tears. He thought you were going to kill him or punish him for trying something as stupid as challenging an overlord.

Maybe you were sent to him as punishment for-

"All I ask of you, John Ward, is that you leave me be. I was just admiring the Earth's forests." You pat a tree trunk. "I suppose God did a few things right. Hate to see these beauties wither away into nothingness.."

Although he's shellshocked that you, a demon, would spare his life, he's quick to scurry back to his sedan.

He hasn't seen you since, and he thanks whoever intervened from above that he got away from you.

#clanask #anonymous #faith game x reader #faith x reader #faith the unholy trinity x reader #gary miller #gary miller x reader #john ward #john ward x reader #demon reader #headcanons #platonic

[norrisleclercf1]

I need to know what the sleeping arrangement is I just know that Charles is a clinger when he sleeps like he has to be touching you and Seb and if he’s not touching either of you he’s sleeping on top of you lt just seems fitting and I can’t explain why

*sound of me cracking my fingers*

Okay, this is the only way, and the only way I will accept this and I literally talked about this with Mar @percervall. Now, you tend to slep in the boys shirts, doesn't matter the length you're wearing it and sleeping in it. Charles like to sleep in only his boxer briefs, yes boxer briefs shut up, he screams that. Sebastian is the one to sleep in old t-shirts and boxers. That's what you all wear to bed,

nowww when it comes to sleeping arrangements, Charles is very much the sleeping between you two. He used to sleep behind you and have you and sebby pulled into his arms, but he kept stealing the covers and the only way to stop him from doing it was placing him in the middle, which he was very happy with.

Seb isn't a clinger, tends to keep to his side while you're a mix, sometimes waking up in their arms or just curled into yourself sleeping peacefully. Charles on the other hand is a wild sleeper. Charles is obsessed with sleeping with his head either on your chests or your stomachs. He especially loves sleeping on your chest and with Sebastian he loves sleeping on his stomach.

He doesn't know what it is, but if he gets the opportunity to nap or sleep on Seb's stomach he's going too. Literally caused a fight once when you were cuddling on Seb and head resting on his stomach, Charles came back from a rough day wanting to cuddle Sebastian, but you refused to move and ooof it was a stupid fight but it got messy quick.

Anyways, Seb isn't a clinger but he's dating one and yeah he might hate waking up hot as hell but the sight of you or Charles comfortable and safe with him makes him feel better. You are a rather calm sleeper unless your not but Charles is the one you both have to be careful of, and I got carried away with this

#faith moot #charles leclerc blurb #sebastian vettel blurb #charles leclerc x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #f1 x reader #poly!sebcharl #poly!f1

[yeyinde]

devoured midnight mass and now i can't stop thinking about a Price-Priest au for some reason, but like:

he's a good leader. a pillar. but you keep making him question his faith, his morality. he clenches the rosary so tight in his fist whenever you come into the confessional that it leaves permanent marks on his palms. fresh wounds on his back from self-flagellation. hides in the confessional for days, muttering miserere to himself, acts of contrition. he's fully convinced you were put on this earth to tempt him. lead him into damnation.

you become his ultimate Test. he has to save you. has to. but you keep driving him mad until he breaks. bends you over the pulpit and fucks you in a house of god, consumed by his own downfall. all wicked, bastardised religion. the grievous weight of lust crushing him until he's broken in your hands. now a wrecked, wretched man in search of absolution that he decides can only be given to him by you. thinking along the lines of corrupted salvation. that slow crawl to unhinged, obsessive devotion. madness, honestly.

he's a zealot; you're the sanctuary that will save him. no matter what. after all, god made you just for him.

(except that god has fangs and eats flesh.)

#and i think it would be so so funny if you were just Some Dude #lmao like just a Regular Person Going to Church and all of a sudden #you have Price clawing his eyes out of his head so he isnt tempted to look at you lustfully anymore #john price x reader #i kinda like this idea #but I'm also so deep down this polluted faith rabbithole that i can no longer see the light of day any longer

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bad Faith Part One

Masterlist | Part Two

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Rating: Mature (Part 2 will likely be explicit)

Notes: Not beta-read because when is it ever. Welcome to part one of two!

There will ONLY be two parts! If you ask me at the end of part two where part three is, I'm going to point you back to this notes section!

If you asked me where part three is and you've been linked here, hi!

Length: 8k

Warnings: Angst. Angst angst angst angst; reader is going through a divorce; Reader's married surname is Hayward; unhealthy coping mechanisms; lovers to enemies to allies to lovers....did I mention angst by any chance? Cause—

Summary: There were so many resources about Steven Hayward from the last decade—interviews, profiles, filings. In all of them, Steven came off as a self-assured, cocky, pompous asshat, but a decent strategist. Those same profiles had described Mrs. Hayward as the trophy wife, the little woman behind the man, tending to the arrangements for their multi-million, 3,000 square foot penthouse overlooking Central Park. For as much as Harvey had forced himself to forget about her, he couldn’t forget her spirit, her determination, her desire to build a life, not to be handed one. None of the credit was given to her. None of the glory, none of the acknowledgement of what Harvey was certain were her blood, sweat and tears in that man’s holdings. 

The tears that she had seemed set to shed in his office were all the indication that Harvey needed.

It was a long, harrowing moment of silence as Jessica processed all that you’d told her. You fought not to sniffle into the quiet, but your eyes had steadily been leaking tears for the last twenty minutes. Jessica finally stood from her armchair, patting you on the knee and murmuring, “You need a drink.” 

You spluttered a weak laugh, watching her stride over to her luxe kitchen. 

“Gin and tonic?”  

“I would drink the gin straight at that point," You failed to tease.

“Things aren’t all that desperate yet.” 

Yet. How reassuring.

You looked down at the damp, crumpled tissues in your hand before you raised one, dabbing at the few remaining tears. It was another few moments before you heard the click of Jessica’s heels crossing back to you. 

“...Thanks for holding back.” 

She frowned as you looked up at her, taking hold of the glass that she proffered. 

“Holding back?” 

“The I told you so.” 

Jessica’s lips pursed, her head tipping with what you could only assume was a blend of indignance and pity. 

“I did, for the record.” 

“I know.” 

“I told you nothing good could come from tangling your entire life up with that man.” 

“You know, I think those were the exact words that you closed your toast out with at the wedding.” You took a swig, wincing at the overwhelming tang of gin. “Christ, that’s strong.” 

“Too much?” 

“No. It’s perfect, actually.” 

Jessica smiled, lowering herself to sit beside you. 

“Do you have lawyers in mind?” 

“For the divorce? No.” 

“I’ll give you recommendations.” 

“I appreciate that, but that’s not why I’m here.” You glanced doggedly toward Jessica. “I need your help…Untangling a few holdings. Things that I can live off of, or break apart and sell for scraps. I can’t even afford a divorce lawyer right now—let alone whoever you’d suggest.” 

“What?” 

