#Let me love my unhinged girl boss
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Sub Reader x Bratty Han (plus Doms Lino, Chan and features ot8). Established poly ot8 relationship.
Synopsis: Bratty Han convinces you to let him go down on you without permission from Chan and Lino. They punish you both when they get home.
Word count: 2.9k approx.
Unhinged level: 🤡🤡🤡🤡
CW below the cut.
⚠️⚠️⚠️Warnings: NSFW // 18+ content // MDNI // coercion //dom chan and lino // sub reader // oral sex (f and m rec.) // creampies // unprotected vaginal and anal sex // butt plugs // spanking with a belt // restraints // sex in front of a group // everyone cums all over reader // name calling // disrespecting reader (but it’s consensual punishment) // let me know if I’ve missed anything.
Han. The fucking brat. He loves to rile up the doms and soft doms, pushing their buttons, making them snap. He likes to coerce the subs into messy situations in the hopes of getting into trouble off the doms Chan and Lino.
Han loves to get you into trouble, and for some reason you can’t resist his bratty, suggestive energy. He makes you lose the fear of consequences, or maybe it’s that he makes you forget about consequences entirely? Until, of course you are being thrown face down on the bed, your panties pulled down around your thighs as you get spanked by Chan while Lino fucks your face (although you love that kind of punishment).
You think every idea Han has is a good one. There’s just something about him that makes you want to please him. You want to please him as much as you need to please Chan and Lino. You’d honestly let him do anything he wants to you.
That’s how you ended up here. On the couch in the living room.
“Come on baby.” He whispers, kissing your neck. Your shirt is already off and he’s cupping your breast, under your bra, with one hand, and is three fingers deep inside your cunt.
He knows you are pliable right now. You’ll agree to anything. “Let me taste your sweet pussy.” He thrusts his fingers in hard making you squeal. “So fucking wet. I know you want more than just my fingers, right?”
You shake your head. “Sungie, no. We don’t have permission. What if they find out?” you say timidly.
“No one’s gonna know. Just think about how it’s gonna feel with my hot… wet…mouth,” he kisses you sloppily. “Against your…aching…dripping…pussy?” He breaks away only to lean his forehead against yours. “You are my baby, aren’t you?” he asks with a serious tone. You nod. You are. “So… can I?” he pushes.
“Yes.” You whisper. He is right. Your cunt really was aching for him. His fingers had almost taken you over the edge, but you know his skilled and quick mouth will have you seeing stars in no time.
“You’re my favourite, you know that, right? Always up for anything. Such a good girl.” He says as he makes his way down between your legs. “Spread them wider for me. Let me take a good look at you.” He pushes your legs open and bites his lip hungrily as he inspects your most intimate parts.
“Such a pretty, tight, little hole.” He watches your pussy clench around nothing as he removes his digits. He spreads your lips apart and licks a stripe up from your vagina to your clit. You cry out. Why does it always feel so good? You throw your head back and squeeze you eyes closed as Han laps up all of your arousal that’s dripping from you. Your back arches off the couch when he slips his tongue into your cunt.
“Fuck, Ji!” you cry. “I’m so close.”
And then you hear it. Your phone ringing. You know the ringtone. Han knows the ringtone. Lino is calling.
“Answer it, baby. You don’t want to get in trouble for missing a call from the boss.” Han pauses his movements.
“I… I can’t-”
“Answer it.” Han repeats himself.
And of course you do as he says.
With a shaky hand and a fuzzy brain, you answer the call. “H-hello?” you say softly.
“What the fuck took you so long, kitten?” Lino is angry. Fuck. “Um… I’m sorry, I was just…ahhhh.” You feel Han’s mouth latch onto your clit.
“You were just what? What is so important that it took you more than three rings for to answer the phone?” Lino growls.
You can barely find the words you need. Han is bringing you so close to climax that you can feel a sheen of sweat forming on your chest, and you know your heavy breathing must sound suspicious. You try with everything you have to ignore Han and to focus on Lino.
“I was just….working out… yes…running.” You manage.
And then you feel Han’s fingers in your pussy again, pumping in and out of you whilst he slurps loudly against your clit. The wet, obscene sounds becoming so loud that it threatens to give you away.
“Kitten?” Lino’s voice tries to cut through the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that has taken over your body. It is so hard to concentrate on Lino. Han is too intoxicating. Han feels too good. Han is your whole world. Han is the only person that matters. Han making you come is the only thing you need right now. You would surely die without it.
“Hannie-” you choke and the tension inside you snaps, sending pulsating pleasure through your veins and your legs shaking around Han’s head.
“You have to be fucking joking.” Lino does not sound happy. “Chan and I will be home in one hour. You and Han better be ready. You are going to be so fucking sorry.” And with that Lino is gone.
You lean up on your elbows and look down at the man that just took you to the stars. He is already looking up you with the most smug look on his face. You can’t tell if he is feeling pleased with himself because he convinced you (yet again) to let him have unauthorised access to your body, or that he has managed to get the you two caught?
It is a rather odd dynamic, between you and Han. Han is a bratty little shit, but he is not the boss. Not by a long shot. He just loves stirring up trouble and making life challenging for Chan and Lino. Han thinks it’s fucking hilarious to get himself, and any of the other subs, into trouble. Why? Because punishment is always fun. What he finds the most fun of all is the bemused expressions on Chan and Lino’s face when, as always, you have gone along with some devious idea of his.
You don’t even know why you always go along with whatever Han wants. But you can’t seem to stop yourself.
Even when it leads to this situation right now.
One hour later you and Han sitting side by side on the end of the bed, awaiting punishment.
