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balladetto · 7 months

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These aren’t his hands.

Staring down at them, at the way the fingers flex, at the way the coverings stretch over the skin, the thought pierces through him again.

These aren’t his hands.

He’s a child of the forest. Kokiri, even without a fairy — Kokiri, now that he has Navi. He may be special, but this isn’t— he’s not supposed to be big. He’s not supposed to be grown up. These— these aren’t—

The hands clench, shaking. The leather warps against them. Seven years. Seven years.

( Well, do you understand your destiny?

Yes.

What other choice is there? )

When he leaves the Sacred Realm, blinking back into the Temple of Time, the first place he is told to save is home. The first person he is told to help is a good friend. There are more instructions, some needed item at Kakariko Village, and he listens — as he always does.

The ocarina is smaller in these hands. He swears the sound, as he blows, is different. He plays Saria's Song to hear her voice, and it's the same high, gentle pitch he remembers; it's the same Saria he heard yesterday, seven years ago.

Help me, she pleads. Help me, Link!

He goes: the path set for him. No distractions this time. He does everything right: runs straight to Kakariko, finds hints, chases a gravekeeper's spirit, gets the hookshot.

He steps into Kokiri Forest at the wrong height.

Everything is too small. Everyone is too short. They call him mister 'cause they don't recognise him, 'cause he can't be recognised. They talk about Link like that isn't him, and maybe they're right for it.

( Don't I know you from somewhere, mister?

No.

What other choice is there? )

He gets rid of the monsters. He asks about Saria. He passes by his house once, twice, and on the third time, stops in all his pacing to look at it. The chalk drawing by the roots hasn't faded. His sign is still there. The curtain has been drawn shut, just as he left it days ago.

Seven years ago.

"Are you tired, Link?" Navi asks.

He climbs the ladder with a body too big for its steps.

The first thing he notices as he enters is the open window. He must've forgotten to close it. There are leaves scattered by and on his bed, bugs that've settled in his absence, and the blanket has turned a weird yellow. It's a mess. Just as it was beyond the entryway behind him, everything is too small.

Long legs awkwardly bang on the frame as he dusts his bed off and climbs in. He's not sure where to put everything as he lies down, curled and cramped for the first time in his life here — for the first time his home has ever forced him to be. He can't even rest on his front. Can't even sleep the way he likes. He bunches himself up on his side and squeezes his eyes shut. Navi says something about it looking uncomfortable.

He doesn't move. The blanket, beneath those hands that aren't his, feels the same as it did the last time he was here, and it's the truth he doesn't want to admit.

Everything is too small — 'cause everything is the same.

Everything is the same but him.

He hiccups over a breath that has Navi's warmth fluttering to his forehead, and pretends he can hear more than the quiet of a home that's no longer his.

#* lionheart / study.#( finished the forest temple! and had Thoughts on the whole you're bigger now!! :) thing #i also have Thoughts on the whole upending you're actually a hy.lian! bomb the deku tree sprout drops on him #but he'd be at a point where he's like. sure. this might as well happen! i'll compartmentalise this to process later (never).#and that's less fun than whatever this is lfskjdf #tooth.less asks will be gotten to tomorrow! thank you for your patience folks <3 )#* lionheart / ic.#* ic / para.#* v / a story that can't be changed.#depersonalisation cw #queue tag.

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alilbabysprout · 2 years

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5.18.22 // my first day at ASU online was earlier this week ! here's how i decorated my notebooks for my first two classes <3

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mycelium-stuff · 2 years

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Part 2/2

A galaxy, dice, and studying themed Ms. Gilbert board for @saiiboat

I’m really proud of how this one turned out! Side note, I had to look on her wiki to remember if she was Mrs. or Ms.

She divorced Mr. Gilbert so it’s Ms. if you were wondering

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✏️🌌✏️ - 🌌💫🌌 - ✏️🌌✏️

#🐛 something has sprouted! [request complete]#jrwi stim #just roll with it #jrwi prime force #mrs gilbert #study stim #galaxy stim #dice stim

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abstractreign · 1 year

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❯ joshua & hair

— his hairstyle nine times out of ten is halfheartedly groomed bedhead; he hardly ever uses combs or brushes, and instead uses his fingers to undo knots in his hair and loosely style it.

— that said: as with much of his form, he's actually capable of styling it with pure will alone, even to the point of determining its length as he pleases. (he can also grow back any lost hair instantly— it'll spring back, like jelly.)