“Steven locked all of my credit cards and froze our joint bank account. I tried reaching out to him, but he won't answer me, and the bank won’t unfreeze it. He seems to think that I’m going to drain the entire thing.” 

“Why does he think that?” 

“Probably because that’s what he would do.” You sniffled, looking down into your glass. “I have some money in savings, but not a lot. Not enough for me to live off of beyond a few months.” 

“Holy hell,” Jessica sighed. You grunted, head hanging as you felt the weight of her judgement. “Do you have any idea which entities you want to go after?” 

“Yeah.” You set your drink down, reaching out to where you’d set your bag down and drawing out a bland beige file. You’d spent the morning working up your courage to come over and tell Jessica the awful truth, and had also spent that time putting together the data to do it. You flipped the file open and passed it over. 

“This is every single property and holding company that I have my name on. I circled the apartment buildings that I want to sell, and the companies that I think would be best suited to my purposes.” 

“Is Steven on all of these?” 

“Only the ones that I put an asterisk beside, but I wouldn't be surprised if he came after the others.”

Jessica hummed, nodding. “You knew exactly what I’d ask for.” 

“Well, I know you.” 

She smiled, closing your file and setting it on her lap. 

“Then I’m sure you know what I’m going to say next.” 

The implication made your stomach churn with discomfort. You took the glass up again, taking a deep pull from it. 

“I do,” You admitted, nose wrinkling again from the sharp juniper taste, “And I know that you’re going to say that it’s the best course of action—” 

“The only course of action.” 

“That’s patently untrue. You have more than one lawyer at your firm.” 

“Not one that could handle a case of this magnitude.” 

“Not even Louis?” 

“Louis is like a french bulldog. Harvey is a pitbull.” 

“You know, that’s actually a really harmful stereotype.”

Jessica’s brows lowered in chastisement, and you looked back down into your drink for safety.

“Wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest?” You added. 

“How could it be? You’ve barely spoken to or looked at the man in eleven years.” 

Eleven years. Had it really been that long? 

“I know that you and Harvey parted on bad terms,” Jessica offered softly, and continued over your disbelieving scoff, “But you need to come out of this with the funds and the strength for a good divorce lawyer. Harvey can give you that.” 

“What if he doesn’t take the case?” 

“He will.” 

“But if he doesn’t?” 

“He will.” 

“Jessica.” 

“He won't have a choice.” 

“Oh, he’ll love that. There’s nothing Harvey likes more than being backed in a corner."

“That’s when he comes out swinging the hardest.” She plucked the emptied glass out of your hand, heading toward the kitchen again. “Would you like another one?” 

You sighed, slouching heavily against the couch and scrubbing your tired eyes. 

“I’d really just like that bottle of gin—and a straw.”

-- 

“Would you stop fussing? You look fine.” 

“I don’t care how I look,” You grumbled, though that didn’t stop you from reaching down and adjusting the skirt of your dress. You didn’t want to admit that Jessica was right, though you both knew that she was. She always had you nailed dead to rights, and that morning was no different. 

You had a slight headache from the drinks you’d had at her apartment the night before, but it was hardly the worst hangover that you’d ever had. You were already two coffees in and you were itching for a third, but you already felt like shit. A third one would just make your heart pound harder, your hands more sweaty, and probably send your anxiety through the roof. You were certain the conversation you were about to have would do all of that for you, so no additional coffee was needed. 

You drew in a deep breath, standing and tugging your dress down again as you walked over to look through out over the city. You could hear the ringing of phones behind you, the clicking of heels, the chatter of conversation. You were just waiting for his voice, waiting for his bravado to enter before he did, to suck the air out of the room. 

“...What’d he say when you told him?” You asked. 

“I haven't yet. I thought it would be more effective if we told him together.” 

“So not only is he being forced to take my case, but it’s an ambush.” You cast Jessica an unimpressed sidelong glance, brows quirked in disbelief. She simply gave a small shrug. 

“I know my associates.” 

“Mm, I bet.” 

“I understand I was summoned? Have I been so terribly missed? Whaddaya say we play hooky, go to the batting cages?” 

There he was—each question was just punch after punch after punch. Your mouth and throat went dry as your body seemed to divert all available liquid assets to the sweat beginning to wet your palms. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know we had company,” He added. 

“It’s alright. Harvey, you know Mrs. Steven Hayward.” 

Hayward. You had always hated the name. Hell, you couldn’t even believe you’d taken it, but you’d been so damn afraid of putting a foot wrong, wary of having someone change their mind again about marrying you. 

You turned to face Harvey, leaning back against the window and folding your arms across your chest, pressing your slick palms to your sides. It shouldn't have been so vindicating to see Harvey looking so gobsmacked, to watch the color drain from his face as his eyes caught up with his mind—as he came to realize, yes, that Mrs. Steven Hayward. 

“Mr. Specter,” You greeted flatly. 

“I—What’s going on?” 

It’s nice to see you, too. You bit the inside of your cheek to silence your snide remark. 

“Mrs. Hayward needs to dissolve and sell a few of her holdings, and I told her that I had just the lawyer for the job,” Jessica announced. 

“...Is that lawyer in the room with us?” Harvey shook his head a little. 

“You are that lawyer. You’ll be taking the case pro-bono.” 

“Pro—Jessica, those cases are reserved for people that actually need help, not for multi-millionaires.” 

That stung in a way that it shouldn’t have—but he was right. There were surely cases that were more worthy of his attention. Still, you couldn't deny the fact that you needed his help, and that your pockets weren't nearly as deep as they used to be.

“My husband is the multi-millionaire, not me,” You argued. 

“Bullshit.” 

“You wanna see my bank statements? I have a little over three hundred in checking, a few thousand in savings.” 

“Mrs. Hayward needs this resolved as quickly as possible, and without any of your usual pomp and circumstance,” Jessica cut in. 

“Why don’t you do this through a divorce attorney?” Harvey pressed. 

“Because right now, I can’t afford one.” 

Harvey pursed his lips, looking between you and Jessica. You watched his jaw tick, saw the thick bob of his adam’s apple shift his collar a little. 

“You have a list of holdings?” He asked, glancing toward you.

“Twenty,” You nodded. 

“To be chopped up and sold for scraps?” 

“Yes.” 

“Seems a little ruthless for you.” 

“It’s what needs to be done.” 

“And you expect me to do it?” 

“I expect you to do your job. If you can’t get over the fact that it’s for me, then you’re in the wrong business.” 

Harvey’s gaze narrowed, his eyes darkening irritation. Oh, you knew that look—like it or not, you had a flash of it like it was yesterday. 

“...Where’s the file.” 

Jackpot. 

“On the desk.” 

You weren’t about to hand it to him. Hell—you weren’t about to hand anything to Harvey Specter on a silver fucking platter. He walked slowly to Jessica’s desk, eyes dropping to the file that had been thickened with information on each of the holdings. He opened it, gaze scanning your original sheet before flipping a couple of pages. 

“I’ll need time to look this over,” He argued. 

“Obviously.” 