The bedroom door bursts open and Chan and Lino enter the room - followed by the rest of the members. This was different. Punishment had never involved an audience before.
It makes you wet, and you were sure it is making Han hard.
They look pissed. Lino speaks first. “Everyone take a seat, stand against the wall. Make yourself comfortable.”
Seungmin and Changbin stand against the wall, and Felix, Innie and Hyunjin take places on the bed behind you.
Chan disappears out of the room momentarily, returning with two dining chairs and placing them in front of you and Han. Chan sits himself down on one and Lino drags the other a little further away to the right side of the room.
“Han,” starts Chan, “strip, then sit on that chair.” He nods to the empty dining chair.
Han immediately removes his clothes and takes a seat as instructed. You are right, he is hard. You hear Seungmin snicker to your left. How fucking humiliating.
“Everyone listen up.” Chan addresses the room. “Lino and I have called you all in here today because there are some of you who do not know how to follow rules.” Silence and anticipation fills the room and you start to become nervous.
“Han, in particular, doesn’t think he needs permission to play with our kitten here.” Lino says as he stands in front of you, grasping your chin forcing it so you’re looking into his dark, angry eyes. “Take off your top and bra and go lay over Chan’s lap so you can receive your punishment.”
You do as he says, nervously removing your garments and walking to were Chan sits.
“Lay over me, ass away from Han.” He pulls you over his lap and slaps your ass. Your head dangles by his shoe and you can’t see any of the men in the room. Chan pulls your shorts and panties down exposing your bare pussy and ass to everyone and pulls your cheeks apart. “Look at that boys… Han thinks this is his.” He snarls and roughly prods your pussy with his fingers. You gasp. You are so vulnerable, and so turned on. “Lino, come look at her pretty little holes.”
Lino kneels down next you, and the pair start finger fucking you at the same time. They plunge two fingers each into your cunt, stretching you, opening you up, showing everyone how much of a little whore you are. You begin to moan with pleasure, which apparently is against the rules. “Felix. Come pull the rest of her clothes off.” Chan instructs. “That’s it, Felix. Now shove her panties in her mouth to shut her up.”
Felix comes around and stuffs your mouth with your panties to muffle your whimpers, and then he’s gone again.
From where Han sits, all he can see is all the other men’s reactions to what is happening to you. He is turned on as fuck, but also jealous. He wants to see what was happening to your pussy. He can hear it though. The sopping, sloppy noises of your wetness. His dick is leaking. He knows there’s a good chance he’s going to come untouched. His hand automatically grips his cock.
"Hey, he’s touching his dick!” Innie exclaims, pointing to Han.
“Hyunjin, tie him up.” Chan growls. “This is meant to be a punishment.”
Hyunjin swiftly ties Han’s hands together and someone decides it’s a good idea to tie yours together too. “Let’s tie here’s behind her back.”
All you can do is lay there and take whatever punishment you are given.
“Everyone. This is what’s gonna happen.” Lino addresses the waiting men. “Our little darling here is going to choke on Chan’s cock, while I fuck her greedy little cunt. Your job, boys, is to jerk off while you watch. When you need to cum, you will come up, ask for permission, and choose where you want to cum on her.”
Seungmin, another dom, pipes up. “Hey why do I need to ask permission? And I don’t want to cum on her - I wanna cum in her.”
Lino rolls his eyes. “Don’t forget who's in charge here! But yeah, anyone can cum anywhere on or in her. Except Han. He’s not allowed to cum at all.”
Your pussy clenches at the thought of having everyone’s cum all over you.
“Everyone, get your cocks out.” You hear zippers and belt buckles as they free their dicks. Chan and Lino continue to finger your pussy. They jiggle your ass cheeks, make noises of approval at how wet you are. You feel Lino spit on your asshole and spread it around the rim, then plunge a finger deep into your hole. You tense and clench, making the pair chuckle to themselves. “Innie, give me the butt plug.” You brace yourself as Lino presses the rather large plug into your ass. He is careful as he presses it in. He doesn't actually want to hurt you. In fact, everyone knows everyone else's limits, hard no's, safe words and gestures. Even though you're tied up and your mouth is stuffed with panties, everyone knows if you shake your head rapidly, that means you want to stop.
“Pass me your belt, Changbin.” Says Lino standing up, leaving your hole clenching around the plug.
“We must set an example, mustn’t we Chan?” And without warning you feel the belt hit your ass cheek. You can’t cry out, or grab hold of anything. Chan holds you still. The belt comes down again. A little harder. Your skin stings. Again. Tears well up in your eyes. Another smack with the belt. You squeeze your eyes tight and the tears slip out. The next hit with the belt is on your pussy. It’s not as hard, but the sting is harsh. You hear gasps from some of the onlookers.
“Ummm,” you hear a timid voice next to you. “Can I please cum?” Felix.
“Already?” Chuckles Chan. “Sure. Where you going to put it?”
“The base of her spine please.” Always so polite. The spanking pauses, and you feel ropes of hot cum land on your lower back and hear the sweet noises Felix makes when he cums.
“Good boy.” Lino says proudly. “You did so good.” Chan concurs. “You may leave if you want. Or stay and watch. What do you want to do?”
Felix hesitates. “I’d like to stay and watch.” He says quietly.
“That’s our boy.” Seungmin claps his hands.
You are repositioned so that you are kneeling on the carpet in front of Chan. He lifts up slightly so he can shimmy his sweatpants down, freeing his enormous cock. Chan has the biggest cock out of everyone, and you know you are about to gag and choke very soon. He removes the panties that were in your mouth and fists a handful of hair on the back of your head and shoves your mouth down over his cock without care, forcing you take as much as possible. Then he pushes you down even more. You splutter, gag, and make a whole host of humiliating sounds as Chan pulls your mouth up and down on his cock, hard, fast and rough. You can get out of his grasp if you really want to. But you don't. You love this.
