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mates, part ii

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content warnings: abo dynamics, smut (knotting, dirty talk, teasing/a lil bit of humiliation); just as an fyi everything is completely consensual!

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To: Y/N

Are you ignoring me?

Y/N quickly swipes out of her text thread with Harry and locks her phone. It's been a little over a week since they met at his frat's party, and it's safe to say that she's been... overwhelmed by the possibility of him being her mate.

It's not that he did anything to make her uncomfortable, or he doesn't seem like a nice guy — all the opposite, actually. After they kissed, there was no follow-up on his end to try to convince her to stay over or sleep with them. They just talked, about everything and anything, ranging from their go-to coffee order to their most embarrassing childhood stories. It was only when Y/N realized her phone was blowing up with panicked texts from Lea and Paige that she decided to head home, but not without exchanging numbers with Harry and a sweet forehead kiss.

It was nice. But Y/N wasn't ready to settle down, and she'd never even thought the whole mates thing was real! And now she just had this knowledge that this man who seemed like he could be her mate was gorgeous and kind and lived all but 10 minutes away from her and — it was just all too much.

So that's why she's ignoring him.

. . .

"She here?"

Harry tears his attention from staring down the front door, glancing at Noah, one of his frat brothers. He grumbles in response and takes a sip of his lukewarm beer.

"Dude, she's probably not your mate if she doesn't wanna see you," he continues, but Harry shrugs, searching through the crowded room to see if she or any of her friends came to their party tonight. "I'm just saying, you're probably driving yourself crazy over some omega girl that just fucked with your head."

"She wouldn't do that." Harry mutters through a clenched jaw. "It's not like that."

"Whatever, man."

He doesn't pay attention as Noah walks away, already pulling his phone out to see if she's replied to any of his messages from the past week.

Unsurprisingly, there isn't a thing.

. . .

After Harry forces himself up to bed, he wakes up to his phone vibrating on his nightstand. Through squinted eyes, he sees that the call is coming from an unknown number but in a sleepy haze, he still answers.

"Is this Harry?" a panicked voice sounds through the receiver.

"Uh... yeah," he croaks, clearing his throat, "Who is this?"

"Lea. Y/N's friend."

His eyes snap open and he sits up, his chest starting to ache the more he awakens.

"Listen, I don't really know much about this, like I remember learning about in school growing up but I've never seen it happen but, um— Y/N's like, really sick, and I think she needs you."

"What do you mean she's sick?" he fires back, throwing the comforters off his body. He presses the 'speaker' button and grabs a pair of sweatpants to throw on, quickly shimmying them up his legs.

"She's in her heat, I think, and it came out of nowhere. We live together, so I usually can tell when it's coming by the way she's acting or her scent," Lea explains, "But she— she woke up not too long ago and she's sweating and feverish. She told me what happened at the party, how she thinks you two might be mates and it's the first thing I thought of— I don't know if I should take her to the hospital—"

"Don't do that," Harry cuts her off, the thought of people poking and prodding her when she's in such a vulnerable state sending a shiver down his spine, "I'm coming. Send me your address."

"Harry, do you understand what this means?" Lea asks, her tone hardened. "It means you are mates and her body is in so much pain from being away from you that it's physically calling out to you."

"Yes, I understand," he mutters, jogging down the stairs of the house, "I paid attention in class too. Address. Now."

The line goes dead and Harry's movements pause, a crease between his brows. He's ready to punch the wall when a text comes through from the same number.

Here's our address. I'm leaving as soon as you get here. Don't fuck with her.

. . .

Hot.

Everything is so fucking hot.

Y/N doesn't think she's ever felt this awful in her life. She's gone through heats before and is usually able to manage them on her own — she doesn't believe in needing to call up some boneheaded alpha to fuck her through it — but this is... it's nearly intolerable. She doesn't understand why Lea leaves the room and who she's talking to on the other side of the door. She's barely able to pick up on what she's saying, the pounding in her head so severe, her skin tight and uncomfortable, so all she does is hope she's calling 911.

It turns out, it's not 911.

It's Harry.

And if she wasn't feeling so terrible, she may have fought Lea on it, but she's gone the second Harry steps into her bedroom. Through blurry eyes, she recognizes his face and she swallows harshly. The ache in her chest lessens ever so slightly as she smells the same warm, musky scent she found comfort in last week.

"Heard you're not feeling too hot," he murmurs, kneeling down on the floor next to Y/N's head. She grumbles out something and he chuckles, lifting his hand to swipe away some of the sweat-matted baby hairs on her forehead.

"Why're you here?" she slurs out, resisting the embarrassingly primal urge to grab his hand and lift his wrist to her nose.

"Lea called me," he replies softly, "She thought I might be able to help."

"Why?"

His shoulders slump slightly and Y/N doesn't know why.

"Well... we're mates, remember?" he says gently, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, "And... this is kind of a scientific thing that happens when you meet your mate and you distance yourself from them. Your body is craving me. Essentially."

"'s dumb," she mutters, swallowing slowly, "But I feel better with you here."

The corners of Harry's mouth turn up slightly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nods. "Harry?"

"Hm?"

"m gonna ask you to do something and I need you not to judge me."

His spine straightens, concern apparent in his face.

"I need your knot. Badly."

. . .

It takes Y/N around 20 minutes to convince Harry to have sex with her.

It's not because he doesn't want to — he's actually been daydreaming about it for the past week, and had more wet dreams than when he presented as an alpha for the first time. He's concerned that when her false heat wears off and her body calms itself down, she'll do the same thing again, where she gets scared and starts avoiding him. And they both know she can't promise him anything, that trust can only exist if they allow it, but he can see how much she's aching for it. She looks better now that she's in his presence; the sweat beading at her forehead has evaporated, he's made her drink water so she's a bit more hydrated, and she doesn't feel as weak now that he offered her to nose at his neck.

(He could tell she wanted to and was too embarrassed to ask. He crawled into bed next to her, ignoring the dampness of her sheets and allowed her to nuzzle up to him, cuddling into his side as she takes deep, calming inhales of his scent.)

Harry can smell how desperate she is. The alpha part of his brain is going insane and it's taking every cell in his body not to ruin her the way he wants to. He knows she's leaking down to her bum, her panties and sleep shorts soaked from writhing in need for the past few hours, and it's finally when she starts moving against him, grinding on his hip that he gives in.

"Alright, puppy," he mutters, gripping her hips and pressing his thumbs into her skin, "You need to relax if you want me to knot you."

"I can't," Y/N whines with a sniffle, "I've been begging for you hours—"

"It's been less than a half an hour, sweetheart—"

"I don't care!" she pouts, "Please, just knot me, I need it, please alpha—"

"Y/N," his pupils dilate a noticeable amount at the use of the honorific, and it makes her smirk. She's prepared to use every tactic in the book, desperate to feel some sort of intimacy with the person she knows is her mate. "Take a deep breath. I'll give you what you want as soon as you stop squirming around."

She does as she's told, watching him as he shows her to inhale deeply, hold it, and then let it out. Her shoulders relax some, her muscles just a little less tense than they were a second ago. She feels some sort of relief knowing that he is planning to knot her and she doesn't have to beg for it any longer (something she knows she'll be humiliated by as soon as her false heat passes).

"Okay," Harry says softly, sitting up on his knees, "You can tell me to stop at any point, alright? As soon as you feel that you're winding down or you don't want to do it anymore, you let me know—"

"Yes, yes, just fuck me already!"

He grunts with a roll of his eyes before pulling his tee-shirt up and over his head, Y/N's mouth nearly salivating at the sight of his toned muscles. Every dirty act is passing through her brain at a mile a minute — she wants to do everything from grind on his abs to have him fuck her face down, but she knows it's better to stay quiet and accept whatever he's willing to give her.

"Jesus, you're soaked," he mutters when he tucks his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, revealing her sodden panties. He can see the outline of her swollen pussy through the damp fabric, licking his lips as he pulls at them, the tightened material brushing up against her most sensitive parts with a gasp. "Why didn't you tell me you made such a mess down here?"

She whimpers, too hazy to reply. With a smirk, he pushes the width of the fabric to the side to push a finger inside, her pulsating hole instantly clamping down around it.

"So needy," he mumbles, curling up to her g-spot. She moans out loudly and he chuckles. "What, all that for just one finger? Such a noisy little puppy. Gonna need to gag you."

Her eyes roll back at that and he makes a mental note of her apparent affinity for restraints, adding another finger in to begin stretching her out. She's all but riding his fingers, grinding down on them desperately as she begs through breathy moans to stop teasing and make her cum.

"You're not coming unless it's around my cock," he says, stretching up over her body to latch his lips around her nipple. She arches her back, clawing at his shoulders to bring him closer as his tongue lulls around the bud, popping off when it's hard and messy with his spit.

"N-need your cock," she stumbles over her words through fluttered eyelashes, "Please alpha."

Harry groans and rips her panties from her body, reaching up to stuff them in her mouth without a second thought. She squeaks through the ball of fabric, eyes wide with surprise that quickly turns to lust.

"If you want me to last at all, I need you to shut the fuck up," he nearly growls as he pushes his sweatpants down his legs. His cock is painfully hard — if he's being honest, he's been hard since he left his house an hour ago, thinking about the way Y/N was likely writhing around in her bed, horny and desperate for him. He's never been the edging type — he's usually far too impatient for that — and this just proved that he really doesn't care for it.

Her eyes are watery at this point, his heart jumping at the sight of his sweet, submissive omega beneath him. He realizes that, if he's lucky, this is what the rest of his life will look like. Fuck, he hopes it is.

Hovering over her form, his prick bobbing beneath their bodies, he lifts a thumb to her face to wipe away the fallen tears. He coos, his lips upturned in a devilish smirk as she spit slowly pools at the corners of her lips.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks huskily, shifting his knees upwards so he's smearing the tip of his cock over her clit. A muffled whimper sounds from her lips and she nods eagerly. "Sweet little omega. Gonna make you mine, okay? Gonna stuff you full of my knot the way you've been begging."

He makes good on his promise, Y/N's eyes rolling back as he pushes into her. His chest vibrates with a load moan, the warmth of her pussy instantly wrapping around him in the most delicious way.

"So fuckin' warm and wet, knew you'd be perfect," he mutters, reaching for her hand. She takes it instantly, intertwining their fingers together and pressing their hands next to her head into the fluff of her pillow, "From the second I set eyes on you— you were mine, you know that?"

She nods her head, his prick pushing inside of her in a steady pace. He reaches up and rips the fabric from her mouth, tossing it the side before smearing their lips together in a messy kiss.

"Fuck," she breathes, her jaw slack, "Fuck, you feel so good."

She resists saying the words that are at the tip of her tongue — you feel like you were made for me — because it's too soon, too intimate to say right now. She knows that they both feel it, though. She can barely utter out words when his hand travels down to where they're connected, thumbing at her clit.

"How do you like it, baby?" he asks through a clenched jaw, "Like this? Soft and slow?"

She shakes her head, gasping when he increases the pressure and speed of her finger on the nerves.

"Ah, there it is. Like it faster, hm? Oh, look at that, so cock dumb and ready to gush around me."

"Pl-please, I need to cum, I—"

"'Please'?" he mocks, and her mouth drops open at his unexpected teasing tone, "'Please make me cum, alpha, need your knot.' Silly baby."

She's surprise that his taunting is finally what does her in, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly as he fucks her through her orgasm. He's so thankful — so thankful — since he's been fighting his own peak off for what seems like an impossibly long time, and when he flutters his eyelashes open to see her own eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure, the prettiest of moans falling from her lips, he's coming. It's so much, which he supposes he should've expected, and she gasps out when she feels him filling her and fucking his cum deep inside.

It's a mess of breathy moans and whimpers, Y/N's eyes wide as she watches him, the fullness an all-consuming sensation that she's immediately addicted to.