“I’ll call you.” 

“Great.” 

“Number still the same?” 

Bastard. 

“My new number is on the inside of the folder.” 

“Great. Is there anything else that I should know?” 

“Just that Steven and his cadre of sharks will likely stick their noses in the second they smell blood in the water.” 

“We’ll be ready.” 

“Good.” 

Harvey gave you one last look, one long, sweeping, analyzing look before he turned away, striding out of Jessica’s office. You slowly released a long breath, shoulders untensing as he got further and further away. You lowered your hands, shaking them out and blowing cool air across your shaking, sweating palms. 

“Are you sweating?” Jessica asked. 

“Are you not? It’s boiling in here." You yanked your collar away from your neck, fanning over your heating skin.

“You can relax. He took the case.” 

“Because he had to, not because he wanted to.” 

“He’ll get over it, and he’ll do his job.” 

“He’s such a grumpy asshole,” You sighed, walking over to the chair that you’d left your jacket and bag on. “But if you say you’re gonna keep him on the straight and narrow—”

“I will—” 

“—Then I believe you. I’ve gotta go.” 

“Where to?” 

“I have to go look at an apartment.” 

“Work never ends.” 

“This is personal. I need to find a new place. I've been in a hotel for the last few nights, and I can't afford to keep that up."

“Don’t you own your place?”

You shook your head, averting your gaze as you pulled on your coat. 

“The penthouse is in Steven’s name.” 

You’d had a few hours to forget the weight of Jessica’s judgement, but you felt it again in full force as she shook her head. 

“...I thought you were smarter than this,” She said after a moment. 

You looked toward Jessica, giving her a small, weak smile. “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Do you want me to call you a car? On the firm, of course.” 

“No! No, but thanks. I should reacquaint myself with the subway. I’m going to be using it more often.” 

-- 

You managed to hold it together until the real estate agent gave you a moment to ‘get a better sense of the space’. She clearly had no idea who you were, which was a boon, and hardly looked away from her phone as she waved with one hand and typed with the other thumb. You turned to look around, heard the snick of the door closing, and just…Lost it. 

Your tears poured out like someone had reached into your head and turned on a faucet. You buried your face into your hands, uncaring of the fact that your makeup was going to run together. You’d given eleven years of your life to a man that was throwing you to the wolves, as if you’d never meant a thing to him at all—as if you hadn’t put your blood, sweat, and tears into building his empire—into what you had once thought was your empire, too. 

And what the hell did you have to show for it? You stood in a $3,200 392 square foot studio apartment of a six-floor walk-up in the West Village, wearing a $4,900 dress, standing in $600 shoes, a your $1,200 purse shifting on your arm as your shoulders shook with sobs. 

You sniffled roughly, chest hiccuping tightly as you finally began to calm. You reached into your purse, drawing out a compact and flipping it open. You swiped at your run makeup, taking up the pressed powder puff and dabbing beneath your eyes, and over the tear tracks in your foundation. God, just pull it together for the snot-nosed realtor outside. Tell her that you wanted to take it, get the keys, and start figuring out how you could get your things from Steven. You would need to make money in the meantime.

You looked down, shifting rocking back on your heels to get a better look at your shoes. 

You never did love this outfit, and you couldn’t have worn it more than twice. Resale couldn’t be too far below purchase, could it? Come to think of it, you had closets full of hardly worn designer outfits at the penthouse. You looked around the studio. You could spring for a few wheeled clothing racks, find a few reputable resellers. You could get good money for your dresses, your shoes, probably even more for the jewelry that you almost certainly wouldn’t be keeping. Steven always had brought you home a trinket from the trips that he frequently took without you—beautiful gems that you knew now were trinkets for guilt, or something like it. You were almost certain Steven didn’t really feel guilt, but he could play-act at it well enough. 

But you didn’t have to worry about that at that moment. And as soon as Steven did rear his ugly head, he would have Harvey to deal with. Considering your history, that shouldn't have been a very comfortable thought—but you had Harvey and Jessica in your corner.  

You closed your eyes and drew in a deep breath, deeper than you were able to draw before. You held it for one...two...three...And pushed it out slowly as your heated face began to cool.

Deal with the realtor first. Sign the lease, get the keys, and start getting your life back together. 

--  

“This isn’t going to be an easy one," Harvey warned. 

“Of course it isn’t. If it was, you wouldn’t have agreed to take the case.” 

“I didn’t take it, it was given to me.” 

“You poor thing.”

It left you without any sympathy, your gaze stone-heavy as you watched him. He narrowed his eyes, a smile set in place as he rocked back and forth in his chair. He tapped his pen on his lips for a moment before he rocked fully forward. You watched his gaze skate across the file in front of him. 

“The way I see it, there are four easy wins here,” He turned the file toward you, and you scooted forward in your seat to get a better look at them. “The two apartment buildings on the upper East Side, the one in the Village, and the brownstone in Park Slope. We can hack away at the other sixteen down the road, but we should move on these.” 

“Okay.” 

“The easiest win is going to be in the Slope. The assessed value is…” His brows furrowed, and he leaned over the file and squinted, as if he wasn’t quite seeing the number correctly. 

“Seven million?” You filled in. Harvey’s gaze darted to yours, brows raised. 

“Nice chunk of change.” 

“I want it listed for ten.” 

“That may be a little unrealistic.” 

“I’m looking for 8.5 in cash, if possible, so I’m expecting some haggling. I already told the broker as much.” 

“Alright. Which of these buildings are you staying in?” 

“I’m not staying in any of them.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I’m not staying in any of them.” 

“Why is that?” 

“I’m pairing down, staying somewhere else.” 

“You could stay in any of these rent-free.” 

“The HOA and utilities are more than I can afford right now.” 

“We could bake the HOA into the contract.” 

“If Steven found out I was staying in any of them, he’d find a way to tank the deal from the outside.” 

Harvey’s expression tightened a little before he nodded: “Fine. I’ll need your new address for the paperwork.”

“May I use your pen, please?” 

Harvey pushed the file closer, passing the pen with it. You could feel him watching you as you jotted down your address, name, and number. Harvey draws the file back to himself, sweeping over the information. 

“Keeping your married name?” 

“I’ve put in the paperwork to change it, but that could take at least a couple of months.” 

“I have a friend that clerks for the Supreme Court of New York, I could put in a word.” 

“That’s a kind offer but don’t worry about it. Is there anything else that we need to discuss today?” 

“No, that about covers it. I’ll call you if our real estate department or my associate comes across anything that could be beneficial to your situation.” 

“I may have just uncovered something.” 

You turned at the sound of a new voice, catching sight of a young man standing in the doorway. 

“This is Mike Ross, my associate,” Harvey introduced, standing and holding a hand out toward Mike. “Mike Ross, this is Mrs. Steven Hayward.” 

Your name left him with a vinegary annoyance that you’d been hoping would be absent from this meeting. You stood, holding out your hand and offering Mike your first name. 