— for the most part, joshua's extremely uncomfortable with people he isn't already close to — or fielding as potential sexual partners — touching his hair. however, he does find it endearing when someone a lot younger and nicer than him fixes his hair— or at least attempts to, anyway.

— the texture of joshua's hair is ever so slightly affected by his current state of mind. his hair is naturally soft, but the more intense his emotions are, or the more disordered his mind is, the more wiry (and warmer) it feels.

— joshua isn't completely unreceptive to the idea of wearing facial hair again, though it'll take some gentle, artful convincing and encouragement, as well as suggesting styles that are to his taste that also don't cause him to resemble a certain namesake of his for him to actually go through with it.

#og hc post tbt.#maybe i'm broken⸴ but i'm not sure ❯ study #{ anddd another one of these—#{ but fr you can snip off that ever-growing squiggle of his #{ and if he so wills it (which he will) a new one will immediately sprout out and spring back in its place

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thesecondface · 2 years

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general sentiment for the last few days:

sonny we slumpin' again

#been a WHILE since the Great Pit of 2021-2 #had a good four month break from generalised despair #but I think I am now crashing oops. what new hobbies shall I take up to stem the cracks #it is too hot to quilt. if i switch on my ironing box i instantly crave death in that small hot room that is the study.#to bring back an age old question: shall I buy myself a violin #or is it bookbinding that I will take up instead?#or. shall I buy myself one of those grow your own mushroom boxes? i feel like i could plausibly grow mushrooms. safer than green plants #which I have alas no aptitude for (sprout a bean experiment of 2015: bean rotted away in jar. awful awful smell. never again planting bean)#might have been 2011 idk all the years of my youth blend together #stay tuned for the self-enabling spiral lololol #i am going to extreme hobby my way outta this #side note: pebble is a flint nodule from cretaceous chalk in brighton

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clonesupport · 2 years

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felt like popping in to make an updated version of pre-cultist matty lol haven’t posted much about her pre-joy self and honestly i haven’t thought that much about her past life as a good samaritan citizen lol

i used this picrew if you’re curious ;))

i’ve been thinking about making more lore for her deputy self lately since replaying the game, and definitely ended up simping for sharky again oops so let’s make some trauma- i mean lore about deputy mateo😌 im bouta break hearts with this one, mine included TwT

#she’s a cute lil sprout #don’t mind me #i’m supposed to be studying but instead i’m thinking about angst #mateo and sharky definitely have a past together before john manipulates her to join the cult👀#that’s all for now folks #my oc: mateo harlowe #oo i gotta make new banners for deputy!matty

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hqkalon · 7 months

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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃｜JJK EDITION

synopsis : can you and your older brother's best friend keep a shared secret? a secret of fucking behind your brother's back ... if not then your screwed.

cont. affairs with your brother’s friend, teasing, small age gap, fingering [underneath the table w/ gojo], blowjob, slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, mild degradation, laundry room sex w/ toji, bathroom bj w/ geto, car sex w/ nanami. pairings : toji, nanami, gojo and geto

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

the sneaky one who's always ready for thrills and fun because he somehow gets off to it. your older brother met toii a few months ago and they instantly clicked into being best friends, but the moment you and toii set eyes on each other- you knew something was bound to happen. he always had this lustful-like glint within his eyes which seemed to lure you in closer each time he stopped by the house.

"t-toii this is not the place for this." you slapped his hand away from your ass. you were wearing an oversized shirt with panties; loading the washer-machine with dirty clothes. "mmm why not?" he whispered in your ear with a lingering, yet seductive husk-pressing against your ass. your brother was in his room not too far away from the laundry room, about ten feet away and there's his room. "my brother is here!" you quietly shouted, the thought of your brother finding out that you're fucking his best friend terrified you - no could know, that was a secret you were willing to take to the grave. "if he comes here i'll just say i was helping you out with laundry." he grinned, tugging the hem of your panties. "but as of now. you felt your feet levitate off the ground, "can you help me with this." he place you on top of the washing before sliding your panties to the side.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

the both of you were acquainted prior to his friendship with your brother. your friends were friends of his; therefore, you saw and spoke with him a couple times. though now things were different since he's became a known relative to your family. everything started off smooth, you and him exchanged glances here and there- but you never thought things would progress from there on.