"Y'alright?" Harry finally croaks out, wiping some of the sweat away from her forehead. She nods, her pussy clenching down on his knot in the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Shit—"

"Sorry," she quickly breathes out, "Sorry, it was an accident—"

"'s okay, pretty," he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, "Here, do you wanna— I can move us onto our sides to it's a little easier."

She nods. He's gentle in his movements, looking out for any sudden winces as they shift, spooning her from behind with his knot still tucked inside of her.

"Do you feel better?" he asks softly, running his fingers down the length of her arm.

"Yeah," she murmurs, "Thank you. I'm sorry if I ransacked you into this. I know I haven't been great this past week... you're probably pretty pissed that I'm your mate."

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, his heart rate quickening ever so slightly at the mention of her being his.

"Not pissed at all. Over the moon, actually."

She smiles. "You're silly," she tilts her head, craning her neck to look at him. "I know it's late, but do you think we can make something to eat after this? I have pizza rolls in the freezer."

Pressing a kiss to her temple, his lips break out into a grin so wide it almost hurts.

"Yeah, baby. I'll make you whatever you want."

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professionalsimpforgeorgeweasley · 1 month

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What They'll Say About Us

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"When you wake up it won't be over, so don't you give up". - FINNEAS

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: Spencer winds up in a coma after an intense case leaving you to think about all the events that have lead up to this moment.

Warnings: unrealistic medical practices and police procedures, canon typical violence, blood, mentions of being shot, probably some spelling or grammar mistakes, let me know if I missed anything else.

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You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you gasped for breath in the hospital waiting room. You looked down at the blood that was slowly drying on your hands. The blouse you were wearing over your camisole that you used to try to stop the blood was probably long gone in evidence right about now.

The rest of the team should've been here by now. You had only left a few minutes earlier after insisting on riding in the ambulance with spencer.

"Y/N where is he?" You heard a familiar voice you could only associate with Morgan behind you.

"They took him into surgery a-and they said it doesn't look too good for him right now." You felt the tears that had been begging to come out finally falling down your face.

"Have you been checked out you look really shaken up?" Morgan hugged you not caring if he got blood on himself.

The rest was a haze. Morgan had taken you to be examined so they could make sure that you weren't hurt too badly. The local police had taken pictures of your injuries before they allowed the nurse to clean you up. You were forced to retell and relive the memory of how you and Spencer caught the unsub before his partner came and shot Spencer from behind you. You told them how you tried to fight him off but we're unsuccessful.

After the nurses and police were done you changed into sweats and a hoodie that Emily had grabbed from your hotel room for you. Everyone but Emily had left to search for the unsubs. The only thing left for the two of you to do was wait until the surgeon came out with an update for you.

"We had him Emily, we caught him." You started crying again "If I would have just checked the house better or turned aroun-"

"Y/N you stop right there. Don't blame yourself for anything that happened tonight because it is not your fault." She said as she pulled you into her side.

"But wh-what if he doesn't make it em. What if he dies and I never get to tell him-" your own sobs interrupted your words.

"Spencer is strong as hell if anyone is gonna make it it's going to be him." She attempts to reassure you but you can't force the dark thoughts out for your head because it's all you can think about as the two of you sit there in silence.

After what was probably hours you saw the surgeon walking out and towards you. You turned to wake up Emily next to you before you ran over to her.

"is Spencer okay? Did he make it?" You urged the surgeon to give you all the answers she had for you.

"He's doing just fine the surgery went well. But-" you swear you felt your whole stomach drop as soon as that final word left her mouth.

"But what?" Emily pressed from behind you, clearly as eager as you to get answers.

"But there was a lot of blood loss and he slipped into a coma after surgery so from here on out we just have to play the waiting game and see what happens. He's in a room now if you guys would like to see him and I'm sorry I didn't have more answers to give." The surgeon nodded before she walked away.

You looked at Emily with those same tears as before. All you could think about was the possibility of Spencer never waking up.

"You should go see him first I can go in a little later." She patted your shoulder and you didn't spare a second before rushing down the hall to see him.

You couldn't help but cry at the sight of him laying there with all the tubes and wires around him. You'd never seen him looking so dull and lifeless. You gently sat beside him and grabbed his hand but it only made you sob more with the subtle beeping of the monitor in charge of his heart rate in the background.

"Spence please I just need you to wake up. There's so much I need to tell you about everything and I can't do this without you."

You just prayed that he would wake up and this whole nightmare would be over just as fast as it started.

A/N: I'm so excited to start this series. I've had this idea in my head for a while now and I'm so happy to get to share this with other people and to have y'all read it! Also this might have a lot of errors cause I'm currently half asleep writing this 👍

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blackshadowswriter · 1 year

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Always Here┃Matt Murdock

Summary: Even the Devil got nightmares sometimes. Luckily, you would always be there for him to pick up the pieces. Tysm to @cioemyr for the request! 🖤

Words: 1875

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares, dreams about losing a loved one, Matt's Catholic guilt that you have to slap out of him (not literally ofc, boi is traumatized)

AN: Guess who finally sat down and wrote out requests from months ago. I'm sorry it took so long, but it's here now! It is a little shorter than what I usually write, but I had to rewrite this several times, so this is the best I got.

That night, you awoke to a heartbroken plea from the Devil, echoing through the darkness.

When your eyes first shot open, darting around in the dark space of the bedroom, you couldn't remember what had awakened you for a few seconds.

Until Matt twisted in the sheets besides you with a shaken cry of "Foggy!"

You were shooting upright in a heartbeat, scooting closer to Matt's side of the bed and calling his name softly. Usually, you wouldn't have to move too far to find Matt in the bed since he normally spooned you like a giant, Devil-sized koala bear. However, tonight, it seemed that he had writhed away from you, plagued by the tortures of his mind.

This wasn't the first time Matt had been trapped in a nightmare, so you knew what to do. When he was like this, touching his hypersensitive skin was a great way for you to get decked in the face, courtesy of Matt's unfailing but rather violent reflexes, the first of which was to lash out at whoever touched him. It was something you couldn't exactly blame him for, especially when his nightmares usually involved being attacked or losing someone to an attack. This time, you were guessing that said someone was Foggy.

Instead of trying to touch any other part of his twisting body, you gently brought your hands up to his hair, carding through the damp strands slowly, hoping he could sense it was your touch. For a moment, Matt's body locked up at the new sensory detail, his anguished movements stilling to something a little more controlled—twitches running along the broad, muscular plane of his body.

Seeing him calm ever so slightly, you incorporated your voice.

"Matt," you called softly. "It's alright. You're okay."

In the faint illumination of the neon lights, spilling through his windows from that godawful billboard across the street, you could see Matt's face, shining with sweat and something you suspected were tears, contort in agony as his body shuddered again in his nightmare.

"It's just me, Matty," you continued, keeping your voice sweet and soft, knowing you didn't have to speak loud for his sensitive ears to pick up on it. You could only hope your voice was cutting through the fog of his dream-addled mind. "Come on, wake up, honey, you're safe here."

With a gasp, Matt's eyes flew open, and he bolted upright, clawing at the sheets, dark eyes darting around the room as if looking for a nonexistent enemy that he could not see. He tried to stagger out of bed, probably trying to go fight an invisible battle in his boxers.

"Hey, hey, hey, Matt!" you called, reaching out to gently catch his wrist. His head snapped towards you at the touch, but you weren't alarmed. You could never be afraid of Matt, and you knew that his erratic behavior was due to the fact that he usually had trouble orienting himself when waking up, especially from a terrible dream.

You said your name aloud, hoping the familiar word would break Matt out of his haze. "It's me, Matt. You're at home. You're safe. I'm safe. We're both safe, remember?"

Slowly, Matt relaxed in your hand, tension seeping out of his tightly wound form like blood washed away. He whispered your name in a shattered voice that sounded so vulnerable, so broken that your heart ached for him.

"Yeah, I'm here, Matt," you assured him quietly, dropping your hand down from his wrist to lightly entwine in his fingers. He clung to yours as though it were a lifeline in the whirlpool of his drowning mind. His body sagged back down into the bed and fell against you limply, no energy left in him. You caught his heavy weight as best as you could, gently shifting him until he could lay his head against your chest where you knew the sound of your steady heartbeat would comfort him.

"I got you," you murmured, adjusting the two of you so that you said with your back against the headboard and Matt's comforting weight across your front.

He kept his head over your heart for a few moments, breathing deep but shaky breaths before turning his face to bury it in your neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry—"

"Don't be," you said firmly. "Don't be sorry."

"I woke you up—"

"And I would gladly wake up a hundred times whenever you need me." You ran your hand through his sweat-slick hair, gently scratching that spot near his neck that made him purr. "The same way you wake up for me when I need you."

A shudder ran through his body, and you pretended like you didn't feel the hot, wet tears sliding down your neck for Matt's sake—the man was somehow convince that crying meant bothering you, and it had taken you months to assure him that no, Mathew, crying is normal, and I am very much fine, stop with the Catholic guilt.

"Tell me about it?" you asked softly. "If you want?"

You felt the warm air from his slow exhale skate across your collarbone and waited patiently for him to speak. If he didn't want to talk about what he had dreamt about, you weren't going to push him, the same way he had never pressed you for more details than you wanted to share on your own nightmares. But if he did need to talk, you were going chase out the stupid voice in his head telling him he deserved to suffer in solitude and make sure that Matt knew he could talk to you.

Eventually, Matt seemed to have found his voice. "Foggy," he croaked. "I dreamt about Foggy." He drew in a terse, shaky breath and pressed his face against the soft skin of your neck, taking in your comforting scent for a few moments. "He got—hurt, and it was my fault."

"I'm sure it wasn't—" you started to say, but Matt shook his head firmly, his hand fisting in your shirt.

"It was," he said hoarsely. "I wasn't fast enough—wasn't good enough to save him. They took him, and I couldn't do anything about it."

Silently, you took in his words while your fingers absently stroked the nape of his neck. You didn't bother to ask who "they" was, knowing the many enemies that hounded Matt's subconsciousness. It could have been any one of them, and who it was didn't really matter right now—only that Foggy had been hurt, and Matt blamed himself.

Of course, it was entirely possible that, in his dream, something he had done had either directly or indirectly caused whatever had happened to Foggy. However, it was equally likely that Matt had had nothing to do with it and simply blamed himself like he did with so many other things that were not his fault.

Without knowing exactly what had transpired (and Matt didn't seem too keen to share details), you were fumbling in the dark, unsure of how to reassure Matt.

You settled for the safest option. "It was just a dream," you soothed Matt, brushing your lips over his sweaty forehead. "Foggy is okay."

"I don't know that." Matt stiffened suddenly as if just realizing something. "I don't know that," he repeated, moving to sit up. "God, I need to go check on him—I need to make sure he's okay—"

You shushed Matt gently, tugging him back into your arms. "Foggy is okay," you reiterated quietly. "He sent me a meme about penguins at 2 in the morning, just 30 minutes ago. He's definitely okay," you told him in amusement.

Slowly, Matt sank back into your arms, apparently reassured by his best friend's rather irritating tendency to text you the most irrelevant things in the middle of the night. You resumed the pace of your fingers in his hair, and after a few moments, Matt went so quiet and still that you almost thought he had fallen asleep.

Until he shifted slightly and turned his face up to press a kiss against your jaw. "I love you," he rasped. "I love you so much. Thank you for...for putting up with this—putting up with me. I don't deserve you."

Oh, Matthew. My sweet, wonderful, dear, idiotic boyfriend.

You slid your hand underneath Matt's jaw and tilted his face up towards yours until you could take his tormented expression, face twisted with guilt. Even without hearing him speak a single word more, you could already hear the self-beratement running through his head.

"Matt," you said slowly, "I want you to listen very carefully to me. I know you can do that. So I want you to open those bat ears of yours and listen to me, okay?"