Meanwhile, Lino positions himself behind you, lifting you up enough to push his cock into your sopping cunt. The fullness feels incredible. Lino fucks you rough from the get go, leaving you no time to adjust. With your hands tied behind your back you are 'helpless'. And it’s driving you, and the men wild.
One by one, they come up seeking permission to cum on you.
You’re pulled up off Chan’s cock so Binnie can cum on your tits. You sneak a glance at Han to who looks so fucked out, his dick red and angry. Fuck you want to relieve him of that.
Innie wants to cum in your mouth. “Swallow it, kitten.” Lino instructs. You swallow it all and then continue to suck Chan off. Hyunjin wants to cum on your stomach, so again you’re lifted upright so he can mark you. Felix comes back again, this time wanting to cum in your mouth.
Finally Seungmin is ready to give you his load. “I’m going to cum in her cunt.” He announces. Lino grumbles and pulls out of you, and you feel Seungmin at your entrance. He thrusts into you hard making you gag on Chan’s cock. He digs his fingers into the side of your body and snaps his hips three times and you feel him release himself deep inside you.
“I’m not sticking my cock back in there after you. I don’t wanna feel your jizz on my dick.” Lino sounds irritated. Seungmin laughs and leaves the room.
“You’ll have to fuck her ass then, mate.” Chan says between clenched teeth. He was close to cumming.
“Hmm, you’re right.” Lino pulls the plug from your ass and pushes his thick cock into you, grasping your neck for both leverage and to feel you choking around Chan’s cock. Your pathetic cry is too much for Chan and he cums down your throat. “Swallow it.” Lino says from behind you, pounding his cock into your ass with an unimaginable force. You swallow and open your mouth, showing Chan your empty mouth.
You can feel Seungmin’s cum dribbling down your inner thigh, Felix’s cum dried on your back, and your breast and stomach are sticky. You are a mess as Lino fucks into you, holding you up by your tied arms. He pulls you against his chest, his mouth close to your ear. “Look at him,” Lino hisses, referring to Han. “I don’t know why the fuck you let him get you into this mess. Maybe you forgot who owns your pussy, hmm? Maybe you forgot I own your ass.” He growls. He reaches a hand down to your clit. “Now cum for me.” He demands.
You’re close but you can’t quite get there. You look at Han again. His cock. Yes, you love that cock so much. Closer. His trim waist and defined torso. Yes, you love to have your legs wrapped around it. Almost there. You look up to his face. His eyes. They are locked on yours. Encouraging you to cum. Fuck!!!! You clench around Lino’s cock and he pumps into you a few more times before you feel him paint your walls.
Lino pulls out and plugs you back up. “I own your ass. Don’t forget it.” He says and stands up. He and Chan pull their pants back on. You look around the room. It’s only now you realise that the rest of the men have left.
You see that Han has cum untouched, cum plastered on his abdomen, but he is still hard as stone. Chan unties him. “Now you clean her up - with your mouth… and then fuck Seungmin and Lino’s cum back into her holes.”
You and Han are alone again. He’s at your side untying you, immediately licking the cum off your tits, then kisses you. “That was so worth getting you into trouble.” He smirks and picks you up to lay you on the bed.
He hovers over you and gazes at you tenderly. “You are my baby, aren’t you?” He whispers.
You nod.
“Then… will you let me?”
“Let you what? They’ve given you permission to fuck me.” You say.
He shakes his head. “Will you let me make love to you? Slowly?”
Typical, bratty Han, still not wanting to follow instructions.
You nod. “Yes.”
A/N: I kinda wanted to end this on a sweet note, and make Hannie still unable to follow rules, like if he’s told to fuck her, then he wants to go slow and tender. But… he is a sneaky little shit getting her into so much trouble.
@kangnina @noellllslut @channieandhisgoonsquad @weareapackofstrays @wolfennracha @3rachasdomesticbanana
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More humorous takes about the Bridgerton brothers that make me laugh is that I cannot stress enough, how much I love their 'unhinged for wife' energy. Because it's just so funny
Anthony, like, you can see it, he's not even trying to hide it, he can and will be a meanie to his nemesis Kate who he also happens to love more than life itself, and to everyone if they don't fall in line. that's his whole mojo. People meet him and know at first glance that Anthony Bridgerton will not hesitate to use a gun if the occasion calls for it, because he outright intimidates people into submission. So good luck trying to mess with him or with his wife. He will end you. Have you seen him play against his wife in Pall Mall. He loves her, but he will not lose to this woman! She will one day respect him!. He's the boss of the house dammit (he's not, it's Kate, but she lets him think he is)
Colin is my favorite. because he looks nice and he looks friendly, and he would totally sink to the deepest of the low to have Penelope the moment he kissed her. This man is absolutely as unhinged as Anthony possibly more so, and he hides it so well, that everyone thinks he's the most charming brother. In fact the only person who knows how crazy Colin really is, has to be Penelope. Colin can talk his way out of anything (even a murder sentence. Do you ever wonder why nobody has ever sued Penelope for defamation? Because I sure don't), he's a people person. It's maddening, I want to convince people that Colin is the worst of the worst, and people are still like 'but he looks like such a harmless guy, just look at him eat that eclair' yeah! I know! that's how he got to Penelope! he was all cute, pretending to be nice and by the time she discovered he was the devil in disguise, he already had blackmail material on her!!. Men like Colin scare me, because I know he's bats*t but I just can't prove it.