“Would you prefer to be, uh..." Mike’s gaze darted between you and Harvey. 

“I’d prefer you not to use my married name, if possible.”

“Got it. So,” Mike stepped between you and Harvey, opening the file that he was holding. “I’ve found an additional six properties where your name is the only one on the lease.” 

You frowned, brow furrowing as you stepped closer to get a look at the file. “That can’t be right.” 

“If Mike found it, it’s right.” There was an irritated thread of steel in Harvey’s tone, and you shot him a scathing glance. 

“The comment was one of surprise, not distrust.”

“Maybe next time you can keep your surprise to yourself and let my associate speak.”

“Just like you’re letting him speak right now?” 

Harvey’s jaw went tight, and you raised your brows as a knowing smirk curled your lips before you turned back to Mike and nodded: 

“You were saying?” 

Mike’s expression was riddled with confusion, but he snapped back into action. 

“Right—There are, uh…Three complexes in downtown Brooklyn,” He shifted through the stack of papers and drew out photos. “They were gutted for renovation, but work was stopped before any further changes could be made. They cited funding concerns.” 

That really couldn’t be right. Steven was rolling in cash like a pig in shit. You took hold of the photos, frown deepening as you got a better look at them. 

“What is it?” Harvey pressed. 

“I don’t recognize any of these.” You flipped to the next one, then the next. The walls in all of them had been stripped; the floors were torn up; the wiring of the ceiling was exposed. 

“What about the other three?” You pressed. 

“Uh—One house in the Hamptons, one in Cape Cod, and one in Gstaad.” 

“You’re kidding,” You said flatly, looking at MIke. 

“I am not. I take it you don’t know about any of those, either?” 

“Not a one.”

“Would you want any of them?” 

“Maybe Cape Cod.” 

“Not Gstaad?” Harvey asked. 

“Mm, not worth it. I don’t know how to ski.” 

“Still?”

You rolled your eyes pointedly before you nodded back to Mike’s file. “Do you have the paperwork for the properties?” “Yeah, it’s, uh…” He set the file down, sifting through for the paper clipped documents and lining them up on Harvey's desk. “These are…All of them…Separated out by property.” 

You went down the line, flipping through each of the pages and growing more and more frantic as you did. 

“None of these are my signature.” 

“He would’ve closed through a title company, I can hunt that down,” Mike commented to Harvey. 

“We can throw these on the list of what needs to be sold, or put them in a living trust,” Harvey offered.

“...I don't know,” You leaned away, shaking your head. You felt so unsettled; after the rapid upheaval of your life over the last week you weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. After this, you had to worry about the divorce, the tabloids, whatever the fuck else you were going to do with your life—You felt your throat going tight with tears, and you cleared your throat harshly, trying to dispel some of the feeling. “If they were good investments, Steven would’ve used his name on them.” 

“All the more reason for you to ditch them.” 

“I want them inspected first. I’m not throwing these on the market until I know what the hell I’m dealing with.” 

“We can take care of that,” Mike promised. You nodded, glancing toward him and offering a tight, grateful smile. 

“Not that you’re paying us to.” 

Harvey’s snide reminder was like having a bucket of cold water poured over you. Your hands curled into fists where they rested on your hips. You were just on the edge of slapping the guy—

“You can deal with me directly,” You offered Mike. “My number’s in the file. Thank you, for—” You waved your hand toward the file. “Uncovering this. I appreciate it.” You took up your purse and threw your coat over your arm, trying to hold back your rapidly rising tears as your face flooded with heat. 

“You’re just going to go?” Harvey asked. 

“It’s always worked for you pretty well,” You snapped. “Figured I’d give it a try.” You stormed out without another word, keeping your gaze staunchly set on the floor that you desperately wanted to sink through. 

--  

“I have…So many questions right now,” Mike shook his head as he watched Mrs. Hayward stride toward the elevators. 

“You know where to start. Get the inspections lined up, and then start prepping the filings for forgery—” 

“Harvey,” Mike raised his hands, chuckling with shock. “What—Was that?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh, please. The whole ‘if Mike found it it’s right’?” 

“Well, that’s true.” 

“That thing about her still not being able to ski? How do you know her?” 

“We’ve met, that’s all.” 

“It’s obviously more than that.” Mike searched Harvey’s gaze for a few moments. “C’mon, what’s your deal?” 

Harvey considered for a moment, his jaw working before he nodded to the right. “Close the door.” 

He lowered himself into his seat as Mike did as he asked, then turned back to him. 

“Mrs. Hayward and I…” Harvey’s expression tightened as he struggled with it. “We were…Involved for a while.” 

“While she was married?” 

“Before.” 

“How involved?” 

“We were engaged.” 

Mike’s eyes widened drastically, his brows making a jump toward his hairline. “En—What?” He laughed breathlessly. “The great Harvey Specter was almost nailed by that ice queen?” 

“Watch it,” Harvey warned; he was stunned as he felt a flair of protectiveness bloom in his chest. “She wasn’t always like that.” He glanced toward the property statements at the front of his desk, and he thought of the dismayed twist of her features. When she’d met his gaze, her eyes had been bright with tears. Maybe that was his fault, at least a little. He should’ve watched his tone a little more. He had surely made her cry enough, years ago. 

“What happened?” Mike pressed.

“I wasn’t ready.” 

“You broke it off?”

“...Something like that.” 

Harvey’s gaze flitted nervously toward Mike, and he could practically hear the wheels turning overtime in his head. It only took a moment before Mike’s eyes managed to widen further, his jaw dropping open in shock. 

“Oh my—There is no way.”

“I’m not proud of it,” Harvey raised a hand to stop Mike’s incredulous questioning. 

“Let me just make sure I’m on the same page here,” Mike shook his head. “You left her at the altar, she married this guy, and now you’re…Making jokes about the fact that she can’t ski or afford a lawyer?” 

Harvey’s heart sank into his stomach as he cut an irritated gaze across the desk. 

“I’m not proud of that, either.” 

“Didn’t stop you, though, did it.” 

“Are you finished with your lecture? Because you have a lot of work to do.” 

“On it,” Mike nodded, hopping out of his seat and restacking the paperwork into the file. 

“While you’re at it, keep your ear to the ground on that Park Slope property. The sooner the wheels are turning on that, the better. Use that number,” He tapped the file, “To call her, and send any documents to that address.” 

“Understood.” 

Harvey listened to Mike’s retreating footsteps as he twisted back and forth in his seat, restless in his discomfort. He pushed himself out of his seat in annoyance, unable to stand sitting anymore. Why had he shot his mouth off at her like that? He knew that she was going through it. He just figured when he’d first seen her in Jessica’s office that this situation wouldn’t be quite so hellish.

Steven Hayward was a billionaire, a former Forbes 30 Under 30 recipient. Harvey had done his digging when the engagement had first been announced—just a few months after Harvey had made the decision not to marry her. He’d assumed then that if she’d moved on so quickly, she couldn’t have loved him much in the first place, and the idea had solidified his decision not to go through with their wedding. 