He cocked his head to the side slightly, evidently bewildered, but Matt humored you and nodded, licking his lips slowly.

"I do not put up with you," you said firmly. Matt's brows scrunched together (adorable, your distracted brain input), confusion blooming on his face as you continued. "I put up with my shitty coworker who hits on me every day. I put up with that ridiculously enormous rat that lurks outside your apartment and hisses at me every goddamn morning. I put up with the grumpy old woman who comes in every day to my work with an attitude dating back to 500 B.C."

You paused to watch the slight twitch of amusement on Matt's lips, glad you could cheer him up even that little.

"But," you said in the voice you used to take to your childhood dog when it misbehaved, "I do not put up with you. I take care of you when you need me to, the same way you take care of me when I need you to. Do you know why I do it?"

Matt let out a hoarse laugh. "That's what I've been wondering ever since you came into my life, sweetheart," he murmured in that self-depreciating tone you hated.

"Because I love you, Matthew Michael Murdock," you said sternly, smirking at the way he grimaced at the last part.

You just got middle named, Murdock.

You tilted your head down and kissed him softly, reveling in the way Matt sighed against your lips, practically turning into putty in your arms. "I love you, Matt. And when people love each other, this is what they do. You don't like the fact I get up in the middle of the night for you? Too fucking bad because I'm going to do it anyways. I fucking love you, Matthew, you hear me?"

"I hear you," he murmured. "And I love you too. This has to be the most aggressive declaration of love I've ever heard though."

You kissed him again. "Someone has to knock some sense into that Catholic-guilt-riddled brain of yours."

Matt huffed out a laugh against your lips, bringing his hand up to cup the side of your face. "You do it rather well," he decided. "I love you so much, sweetheart."

Kissing his hair, you nudged Matt and scooted the two of you down into the sheets until you both were more or less back in the same position you had fallen asleep him: Matt curled around you like your Devil-shaped teddy bear.

With a sleepy, content sigh, Matt nuzzled into your neck again, lips brushing over your pulse point gently. "I love you, sweetheart," he whispered again.

"I love you, Matt," you said quietly, reaching your fingers up to stroke his hair. "And I'll always be here for you, I promise."

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AN: I'm on a roll with these Matt fics, the brain juices are finally flowing! I have so much I wanna write now even if it puts me so behind on my homework. Oh well 😬

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mina-saiyat · 8 months

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1209 Trouble (Dahyun, Tzuyu)

'Boss...' You open your eye and see Mina is standing next to you.

'Mina, why are you here? I miss you so much.' You try to hug her, but she turns around to escape your arms.

'Mina?' You are curious, and you try to hug her again. However, she keeps resisting you.

'How can you do that...' Mina starts to cry. 'How could you and Jihyo do it in my house, and even in the toilet? That's where our loves begin. This is supposed to be a place where only our memories exist, but you... I hate you! I hate you, boss!' Mina says as she turns around to leave.

'Mina! Mina, No!' You try to hold her hands to make her stay, but you can't move and just be able to watch her runaway.

'Mina!' You open your eye again, and luckily, it was just a dream, but the dream is too real, which makes yourself covered by your sweat.

After You calm down, you check the time before climbing out of bed to wash your face. You go past Dahyun's room and check to make sure you didn't wake her.

You carefully open the door, try your best not to wake her up. You slowly approach her bed and admire her sleeping beauty. Dahyun seems having a nightmare, she looks so frightening and keeps whispering. 'Please don't leave me, Oppa...'

You grab a chair and set up beside her. Patting her head, you reassure Dahyun even though she's sleeping. Softly saying, "It’s okay, Dahyun. I won't leave you. You're precious to me." When you see it's not working as well as you want, you get in bed beside her and pull her onto your chest, being careful not to wake her up. You rub her back slowly and help her sleep. "I'm here, Dubu."

You kiss Dahyun’s forehead and keep rubbing her back, Dahyun seems finally calmed down from the nightmare, she hugs you unconsciously just like she finally finds a shelter in the storm. You could feel your chest wetted as Dahyun’s tears dripping on your clothes. She hugs you so hard that her nails are digging into your skin, ‘Oppa…’ She keeps moaning.

You never seeing Dahyun looks so helpless, you don’t know what is she suffering in the nightmare, or the love with you.

You pat her back, "it's okay, Dubu. I'm here." You repeat to her. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close and feeling her ragged breath. "I'll always be with you." You wait for her to wake up, holding her the entire time.

Your mind was occupied the thoughts of Mina and Dahyun that you could not fall asleep, you just hold Dahyun in your arms, thinking what you should say first when she wakes up.

You don’t know how long has passed since you get on Dahyun’s bed, you are already losing senses of your arms as Dahyun is sleeping on it, but you still stay in your position, don’t wanna disturb the peace that Dahyun is having.

‘Oppa… Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed sleeping with Jihyo eooni?’ Dahyun rubbing her eyes, not sure what she has saw.

"Jihyo left a while ago." You run your hands through Dahyun's hair, "and I'm here because I heard you having a nightmare. I wanted to calm you down."

‘Did I disturb your time with Jihyo eooni? Sorry, Oppa, I didn’t mean it.’ Dahyun gets a little backward. ‘I… I gonna go to work, you can sleep for longer, see you tonight…’ Dahyun hesitates for a moment before giving you a kiss, and start to withdraw from your arms.

You pull Dahyun back in, "You don't get to leave that easily, Dubu." You look into her eyes, "Dahyun, you didn't do anything to disturb my time with Jihyo." You give her a long, soft kiss, "You were talking in your sleep, worrying about me leaving you. I'm always going to be here for you, Dahyun. And about last night..." You pause for a moment thinking of how to phrase what you are thinking of. "Dahyun, you're giving me mixed signals. You didn't want to do it, saying you weren't safe, but then you tried to keep me inside you. I want to know what you want. It's the only way I can give it to you."

‘Sorry, Oppa… I… I have lied to you, I am safe… I just really don’t have the mood to do it… But I don’t know how to reject you… I am happy that you are excited because of me rather than Jihyo eooni, but…’ Dahyun says as she covers her head. ‘It’s not my intension to keep you inside, but it just feel so good that you cum in me, I want to feel you inside… And you give it to Jihyo eooni at last.’

‘I really gonna go, Oppa. Can you please leave me alone for sometime, please?’ Dahyun tries to push you away again.

You pull her back into your chest, wrapping your arms around her. "Dubu, no, Dahyun, tell me what's going on. I know there's more to this. I'll give you some time alone if you tell me. I love you, Dahyun, and I don't want to see you sad." You kiss the top of her head. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Because you're my precious Dubu."

'I don't know, Oppa... Really, I don't know...' Dahyun says peacefully, she just lay in your arms, even not hugging you back, you have never seen her being so distanced to you.

'I don't know when you are telling lies and when you are saying truth. Do you remember I did ask you if you are having a girlfriend outside, so you are always not sleeping at home for weekends? You told me no without hesitating, and then I see another girl claims to be your girlfriend in the hospital...'

'I don't know how many girls you are secretly dating, and when you say I love you, I feel so disgusted, I don't know how many girls you are saying it to them. I don't know if you really love me... I don't know if you are still the Oppa that I love, or I am loving you in my memories... Sorry...'

"I don't know if I'm the same person either, Dahyun. Since this entire mess started, things have been different. I've...been scared of losing anyone. Jihyo, Mina, Momo... I've been saying this just so I don't lose anyone. There is one truth in all of that, though. I love you, Dahyun. That was true, is true, and always will be true. Even if you end up hating me." You hug Dahyun tighter without noticing, "I told you I would hurt you too. I'm sorry, Dahyun. I didn't mean to, I don't want to. I'm sorry."

'Sorry, Oppa... Can you let me go now... You said you won't force me to do anything, please?' Dahyun looks at you helplessly. You can see tears start forming in her eyes. You don't know what you have done has hurt her so bad, but your possessiveness tells you that you will keep her here.

I pull Dahyun into a hug and kiss her cheek. "I love you, Dubu." You slowly let go of her, your arms lazily wrapped around her to keep her from fully leaving. "Do you hate me?"

'Sorry, Oppa... I don't know either...' Dahyun retreats from your hug and slowly leaves the room.

You sitting on the bed, frustrated from Dahyun's reaction. You never thought of the one leaving you would be Dahyun. You cannot accept seeing Dahyun would spend the rest of her life with another man, It has to be you.

You fall on the bed, feeling the scent that Dahyun left on the bed, thinking your next step. The sound of Dahyun closing the door, feels like Dahyun also closes the door of her heart.

You lay on her bed for a while before stepping out. Before she leaves the apartment, you tell her you want to at least give her a ride to her work.

‘You should get some more rest, Oppa. I am used to go to work alone from Mina eooni’s home already. I want some me time… Goodbye.’ Dahyun rejects your proposal again without even thinking.

You pull Dahyun back for a moment and kiss the top of her head. "Be safe, Dahyun." You see her off, and unsure of what to do, you message Mina.

Mina gives you a video call immediately after seeing your message.

‘hehe, miss me already, boss? You haven’t contacted me for a long time.’ Mina says as she pours her face. ‘How are you these day, you must be having fun with Jihyo while I am busying at work…’

"Mina, I might move out of your house for a bit. Me and Dahyun had a little fight, and I'm going to give her space." You say before changing the subject. "But I do miss you. When are you coming back, Mina?"

'I guess I will be back next month, hopefully. I am really busy these days that I don't even have enough sleep.’ Mina rubs her jaw, thinking the exact time.

'Are you moving to live with Jihyo then? No way! What happens between you and Dahyun? She is not the kind of girl that would easily get angry.'

"I'm not sure where I'll be living. I might bounce around between a couple of people. I don't want to burden them, so maybe a few days with Jihyo, and I might ask Sana if I could stay with her. As for Dahyun...she's has a lot on her mind." You explain the events of you being in the hospital to Mina. "Anyway, I'll be moving around a bit."

'Then I would prefer you to live with Sana, I trust her more.' Mina gives you a mysterious smile. 'I won't let Jihyo get pregnant ahead of me. We have tried so many times, and I never take the pills... But there are still no results...' Mina looks at her belly worriedly.

'Wait... hospital? Why did you get in the hospital, boss? Why is there no one telling me that? Are you ok? Do you need me to come back from Japan to take care of you?'

'But why you are hiding another girl from us again, I can understand why Dahyun is angry too. I will be angry, too.' Mina holds a fist and punches at you, but it’s mores like she is pretending angry.

You let out a small chuckle, "Jihyo's trying really hard, so you better come back as quick as possible. As for the hospital, it's just that the trip to Japan took a lot out of me. Having to deal with your parents put a lot of stress on me. " You stare at Mina's face, "Mina, what if Sana tries to get pregnant too?" You say, knowing she might get worried.

‘She would not... How would Sana want to get pregnant? She just love sex… and your cock, she told me she is constantly taking pills for you.’ Mina shows you a confused face, seems she still haven’t found out Sana’s feelings towards you. ‘And you would not breed her, right? You would only breed your girlfriend and not your… It’s kind of embarrassing, but yeah… your slave, right?’ Mina changes back to a decisive face.’

‘By the way, grandpa wants our first child to be named after Myoui. Boss, what do you think? Is it too harsh? And, you haven’t told me yet, Boss, who is your secret girlfriend, don’t tell me that it is Sana. Anyone but not Sana.’

"Our first child after Myoui? I don't know...We can decide together later." You think about that a for a second before moving on, "Sana isn't my girlfriend, but what would be wrong if she was?" You asked Mina before remembering to tell her Momo's name.

‘No, nothing, but I will be not happy that you didn’t tell me when you two starts. It’s the problem of trust, trust is the most important thing between couple, isn’t it?’ Mina looks at you seriously. ‘Really, if it’s Sana, Minari will be angry. I have already accepted Jihyo… is it because I am not good enough, so you need to have woman outside?’