Benedict and Gregory are just the same version of unhinged, just in a different font. Because they actually believed themselves to be the sane ones and then they met their true loves and you see that sanity? it went out the window.
Benedict used to think he was such a gentleman, who respected ladies and would never dishonor one, and guess what kind of obsessive idiot he turned into the moment Sophie said 'no' to his seduction tactics, be my mistress this, be my mistress that, Sophie ( and I) just knows Benedict's thought process alone should be landing him in jail instead of her, but he gets away with it, because apparently annoying her to death doesn't actually count as a crime. And the thing is, that she's the only one who triggers the crazy in Benedict, he's perfectly sane with everyone else, but it's her and only her who has him going all naked swimming in the lake, and obsessive paintings of her face plastered on all his sketchbooks (and his home, actually I'm pretty sure Benedict has a secret Lady in Silver shrine somewhere in My Cottage, that he took down before Sophie could find out about it) , not to mention his whole 'F society if I can't f Sophie' love at first sight excuse that somehow everyone swallows without questioning how crazy Benedict actually is.
And then he had to go teach that to Gregory! And Gregory was such a sweetheart, I actually thought he was going to make it to half of his book without going unhinged and then Lucy tells him the name of her fiancee and he goes ' wait, I know the guy, he's super gay, I can't let you marry him... ' my brother in the force what is your problem! Leave the girl alone. She's your friend, stop stalking her, she's got her own problems to deal with!! Lucy did nothing to deserve how Gregory randomly went from nice guy she was super supportive of in the courtship of her best friend, to kinda obsessive dude who won't leave her alone and wants to ruin her arranged marriage (let's ignore that said arranged marriage needed to be ruined and it might as well be by him). Guy was a green flag for Hermione but the moment he began fixating on Lucy, homegirl kinda saw the light and was like ' he's crazy, yup, totally mad.. about me sure, but this guy... He's never been told no in his life and it shows, it shows for miles'
And I just laugh so hard because people look at Anthony's fed up face and somehow think that he's the worst to fear in in the Bridgerton family. But nobody knows just how crazy his brothers are, except their wives. At this point Anthony's resting B face has to be some sort of defense mechanism because he had to grow up with Benedict and Colin while trying to raise Gregory. He may look intimidating but he's actually a reasonable man if you think about it. But his brothers, those three are just hiding their unhinged for wife energy a lot better. And you just don't want to know what kinda chaotic crazy thing they're capable of doing if they think it would impress Penelope, Sophie and Lucy
And that's the tea.
#Anthony Bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#colin bridgerton#gregory bridgerton#polin#Kanthony#benophie#grucy#Anthony Bridgerton defense squad
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MY TOP 10 RIVERDALE MOMENTS
In honor of the most gorgeous beast of a show to ever air being put in the ground tonight, here are my top 10 Riverdale moments. It was pretty impossible to make this list because I had to leave out so many beautiful things like that time Archie got forged, that time Cheryl was Queen of the Bees, and that time he was looking for the girl next door, but instead he found me.
10. JUGHEAD MEETS THE RAT KING
Sweaty, unhinged Loser-Jughead hallucinates his literary agent appearing to him as a Dark God of sewer rats. In a bid to save his life, he offers to be the Rat King's personal storyteller, like a Riverdalien Scheherazade. Betty appears to him and guides him out of the underworld and it's revealed that he was in the hospital for RABIES, which is made one billion percent funnier by the fact that rabies is 99% fatal. This made me so happy I was literally riding the high for weeks.
9. Archie boxes Hiram in the secret speakeast while Veronica sings "Daddy Lessons" by Beyonce.
This is just one of those great Riverdale musical moments - cutting between the blood spatter and bulging muscles of Archie and Hiram's furious machismo coming to fruition and Veronica dressed in gold singing about her terrible and vital love for her insane mob boss Daddykins.
8. PSYCHO KILLER PROM NIGHT
This whole plotline is great because 1. the auteur making big, clunky comic book caricatures of the main cast and having them relive their traumas through the mode of film with all the edges sanded off is metatastic, 2. Jellybean is the coolest middle schooler ever, and 3. Psycho Killer playing at Prom Night while they all dance around Mr. Honey's corpse is just objectively great television.
7. THE FOOTBALL WAR OF UZBEKISTAN
"Haha football war" shut up this is one of the most artistically cohesive and interesting sequences in the entire series. It lays bare the twisted knot of dream logic and aestheticism that governs Riverdale's universe. "Why do all the visual cues point to Archie fighting in WWI if Riverdale is set in 2021?" Because WWI was the period where America most successfully fetishized the IMAGE and AESTHETIC of young men going to war as a MASCULINE IDEAL. "Why are they fighting on a football field?" Because football is another heavily fetishized mode of expressing American masculinity and violence as heroic. "Why is Jughead there?" Because Archie loves Jughead.
6. BERONICA KISS IN OUTER SPACE
I may not like season 7 but my URL is 'beronicalongcon', and the way this episode reminds us how Betty and Veronica are historically positioned as diametrically opposed forces vying over Archie's love before bringing them together and letting them truly see each other is really nice. Also they kiss in space to symbolize that the world of the narrative by definition cannot allow women to connect independent of men, the only way they can truly be together is by inventing a new universe that is able to hold them.
This got long so I am making another one.