Harvey had done his best to put her out of his mind, and he’d succeeded for the most part. But when Jessica had thrown this case at him, he’d gone back, done some more digging. There were so many resources about Steven Hayward from the last decade—interviews, profiles, filings. In all of them, Steven came off as a self-assured, cocky, pompous asshat, but a decent strategist. Those same profiles had described Mrs. Hayward as the trophy wife, the little woman behind the man, tending to the arrangements for their multi-million, 3,000 square foot penthouse overlooking Central Park. For as much as Harvey had forced himself to forget about her, he couldn’t forget her spirit, her determination, her desire to build a life, not to be handed one. None of the credit was given to her. None of the glory, none of the acknowledgement of what Harvey was certain were her blood, sweat and tears in that man’s holdings. 

The tears that she had seemed set to shed in his office were all the indication that Harvey needed. He scrubbed his hand across his face, trying to compose himself as he pushed the wounded memory of her away. 

Even footing. He needed to get the two of them on some kind of even footing. Every conversation couldn’t be a fight—it would just slow the both of them down. The sooner they sorted this out, the sooner they’d be out of one another’s hair. 

“Donna!” He called out, turning toward the door. Donna popped her head in a moment later, brows raised expectantly. “I need you to look an address up for me.”

“It’s in the West Village.” 

Harvey’s mouth worked wordlessly for a couple of seconds before he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, “Mike?” 

“You shouldn’t have hired a super genius if you didn’t want him using that big brain.” 

“I was hoping he would use it for good, not evil.” 

“Oh, trust me, he is. Anything else?” 

“Lunch?” 

“It’s on the way.”

Of course it was. 

-- 

“This is everything?” 

“Yes. I checked and double-checked the list that you gave me before I left.” 

You nodded, planting your hands on your hips and looking over six industrial-sized trash bags that contained what you hoped were your tide-over funds. 

“The jewelry’s in there, too?” 

“Hey,” Aaron stepped closer to you, resting his hand on your shoulder. “When I say I got everything, I mean I got everything. I was this close to snagging a couple of light fixtures.” 

You laughed a little, nodding and leaning into the touch a little. You’d worked with Aaron Delaney for over five years at Hayward Realty. You’d hoped that he wouldn’t be in Steven’s camp in the divorce, and when you’d reached out to find out when Steven would definitely be at the office, Aaron had quickly jumped on your bandwagon. It had taken nearly three weeks, but he had come through. Not only had he told you when Steven would be out, but he’d offered to go into the apartment and get things for you. You hadn’t heard a thing from Mike in a couple of weeks, so you could only hope that everything was going smoothly on his end, but these bags would go a long way to bolstering your bitten budget. 

“You want my help cataloging it?” He offered. You shook your head a little. 

“No, god, you've done enough—and helped me lug this up six flights. Besides, Steven will be suspicious if you’re out of the office for too long—you’re too good an employee to be out of pocket for more than a few minutes. But if you’d like to be enlisted in mole duty going forward, I’m gonna need you to have your ear to the ground over there.” 

“You’ve got it.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Text me if you need anything.” 

“Will do, yeah. And thanks again, Aaron. Seriously.” 

“Keep your chin up, hon.” 

“Yeah,” You mumbled, turning back to the trash bags as Aaron headed for the door. God, you didn’t even know what was where. It was probably best to just go bag by bag, and hope all of the suits were together. You could hang the outfits up, take a picture, post it on the app that you were using to resell your luxury clothing. You could—and probably would—keep at least a couple of things for yourself, but you couldn’t go crazy. You’d need suits for your divorce settlement, and possibly for court…And for whatever the hell you wound up doing once this was all over. 

Because it would be over, eventually. There was a life for you on the other side of all of this, and you had to keep reminding yourself of that. Things would get easier, but right now, it all just…Fucking sucked. You had moved the few things that you had into the studio apartment, including your dresser, a bookshelf, a few books, and your favorite Eames lounge chair and reading lamp. You’d had to get a new bed—a full was all that you could use without overwhelming the space; you got a metal frame on Amazon that would get the job done, and you’d bought and built three racks for your clothing. You still hadn’t found an affordable couch, but you had found a nice oak grain bedside table on the sidewalk, with a handwritten looseleaf sign taped to it that read, FREE!!

You hadn’t had the chance to paint or put any personalizing touches on the space besides your furniture—no art, or knick knacks. The space was nearing functional, but you were certain that unpacking all of your clothing was going to make that a hell of a lot more difficult. 

You crouched down in front of the first bag, untying it and opening it. You could see some Scanlan Theodore, some Tuckernuck, some Bergdorf Goodman. This bag was already pretty promising. You sighed, taking the first dress out and wafting the fabric out. It didn’t need to be ironed or steamed, which was a blessing. You were already dreading how long this was going to take, but hell, at least it would give you something to do that wasn’t staring down the barrel of your dead-end future—

Okay. Okay, so not helpful, so not the time. You reached into your pocket, pulling your phone out of your pocket to find a podcast to listen to. There had to be something that you could listen to that would distract you from the monotony of filing and sorting your clothing out. You settled on one of your favorites before you began sorting through the first bag. You were right—a couple of Scanlans, two Tuckernucks, three Bergdorf Goodman’s–

Your sorting was interrupted by a knock on your door. You frowned, pushing yourself up. What else could be left? It had to be good if Aaron had lugged something else up six floors. You pushed yourself off of the floor, brushing the dust off of your sweatpants. 

“Alright, Delaney, what’d you forget?” You asked as you approached the door and tugged it open. 

The sight of Harvey Specter standing on your doorstep made your stomach want to violently unseat your lunch. His gaze swept over you critically, taking sight of you in your comfy clothes. Between the ratty old shirt, the sweats, and your fluffy socks, you were a far, far cry from the way that he’d become accustomed to seeing you in his office. 

“Can I, uh…” He peered over your shoulder, nodding inside. “Can I come in?” 

“I thought I was going to be hearing from Mr. Ross.” 

“Mike is busy, and we need to talk.” 

You couldn’t imagine what the hell you and Harvey needed to talk about. You didn’t want to let him in; you knew that what Harvey was about to see wasn’t what he was surely expecting. Your grip tightened on the handle before you drew in a deep breath nodding, “Sure.”

It was worse than you imagined. Harvey hardly got two steps inside before he stopped fully. Well, to be fair, there wasn’t a ton of space for him to wander around and explore; between the bed, the armchair, and the trash bags, there wasn’t much room for him to move around. You shut the door and pointedly cleared your throat, trying to jog him from his shock. As he faced you again, you could see him trying to mask his surprise, his brows drawing down over his eyes as he turned to a file in his hand. 

“You have an offer on the Park Slope house.”

“Why didn’t I get a call from my broker?” 

“I asked to deliver the news myself.” 

You frowned a little, taking hold of the file and flipping it open. Your eyes widened at the sight of a check paperclipped to the top of the files—for frighteningly beneath asking price. 