"You're right. Trust is important." You say, agreeing with Mina. "Now that we're talking about it, how do you feel about Tzuyu? She's going to want to join the team when you set up the Korean branch."

'It's good, we need talents at the beginning, it will be a great help. I guess you won't leave your daughter behind, right? You still do not have the chance to taste her, huh?' Mina teases you.

'Look at your face. Every time you think about Tzuyu, you look like this, boss. Luckily, she is just a little girl. Otherwise, I will be so jealous.'

You laugh at Mina's comment. "Come back quickly, Mina. I keep thinking about you." You stare at her face for a while. "I guess I should let you get back to work. I miss and love you, Mina. Take care of yourself."

'Take care of yourself too, I will always love you.' Mina puts a hand on her heart 'But you may need to come to Japan again later this year, we are going to have an engagement ceremony here...' Mina shows happiness by thinking of getting married with you.

'It will be a good opportunity to introduce you as my fiancé to our business partner.'

"Oh...so I would have to meet your parents again?" You say, trying to disguise your disappointment. "You know what we can talk about that when you get back." You say quickly. You blow Mina a kiss and say goodbye again before ending the call. You take a deep breath and rest for a little bit. You then decided to message Sana asking if you could stay with her for a little bit.

'Really? You wanna come live with me? Of course, you are welcome! You can come pick me up at the office today.'

'Your slave will make sure her master has a wonderful night, I am already wet.' Sana sends you another voice message, her sultry voice makes your body shiver, her message comes with another video, she is playing her clits at your seat. 'Fuck... I don't know will our daughter hear me...'

"It'll only be for a few nights. I'm not going to bother you too much." You send back. You text Jihyo next, telling her you'll be staying at a coworker’s house after having a small argument with Dahyun. You also ask her if you could stay with her a few days later in the week.

'It won't be bother, boss. It is a reward for me.' Sana sends you another of her sucking her fingers seductively and puts the phone in an angle that you can see her nipples clearly. You shake your head, amused by her horny. At the same time, you are also excited about what she has prepared for you.

You get changed and ready to head off to the office, it's better to tell your boss that you are going to resign in person.

'Of course you can stay, I would love to spend more time with you, Y/N. But why would Dahyun being angry, is it because of yesterday I steal her cum?' Jihyo replies.

"That’s part of it." You text back to Jihyo. You explain the situation to Jihyo and how Momo has no one else.

'What a poor girl, especially she is so brave to come to Korea alone. I could understand... But stealing you from Nayeon is not something right, maybe this is the consequences she needs to face.'

'So what do you do now, you are choosing Momo over Nayeon?'

"I don't...things are better between them now. Awkward but better. The important thing here is Dahyun needs space, and I'm going to stay with a couple of people, you included." You think for a second, "when I'm staying with you, we could have a date. I could cook for your family sometime."

'You really know how to pamper girls, so you are going to sleep with Nayeon, Momo, and I before Mina is back? I wouldn't mind if you still have me in your heart, but my mum won't let you go into the kitchen, it is a forbidden area for her.'

You read Jihyo's comments while you are entering the office, seems both Sana and Tzuyu do not notice that you are back, you turn around to visit your boss instead.

"That’s a shame. I'll talk to you later, Jihyo. Love you." You send to her before putting your phone away and getting yourself ready to talk to your boss.

'Come in.' You slowly open the door and greet JYP before you take a seat.

'Oh, Y/N. I heard you are still taking sick leave, why are you here?'

"I was feeling good enough to come here and talk about something very important." You take a breath, "I'd like to thank you for the trust you've given me and every opportunity you've given me, but I have been given a good opportunity at another company and I will be taking the job. I'm here to resign."

'Come on, Y/N. I thought you were happy here.' JYP shows his signature smiles to you. 'You got a bright future here, I promise, you could enter the board of directors within 10 years. You are the one I have the greatest expectation in the company.'

JYP walks closer to you and pat your shoulder, 'Besides, I heard you are dating your secretary, right? You will need to separate with her if you resign.'

"Actually, I'll be joining her company. Her family is very important and they'll be starting a Korean branch with her at the top." You respond.

'Do you think it is worth to quit JYP to join a brand new company? If yes, I have nothing else to say. Good luck, Y/N.' JYP knows he won't be able to convince you, he lays his hand out.

"I should have asked Mina." You think to yourself. "Mina will be leaving as well, but she'll tell you that herself. Goodbye, sir." You say as you shake his hand. "I'll go clean out my office."

'I hope we won't become opponent.' JYP sighs and let you leave.

You back to your team, but you find that no one is here. You enter your room directly, it's a bit messy compared to your memory. ' It must be Sana.' You told yourself.

You walk closer to your armchair, it's wet. You use your finger to test it, the sticky feeling hints that it must be Sana's nectar when she filming her masturbation.

Sudden, you feel a girl hugging you from behind, 'Sana, time for your punishment.' You groan as you flip her on the table, ready to give her what she wants. However, the one you are riding over is Tzuyu.

Seeing Tzuyu's beautiful face, your cock become even harder.

You back off, "Oh, it's you Tzuyu. Where is everyone else?" You say, remembering the game and not wanting to give into her.

'Mummy misses you so much so she is playing with herself at the toilet.' Tzuyu pushes you on your chair and sits on your lap.

'Daddy, I heard you are leaving, why?' Tzuyu grabs your hand on her ass cheek and lets you squeeze it.

'Aren't you are having fun with Mummy and me everyday?' Tzuyu keeps grinding on you as she feels your cock is rubbing with her bare skin. ' You haven't take me yet, daddy. You should stay.' Tzuyu keep licking your earlobe and occasionally blowing hot wind in it, making your body keep jerking the whole time.

"Is this your way of giving in?" You joke while giving her a light spank. "I've already resigned. If you want me so bad, you're going to have to come along." You move your hand up to Tzuyu's waist and help her move along your shaft.

'Stay here, Daddy. Mommy and I will make you feel like living in heaven everyday.' Tzuyu's hands sneak into your shirt and start playing with your nipple, having observed so many times that you having sex, she knows what you like the most.'

Tzuyu moves her head down to your neck, leaving a trace of hickeys down to your collar bone. 'Daddy, we could be the greatest team here, after I graduate, we can reach a new peak here. Why are you leaving?'

The vein on your forehead is becoming more heavy, your heart beating fast, you are nearly on your limit under Tzuyu's seducing. What Tzuyu says afterwards has pushed your over the edge, 'Your baby girl want you to stay, would you, Daddy?' Tzuyu says and licks the hickeys that she left on your neck.

"Mommy's going to be coming with me, baby." You say as you tilt Tzuyu's head up and kiss her. "I'm moving up in the new company, and you could join me. I know the boss wouldn't mind." You open up Tzuyu's shirt slowly and place your hand on her bra, squeezing her breast.

Tzuyu's extreme sexy bra catches your attention immediately. It is even hotter than Sana's. You bury yourself in her mid-size tits, licking her cleavage. 'You have grown up so much, baby girl. Are you a whore that try to catch everyone's attention?' You groan slip from her tits occasionally.

Your degradation seems to have an effect on Tzuyu immediately. She starts to grind you faster. She bites her lips to cover her moan. 'Yes, Daddy. Tzuyu is a whore that try to catch everyone's attention, but only daddy you can touch me. ah...'

'Daddy, please stay. Tzuyu promise won't help my dad anymore if you stay. The cost of getting in JYP is too big.' Tzuyu pulls you from her tits and leans to you like a kitty. 'Please, Daddy.' Tzuyu doesn't forget to keep grinding on you with her ass.

"I've made my decision, baby. I'm leaving the company." You kiss her neck and move one hand down to her pussy, touching her slit and noticing how wet her panties are. "Is my baby learning how to be a good whore from Mommy?" You whisper into her ear. "You're such a dirty girl."

‘I don’t need to learn from mommy, I am already the cheapest whore in the world.’ Tzuyu keeps breathing heavily, your degradation keeps her on the edge of cumming.

Your finger slips in her panties, touching her clits directly, it’s the first time you reach her pussy directly. Tzuyu’s whole body jerks when your hand touch her lips, she reaches the orgasm immediately, you could feel her nectar dripping on your finger, teasing you to go further.

Tzuyu leans even closer when she cums, moaning like a cat ’Umm… Daddy… Please stay…’

You use your other hand to caress Tzuyu's cheek. "Aww, does my little whore want me to stay that badly?" You flick Tzuyu's clit once to send a jolt of pleasure through her system, "Why don't you join me instead, the company is going to have a lot of power behind it." You lean forward and get beside her ear, "If you do, then I'll give my favorite slut of a daughter something she's always wanted." You adjust your cock and have it rub Tzuyu's lips through her panties.

'No, Daddy...' Tzuyu whispers again and hugs you. 'I could not stay here without you, I don't wanna stay here with that old man, I need you to stay here.' Tzuyu says with her moans. You can feel her wetness through her panties. You know you are going to get her today.

'Daddy...' Tzuyu suddenly starts to aegyo, you have always seen the sultry side of Tzuyu, but you have never seen her acting cute, her aegyo hit a spot inside of your heart, perhaps she looks more like your daughter now.

You cock starts to throb following her aegyo, 'My baby Tzuyu!' You groan as you lose your control and cum all over her panties.

'Umm...' Tzuyu stops her grinding as she feels your cum on her skin, she smiles purely and start aegyo again, your shaft is gaining hardness again. 'Daddy... Seems you like seeing me acting cute more?' Tzuyu kiss the edge of your lips.

You quickly move your fingers along Tzuyu's slit to regain control. "Of course, you're my little girl." You move to her neck and leave a hickey. "A little mark that way people know you are Daddy's toy. Isn't it nice? You lightly slap Tzuyu's cheek. "You're Daddy's toy just like Mommy."

'Daddy, you really cannot stay here? Everyone already knows I am your toy already. Tzuyu rubs her face on your chest, trying to act cute again while enjoying your fingers.

Suddenly, Tzuyu stops your hand, she grabs your finger out of her and shows you the cum on it before sucking it, 'Daddy, you haven't come in, but your cum did, are you taking my virginity already?'

"I'm really leaving, baby." With your free hand, You spank Tzuyu. "If you don't come along with me this is going to be your last chance at Daddy's cock." You move your hand to her face and circle her lips with your thumb, "Does my little cumslut want Daddy's cock?"

'Daddy, is the new company really good? Good as JYP? If yes, then maybe I can come you.' Tzuyu keep collecting cum from her panties and licks her finger clean.

'Do you want your daughter, Daddy?' Tzuyu start acting cute again, 'I am not safe today, daddy.' Tzuyu whispers in your ear, testing the limit of your self control.

You rub your cock against Tzuyu's lips and tilt her head back. "Do you want your Daddy? You’re such a slut for letting other men cum on you in a bathroom, but you don't let your Daddy fuck you? What a whore you are."

'Are you jealous, Daddy? he is my real dad, isn't it normal to help her as a daughter when my mummy is not here?' Tzuyu smirks. 'If daddy is jealous, then I won't help him anymore, I am going to be a slut only for daddy.'

'Can my tongue convince daddy I am a good whore? Or does Daddy want to try something from thighwan again?' Tzuyu kisses you again. 'You gonna be quick, Daddy. I am not gonna let mummy know I am a bad girl and having snacks with you.'

"You're going to be little slut? That's all I needed to hear." You position yourself at Tzuyu's entrance, "just tell me to do it, baby. I show you what it means to be my slut."

'Yes, Daddy, I am your little slut.' Tzuyu moans again as you keep rubbing her clit. 'Daddy, how about you try your slut's throat if you are bored of my thigh.'

Her hands start twisting your nipple, 'I haven't tried to use my mouth to help other, they just worth my hand, Daddy. Your slut is thirsty, Daddy. Reward me with you cum.'