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“Fair. Here… Let me pick the clothes, and if anything goes wrong, you blame me, deal?” She dug through the clothes in my closet, “Jeans and… let’s see… a crop top to show off that belly of yours.”
see, shit like this entire scene is why briantaylor lisataylor and racheltaylor are all real to me simultaneously. it's literally classic weird codependent yuri that taylor's Girlbestie (who she met a week or two ago tops):
goes around ruffling her hair
calls her hyper-familiar pet names
casually and without permission snoops through her texts to the boy she has a crush on
invites herself into taylor's room while she's nakey to change
makes invasive yet fully accurate declarative statements about taylor's emotions
inserts herself into things by micromanaging taylor's outfit selection and saying "blame me if anything goes wrong"
and, of course, is doing all this shit while lying to taylor to obscure from her that 1. she is trying to manipulate-fix her into having better mental health so she doesn't kill herself and 2. has been hiding from everyone that their boss has coercively enslaved her and she can do nothing but decide that this is her life now and, if she wears the mask perfectly enough, she'll be able to keep everyone living the comforting lie she keeps telling the team. that's all well and unhinged of her and one reason among many lisataylor is real and true, although not in the simple "they're dating" sense.
the thing is that if all that were true and then taylor did just go to brian's house this arc and confess and he was like Teehee...I like you too :) and then they started dating normalstyle, that would be fucking nothing. we would have to throw brian out a window forever in favor of the shit taylor has going on with rachel and lisa. BUT. here's the critical part. taylor's relationship with brian is also weird and dysfunctional and mutually neurotic.
he rejects her at first because his ability to understand his own emotions and also not view women through a deeply paternalistic misogynist lens is so low he at first mistakes romantic attraction as meaning he wants this girl he just met to "be like a little sister to him someday." like, he psychologically does not know how to have women in his life who are in categories other than "coworkers i bicker with" or "little sister i love and want to care for (which i express dysfunctionally because i am 17 and traumatized)," and because taylor is closer to someone he cares deeply about than to a coworker he bickers with, he tries to sort her into the second category instead of acknowledging that she's a secret third thing (girl he wants to be friends with and date).
and taylor is so socially inadequate she's about to kiss him at random without consent and then tell him to go with it As A Favor so she can piss off one of her bullies who happens to be on the same bus as them. Taylor you can't just do that to people. and a bit past that she's going to refuse to mercy kill him after he gets hung on the meat freezer cross. no one here knows how to have a normal teenage relationship. they're all weird and dysfunctional and codependent. Even the straight couple. Could've been milquetoast but dodged it by a mile via everyone involved being fucking weird and bad at understanding themselves. it's fantastic. youve gotta hand it to wildbow re briantaylor. only thing that can improve it is deciding to read it as if racheltaylor and lisataylor are also true.
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☆Some random ass prompts☆
Feel free to change the pronouns and stuff! Feel free to credit me or something, I don't really care???? Just make sure to claim them as your own.
Also maybe '@' me if you use these! I wanna see what y'all do!<3
"Who said you can have her? If you want her, you'll have to go through me!" "...disappointing but fine."
A is pregnant and B is dead. How is B dead? Who knows? However A is stressed and is still grieving for B. How does the child birth go? Who knows? All up to you.
B invites A to a midnight dinner to discuss some important matters and just what are these important matters that got A all horrified and shocked?
"Hmm...I guess it could work, but will it really?" "I don't know, I'm just going with my gut here." ".....we're all gonna die....."
"I will bite you!" "Oh fuck you!" "...the sexual tension between those two is unreal holy fuck.."
"Hey mama? What's papa doing?" "Your father is being stupid but at this point, I'm used to it." "Is that how you guys met? Him being silly?" "Haha, yes little one. Indeed so."
A is a bit chaotically unhinged and B is a tired workaholic that wants A to calm down for a second so B can confess their feelings to A.
A and B are dating and are planning on getting married very soon, however, C has been feeling very lonely since the two first started dated so they want to join in on the relationship but aren't sure how to bring it up to the two without sounding creepy or awkward or desperate.
C and B are snuggling and A joins in on the snuggling session. Poly ships go brrr!!!
^^^ "Who knew A can be this affectionate when snuggling, huh?" "Haha yeah." "I can hear you y'know? So shut up and let me enjoy this."
Smut prompts! (Read at your own risk)
"Mmm..that's it baby~ just moan for me and me only~"
"Aww~ you're so cute. Do you want your daddy to give you a reward for being such a good girl?~"
"Me. You. Bed. Now."
"Oh? You like it when I bite? Why didn't you say so sooner?"
A is horny as fuck and is usually the dominant one in the relationship but tonight B is horny as fuck and decides to show A how much of a dominant person they really can be.
^^^ A is so into that shit.
B wants to spend quality type with A privately but A is always at work so when they finally have a day off, B had decorated the room to "set the mood". Does A like it or not? All up to you.
B's boss comes to visit B and A, however, he ends up flirting with A while B is fuming with jealousy. However, B easily scoops A and starts aggressively making out with A to prove and show B's boss that A belongs to them only.
"I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a few months! Understand?" "Mm kinky. Why not do it right here and now then babe?~"
"What the fuck are you?" "I'm a sex worker." "..oh-" "Got a problem with that?" "No...but can you fuck me?" "Heh, if that's what you want~"
Yandere prompts!
"You belong to me only darling!"
A shy innocent looking yandere x A tired asf college student
"Aww,,you're so cute and gorgeous when you are all dolled up like this! What's the occasion? You aren't going with that BITCH are you?"
"I love you! I love you! I love you! Wait- hold on- why aren't you saying it back? You do love me back right?" "O- Of course! I lo- I love you too." "Yay! But why are you crying? Who hurt you?!"
A emotionless yandere x A bright sunshine
A is a yandere and practically forced B into a relationship with them by using their secrets and loved ones against them. B is absolutely fucking miserable and probably beyond broken and saving (emotionally wise)
A werewolf yandere x A vampire
"Whoever said you can't leave? You can leave but all you gotta do is tell me where you're going on what day and at what time! Okay love?"
