Do You Write About Real People Eg Jenna Ortega/billie Eillish

SOFT LAUNCH

Of? I’m gonna need some more details, otherwise I might think I’m in a relationship that I don’t know of! 😂

Is there a specific character? Or pair? Or even fandom? That you’re looking for?

Let me know! 🙂🤔

Late post, but, Chapter 13 of Emily’s Anger is out!

I’ve gotten an influx of Tumblr requests, so for anyone who sent one in, you’ll have to hold your horses, and let me slowly pump them out!!

Thanks for the requests, I’ll get to them as quick as possible!

sorry new here do u post on Ao3 aswell or just here??

I do indeed post on AO3, my pieces have been a little slow to come out on there recently, but it's under my name, Wylix.

I mostly write Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau x Reader, I have a series called The Ghost! :)

I also dabble in Penelope Garcia x Reader and other tags like Jennifer Jareau x Reader and Emily Prentiss x Reader!

One Shot Text Messages

Emily: Are you always this annoying, or is it just me? Y/N: It's a gift. Don't be jealous. Emily: Oh, I'm not jealous. I'm just concerned you don't have any other hobbies. Y/N: Teasing you is my hobby. Very fulfilling, by the way. Emily: You need better standards. Y/N: Says the woman texting me for attention. Emily: Attention? Please. I'm just reminding you I'm smarter. Y/N: Is that what you call it? Adorable. Emily: You’re lucky I love you. Y/N: No, you’re lucky I tolerate you. Emily: Tolerate? You practically worship me. Y/N: If by "worship" you mean rolling my eyes, then yeah, sure. Emily: Careful. That attitude might get you uninvited to dinner tonight. Y/N: … I’ll bring dessert. Emily: Smart choice. Y/N: Told you I was awesome.

Influx of Requests

With an influx in requests, in which I'm happy to fulfill and write up, bear with me as I slowly roll them out! Thank you for all your requests and ideas, I'm not saying to stop sending them in :) , I'm just making sure people know it'll take a little while for each of them! 😁

Chapter 2 is up! Enjoy!

if u don't mind me asking do you have an ig/willing to share it?

Sadly, I'm anonymous online for now. Wylix is my online persona and so far hasn't been opened to my actual life. I do have my discord and tumblr all available for messages? :) , my contact info is my top pinned post!

Sorry!

Maybe, if you'd like, you could DM me and I could share it privately after getting to know you?

The Confessions - Chapter 1 is out!

JJ and Y/N are kidnapped, Y/N insists on taking Askari's torture, refusing to give him the information he so truly desires. The BAU team finding the both of them in the knick of time, Y/N's unconsciousness bringing up feelings that both JJ and Y/N had buried months ago.

Under my request series!

if u write literally any penelope garcia x fem!reader smut i will love u forever 🙏🙏🙏 (does not have to be like super smutty if u dont want) (maybe they go home together after a hard case and. relax. a little?)

i love ur writing!! :3

Enjoy :)

Rainbows and Storm Clouds 🌈 🌧️

The case had taken too much from both of them. Penelope closed the front door to their shared apartment with a heavy sigh, dropping her tech bag beside the coat rack.

Her heart was still tangled in the horror of the week, missing kids, sleepless hours, too much coffee and too little hope. From the kitchen, Y/N looked up.

She was tall and elegant in that quiet, still-water way. Bare feet, tank top, and sleep pants slung low on her hips. Her lean frame moved slowly, muscles pulled tight from exhaustion.

The subtle tattoos on her ribs and inner arms peeked out in the soft kitchen light, delicate and personal. "Hey, love," Y/N said gently, crossing the floor in long strides to catch Penelope.

"You're home."

Penelope let herself melt into the hug, burying her face in Y/N's chest. "I've never hated the world more." Y/N just held her tighter, one of her hands moving to hold Penelope's gorgeous blonde hair.

"I know."

They didn't talk much more. Didn't need to. The night folded in around them like velvet, slow, warm, and insanely gentle. Quiet music drifted from a speaker.

Penelope lit lavender candles while Y/N poured two glasses of wine, then set them down untouched on the bedside table. They kissed slow, Y/N always kissed slow.

Her fingers stroked behind Penelope's ear, across her jaw, down her sides, steady and reverent like she was trying to remind them both what tenderness looked like.

Penelope fell back on the bed, legs open, arms reaching, "Touch me," she whispered, her eyes glassy and soft. Y/N didn't rush. She always liked starting things slow, savouring every reaction, every sound and tremble.

She kissed down Penelope's neck, along her chest, between the soft curves Garcia always called 'too much' but Y/N loved them. Worshipped them.

She mouthed at her girlfriend's breast, sucking gently until Penelope arched up into her mouth. Fingers dipped low. Slow circles. Long strokes.

Y/N slid two fingers inside, curling them perfectly, her other hand never stopping its slow petting over Penelope's ribs, her belly, her thigh.

Penelope whined and gasped, thighs tightening, hips rocking up, one hand tangled in Y/N's soft, sun streaked hair. "I've got you," Y/N murmured, the vibration sending more sensation across Penelope's body.

"Let it go."

Penelope came with a soft cry, back arching like a bow. Y/N stayed with her, kissing every part of her she could reach, waiting for her to breath again.

Then Penelope blinked up at her, smiling, flushed and blushing, "Your turn." Y/N was quick to shake her head gently, "No, you don't have to..."

Penelope, in turn, shook her head, rolling them over with surprising strength, straddling Y/N with a wicked little smile. "I want to." Y/N let her.

Penelope took her time. She pressed kisses to the slope of Y/N's shoulders, licked down the lines of the tattoo on her ribs, traced her hands across the soft stretch of Y/N's stomach, admiring how she twitched under the touch.

Then she slid down between her legs, spreading her thighs gently, kissing the inside of one before curling her fingers into her. Y/N gasped and let her head fall back, one arm thrown over her eyes, the other fisting the sheets.

Penelope sucked slow and deep, fingers matching her rhythm, her free hand holding Y/N's hip still as she moved. Every moan Y/N gave her was a gift.

Every trembling breath, every whispered plea for "just a little more, please," was wrapped in love and gratitude.

When Y/N came, it was like something quiet breaking open, her voice low, shuddering, thighs shaking, body relaxing all at once like the band had snapped. Her body ending its fight against itself.

After, Penelope kissed her way back up, pulling Y/N into her arms. They laid there, heartbeats slowing in sync. Eventually, they padded barefoot into the bathroom.

Y/N ran the bath while Penelope dimmed the lights and brought the abandoned wine glasses on from the bedside. The tub was filled with lavender and honey oils, the warm water almost glowing in the candle light.

They sank into the bath, limbs tangled, bodies soft, heads resting together in silence. Garcia kissed Y/N's temple and whispered, "Thank you..."

Y/N kissed her back, "Always, love."

They stayed in the water until the candles burned low, until the pain of the world faded into the warmth between them, and nothing else existed by skin, breath and the raw and unconditional safety of each other.