"Alright, baby." You back up in your chair to give Tzuyu more space. You take your cock in hand and stroke it a few times. "Come get a drink from Daddy."

'Thank you, Daddy. I have always been waiting for someone to use my mouth, I am glad that you allow me to do it, Daddy. Tzuyu helps you completely remove your trousers and underwear before kneeling in front of your cock.

Tzuyu spit some saliva on your cock and start stroking it again, she pulls your cock in front of her lips, occasionally licking it, she keeps watching your face, want to know how you feel.

"What a dirty girl," You say while rubbing the top of Tzuyu's head. "Do you like the taste of Daddy's cock?" You ask as you let Tzuyu get to work.

'Yes, Daddy. I love it.' Tzuyu keeps licking your cock like she is tasting a delicious lollipop, her hands massaging your balls at the same time.

'Let me try to take you all, daddy.' Tzuyu takes a deep breath and swallow your cock, but her teeth makes you feel pain. 'Fuck, baby. Not like this!' You groan from the pain. Your yell has caught the attention from outside, and the door is opened suddenly. You look toward the door as it opens.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #tzuyu smut #twice tzuyu #kpop smut #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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clingy hotch would be goals 🥺 like if he’s having a nightmare he can’t let go because he thinks you’re just a figment of his imagination. a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from 🥺❤

yess 🥺🥺 i'm so sorry, i defo misinterpreted this, i saw nightmare and just kinda wrote whatever :") <3

it was just past 2am, he woke up in cold sweats. gasps flying out of his mouth, his hands bundled in his bed sheets, perspiration glistening on his skin. it was just a bad dream, he tried to calm himself down but it doesn't work like usual. no, he needs something. someone

but in his frenzied state, he doesn't feel you beside him and the familiar lump crawls to his throat. he couldn't have been imagining all those sweet memories, had you left like haley did too? did someone take you?? every horrible situation his mind could possibly conjure up runs through his head and he has no choice but to let each one play out.

before he could hoarsely call out your name, you turned in your sleep. relief floods in his veins and he practically dives closer to you. the tears were falling freely, like a barricade had broken inside of him.

"y/n, my y/n-" he snuggles into your neck, trying to calm his racing heart. usually he would never disrupt you but tonight he's not himself. his mind was cruel, unsure of what was real and what isn't. everything was unravelling and he begins to feel himself become undone along with it. but all he knew, with surety lodged deep in his heart, was that you were his anchor in this turbulent sea

you awoke in slight shock, half expecting to see jack needing some comfort after a bad dream. you don't expect to see hotch wrapped so tightly. it's not like him to be so terrified, to be so vulnerable and you worry for a second if something terrible had happen. but you take a breath, holding him as close as you can. it had to have been a nightmare, you deduce. his phone was charging on the other side and there was no one around

"bad dream?" you mumble into his hair, gently stroking his face. you feel his tears fall and it breaks your heart piece by piece

he nods into you and you give a kiss to his head, leaning a little back so you could see him clearly. he's like a little boy in your arms and you want to hold him so tight until nothing bad could ever hurt him again

you didn't know the true extent of his pain but you knew it completely had destroyed him.

"i-i'm sorry, i-" he wipes his eyes with the back of hand, cursing at himself to have it together. these dreams never usually affected him this much and he was always good at having his feelings under control but tonight it was brutal. he could feel your lifeless body, how his throat was raw screaming your name over and over, the tears that burned and blurred his vision, the crushing weight of losing you like everything good in his life had to come to an abrupt end.

you hold his sweet face between your hands, pressing your lips to his forehead for a tender kiss. the pads of your thumbs sweep the apples of his cheeks, a reassuring a smile pulled on your lips

"go to sleep, baby. i'll be here. i'll always be here" you promise, laying the two of you back down on the bed again.

he doesn't have the energy to say a word, his silence is all the words you need. and he sleeps in your arms, the exhaustion taking him and you hold him close. running your fingers in his hair, his heartbeat a steady reminder that he was well and truly okay.

while he fights the demons during the day, you do your part and keep them well away at night

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fluff

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yanderelegoninjago · 1 year

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When THEY Have a Nightmare

Summary: Your lover has a nightmare and they come to your room in hopes to snuggle with you

Lloyd Garmadon

His father was glaring at him, before smirking

"I never loved you"

Lloyd awoke with a start, you peacefully sleeping next to him

He groaned and rubbed his face

While he'd never want to wake you up, he wished you were awake so he could talk to you

Though his tossing and turning eventually did wake you up

"Are you up Lloyd?"

He turned towards you, "Oh, I'm sorry babe, did I wake you?"

"Of course not," you quickly lied, causing him to chuckle. "So what's got you up so early?"

"Just a bad dream"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He frowned and avoided eye contact

You rubbed his back, "You don't have to, Lloyd. Just know that you can talk about anything. I'll always be here."

He looked you in the eyes and smiled, "Yeah. I know"

Zane Julien

He doesn't really sleep, so he's not likely to have nightmare

But if he were to have a nightmare, no matter how bad, you wouldn't know about it

He's as quiet as a mouse and calms himself down when realizing it was all a dream before he ends up going back to sleep

Though if you were to wake up, he'd comfort you back to sleep and you'd be so tired that you wouldn't even question it

Cole Brookstone

Cole toss and turned in his sleep, waking you up

You lightly shook him, waking him up in a start

"What's going on! Oh my god, am I dead?"

"What? Cole, you're covered in sweat, are you okay?"

He turns towards you, before shouting your name and hugging you tightly

"Oh, gross! Cole let go! I love you too, but you're sweaty and gross!"

He squeezed you tightly, "I thought you were dead"

You slowly relaxed in his hold, even though you were wet, you'd get over it. "I'm just fine and so are you"

You could feel his tears falling down your shirt, which just caused you to hug him tighter

"I love you Y/n"

"I love you too, Cole"

Jay Walker

He has nightmares of abandonment and that was no different than tonight

Though this feel real

The fear of abandonment by everyone he loved

You were still awake when he woke up groaning

You looked towards him confused, especially when he grabbed your arms and started shaking you

"Y/n do you promise you won't leave me?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure?" He looks closely into your eyes, as your eyes widen

"Yeah. Are you okay?"

"Anywhere with you is okay"

"Cheesy, but so you," you kissed his cheek as he blushed brightly

Kai Smith

Kai fears nothing

Okay, well maybe he fears somethings

Like death, losing his sister, losing his friends, losing his sanity, losing you

It was all happening around him and it felt so real, so did that strange shaking motion throughout his body

Wait a minute- "Kai, wake up"

Kai groaned and shook his head, "Huh- What?"

"Kai, you were yelling in your sleep-"

"Oh sorry"

"Are you okay?"

"Of course"

"We can talk about-"--

Nya Smith

She's had plenty of nightmares

But this one was different. This one awoke her with a start and she had to quickly look over at you to make sure you were still there

She freaked when seeing you were gone, not knowing you had gone to the bathroom

She practically jumped you when you came back inside

"Oh gosh Nya, I'm not dead," you laugh, causing her to glare at you, "What?

"Don't joke like that-"

You frowned, not necessarily knowing what was wrong

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, knowing your okay really helps me"

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thebubblesareevil · 1 year

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Slowing Down is Hard, but Necessary….

Part 1

Barry woke up in a cold sweat, his heart racing. That was…not normal.

It was always the same, him running and that…thing chasing him. So who was this new player? Barry shook his head and gently laid back down, careful not to wake his wife. If he was lucky he might get a little more-

He jumped right back out of his bed as his alarm starts blaring. He groaned but relented that he was an adult and he must do adult things.

He’d just have to figure out what this new development was tonight.

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After a full day of examining crime scenes, patrolling the city, and bantering with captain cold, all before being called to the watchtower to talk about the kids, Barry was exhausted to say the least. He nearly wept when his head hit his pillow. Iris laughed at his antics, but turned off the light and wrapped him in her arms with a kiss. ‘She was such a good wife what did he ever do to deserve this amazing human being’ he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

His eyes flew open as he was once more surrounded by waves of light. He needed to run. He paused, thinking of the teen from the night before.

So instead of running Barry let go of the iron grip he had on the speed force and walked, though staying vigilant, ready to run at the first hint that this “Phantom” was lying to him. Barry wasn’t sure how long he walked before he came across the floating teen.

True to his word he was, in fact, taking a nap. As someone who moves a mile a second, he understood the need for naps. Unfortunately he also knew that he was the only one who could answer his questions. So with great reluctance he grabbed the teens shoulder to wake him…. Only to be sucker punched by the teen.

Barry went flying, if nothing else the teen had one hell of an arm. He looked up to see the teen covering his mouth, trying his hardest not to laugh.

"S-Sorry, I'm t-trying not to laugh I-I swear." or at least he WAS because the teen immediately broke down is a fit of laughter. Barry took this time to get a better look at him. His skin had a kind of purple/blue tinge to it, so he definitely not human of course the massive fangs were a bit of a giveaway. He couldn't tell how big he was, as he was curled up in the air laughing but based on last time he wasn't too big. Barry coughed to get Phantom's attention once more.

"Sorry, I really needed that, its been a crazy day. Seriously though, didn't anyone ever tell you not to wake sleeping interdimensional beings? You're lucky I only hit you man." Phantom said, wiping away a nonexistent tear.

"Is that what you are?" Phantom shrugged.

"I guess? I mean technically. I'm not from the speed force, heck I'm only a part-time resident of the infinite realms, new job be damned."

Barry raised a brow "New job?"

"Not important. What about you? What kind of creature winds up in the speed force by accident?" Barry hesitated before answering.

"I'm a human, but I get my powers from the speed force." Phantom rolled over mid air (?) giving him a skeptical look.

"You're a human? With access to the speed force? You mean, when you were racing the road runner you were using the speed force, right?" Barry nodded.

"Dude, I hate to break it to you, but you're not human. Not anymore."

Barry froze, that can't be true. He looked at Phantom with anger clear on his face.

"You're lying." Phantom sighed, floating down closer to eye level, his face resigned.

"No, I'm not. I know you probably don't want to hear it but... humans can't survive the speed force. It's not possible. In order for you to be able to use the speed force the way you claim, your body would have to be changed irreversibly. Think about it this way, you took health right?" Barry rolled his eyes, but nodded. "If I remember correctly, a normal human heart has an average of, like, 80 BPM right?"

"Well yes but how do you know a humans-" Phantom cut him off.

"We'll get there, I promise. But first answer this, how fast does your heart beat?" Barry shook his head.

"The speed force-"

"Makes you faster, makes every part of you faster. CHANGES every part of you so it can go faster." Phantom rubbed the back of his neck. "Look I know this is a hard pill to swallow but... I've been there, it's not fun. Realizing something like this and having to face everyone around you, realizing no one around you could possibly understand. It's hard." Barry sat there in shock for a moment before fully taking in what he just said.

"You were human? And you went through this alone? Why... Weren't there any other metahumans to help you? The Justice League-" Phantom snorted.

"I'm sorry, the what league? What is that? Some kind of weird team name? It's baseball isn't it?" Phantom said with a laugh as Barry stood in shock.

"You don't know about the Justice League? The world famous team of superheroes?"

"Dude, what part of interdimensional being did you not get. The earth I'm from only has one hero, and I'm it." He said proudly, puffing out his chest. "Sure I had to die to get the job but, thems the breaks." he stated with a shrug. "By the way, you never did tell me who you are. Spill man, fair is fair." Barry stood there in a state of shock and horror.

This teen, this KID was his earth's only hero? He died?! Barry swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I'm Barry, Barry Allen, but my hero name is the Flash." Phantom nodded.

"Well Barry Allen it's nice to meet you. If we're gonna go all in here, my name is Danny Fenton, but like I told you before I go by Phantom." He said sticking out his hand. Barry took the offered hand.