"No! You must stay with me! It's the only way that I can be truly happy! Please! I'm begging you! I love--no--I - I must love you!"
"I promise I'll always be with you but...you gave me no choice, I had to. I had to protect you from him. I'm sorry my love."
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CHAPTER TWO - READER
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Last night felt… good. Well, with the exceptions of that loser creep that keeps bothering me, it was good. Refreshing, to be exact. Thanks to a certain someone, I won’t have to worry about that perv anymore. And now, my mind will be onto other things when I go to the bar.
Toji Fushiguro.
I almost didn’t go out since it was Sunday. Usually, I keep that day reserved to relax and prepare lessons for my students. However, I decided to take a break. I’m thirty years old, and although I love my career, I dedicate a little bit too much time to it. For once, I wanted to live a little.
And I haven’t felt that rush through my veins in a while until those two hours I spent with Toji.
There’s something about his demeanor that immediately made me attracted to him. His presence screams confidence in a humble yet arrogant way. How he talks with charm unintentionally is calming.
I just admire how our conversation flowed well. Never a moment of silence. I listened to him, and he listened to me. The touch of vulnerability he showed me was unexpected, but it showed his comfort.
It didn’t feel like that was our first conversation either. It sounds silly, and I can’t put my finger on it, however, Toji feels… familiar.
The chemistry. The flow of us talking… Why didn’t he feel like a stranger?
And when he kissed me? I never thought I had that much strength.
I wanted Toji to fuck me so badly, and I know he would take care of me good. Those calloused hands that gripped my ass while kissing me, made me wet beyond measure.
Fuck it being a school night, or even if we didn’t leave so late, I would’ve been jumping on his cock last night. Maybe I should’ve allowed him to have his way with me in the bathroom at the bar.
It didn’t take long to realize we were sexually attracted to each other. It’s just the kiss solidified it.
Toji gives me rough yet passionate lover vibes. He would pull me by my coils, fuck me from behind and call me his good girl…
Y/N, why are you so damn responsible?
I honestly don’t know. The unhinged thing to do would be to let Toji come over to have sex. But I’m still trying to open up my shell a bit, especially after my recent engagement.
Well, ex-engagement.
Part of me feeling alive again was to do something that would help get my mind off my ex-fiancé that’s currently in front of me presenting a budget plan to me and the rest of the teachers.
“So, for this academic year, we’re looking to…” I fade out the voice of Nanami Kento.
Actually, Principal Nanami.
My relationship with my ex-fiancé, who’s also my boss, is… complicated, to say the least. We didn’t end on bad terms, but we didn’t end on good terms either.
We were together for five years, engaged for a year until I broke things off four months ago. Our arguing increased, which is normal in a relationship. However, it’s what we were going back and forth about that I was getting tired of.
Nanami (because I refuse to call him something as familiar as Ken) makes me look like an idler compared to his workaholic personality. And it wasn’t always like that.
Our relationship was perfect in the beginning. Fairy tale like. We would go on vacation, dates, road trips, and so much more. But as years passed, I truly believe he got comfortable.
It’s like he was burnt out from all the fun we had, and I blame that because of work.
I’m a teacher. He’s a principal. I have my fair share of demands being a teacher, but I know Nanami being a principal is far worse. Having to look over students, teachers, other staff members, constantly attend conventions on the behalf of the school—it took up a lot of his time.
A lot of his personal time.
It meddled into our relationship. I was tired of doing things alone. Tired of not feeling loved and appreciated. Tired of fucking not getting any sexual pleasure from him.
And don’t get me wrong, sex with Nanami was amazing. It’s just we only had it once every blue moon. There’s certain things a vibrator can’t do that he’s an expert at.
So a few days before our fourth anniversary (I know that’s shitty), I decided to break up with him. Let’s just say Nanami wasn’t having it.
Again, we argued. Some tears were shed, but the night ended with a proposal and a promise to change.
Too bad that promise was made with emptiness. We lasted about two months before he went right back to his workaholic ways. I was over it at that point.
Now here we are, months later where I try to avoid him as much as possible like he’s a plague.
It’s kind of hard to do that when these meetings are held at the beginning and end of every month.
“Any questions before we conclude the meeting?” he asks.
Nanami looks around for a response, eyes stopping at me. He tries to give me a small smile, but I look away.
He continues, “Okay. That’ll be all. Don’t hesitate to follow up with me if you all have any questions, concerns, or suggestions. I’ll be sure to take them down to pass along to the superintendents.”
After Nanami dismisses us, I quickly gather my belongings to head to my classroom, but he stops me the minute I’m at the tip of the door.
“Miss L /N. May I have a few minutes of your time?”
“I have to prepare for homeroom, Principal Nanami. Can this wait until later?” Later, meaning never.
“It won't be long… I promise,” he says, earnestly.
Like I don’t know the result of his promises.
I deeply sigh to myself and return to the meeting room. Nanami passes me to close the door and the smell of his cologne invades my senses.
Clean, minty with a touch of lemon and vanilla.
That’s the cologne you brought him .
Great.
“Everything’s okay, Principal Nanami?”
“Y/N…” Every time he says my name it’s filled with such tenderness. Like that’s the only thing he knows how to say.
“You said you wanted some of my time. Is everything okay, Principal Nanami?” I repeat.
Nanami leans against the desk, hands in his pockets while looking at me. I take notice of the three piece suit he’s wearing and think how handsome he looks. It fills out his body perfectly.
“You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“Because you call me outside of work hours,” I argue.
He hums. “So if I call during work hours, you’d answer?”
“Ken, what do you want?”
“Can I take you out for dinner this weekend?”