“I said I wanted it in cash.” 

“...I know that,” Harvey spoke slowly, as if he was dealing with a particularly difficult and over-caffeinated child. “That is a good faith deposit from the buyer.” 

“They’ve signed?” Your hands tighten around the file as your stomach flipped with excitement. “I didn’t ask my broker for a good faith deposit.” 

“No, I had it baked into the contract.” 

Your gaze flitted to Harvey, annoyance and admiration growing in equal measure. 

“I…Appreciate that,” You finally managed. “But in the future, please run any changes like that by me before you speak to my broker.” 

Harvey nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Understood.” 

“Thanks.” You closed to file, certain that if you didn’t, you’d just spend your time staring at the check—at your first lifeline in this whole mess. “Anything else?” 

“We need to get on a more even footing.” 

“...I don’t know what you mean.” 

Harvey gave you a chastising frown, one that would’ve made you wilt long ago—but now, you simply shook your head and shrugged. 

“I don’t,” You insisted. “Unless you mean that you’ll stop out your thinly veiled barbs about what you think you know about me.” 

“I remember more than you think.” 

“I’m not the woman that you left at the altar, Harvey.” Your admission and reminder left a bitter taste in your mouth. You had to force yourself to hold his gaze, even as his expression flooded with discomfort. You could see him desperately trying to push it away as his retort bubbled up:  

“And I’m not the man that left you there!”

“No?” You laughed openly. “Because this all looks pretty fucking familiar. You’re a shark, Harvey, and you’re a dick. Lucky for the both of us, that’s exactly what I need you to be right now.”

Harvey’s jaw tightened, and you could see his hands curling into fists before he shoved them into his pockets.

“Let’s get one thing perfectly clear,” He seethed, taking a small step closer, “What I do for you over the course of this case is purely because of my reputation in this city. I’m going to do my damndest to get you the best out of all of these properties, but do not think for a moment that the job I do comes from any interest, any compassion, anything worth a damn.”

“What compassion? Anyone with compassion would’ve at least had the grace to do better than a goddamn post-it note in my bridal suite that just said ‘sorry’. It didn't even look like your handwriting!” You loosed a hysterical laugh that had been building in your throat as he spoke. “Or did you not even want that in there? Maybe one of my bridesmaids scrawled it to keep me from just throwing myself off the fucking roof!”

Harvey’s expression flickered again, and you saw some of the color drain from his annoyance-flushed cheeks. You turned away, stomach roiling with embarrassment and irritation.

“Thanks for the file,” You managed, forcing a steadiness into your tone. “Going forward, I really do think it’s for the best that you communicate with me through Mr. Ross.”

“Gladly. Have a nice day, Mrs. Hayward.”

Three long strides, the creak of the door opening, and then slamming shut. You flinched at the sound, fingers tightening around the file, trying to focus on the check.

One hundred thousand dollars was an amazing start. One hundred thousand dollars could go toward your rent, your expenses, buy you some time. Maybe you could get a nice bottle of gin—or a couple of the cheap bottles the size of your head, the stuff that tasted like paint thinner and knocked you flat on your ass until morning.

Maybe you could sell your clothing during the day and quietly slip into oblivion in the evening. You had nothing better to do with your nights. Almost none of your so-called friends had reached out after the news had broken—likely making the choice to side with Steven. He was the one that still had the money, of course, the position in society. His name was on the door, not yours.

Your name was on a 12 month lease, and on a check for one hundred thousand dollars.

sorry

Lowercase, hurriedly scrawled, ink smudged. You could still see the slightly crumpled post-it that had been sitting on your honeymoon suite vanity when you’d returned after waiting at the back of the venue for almost an hour. 

Harvey hadn’t copped to writing it. Maybe he didn’t want to—or maybe he really didn’t write it. Maybe he wasn’t sorry. Maybe he saw the shitshow that your life had become and was glad that he’d gotten out early.

You glanced around the apartment, eyeing the row of trash bags, the rickety furniture. At this moment, you couldn’t blame him.

You tossed the file onto your bedside table before walking back to the trash bags. Bag by bag, then steam what needed to be steam, then sort by brand. Plan of attack. You could get that man out of your head.

That man—which one was worse to think about just now—Steven or Harvey?

You shook your head, forcing yourself to dismiss both of them for the morning. You didn’t have any more time for what could’ve been’s. You had here, you had now.

And you had shit to do.

--

“Okay, two things,” Mike announced as he rounded into Harvey’s office. “One, the purchase agreement for the brownstone is signed and the payment is on the way to her bank account. There’s also an offer for the apartment building in the upper East Side. Two—“

“What do you mean, two?” Harvey frowned. “That’s already two things.”

“Fine, three—“

“Super genius and he can’t even count—“

“I got six emails from Steven Hayward’s representation this morning, disputing ownership of all of the twenty original flagged properties.”

“Damnit,” Harvey hissed. “Even the houses she didn’t know about?”

“No, so far, they’ve been conspicuously left off of the list.”

“Where are we with those inspections?”

“In progress, should hear back by the end of the week.”

“Good.”

Mike nodded, and Harvey returned his attention to his laptop. At least, he did until he realized that Mike hadn’t left the room.

“Something else that you need to say?” Harvey prodded.

“Aren’t you going to ask how she is?”

“Why would I need to know that?”

“Come on, Harvey.”

“She’s a client, Mike.”

“A client that you were going to marry!”

“And I didn’t marry her. What do you think that says about my wealth of feeling for her?”

Mike sighed heavily through his nose, muttering, “Alright.” He began to turn away, heading for the door. “Well, if you had asked, I would’ve told you that she’s putting on a brave face, but she’s getting to the end of her rope.”

“Well I didn’t ask, but thank you for that poetic and poignant diagnosis.”

--

“You have to go.”

“Of all of my priorities right now, the gala is not one of them,” You insisted. “I’ve got about a hundred more urgent matters right now.”

“Make this one,” Jessica insisted, leaning back against her desk, her arms folding across her chest. “You know how badly you’ll be lampooned if you don't turn up.”

“And I’ll be lampooned if I do show up. Besides, I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Wear something you’ve worn before.”

“I don’t have most of those pieces anymore.”

“Then rent something.”

“You do remember that Steven is being honored this year?” 

“All the more reason for you to show your face.” 

“Jessica—“

“What’s your plan.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your plan—when this is all over? Are you going to go back into real estate?”

“…It’s crossed my mind.”

“You know that they will never let you back in if you slink out the back door and try to come in through the front again. They’ve rescinded your keys, honey. May as well stay in the house as long as you can.”

“This metaphor is beginning to exhaust me.”

Jessica grinned. “I better see your name on the RSVP list by the end of the day.”

“Since when do you have access to that information?”

“I have my sources.”

You heard two knocks, followed by the increasingly comforting sound of Mike’s voice: “Sorry to interrupt.”

“Not at all,” Jessica waved him inside. “I’m hoping for a fruitful update.”