"And hey, next time you wake me up from a nap, just shout. You're less likely to get a black eye." He snarked with a toothy (giant fangs, dear gods) grin.

Barry woke with a jolt, looking around to find what woke him, his heart beating fast (too fast) before he recognized the sound of his alarm. He hit snooze and laid back down.

"Danny, huh?"

@thegatorsgoose@hypewinter

#dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #danny phantom #barry allen #the flash #wasn't really planning to continue this #but lets see where this goes #cross posted on ao3

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pandemoniumwritingsstuff · 2 months

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You are not defined by your past

Evan Buckley X reader X Eddie Diaz

*Gifs are not mine*

Pairing: Evan Buckley X reader(She/Her) X Eddie Diaz

Summary: When your past comes back in the middle of the night, your boyfriends are here to help you through this moment

Trigger warnings: Polyrelationship/ Past rape, sexual assault/ Ptsd/ Trauma/ Nightmare/ Self harm(sort of)/ Loads of crying/ Panic attacks/ Anxiety

A/N Like I say everytime, English is not my first language, so if there is any mistake, feel free to tell me. Be really cautious reading this story, there are heavy topics talked about in this story, it's just me trying to cope with my feelings with writing

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You woke up in a pool of sweat and sandwiched between Eddie and Buck after yet another nightmare. It was the third one this week. You got out of bed, making sure you didn't wake up any of your boyfriends. After you went downstairs, you slipped yourself into the bathroom. You started the shower and went in. You scratched your skin until it was red and raw; you had to get off the feeling of his hands on your body. Some of the scratches even started to bleed after a while. You didn't know a long you had been in the shower until you heard the door opening and the voice of Eddie, calling you."Baby, are you okay in there? You've been in there for quite a while. " If it wasn't for the shower curtain protecting you, he would have seen you and your body full of wounds. You tried to answer with a steady voice but failed miserably."I'm fi-fine, I'll be out in a mi-minute." You couldn't make out what Eddie whispered to Buck, but a second later, the curtain was being opened. Buck and Eddie gasped when they saw the state of your body; covered in wounds and bleeding. They immediately went to hug you but stopped when you flinched violently. Buck tried to reassure you."Honey, we aren't gonna hurt you. What's going on? Talk to us, please. " You stood there frozen, tears filling your eyes while you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. When you started clawing at the skin of arm, Eddie stepped in and held you so you couldn't hurt yourself any further. You thrashed and tried to free yourself from him, but there was no use he won't let you go. "That's it, honey, breathe. Can you take a deep breath for us?" It was like you couldn't hear him because you kept trying to push him away."Let me go, please. Please, don't hurt me, don't don't hurt me. " " Sweetheart, look, it's me, Eddie, and here is Buck, look" He said while pointing Buck standing in the middle of the bathroom. He was looking at you worriedly with tears in his eyes, like he knew what was going on. After fighting to free yourself from Eddie for a long time, you ended up tiring yourself out and fell on the shower floor. Eddie and Buck were at your side in a moment and were careful to ask "can we touch you honey?". And when you gave a tiny nod, they gathered you in their arms. Holding you so hard like you were going to disappear at any moment. You didn't how long you sat there, on the shower floor until you felt Buck picking you up and carrying you and bringing you to your shared bed. Once the three of you were settled, they landed a kiss on your cheeks and Eddie said "We'll talk tomorrow, sleep well our darling girl."

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While you were sleeping

Once you were asleep, Buck asked Eddie, "Do you know what caused that?" "No. Do you think it has to do with what happened on call today?" "No it seems to be much more than that. What happened today was scary, but it can't be the cause for tonight breakdown." "We'll talk to her in the morning. Maybe she'll open up" And with that, Eddie and Buck placed themselves on each side of you: Buck on your right and Eddie on your left.

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In the morning

You woke up once again sandwiched between Eddie and Buck, but this time you weren't scared out of your mind, feeling his hands everywhere. You tried to get out of the bed without waking up your boyfriends, but as you were sitting up, Buck's eyes started to open. "Good morning honey, how are you feeling? Better than last night?" "Better, but I'm pretty sure you are wondering what happened last night. Why I was acting so scared and panicked" "Eddie and I are worried about you, but we won't force you to tell us something you don't want. You tell us what you feel comfortable telling us" "I want to tell you what happened to me, but I'm scared of how you will react" "Angel, whatever happened to you in the past won't make us leave and we won't ever judge you for it" Tears brimmed your eyes, and you started shaking. Buck brought you close to him, you buried your face in his chest. Eddie woke up hearing your cries and looked at Buck worriedly. He touched your back in order to bring comfort, but you flinched violently. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I'm sorry" "It's okay, it's alright honey" Eddie reassured you. "But it's not, I'm not okay, I'm scared that he will come back and do it again" "Who's he baby?" "The man who-the man who-who" " The man who what honey? It's alright, we won't judge" "The man who ra-raped me when I was younger" You sobbed. They both asked simultaneously "Can we hold you honey?" "But I'm dirty, filthy, impure" "That doesn't matter to us. What happened to you in the past does not define you, you are not defined by your past" "In our eyes, you are still the girl we fell in love with, regardless us knowing about your past or not. We won't ever leave for something that you didn't choose to happen. Something that was brought upon you, against your will" "For now, all we want is to help cope with your past. Help you through the difficult times and love unconditionally" "We will love you forever"

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Thanks for reading. Again I apologise for any grammatical mistake in this story

Pandemonium

#9 1 1 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #Evan Buckley x reader x eddie diaz #trauma #imagine #Heavy themes

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ellieluvr420 · 4 months

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We meet again, darling pt.4 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Smut... kinda, MDNI please xxxx

Abby jolts awake at the sound of her phone ringing. She had struggled to fall asleep earlier that night just like she had most nights since Dan. His face haunted her sleep. Sometimes it was memories from her childhood where he looked happy and carefree as they did when they were kids but sometimes his face was pale and sweaty and twisted up in pain, both physical and emotional. No matter what the dream was it always ended the same: Abby stabbing him and him choking on his own blood while he asked why? How could she do this? Every night she'd wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating with tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. But tonight, she didn't. She woke because her phone rang. Because you rang.

Abby looks at the number only to see its unknown and she sighs already knowing who it is.

"Do you know what time it is?" Her voice was groggy and deep from sleep and your breath hitched at the sound of her disgruntled words.

"No, isn't it 2pm?"

Abby can practically hear the grin through the phone and she sighs even harder this time.

"You're not funny."

"Yes I am don't lie, that's a sin"

"Your whole life is a sin."

"Jeez someone's grumpy."

"You wake me up at.." Abby takes the phone from her ear to look at the time. "THREE AM?? Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, years ago."

"Do you enjoy being the biggest pain in my ass? Is that why you called... at 3am?

"Yes and kind of. I'm calling because I've got everything set up for you to start your part of the plan, I think we should give it a name I was thinking: Mission take over, what do you think?" Abby rolls her eyes and lays back down with the phone still at her ear.

"No, that's awful. What about.... Mission call me at 3am again and I'll kick your ass?"

"I'd like to see you try. You don't have a good track record."

"Hanging up now."

"Wait a minute, we're going to dinner tonight. Be ready 8pm sharp and dress nice."

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"Everyday of my life. It's part of my charm. Okay that was all I wanted to tell you so get some rest sleeping beauty."

"You called me at 3am to tell me we're going to dinner?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I really don't like you."

"Aw yes you do. Goodnight sunshine!" You do a loud kiss through the phone and hear her sigh before she hangs up. You giggle and put your phone down as there's a knock at your office door.

"Come in."

Richter walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits quietly and pours you both a glass.

"What's got you up at these hours?" You look at him with an unamused look.

"When am I not? And I could say the same for you."

"Fair point. I'm actually just about to head back to mine but I thought you'd want to know that Eddie rang."

You sigh and rub your forehead knowing that is never good.

"What now?"

"Cops bagged Marlow, apparently they've offered him a deal to talk."

"They always do. Do you think he will?"

"No I don't think he will, but..."

"Oh there's always a but."

"Eddie's worried, there's been more arrests recently, not all of them get charged but he's worried they're getting closer. We've went under the radar for so long now, is our luck running out?"

"It's not luck Johnny for fuck's sake. We're smart and we're careful. This. This is a rat. Come on I'll walk you out, I need to pay someone a visit."

Richter gives you a strange look but shrugs and starts walking as you follow him out.

Abby jolts awake for the second time tonight as she feels herself being shaken.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just me."

"You are fucking insane, how and why are you in my apartment at 4 in the fucking morning?"

"You have crap security we've been over this" You begin to pace at the foot of her bed. "I need a favour."

"A favour? You really think you're in a place to be asking for favours right now."

"Hey, when I came in it looked like you were having a really bad dream so er your welcome for waking you up from that. Please just listen to me this is serious." You stop and look her dead in the eyes as you say this and for the first time you notice she's not wearing anything on her top half. You can see the protrusion of her collarbones and the definition of her muscles and you don't even realise you've been ogling her until you meet her unimpressed eyes. Although she's gracious enough to not mention it, you gulp as you know you've been caught.

"Right. Well, um, I think there's a rat. Lower down of course but clearly high up enough to know a good amount about the structure of my business. More of my men have been getting arrested and some of them are getting charged. I need you to find out who the rat is so I can deal with them. Abby this is so important, I need you to find out today or this could fuck up mission: take over."

"Are you actually going to start calling it that?"

"Abby!"

"Jeez. Sorry, I will find out what's going on today."

"Oh thank god." You sit down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her strong thigh and squeeze. "Thank you, sorry for scaring the shit out of you... and waking you up... twice." You smile at her and she smiles back.

"It's okay I guess, only you could get away with this shit."

"Oh yeah?" You tilt your head and smirk at her. "Am I special?" You lean in close so your faces are centimetres apart. Abby brings a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer so your noses are practically touching. She leans in until your lips are touching.

"Yeah. You are." She lunges forward and presses her lips to yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. The shock you feel at her actions immediately subsides as want takes over. You feel her tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. You can't help but feel the need to tease so you go to pull away until her other hand finds its place on the back of your head keeping you firmly in place. She bites down on your lower lip and as you gasp she takes this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. You feel completely out of control as you moan into her mouth. She pulls away for a second to raise her eyebrows at the noise you let out.

"Shut. Up." You grab her face and immediately start kissing her. Harder and more passionately this time. You straddle her hips and her hands immediately find their places on your hips squeezing so hard you expect bruises to form. You pull away from her lips and start kissing down her jaw and neck. You hear Abby almost growl and you feel her strong hands pull you away from her. You frown until you notice her hands pulling at your t-shirt. You help her by lifting your arms up and she throws the t-shirt somewhere on the floor of her room. You realise you didn't have a bra on when you see her eyeing your boobs hungrily. She looks up at you and down at them again. She grabs them and squishes them together and then kisses each nipple, she looks up with her face still resting on your chest and the sight is enough to make you cum right there and then. She gets a mischievous grin on her face.

"You have a great rack."

"Oh you just had to ruin the moment." You say giggling as you push her face away from you. She grabs you and pulls you down with her so you're laying on top of her.

"Hey I mean it."

"I will get up and leave right now." She wraps her arms tightly around your waist so there is absolutely no space between you two. "No you won't."

"Oh whatever." You go back to kissing her and her hands go back to your hips as she starts rocking you atop her. You groan into her mouth and you feel her smile into the kiss. She flips you both over and starts kissing down your neck and your chest until she reaches your left nipple. She sucks it into her mouth while making dead eye contact with you. You gasp as she pinches the right nipple and immediately swaps her ministrations. Once she's paid both nipples sufficient attention she kisses down your stomach and licks a strip back up and finishes it off with a kiss between your breasts. She shuffles down the bed and wraps her fingers round the band of your bottoms.

"Can I take these off?"

"Obviously."