I knit my brows. “Why?”
“To talk, Y/N… To see how you’re doing.”
Why are my cheeks suddenly getting warm?
I would be lying if I said I didn’t still have feelings for Nanami. They aren’t as strong as before, but something is still there. At one point in my life, I was madly in love with him. Despite us not working out, I genuinely wish him nothing but the best.
And maybe we can get to being friends again.
I just don’t know if now’s the time.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Can you at least think about it?” His voice is still soft. “Please?”
Before I can answer, the late bell rings.
“I have to go.” I’m already halfway through the door.
“Would you let me know?”
I look at him over my shoulder. “I… I’ll let you know.”
Class on Mondays is always the hardest for me. The day feels sluggish, and it moves like a snail. Again, yes, I love teaching, but I seriously cannot hang. Midnight was far too long for me to be out.
Actually, I have no reason to come since I had the company of a handsome fella.
How am I able to teach class while thinking about Toji? I don’t know, but I manage. My mind is split between today's lesson and the distinctive features of him.
Those rich emerald eyes. His dark locks. Pale yet a pretty shade of rose for his lips that’s accompanied by a scar that left me with questions.
Toji wore a baggy black outfit that had me guessing how his physique looked, however, from the looks of his hands and how they felt on my ass—I know it’s probably mouthwatering.
I’m honestly disappointed that I didn’t give him my number. I’m not a hundred percent ready for a new relationship, but also not opposed to one because I was checked out of my last for a while. But I do want to see Toji.
What’s the likelihood of me running into him at the bar again? Slim to none.
I guess we’ll see.
Anyways.
One of my students was reading a page of this week's book, a young adult psychological thriller, when the classroom door opened.
A boy stands there. Spiky hair, about five-foot-nine and green eyes. He looks at me, then around at the classroom before walking toward my desk.
“Hello,” I say with a smile. “Did you need help?”
He nods. “I’m a new student. Sorry for being late.”
“No, it’s okay. I didn’t realize I would be getting a new student today” I told him. “It must’ve slipped my mind.”
He stays silent.
“What’s your name? Do you feel comfortable introducing yourself to the class? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Megumi.”
No… this could be mere coincidence. I’m sure Megumi is a popular Japanese name.
“Nice to meet you, Megumi. I’m Miss L /N. Glad to have you here.” I’m left with no reaction. No expression. Just a blank face. “So, we’re reading right now. I only had a set amount of books. For now, you can share with one of the students, then I’ll be sure to get you a copy. Sounds good?”
“Okay.”
“Why don’t you go sit next to Yuji? He’s sitting in the back with pink hair and a red hoodie,” I said. “Yuji, raise your hand for me.”
“Megumi, here-” I called him to retrieve his schedule that he left on my desk. But before I give it to him, his full name catches my attention.
Fushiguro, Megumi.
This is no longer a mere coincidence, and now that I’m looking at Megumi, he resembles Toji— a lot. The features are uncanny. I can almost guarantee that’s how Toji looked when he was Megumi’s age.
Who knew the new student in my class would be the son of the man I’ve been thinking all morning?
Will I use this to my advantage? Most definitely.
It’s that time of year for me to schedule parent-teacher conferences, anyways.
“Miss L /N. Did you call me?”
“Ah, yes. Here. You left your schedule.”
Megumi takes the paper from me and returns to the direction where I told him to sit. Yuji tries to whisper, but his whispering is on the verge of an outside voice. I can hear the excitement in his voice when he finally has a student that’s open to sitting next to him.
Yuji is a sweet kid, but I know he had a rough time growing up based on the little information he shared with me. It’s just him and his older brother.
Teenagers are definitely more judgmental than elementary schoolers, so I notice students avoid him as much as possible yet he still gives them the kindest smile. Megumi seems quiet so I think him sitting next to Yuji will help out a bit.
“Yuji, you want to read the next page?”
He stands up eagerly. “Yes, Miss L /N!” Giggles and whispers around the classroom, causing me to shoot a glare.
“Okay, sweetheart. And remember if you come across a word you don’t know, take your time or ask for my help.” He nods and begins reading.
I pay attention for the most part, but I can’t help but think about another chance at seeing Toji Fushiguro.
It thrills me, even.
I hope he feels the same. I would like to think he does.
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In a Rut
Unhinged Werewolf! Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 7.6k
Warnings: HIGHLY Dub-Con, Territorial!Abby, Abby’s aggressive towards anyone who’s interested in you, Possessive behavior, Rutting, Knotting, Biting, Werewolf venom, Breeding, Rough sex, Masochism, Size difference, cervical penetration, talk of murder, Abby threatens Owen, pregnancy, running away
Summary: Your father is the leader of the WLF. Dating has been hard for you with him being so overprotective, so you don’t say anything when you’re crushing on Abby Anderson - his top fighter. Except, things spiral out of control when you go to help a sick Abby… only to find out she’s not exactly sick and you’re the last person who should be there.
Author Note: I use a few veterinary terms in here if you don’t recognize certain words. I’m including the definition of a rut for those who do not know -> Rut - an annual period of sexual activity […] during which the males fight each other for access to the females.
The barking from the WLF’s dogs greeted you the moment you walked into the kennel. Ever since your father noticed your love for animals, you’ve been the resident dog trainer and veterinary assistant. Your mother passed away during your birth all those years ago, because her body had been too weak to make it through. It was unfortunately common in those first years after the outbreak. Doctors did everything they could for women with high-risk pregnancies, but with the hysteria and stress, there wasn’t much they could do.
You took after your mother in so many ways. The main thing was her love of nature and her sweet personality. Everyone in the WLF loved you and you weren’t short on anything you needed. You have great friends, an attentive crew, and - although overbearing sometimes - you had your father. A lot of people, especially those your age, didn’t have the luxury of saying that.