“Well,” Mike gave a small, nervous smile as he joined the two of you. “The good news is that purchase for the brownstone is moving through the channels, and there are interested buyers for the upper East Side apartment building. Unfortunately —“ The word made your gut swoop. “—Your ex-husband has come out of the woodwork. He’s trying to stake a claim on the properties, and on a hold co. We’re monitoring the situation,” Mike added before either you or Jessica could speak, “But I wanted to make you aware of what you could be facing sometime soon.”

You nodded, wringing your hands where they were folded in your lap.

“I appreciate the update.”

“Of course.”

“Why isn’t Harvey relaying this to me himself?” Jessica frowned. You raised your brows, glancing toward Mike, and fighting back a wave of amusement at his blatant deer-in-headlines expression.

“He had a—meeting,” He flubbed before jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “I should, uh–” 

Jessica’s brows raise skeptically, but she nods, and you bite back a laugh as Mike leaves the room with a measured hurry. 

“...Why do I have the feeling that the two of you are keeping something from me?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” You shrugged, pushing yourself out of your seat. “Now if you excuse me, I have some clothes to package—” 

“And a gala outfit to find. I understand.” 

You turned from Jessica’s smug grin, rolling your eyes as she tacked on, 

“And don’t forget to get your nails done!”

You rounded out of the office, pulling up short as you slammed into someone. 

“Oh! Fuck, sorry!” You breathed as their hands landed on your hips to steady you. 

“...Don’t worry about it.” Harvey’s flat tone turned your stomach. You cleared your throat, stepping back and out of his hands. 

“I’ll watch where I’m going.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

You gave a firm nod as you skirted around him, face flooding with embarrassed heat as you strode toward the elevators. 

-- 

The gala. You’d completely forgotten about the gala until Jessica had brought it up. Six months ago, planning the evening had been the center of your world. You’d put a deposit down for a custom dress, had it fitted. Steven had asked you to coordinate a cocktail party for the two hours beforehand—an intimate gathering for 150 of your closest friends and associates. You sighed, leaning back against the hard subway seat and gazing at your appearance in the window opposite you. 

You could just see it now—the who’s who of New York’s real estate scene all swanning up to the penthouse, lounging fashionably, eating the hors d'oeuvres that you’d chosen and drinking the champagne that you’d ordered by the case…

…The champagne that you had ordered…

Come to think of it, those contracts all had your name on them, your contact information. Steven hadn’t been involved with a damn thing, save for the use of his credit card to put down deposits. He never did—he expected you to handle all of the coordination on the day as well; he would swan in an hour after the party started and do his scant duties as the host.

A devilish grin curled your lips. You were sure you still had all of the confirmations in your email. You could cancel all of it—the ice sculpture, the caterer, the champagne…Well, maybe you could divert one case to your new apartment, and cancel the rest. 

Oh, you could really see it now—Steven seething as he frantically checked his emails for any hint of vendors, any phone number or email that he could call to find out what the hell happened to the party that was to-be. You were certain that the tailor still had your dress—and you had a check for a hundred thousand dollars that you could dip into for a manicure. 

You stood as the train pulled into your station. You were suddenly looking forward to the gala.

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Pairing: Faith x reader; Buffy x platonic!reader

Request: hi, would it be okay to request a story or maybe hc's if you prefer about dating faith and being buffy's best friend and trying to make them get along? I love your work, I hope you're not overwhelmed by all the requests you're getting

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I think we can safely say I probably was overwhelmed by my requests lol !! Sorry for the wait, love, hope this one’s okay! 💖

You and Buffy had been best friends pretty much since her first day at high school. She had sat next to you in English class and you had to borrow a pencil when yours flew across the classroom. She was the best friend you had ever had, you told each other everything and nothing was ever too much information to share between you. I mean, you had saved the world together.

You shared so many amazing memories, some good and some bad. Some absolutely terrifying.

You were so close that you could barely find one of you without the other. You basically lived at each other’s houses. Attached at the hip. You just got on, you couldn’t explain it. Even when you argued, you never feared losing her as a friend. You knew there would be nothing worth losing your friendship over. So, when you started dating Faith, you knew it would be hard for her. But you hoped that she would be happy for you at least to begin with.

You had met Faith in the same way as everyone else when she had ran in and borrowed Buffy’s stake to dust a vamp before introducing herself at the Bronze. You didn’t know what to think of her to begin with, she was obviously very attractive (and she knew about it too). She kept to herself a lot after that, she didn’t really give much away other than that she liked to party and slay.

Her I-don’t-care persona intrigued you and after a while, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to her. It was slowly at first, you paid more attention to the little things.

How she near always avoided talking about herself seriously. How she got a kick out of helping people but hated to let it show. And the cigarette she would always treat herself to after a really good slay. Even the gum she always bought and chewed on long patrols for something to do. By this point, it had made you wonder if this habit made her lips taste of ‘Very berry’…

You had it bad. You had grown close although she always appeared to be keeping you at a distance. Until one evening, you had asked if you could come on patrol with her. To her, it appeared out of the blue, but you had been trying and failing to ask all week. By Friday, you had worked up enough courage to ask and she shrugged to show that she didn’t mind, and you tried to hide your elation as you walked beside her into the night.

You spoke about anything and everything on that patrol, savouring every time you made her laugh. Real, genuine laughter from Faith was a divine sound. Though, you would never tell her that or risk getting teased within an inch of your life. At the end of the night, you rounded a corner and without saying anything, she slid her hand into yours. She was bold, much bolder than you. You would have waited at least a year to do something as scandalous and intimate as holding her hand.

But not her. Usually, she would have pressed you against a wall and kissed you without even a second thought, but that came a little later. There was something about you that, for once in her life, made her want to take things slow. It meant something. With you. And there was no chance she was letting you go once she realised that she had you.

Your relationship turned into a very well-kept secret. Not only because Faith thought pda and being as soft as she could be with you in public would make her look weak to humans and demons alike. But mostly because by this point, Buffy was starting to get jealous. Not because she wanted to date you, not at all. But because she thought she had been replaced by Faith as your very best friend.

You had tried to balance your time between them equally, honest you had. But there was only so much time in a day and your relationship was new and you found yourself aching for Faith every moment you spent apart.

One day, you woke up by Faith’s side pressed against the soft skin of her back and you knew it was the day you wanted everyone to know about your relationship. You couldn’t describe why or what had made this day so special, it was like any other. You woke up by her side in the mid-morning glow and pressed soft kisses against her exposed shoulder to wake her up. She turned and sleepily reached for you, sighing contently in a way she never had before she started to share her bed with you.

Later that day, when you had reluctantly left your girlfriend’s side, you met up with Buffy for your usual catch up at the Espresso Pump. She told you all of the latest gossip and she passed you an unusual looking rock she had picked up on patrol (you always collected weird looking rocks and trinkets when you went out patrolling with your best friend because sometimes it could get really boring).