She rips them down and throws them also onto the floor. She goes to kiss the hem of your underwear but stops when you thread your fingers through her soft hair.

"Wait. Come here."

"Yes boss." You giggle as she crawls back up toward your face and pull her into a messy kiss. You palm her perky breasts and roll her pink nipples between your fingers, she hisses.

"Aw is someone sensitive?" You pout at her and she smirks at you as she grabs your cheeks and squishes them together as she presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"You are so much cuter when you don't talk." She squishes your cheeks with each word she says and then leans down and bites at your neck hard enough you're sure there will be a bite mark.

"I hate you so much." She looks at you with raised eyebrows as she places a hand over your mouth firmly.

"No you don't." She moves back down your body and takes the hem of your underwear between her teeth as she slides the underwear down your thighs, You instinctively clamp your legs shut as you're exposed in front of her but she grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down flush to the bed.

"uh uh uh, come on darling, no hiding now." She echoes your words from your conversation on the balcony with a wicked grin on her face. You roll your eyes and groan into her hand. She peppers kisses and leaves bruises all over your thighs until your bite her hand.

"Oh someone's impatient aren't they?" She leans down and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit moaning as she tastes you on her tongue. She sucks your clit into her mouth for a second and then presses a quick kiss to it before she crawls back up to be face to face with you. She grabs your neck, gentler than the other times she's choked you, her intentions different this time and kisses you hungrily so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You both kiss until you have to pull away to gasp for breath and she sits up giving you the most hot look you've ever seen as she wipes her mouth with her thumb. She leans back down and presses her thumb over your lips and you happily take it into your mouth and suck. She moans as she feels your tongue swirling around her thumb and sucking, hard. She pulls it out with a pop and smears the spit over your lips and chin. She bites her lip and flashes a devilish grin before she begins to get up and pull her top off the ground as she puts it on over her head.

"What are you doing?"

"That's what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night... twice." She goes to walk out the room but turns back and looks at you. "And for shooting me." As she walks out of the room you throw your head back in frustration and begin trailing your hand down your body to your heat. Abby appears back in the doorway with two bottles of water and an unimpressed look on her face. She pulls you by your foot to the end of the bed and brings her face inches to yours.

"Don't even think about it."

She drops a bottle of water onto the bed for you and you throw yourself back in frustration as you hear Abby laugh as she walks away.

"Fucker."

psa: sorry sorry i had to do it, going back and editing these now i've decided to actually post has been fun. Hope you enjoyed whoever has made it this far and more action is coming i promise, in more ways than one... ;). New chapters coming soon because i love this story and Abby is perf <3 okay byeeee

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby the last of us #tlou abby #abby anderson x female reader #abby x fem!reader

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Comfort from the King

When you catch the flu, your Yakuza husband is there to take care of you.

Pairing: Yakuza!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: Mentions of flu symptoms, crime-related themes, Yakuza, there is some blood on Sukuna's clothes. All characters are of age. My blog is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This story is set in my Yakuza AU, but you can read it without reading the main story. All you need to know is that reader is married to Yakuza King Sukuna.

I wrote this for a request I got for Yakuza!Sukuna taking care of his wife when she is sick. I hope it can offer you some comfort! Get well soon!

It happens pretty fast. Suddenly you feel dizzy and too hot, and an hour later a dull headache makes your head pound uncomfortably. The short nap you take on the couch doesn't help. You feel even more drowsy afterwards. You barely make it to the kitchen to get some aspirin and water.

A temperature check tells you that you have a fever. Great. Just great. You caught the flu, apparently. You slowly walk to the master bedroom, falling onto the luxurious bed with a pained sigh. All you want to do is sleep.

For a moment, you contemplate texting someone. Your first thought is Sukuna, of course. But you know that your husband has a lot of work today. He told you this morning that he has some important business in the casino.

You could also ask your bodyguard Nobara to come over. Or maybe Yuuji, your brother-in-law. But on the other hand, they have other things to do too. Nobara was happy about the free day and wanted to go on a shopping spree. And Yuuji has a lot of work with his arcades and pachinkos and the pizza delivery service too. You would feel bad about bothering them.

So you put your phone back down and tell yourself that you'll be fine. Sleep will have to do!

Several hours later, you wake up from a restless sleep filled with fever dreams. Your pulse is racing, you feel dizzy, and the headache is back, even worse than before. But you feel too weak to get up and get more painkillers.

You groan as you roll onto your left side and press your burning face onto your pillow, hoping that the silk bedding will provide some comfort.

It's already dark outside. The city lights sparkle in the near distance, a million little lights in countless skyscrapers, joined by neon signs and the busy Tokyo traffic.

Usually, you love this time of day, when the city turns into this colorful sea of lights. But tonight, you can't see the beauty in it. Instead, the lights hurt your eyes, and you turn back onto your right side, facing away from the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The penthouse lies in darkness, except for the dim lights in the hallway, which buzzed to life when the light sensors noticed the growing darkness. It's completely quiet in here. How late is it?

Your hand pats weakly at the pillow in search of your phone. You find it and lift it with a shaky hand. Almost 8:00 pm. You slept so long, yet you feel like you ran a marathon. Your whole body aches, and you feel cold sweat on your temples. The fever must have gotten higher. You are so cold, your body is trembling slightly and your teeth chatter as you pull the blanket tighter around yourself.

A sudden longing hits you, making tears gather in your eyes. You want Sukuna here with you. You feel so sick, so weak, and all you want is for your big and strong husband to pull you into his arms and hold you.

Just as you finish that thought, you hear the faint sound of the elevator door opening. Sukuna is home! Almost as if he sensed that you were thinking of him. Sometimes you think he has some secret superpower like that. He always seems to know when you need him.

His velvety voice calls out:

"Darling, I'm home! Where are you?"

"H...here...in the bedroom."

Your voice comes out hoarsely, followed by an immediate cough. You press a hand to your chest as your whole body shakes from coughing so hard when your husband's familiar tall and muscular figure appears in the dimly lit doorframe.

"What's wrong? Why are you in bed?"

Even in the almost dark room, you can see his eyes sparkle as he fixes you with an intense, searching gaze.

A second later, he crosses the small distance between the door and the bed with several long strides. The mattress dips lightly when he sits down and leans over you.

A large hand lands on your arm, warm and comforting. And then Sukuna's low voice speaks soothingly to you,

"Are you sick?"

You nod slightly as Sukuna's hand wanders to your forehead, pressing gently against it. He makes a soft sound, a light gasp, before taking his hand off your forehead and wrapping his strong arms around you, to pull you into his comforting embrace.

"Poor thing, come here! You have a fever, hm?"

You can't stop a sob from escaping your lips as you snuggle bonelessly into your husband's arms and press your face against his buff chest. He feels so warm and solid, so comforting.

You inhale his scent. Expensive perfume and traces of cigarette smoke on his suit. He probably had to meet a business partner in one of the backrooms of the casino. There's also a faint iron smell indicating that your husband had some rather tough business to deal with today.

It should be terrifying to smell traces of blood on your husband's clothes. But it isn't. Not to you. Not when it comes to Sukuna. You know his job. You know everything about it and about him. The King can be ruthless and deadly with the ones who threaten him and his loved ones. But here with you, he is the most caring and loving man you have ever met.

"Kuna...I'm so glad you're home."

It feels so good to be in his arms and snuggle against his broad chest. One of his hands comes up to pet your hair soothingly.

"If I had known you were sick, I would have come home sooner. Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want to bother you at work. It's just a fever, Kuna. I thought a bit of sleep would be enough. It's not like you could have done anything anyway."

At that Sukuna pulls slightly away to look at you. His large hand cups your chin and gently tilts your face upwards, making you look at him.

You're still feeling dizzy, and everything looks a bit blurry to you at the moment. But you still admire the handsome face in front of you.

Sukuna is beautiful. A face that would be far too pretty for a Yakuza boss if it weren't for the black filigree lines showing everyone how powerful this stunning man is. But he looks at you with nothing but love in his gaze. His pretty maroon eyes glitter in the dimly lit bedroom as his thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a tender caress.

"I am the King of Tokyo. I can do anything."

The comment could be arrogant, said to a business partner. Or threatening, said to an enemy. But here in your bedroom, it is said with an amused tone. The typical boyish smirk spreads over Sukuna's handsome face, and he adds:

"You know you are always more important to me than anything else. So for the future, keep it in mind: You call me or text me when you aren't feeling well, ok? And I will find a way to help you. Either I come home to you and look after you myself. Or if that isn't possible, I send someone over. Nobara is literally always on stand-by. And Yuuji would be very willing to take care of you too, you know that. Please get it into your pretty head: You never bother me. I will always take care of you, no matter what. Even if it just means bringing you soup and aspirin."

You feel the corners of your lips lift in a soft smile, despite your exhaustion. Your heart feels so full.

"You're the best husband."

Sukuna blesses you with one of his genuine smiles, so dazzling and pretty that it still makes you stare in rapt fascination anytime it happens.

He leans closer again and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek as his strong arms envelop you once again in his comforting embrace.

"Get some more rest, darling. And I'll make you something to eat."

You can only nod as your husband's strong hands gently make you lie back down on the bed. You mumble a soft thanks before drifting off to another round of sleep as the exhaustion wins again.

The next time you wake up is when Sukuna walks back into the bedroom, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of freshly cooked soup and a large glass of water, and some more aspirin.

He must have taken a shower because his pink hair is slightly damp, and he changed into comfy grey cashmere sweatpants that ride low on his hips. He doesn't wear a shirt. Even in your current drowsy state, you can't help but admire the sharp v-line and the defined abs and pecs. A strong body full of gorgeous muscles and filigree tattoos.

A body that is very warm and comforting when you are snuggled against it twenty minutes later after you finished eating your soup and your husband carried you bridal style to the bathroom and back to bed before handing you the pills and the glass of water, watching you with a stern but loving gaze to make sure you drank everything.

And now he is hugging you from behind, keeping you warm and making you feel loved. You sigh happily and close your tired eyes.

Sukuna is so big and strong. His hugs always make you feel safe. But tonight, it feels even more comforting than usual. The fever makes you feel weak and over-emotional, tears welling up all too easily because of the exhaustion, pain, and overall feeling of helplessness. But here in Sukuna's arms, everything is ok again.

He is warm and comforting. He is your home, just like you are his. Even his voice is soothing to you, a low and tender whisper:

"How are you feeling, my love?"

"Hmmm, still lousy, but your soup and your hugs help... maybe I should have really called you."

"Yes, you should have. Don't hesitate to do it next time. You're my Queen and my wife. You're my everything. I love you. I want to take care of you, darling. Always."

And you know that it is true. Because Itadori Sukuna is a man of his word.

"I love you too, baby. Thank you for taking care of me."

You can feel him smile against your neck upon hearing the pet name, and his muscular arms tighten around you even more as he pulls you against his firm body.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. This is part of the package. See it as my all-inclusive deal. And you are the only one who gets all the benefits."

His words make you chuckle, but it turns into a loud yawn. You put a hand on top of Sukuna's, where it's resting lovingly beneath your breasts.

"So tired... 'm gonna sleep again... g'night, Kuna..."

"Good night, my love. Get well soon."

And this time, you fall asleep in your husband's strong arms. His muscular, firm body is pressed tightly against your back, strong arms holding you safely in his embrace while soft lips trail gentle kisses over your neck, and his low velvety voice whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Words of love and affection that are even more precious somehow because they come from a man who is feared by everyone else in this city. But not by you. Because to you, Sukuna is your lovingly devoted husband.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope this little story can give you some comfort! Yakuza!Sukuna always makes me feel better. There's just something about a powerful and dangerous man like him going all sweet and caring for the ones he loves that makes me weak! It was nice to write for Daddy Kuna again :)

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna x reader

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antimatterz · 11 months

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ephialtes

dan heng x gn!reader

ephialtes [noun] 1. a nightmare 2. the demon that is believed to cause nightmares. or alternatively, you find him tormented by a nightmare and help him ease his suffering.