your body pressed against his chest as you rocked back and forth on his length. "shitt angel." nanami cursed out with his hand placed on your waist- watching the way your breast bounced with each rock. "make sure you're watching out for my brother." you panted out as your arms grabbed onto the headrest behind nanami's head. the two of you were fucking in nanami's car since he picked you up from campus to drop you off home. "don't worry." he hissed throwing his head back, "he won't be here till evening." his hands began roaming your body, cupping one of your breasts in his large hand- squeezing around it like a stress ball before pinching your nipple. "mmph! nanami!" you squealed feeling the sensitivity sprout as you squeeze around his length. "ya gonna cum from that?" a cheeky chuckle left his throat before teasing you more.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

the school playboy who just happened to befriend your brother. his reputation wasn't the great, but so wasn't your brother's sadly. the only reason gojo was able to get into university was because he was great at rugby. when he found out that you were a smart kid, he made sure to bypass his way into having you tutor him in hopes of getting closer to you and somehow it worked. the both of you would sit at the table and study together.

"gotta stay quiet if you don't want your brother noticing you getting finger-fucked by is best friend." gojo slyly teased, whispering against your ear. your sitting crisscrossed with your panties pulled to the side as gojo's hand sits in between your thighs as his fingers pace through your folds. "we're suppose to be studying." you bit your lower lip trying to hold back a moan with your head lying against the face of the table. "my brother went to get water." you warned, signaling that he could open the door at any given moment as gojo's fingers continued grazing your sweet spot. "well..." gojo opened your legs with his free hand, fingering into your cunt deeper- you muffling your moan with the palm of your hand. "if you don't have want your brother knowing how much of a slut you are for me. you'll cum before he enters that door." he taunted with a tainted amount of lust traveling through his raspy tone.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

the smart guy who excels top of his class. no one would guess that his into anything physically sinful, but you knew. the day him and your brother decided to watch porn together, which resulted him with a hard-on- walking pass the hallway into the bathroom, seeing you at the corner of his eye was been everything turned left.

"do you wanna help me out?" his narrowed eyes peered in your direction- your eyes wide in surprise from seeing such a view that was least expected. " i-umm." you stuttered out, eyes glued to his crotch as you fidgeted. "it's a yes, or no question. he huffed, brushing his hair back with his fingers as he opened the door to the bathroom with you deciding to trail behind him. the bathroom door is closed and your brother's room is on the other side of the hallway, yet you still decided to join geto's sinful activity. "sit here." he pointed to the toilet as he unbuckled his trousers, freeing himself of his boxers. you sat on the toilet cover with your mouth pouring with anticipation as get closed the distance between the two of you. "try not to choke. i don't need your brother hating me." he huffed, pressing his tip against the plush of your lips as you allowed him inside you mouth- almost gagging in reflex.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #toji smut #nanami smut #gojo smut #geto smut #jjk imagines

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cryptotheism · 4 months

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I hope this doesn't come off as disrespectful, because I'm genuinely curious, but like...is alchemy "real"? Because the way you speak about it is how I wish I could, myself, appreciate it and you're the closest I've ever found to a real world wizard which excites me a great deal. I totally respect if for you it's actually just an interesting academic study without intention, I'm just curious for how you view it in that lens.

No that's a good question!

Short answer: Yes, as in alchemists were real people who could actually do cool shit sometimes, but they weren't actually transmuting lead into gold, you need a particle accelerator for that.

In the 4th century, you weren't a scientist, that word hadn't been invented yet. You were a Natural Philosopher. You studied everything from the stars, to mathematics, to medicine, to the nature of herbs and stones.

In the medieval era, you weren't an astronomer, you were an astrologer. Telling people's horoscopes involved a lot of astronomical math. There wasn't really a difference between astronomy and astrology.

In the renaissance era, you weren't a chemist. The term chemist didn't exist yet. You were an alchemist. You tried to make gold sometimes, but you also manufactured dyes, glass vessels, cosmetics, paints, and medicines. You were kind of a whitesmith, and a glass-blower, and a doctor, and sometimes just a con-man.

Alchemy and chemistry have a relationship similar to Astrology and Astronomy. But, don't think of alchemy as just "Chemistry with magic." Alchemy is the father of modern chemistry. It is the cocoon that chemistry sprouted out of.

The thing is, alchemy is more "real" than astrology is. You know what a common use of astrology was in the medieval era? Diagnosing diseases. You'd check someone's horoscope to determine what medicine to give them. This didn't work. A medieval astrology textbook isn't going to be useful for diagnosing why your stomach hurts.