You eventually managed to broach the subject that had been making you nervous the entire time you had spent at the coffee shop. You knew that Buffy would never end your friendship over anything like this, but her approval and support really mattered to you. And you just wanted her and Faith to get on.

“I need to tell you something…”

“If you’re gonna tell me you’re a secret vampire I might give you a 30 second head start before I start slaying” Buffy said, a hint of a smile in her voice although she could tell you were a little uneasy. Buffy had firmly decided that she didn’t like Faith. They were too different, they never seemed to agree on anything. Especially not slaying. So you didn’t want to cause yet another argument by admitting that you were dating.

But you couldn’t keep it from your best friend. You had kept exactly three secrets from her before this one and all led to a near-death experience (on your part). So you had learned the hard way to trust her with even your darkest secrets.

“No, it’s, well… me and Faith. We’re together. I think I might love her, actually” You said softly. She had never seen you like this, you had relationships in the past. Good ones, even. But never one like this. Where you had fallen so deeply and so willingly for someone. For your Faith.

“You’ve got to be kidding, the Emo slayer? She-who-must-not-be-tamed?”

“Please, just, hear me out before you start the name calling. What are you, seven?”

“One word: why?”

After a long conversation, that went off on several tangents and consisted of one shared cry and a long hug, you and Buffy were on good terms. You didn’t like keeping things from her and she admitted her own secrets she had been withholding too. Things went back to normal between you and Buffy and were even better between you and Faith. It told your lover that she mattered to you, that you wanted everyone to know that you were with her.

“I told her”

“Yeah? You actually want people to know about us then, huh?” she said this as if she assumed you might be embarrassed to love someone like her. But that could never be true.

“Faith, I love you. I would announce it to the world if I could” you insisted, taking her hand in yours and pressing a delicate kiss to the back of her hand. You swore you saw her blush as she pulled you into her, her lips meeting yours in a way that it never had. It was her way of telling you that she loved you back. She wasn’t quite able to say the words yet, but you knew instantly from the sensitive graze of her lips against yours that she had never felt anything more.

However, it took a good, long while to get Buffy and Faith back in the same room without them both exchanging some kind of snide comment. They were both intensely jealous people, though neither would admit it. But they both cared for you even more so and eventually, came around to trying to get on. For you.

Luckily, you were a person with a plan. In fact, you had made a list. Ten pages long (front and back) of ways you were going to convince them that they should both get along. Some of the most ridiculous ideas included hiring a paid vampire to try and attack them whilst also helping them bond as well as telling them that there was an ancient prophecy that the slayers had to like each other or the world could end.

You chose game night as your first activity. Which, in hindsight was probably not your best idea on the list as it brought with it a big element of competition. Something you could have done without. You had chosen Monopoly at first but there had been a creative interpretation of the rules by both of the slayers and so you had to call the end and pretend it was a draw to save each of them from ripping the other’s head off.

When you settled on poker, after Faith took out some matches to use after Buffy said she didn’t want to use real money. You had been on a losing streak for most of the night and you had been teased twice that it was a good job you weren’t playing strip poker. Something Faith quickly added she wouldn’t want to do with Buffy even if she paid her.

But suddenly, you started to win. Just a few games at first but you got better as the night went on. As did the mood between Buffy and Faith. They were civil, at least, and that was all you could really ask for.

Eventually, you realised that they were letting you win. Not only that, but they had silently agreed on this while you weren’t paying attention. They didn’t like that little droopy look you did when you realised you lost. They did a good job of letting you lose just enough times that you really could have been winning by your own skill. But you had seen glances of their cards every now and again and saw they weren’t playing their best hands.

You never called them out though, you didn’t let on that you knew because they had found a way to work together. To get on even if they weren’t as close with each other as you were with them both. Perhaps they never would be, but what made you glow was that they were at least making an effort. For you.

You ended up having regular game nights to unwind whenever there was no heavy slayer patrol needed, you leaned against Faith, lacing your hands with hers. She accused you of looking at her cards but never moved from the comfort of your touch. Buffy pretended to gag at the proximity you shared but you could see the way the corners of her mouth twitched into a slight smile. She had never seen you so happy and it was truly all she wanted for you. To be your happiest.

It actually went well for a while, you could be yourself around these women and you loved them both dearly, in different ways. You spent most of your time with your best friend and your girlfriend and found yourself having fun.

That was, of course, until Buffy found out about Faith and the Mayor…

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Scenario: Sirrius catches Sydney and PC in the act but they're too close to stop. Sydney is hiding his face in PCs shoulder but his hips havent even slowed.

love this (also long time no see lol)

MDNI

Sydney X Gn! Reader

Sydney is a godly being, in your eyes. His body toned and soft pulls in and out of you, thrusting just right and hitting all of your best spots. His mouth whispers curses and prayers alike into the shell of your ear and his teeth occasionally find themselves grazing your neck amongst it all.

His cock fills you like nothing else and you wonder if maybe the temple was right, because the two of you press so close together that it’s almost as though you are one. You join together in an unholy union so holy that you cannot help but think that heaven has found a place amongst the mortals, in whispered passions and unions of the flesh.

“Ffffuck, angel…t-taking me so—aah—well,” His voice is a breathy whimper against you and he can feel you clench hard around him in response.

His grip on your hips is tight as he fucks your hole with ever increasing fervor. His fat head presses into the place that makes you see stars and a broken pleasured sob tears its way out of your throat.

Perhaps you were too loud, or the bed was thumping too hard, or maybe it was just plain bad luck, but you’re crying out and coming hard around Sydney’s cock right as Sirris walks in.

And Sirris freezes because this is his house and how else is he supposed to react and oh my fucking god you guys aren’t stopping. Whatever broken sense of morality your science professor has starts crossing the line when he sees his kid fucking another one of his students, but Sirris can’t seem to move and his voice is stuck in his throat because you’re whimpering in humiliation and Syd has his face buried in the crook of your neck from the embarrassment but his hips are still moving and his arms move to wrap around your waist to pull you onto him harder.

“S-Sirrrrris, (you’re fucked dumb and it’s obvious to everyone in the room) give us’a min—fuck fuck fuck don’t stop—minute, ‘kay?”

Where you got the audacity to talk to Sydney’s dad (and your science instructor, you remember belatedly) like that is a mystery, but your mind is empty and all you can think of is Sydney. His hair tickling the back of your neck and the vice-like grip he has on your waist and his cock filling you up so so good and then he thrusts upward and suddenly you aren’t thinking at all.

Sydney and Sirris are very obviously father and son, but the way they both look at your fucked-dumb face only proves it more.

Sydney can’t take it anymore and cums right there on the spot, painting your insides warm and white while his dad stands right there.

And then, in a hazy post orgasm-bliss, you both realize that he is still standing there.

“Dad?” A weak and embarrassed mumble. You’d never know he was fucking you stupid a moment before by his tone of voice.

“Um…” A tense anticipation mixed with fearful anxiety fills the room.

“I…I brought snacks, if you guys want them.”

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