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you're not sure what it was that caused you to wake up. groggily opening your eyes, you were met with darkness. you figured it was still deep in the night. what an unfortunate time to wake up. with a small sigh, you decided to turn around in bed to continue your sleep. it was still way too early.

but a small whimper made you halt your action. next to you, your boyfriend was sleeping, though right now he didn't appear peaceful at all. he was tossing and turning restlessly, and little sounds of dismay escaped his parted lips between ragged breaths. your heart sank as you realized what was going on, and you cast away your desire to sleep.

he was having a nightmare. again.

it wasn't unusual for dan heng to have a nightmare. if any, it was a pretty common occurence. and maybe it was just you being overly worried, but it seemed that his nightmare-rate had increased even more lately. you often woke up because of his restless movements or his anxious whimpers. it broke your heart to see him like that, and you couldn't just continue your nap when he was so obviously suffering.

you turned around to face him, and reached out to touch his arm. you were careful not to wake him, because you knew better than to do so. instead, your fingertips tentatively caressed his upper arm, ignoring the sheen of sweat that rested upon his skin. with your free hand, you flicked on the lamp on the nightstand, and pursed your lips as you saw the state of misery the male was currently in.

his expression was tormented, a deep crease between his furrowed brows and beads of sweat trickling down his temples. his lips were parted as he panted and groaned, and his muscles clenched and uncleched as he shifted uncomfortably. tonight's terror was a heavy one.

"dan heng," you whispered, still without the intention of waking him up. "hey, don't worry. i'm here right next to you, you're safe."

you moved your hand from his arm to his forehead, brushing away a few strands of raven hair that stuck there messily. though you knew a little of what was bothering him in his nightmares, he didn't open up completely yet – which you respected – but you cursed whatever it was that brought dan heng in such a state.

"i won't let it hurt you," you softly said, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of his hair. "you're here with me in bed, you're okay, you're fine."

you weren't sure if it would work, but you always hoped your voice would reach him somehow. you began stroking his hair, and surely, his frantic movements seemed to subdue a little bit. but his chest still rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out raspy and labored. he was so clearly agitated and you had no clue what it was that pestering him. was it about the past that haunted him? you didn't know any details, but you knew that something happened that still tormented him until this day – hence the frequent nightmares.

suddenly, the male flew away from your touch, sitting up with a start. he was breathing heavily, eyes wide and filled with tears of sheer anxiety. you sat back, allowing him some time to orientate after waking up from shock. dan heng brought up his arm and harshly wiped his tears before he finally looked over at you.

"y-y/n," he stammered, voice strained.

he was obviously struggling to contain himself, working hard to recollect the pieces that had been shattered by his nightmare. now you reached out, placing a supportive hand on his back. his shirt stuck to his sweaty back uncomfortably, but that didn't stop you from rubbing soothing circles.

"it was only a bad dream, dan heng," you spoke in a soft tone. "you're safe. follow my lead okay?"

you breathed in slowly, exaggerating the motion to make it easier to follow. your eyes fluttered close as you held the puff of air for a moment before you released it, and you heard how dan heng did the same. you sat like that for a while, solely focusing on your breathing to help the poor male calm down. you felt his chest rise and fall underneath the palm of your hand. it appeared to help, and when you opened your eyes, he seemed a little less agitated. his eyes were on you, and you found a storm raging behind his otherwise so calm irises.

"did i wake you again?" he asked.

"i think so," you shrugged. "but don't apologize, i wouldn't want you to suffer alone. i'm glad i woke up."

"thank you, y/n," dan heng said solemnly. he leaned into your touch, and you saw that as your cue to take him in your embrace.

you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him as you slowly led him to lay down with you. his usually placid mask was gone completely and he snuggled into you, grateful for the love you gave him after experiencing such terror in his sleep. his breaths – calm but still shaky – ghosted over your skin as you held him close and as the minutes passed by, you felt his rigid muscles relax. you had no idea how lang you lay there like that, but dan heng's breathing grew so even at some point and you suspected he had fallen asleep again.

you smiled tiredly, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. nights like this weren't uncommon. rather, it happened multiple times a week. it was messing with your sleep and you felt unnaturally tired lately, but it was okay. you made your boyfriend's miserable nights bearable, which you gladly did. you gladly sacrificed some of your sleep to help dan heng get through the night, and you wouldn't ever get second thoughts.

it wasn't long before soft snores came from the boy in your arms, and you now knew for sure he was fast asleep. that was all the reassurance you needed to be sure that he was okay again, and you finally allowed your eyes to close as well. holding him tightly, you fell asleep minutes later.

another night had passed, and peace had returned. but for how long?

#dan heng #dan heng x reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng hsr #honkai #honkai star rail #honkai star rail dan heng #hsr #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng honkai star rail #honkai dan heng #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #— enyo writes

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justanotherduck26 · 2 months

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Nightmares and cuddles

Pairing Chris rodriguez x Gender neutral reader unspecified godly parent

Summary Y/n helps Chris with a nightmare he has after the labyrinth ordeal

Contains spoilers for the books if you haven't read them

Chris hadn’t been the same since barely escaping the labyrinth. That place really fucked him up. He became paranoided, not completely sane , having a hard time eating or just not eating at all extra. … And the nightmares; dear gods that was the worse part. Tonight he got one. Waking up in a cold sweat, hitting his head on the bunk above. He gasped for air and the tears started. Partly because he hit his head on the top bunk. Travis went to comfort him, but the word he could get out was. “Y/n?” His voice, above a whisper becoming more and more frantic.

" Someone go get Y/n!" Travis shouted. " But wouldn't be asleep?" Another Hermes cabin member asked. " Tell them it's Chris they'll understand!" Travis exclaimed and the camper ran off to get you. You awoke to the sound of frantic knocking on your godly parents cabin door waking you and some of the other cabin members up you opened it to see one of the Hermes cabin members a young boy. " It's Chris." Is all he said and you needed to hear that made you go from angry to concerned as you followed the younger boy out and towards the Hermes cabin towards Chris.

" Make way people make way." You said pushing past the campers surrounding Chris eventually reaching him. " Y....Y....Y/n that's really you? I....I'm not hallucinating right?" Chris asked. That was another horrible side affect was the occasional hallucinations. " You're not hallucinating pretty boy I'm here." You said and hugged him you could feel him shaking in your arms. After at 30 minutes of whispering sweet nothings to him he finally managed to fall asleep.

Chris laid peacefully in your arms on top of you his arms around your waist. He had another nightmare about the labyrinth again and had a hard time sleeping or just living in general because of the things that happened to him in the labyrinth he was starting to get a little bit better. You smiled softly at the sleeping Chris. " I've got you pretty boy. I've got you." You said you could feel Chris's arms tightening slightly around your waist as you gently ran your hand through his hair.

Everything would be ok. Chris didn't have nightmares from then on as long as you were there with him well he'd occasionally get a few but they weren't as bad with you there.

Cue fake gagging noises from Travis and Connor

#gender neutral reader #percy jackson and the olympians #chris rodriguez #chris rodriguez x reader

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jacksprostate · 4 months

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My ears are ringing, Bob is tilting my face up, looking me in the eye, his lips are moving like he's an angel sent by god, surrounded in haze and sweat, his beautiful perfect part doubled the same as his eyes. I am not a proper prophet. My face is slack, putty in the big moosie's bruised knuckle hands.

He'd signed up to fight me. The others, they've been avoiding it nowadays. They look at me with respect I don't think I've earned and fear I think I have. That kid, that angel faced baby, no one has seen him since I broke the third rule of fight club. It is my proximity to Tyler that protects me from retaliation, I think. Even though I've not seen him in weeks.

Bob is probably the only member of fight club who thinks I don't have balls.

Bob struggled with the sixth rule for a while. The first time I saw him in that basement, switched on over to his perfect heyday of a Tuesday, the first time I saw his tits swinging around you would have thought I saw god. There was the man who cradled me to sleep the past few years. There was the man who cracked open the miserable remains of his life to let me in, right into his large, loving chest.

I'm not sure, actually, if Bob thinks I don't have balls, or if he thinks I've accepted the cancer and chose to let them kill me. The way he looks at me sometimes, like I'm something admirable, like I'm a dead man walking. I wonder if we've become the same to each other. Does he see me how I see him?

Bob, the big moosie, the big cheesebread, he corners me after club sometimes. It's not so much that I let him as that with Tyler gone, no one is tugging me out. These guys, they think every move is purposeful. I'm just some plastic waste caught in the wind. Drifting. I've been left to run all this on my own, I know Tyler's out franchising, it boils something bad in me. And Bob is here, Bob's arms have always let me rest.

Bob, Bob, Bob. He's finally stopped trying to push his testosterone too hard. He says, he's seeking balance. He looks to me and I have nothing. He's not getting his tits cut open. He doesn't want to lose range of motion, he says, doesn't want to risk losing fight club.

He says, "I don't know what your name is. Not anymore. But, Cornelius, Tyler, you gave me something to wake up for. I think about the heat of the stage, now I can go to the dank hell of the basement. I think about my wife, I think about you. I think about how my perfect dehydrated shrink wrapped body wouldn't've been able to beat you to shit fifteen minutes ago."

We are out on the steps of the bar, his voice is still coming in discordant with my ears a half dimension to the left.

I lean into him. I let him tuck my face between his tits, bare, warm and sweaty. I shudder and cry. I cry what's left of my brain out, and Bob holds me like I'm crystal, like I'm an antique glass penguin from the world's most prestigious menagerie. Like if he squeezes my skull too hard, it'll pop open like a zit, crack like an egg from an eagle pumped with DDT. I'm over easy. Sunny side up, he turns my face back to his and lets his tears fall into mine.

"God, you're crazy," Bob says, voice warbling, like it's some realization he's been slowly coming to, something he's not wanted to face, but now he has and he can get over it. "You're like, fifteen different cats in one tiny bag. You're not doing well at all."

I tell Bob, I'm sorry I don't have testicular cancer.

I'm sorry I lied to you, Bob Paulson. I'm sorry I used your misery and sympathy to sleep like a baby. Like one of those little commercial angels.

Bob's eyes are small in his face, wet, crushed up by his cheeks and brows. His thumbs wipe the wrinkles from mine until I'm soft, inert like uncooked porcelain. If he wants me to be, I'll be it. I tell him that. Bob, if you want it, I'll chop my balls off. It would be fair. Fair like us strewn out on the basement floor.

"I already knew," Bob says. "That's why I knocked your head in tonight. It's okay."

It's not, I say.

Bob says, "It is. I told you, at some point, I started noticing. Maybe it was my fault I didn't notice before. You were miserable enough that I couldn't tell, though, and I think that makes the difference."

We cry on each other some more. We're sitting, I'm in his lap, but I push up to cry over his shoulder. It's different. I let myself clutch at his greased hair. Bob, I tell him. Tyler left me, he brought me all the way here and he left me, but I think he's still around. I miss him. He treats me like dogshit, and I miss him.

Maybe it's because Bob's big, warm hand is holding, cradling me in my own head.

He says, "I think I know things about you that you don't like. I don't think you've ever knowingly spoken as much as you have just now, huh."

I'd love to say no. I do presentations at work. I tell single-serving friends on airplanes what I do. I read out the rules of fight club on nights I'm there and Tyler's not. I'd love to say no.

I'm not lying to Bob anymore, though. So I introduce myself, instead, and he says, "Okay." He says, "Okay. Let me bring you home."

#fight club #my writing #wow... bob x the narrator?#perhaps #ficlet about bob realizing some things ahead of everyone else #oh theyre so wet and gross #kind of obsessed with this #this is a new blog if you were following me before you may not be now just fyi

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