But!

Medieval alchemy texts are actually useful sometimes. If you want to dye some copper so it looked more like gold, there are alchemy texts that can tell you how to do that. If you want to distill the mercury out of some cinnabar, alchemists could do that. They didn't really know how or why that worked, but they could do it! If you want a potion that could make you immortal, the alchemists could make a philter of mercury and lead that would definitely 100% kill you and it would hurt the whole time you were dying. You can't win em all.

Im writing about the history of alchemy on my patreon if you wanna support me!

#alchemy

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fagofgod · 11 months

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saw one particular comment under some nimona trailer and immediately thought 'oh youd get along well with [redacted] teacher' and. hm.

#ok. whatever. smiley face #some guy said they felt like the movie was hinting at potential romance btwn ballister and nimona and like #good god. whatever. anyway its the same sentiment [redacted] teacher sprouted when we were studying the comic for class and. lol. ok.#we were studying it. for class. and the TEACHER draws the conclusion that the two of them r romantic. what else can i even say

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icedille · 1 year

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ok but i spread like strawberries i climb like peas and beans i’ve been sucking it in so long that i’m busting at the seams. if you even care

#does the heavy balloon make a sound if it falls while i'm not looking at it etc #decided that everything's fine! it will inevitably come back and maybe next time it'll sprout for real but #i don't care for now. have to study #ok goodbye hopefully this one won't show up again for a while ✌️

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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— BEST LIFE

pairings: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader (past), harvey specter x fem!juniorpartner!reader (present)

summary: you’d once been apart of the bau team, but after a situation and a falling out with your boyfriend you moved on. what happens when the bau needs your help on a case, which your boyfriend harvey is also assisting on?

warnings: angsty, asshole harvey cause duh, jealousy (spencer) kisses, cute harvey

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a/n: this literally sprouted in my mind and i just needed to write it lmao, if you haven’t watched suits or criminal minds go right now‼️ they’re both my husbands 😋

when jessica had called you into her office, you’d been calm. apparently one of your cases, which had you and harvey working together, was now of fbi interest. your client was currently suing a company for faulty wiring in his home, which caused it to burn down. and it was apparently not the case at all, the home was suspected to be tied into a serial arsonist.

what you didn’t expect was for your client to be accused of being the arsonist.

“you’re sitting here,”

“uh-huh.”

“telling me,”

“yup.”

“that i’m supposed to believe that richard jeena, the fifty three year old little man, is a serial arsonist?”

you shut the file infront of you, meeting harvey’s eye, “sweetheart?” he uncrossed his legs, leaning forwards with a sweet smile, “yes?” you leaned forwards as well, “that, is exactly what i’m telling you.” harvey leaned back into his chair, disbelief riddling his face.

“and the fbi is flying here?” you nodded along, “fbi agents?” you nodded again, “probably field agents or whatever they’re called. they’ll sit in on the trial, survey the scenes, collect evidence and all.” the familiar clicking of donna’s heels brought a smile to your face, “profilers.”

your heart dropped with one word, “what’d you say?” donna made her way to the two of you, plopping herself down in the chair next to you, “it’s those fbi profilers. yknow, they look at the room and can tell you if he’s left or right handed, blonde, mommy issues and all. nice little packaged criminal profile in seconds.” you couldn’t help correcting her, having dealt with your fair share of assumptions in your years as a profiler.

“that’s not how it works,” harvey swiveled in his chair as donna looked your way, “oh?” harvey smirked as you sighed, “that’s not how it works, we don’t just walk into a room and have it speak to us. we survey the place, fresh eyes and open minds. we look for the things that everyone else seems to miss. we put ourselves in the minds of the criminals themselves, to get a better understanding of them, why they did it and all. you work your way back, start from the victim maybe, see where they’ve been, what they did in the last week, who they talk to. sometimes the killers in their personal circle but not always. every case is different, we try our best to provide an accurate, unbiased profile.”

“i want to take you on my desk, right now.” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends words as donna stared intently, “we. you said ‘we’, as if you know what they do and their job. oh my god, you use to be one. that’s the job you had before coming here! you have a degree in criminal justice, and you said your last job you were at for what, seven years?”

“i graduated high school early, entered harvard at a young age, graduated, entered the fbi at the same time as a— friend. was also studying law, sat the exam in new york since it’s where i wanted to be. finished up at harvard, i was mid to late twenties when i left, wound up here and am now a junior partner, capiche?”

“could just say your age.” mike stood by the door with a wad of files in his hand, “i’d rather die, mike.” harvey laughed, “please don’t incentivise my lovely girlfriend to killing herself mike.”

“as nice as it is to see you all bonding, and trust me, it hits me right in the heart, jessica wants yourself and y/n in the conference room.” louis spoke from the door as you stood up, “first of all, trust with you is fickle, second, tell it to hit you in the face next time lou.” you smacked harvey’s arm as he held his arms up, “friendly fire, i’ll put it out later.” you shoved him by his back before smiling at louis, “i’m sorry about him, he’s not a big fan of the fbi.” louis nodded as he followed you, “duly noted.”

“she’s right, damn pigs.” harvey joked as you approached the conference room, “your highness,” you grinned, “you never treat me so nicely when we’re at home harvey.” he held his hand over his heart, “now don’t lie sweetheart, i’m as nice as mike.” the snort that left your lips had harvey doubling over, “oh please, nice as mike? you wish.”

your giggles were drained from your throat as you stared at half of your old team.

derek morgan, emily prentiss, penelope garcia & spencer reid. the last name, and face you’d still not looked at yet. thankfully, harvey noticed your tenseness, “y/n? sweetheart, you alright?” there it was, that word, sweetheart. spencer couldn’t help but wonder, was it just a word? you always use to call him it, before you dated, teasing of course.

“yeah, i’m fine harv.” he nodded, even if he didn’t believe you he could always ask later on. pulling out his and yours chairs, you sat next to one another. “harvey specter & y/n l/n?” emily questioned as you nodded, “the one and only. and then there’s y/n.” harvey leaned back in his chair, whilst derek stared him down.

what an ass. is what he wanted to say, it was also what he assumed emily was thinking. “emily.” she glanced over at you, surprised at you using her name, “it’s nice to see you all. how’ve you been?” and the bewildered expression was wiped clean off your face, no remnant left. you were a damn lawyer, if there was one thing you’d learned, it was to keep a straight face.

penelope smiled, “we’ve been good, y/n. but we miss you, back home. you’re a lawyer now huh?” you grinned, “the one and only.” harvey squeezed your hand, you squeezed back. “youngest junior partner, ever. my dream. just hoping to make it to senior partner soon, take the title of youngest out from under this guy. i’m happy here, i hope you are too. but down to business.”

and for the next few hours, you’d sat and listened. overlooking the case files, giving statements, reviewing security footage from surrounding houses. at some point mike ended up in the room, having met with your client and being harvey’s associate.

you’d had the pleasure of introducing spencer and mike, the two undeniably similar. you felt comfortable, even betting with penelope that if they touched the world would implode.

“and how much would he loose?”

“127,478.23.” mike and spencer rushed out as the rest of you fought to suppress your smiles, “well y/n, seems like we’ve got a genius-off.” derek laughed as the two men looked towards you, “don’t worry i’ll still love you mike.” mike scoffed at your words, “what makes you think i’d loose?”

“because i know you, and i know reid. trust me, you’d loose.”

reid. not spencer, spence, sweetheart. none of the above, you’d used his last name. as if he was nothing more than a colleague.

“okay, we’ve been here for far too long. and as much as i’d like to sit here and slowly rot, i’d rather do that at the restaurant i have booked for dinner with two lovely ladies. y/n and i have a trial date tomorrow, 8.00am. i think, we bring him along, show him what’s to happen if he doesn’t confess, than toast victory champagne when said confession rolls through. how’s that sound?” if derek’s grin was any indicator, besides a big fat yes?

spencer wanted to puke, ‘lovely ladies?’ multiple women? this man was insufferable. you gathered yourself and harvey’s files, a hand gestured towards you, the last file in said hand. “thanks reid.” he smiled, “no problem-o.” your eyebrows furrowed, “never change do you?” spencer didn’t have time to respond, his brain was too busy blowing a fuse as harvey opened the door for you. “ready for dinner lovely lady?” they all heard harvey ask as you nodded, the four watched as you walked out, his hand on your back as he pecked you on the lips.

“reid, you alright?” derek’s hand rested on his shoulder, “i’m fine, why wouldn’t i be fine? don’t we have places to be? hotch would want to know their on our side, that they reviewed all the information. they’ll help us get a confession out of him.” derek sighed, “because you just saw your ex, who you haven’t seen in years. the one you never got over, happily living in new york as comfortable as possible. a successful business woman and lawyer, happily in a relationship.”

spencer shook his head, “you don’t know that.” emily directed a sympathetic smile his way, “we sat with them for three hours. we watched them laugh, bounce off of eachother for theories, quite literally finish eachothers sentences. order food for eachother without asking, and get their meals right. they held hands when they could, he continued to call her sweetheart. and now they’re going out to dinner.”

spencer’s shoulder dropped, they were right. he’d come here excited at the possibility of seeing you again, talking to you. maybe even beginning again with you. instead, you’re apparently with some suited up asshole. he was annoyingly sweet when it came to you though.

as if the whole three hours weren’t a slap in the face, harvey’s voice rung out through the hallway, “there’s my lovely lady!” rachel, who they’d all met earlier on, was currently guiding a young girl to harvey’s arms. “daddy!” if hearts were boats, than his was sinking. he may have had a chance beforehand, but now?

“is mommy here?” your daughter was currently situated on harvey’s hip, “why don’t you hug her and find out?” your arms were out in the open as your daughter squealed before running to you, “d’you have a fun day with rach?” she nodded her head rapidly as yourself and harvey smiled, he stood behind you, chest to back. his hand rested on your waist as the other moved aside hair from her face, before moving hair from your own.

“now, my lovely ladies, it’s time for dinner.”

lovely ladies, for once, spencer had made a mistake. harvey was going out with multiple women, but not in the way he thought. his daughter and the mother of his child, you.

his words and actions meant nothing, they would mean nothing. you were happy, so happy. you had everything you wanted, a loving marriage and man, a gorgeous family. something spencer hadn’t given you. a man who knew you could hold your own. spencer knew that too, but he couldn’t help himself back then.

right now, you were living your best life.

#criminal minds x bau!reader #criminal minds x reader #suits x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #harvey specter x fem!reader #harvey specter #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter x you

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anantaru · 4 months

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LOSE MY MIND — TIGHNARI

tighnari wants to learn how to make you feel good, so naturally you're willing to show him. wc. 450

・✶ ｡ warnings — oral (fem! receiving), sensitive ears tighnari, inexperienced but a little sassy tighnari, fem! reader

"tighnari— th-this feels good," you gasp underneath the pressure of having tighnari experimentally toy with your clit, a soft noise sprouting into a sob when he nibbles on your folds, sucking on the skin and leaving a trail of his spit behind.

"there," you plead, "s-stay there!"

"like that?" he cocks a brow, and he listens to your every word with great enthusiasm because tighnari wants to make you cum more than anything right now— greatly lapping his tongue over your sensitive cunt with a quick pace, his hands digging into your ass as he groans into your pussy when you reach down to drift your fingers around his ears featherlight, watching how his blissed expression morphs into one of true enjoyment.

from here on out, the energy and determination grew to make you cum, no longer does his tongue stutter and return to its slow pace but rather desperately goes faster as he licks your cunt, all tighnari can think of is how good you must taste once you're finishing against his face.

"more, please more, please!" you shake under his trace, the consequences of tighnari being a quick learner and memorizing your every blazing place that he was certain, will drive you off the edge.

"t-that's what you need?" he grins, "feels good like that?" eyes lidded as he downright uses your pussy to study your body, you've never been more satisfied in your entire life and you wonder just how quick he must've picked up on your most pleasurable spots— a fast learner, gathering your messy arousal and cream like a wild animal, a more rapid lover, looking up to find your eyes and turn you shy.

his fingers gracefully trace from your thighs to your chest, like feathers tickling over your body as he enjoys how your thighs push and jump around his head, your digits digging further into his hair and massaging his ears— you're so needy, fuck, you need it so bad and tighnari was willing to give it to you, of course, always sucking strongly and swiping his tongue over your clit.

"it's good when i do this?" he says instantly, pecking the hidden pearl of your clit and attacking the sensitive bundle of nerves with a harsh lap of his tongue afterwards, "it's a love language, right?" another kiss, and his touch leaves you shuddering, your legs desperately clamping around his head as you slide your fingers over his ears so he'd groan into your cunt again, so his noises could send vibrations through your belly until the sensation made you writhe out with ecstasy.

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