“Hey, Dixon!” Ruelle waves at you from the other end of the kennel, “You taking one of them out today?”
“Ruelle, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Y/n?” You groan, stopping in front of Poppy’s cage. The female Belgian Malinois was excited to see you standing there, barking and spinning in circles to show that she was ready to come out. You giggle at her antics, widening the neck on your leash so you can grab her.
“Until your father isn’t my boss?” Ruelle stands next to you, a bag of dog food in her hands, “Poppy’s happy to see you, huh?” She questions as you open the cage and leash her. Poppy immediately hops up onto her back legs to give your face a lick.
“It’s nice to see you too, Poppy.” You giggle, ruffling her fur as she drops back down, “I haven’t had the chance to play with her in a few weeks, so I’m just as excited. She is my dog after all. And, please forget that my father is your boss. Treat me like anyone else.”
“See, I can’t do that because you’re too cute. And if I was caught having sex with you, I’d probably be the dog food.”
“Why is sex the first thing you think of?” You snort, walking towards the field.
“It isn’t for you?” Ruelle gives you a playfully confused look, making you laugh, “Anyway, I’ve got to get back to feeding these puppies. Get lunch with me later?”
“You got it!” You wave to her and head out into the morning sun. Poppy is tugging you to her favorite area of the field that you call ‘the stretch’ since it’s a long section for the dogs to run back and forth. You open the cage and let Poppy off of the leash. She sprints down the stretch before circling around and coming back to you. You grin and grab a tennis ball out of the bucket, tossing it in your hand.
“You ready, girl?” You grin at your dog, “You ready?” Poppy barks, spinning in a circle.
“Catch!” You throw the ball, watching her sprint after it. You giggle to yourself as she comes running back, eagerly dropping it at your feet. You continue to play with her for a while, watching her cues to see if she’s tired or having any issues. At some point, you end up running back and forth with her just to have fun. You shriek when she tackles you, licking your face as you laugh and roll away from her.
“You okay there, Y/n?” You hear a very familiar voice call out. Your head snaps up and you see Abby Anderson grinning at you from the other side of the cage.
“Abby! Yeah, I’m- Ack!” You’re knocked over again, your dog whining that you’re not playing with her, “Poppy, sit!” You command her. She listens and sits down, and you get up off of the grass feeling a little embarrassed.
“Sorry!” You laugh flusteredly, approaching the gate, “Yeah, I’m all good. Poppy and I haven’t had time to ourselves in a while since she’s been in the field.”
“That’s good to hear.” The smile she gives you is blinding, “Is it okay for me to come in to say hello to her?”
“Yeah, of course!” You hurriedly, unlatch the gate and let Abby come inside. You had wished to be friends when she first arrived at the compound but your father was very overprotective. You weren’t allowed to talk with her or the others that came with her until your dad knew he could trust them. It didn’t help that you’d been dealing with a crush that started a few months after she got here. So, you were relieved when your dad gave you the all-clear, but you couldn’t because you were too shy. Abby was a really fun person, always making you laugh when you were around her, and it’s a bonus that she’s your age. She knew what it felt like to be a child born just after the end of the world. You admire how much she has done over the years, watching from a distance as she worked out and trained to fight infected and Scars. She only got more attractive as time went on with her gaining her muscular physique and becoming your dad’s top fighter. Although your positions made it hard to hang out, Abby made an effort to stop by and see you when she could.
“Alright, Poppy-!” Your dog is racing over the moment you give her permission to move. She runs around Abby, barking as her tail wags around like crazy. You giggle as she keeps trying to give Abby kisses, jumping up before running around and doing it again.
“Poppy!” Abby laughs, petting her and getting her to calm down, “That’s enough. I get it.”
“She really likes you.” You nudge her, “Are you sure this is your first time interacting with her?”
“Yeah.” Abby nods, watching Poppy run around, “I usually interact with Zeta, Alice, or Bear. Zeta is the one I’m assigned to, and Alice is Owen’s usual partner.”
“How has the field been lately?” You look at her, “I noticed that my dad has been sending you out often. Are things getting worse?”
“No. Things are good. I’ve just been feeling antsy so I go out on runs when I’m not scheduled to. It feels nice to get out of the stadium from time to time.”
“Y/N! It’s time for lunch!” Molly shouts from the kennel area. You bite your lip, not wanting to end your conversation early, but you’re hungry after the exercise. You whistle and Poppy comes trotting over, letting you put her leash on without a fuss.
“Ah, I’ve got to head to lunch and put Poppy back…” You awkwardly motion to the kennel, “We can talk when I’m free?”
“Yeah, I’ll catch you later.” Abby agrees, and you nod. She walks with you back to the kennel and waits while you put Poppy away. You say goodbye to her and head for the cafeteria, wondering what the kitchen crew has made. You’re happy to find out that it’s sandwiches, sliding into the line, greeting the cooks, and asking about their day. Once you get your food, you head over to your regular table where your friends are waiting for you.
“So someone was flirting with Abby today.” Jasmine says loudly while looking at you.
“I was not!” You protest, blushing, “She was asking me about Poppy!”
“Abby hasn’t shown any interest in Y/n romantically.” Aden rolls his eyes, “She’s still interested in Owen. That conversation was nothing but friendly.”
“Were you all watching?” You huff, taking a bite from your sandwich.
“Yup!” They chorus together, making you shake your head.
“We all know you’re crushing on her. It’s okay. A lot of people are but she can’t seem to look past Owen.” Ruelle sighs.
“Am I that obvious?” You pale. ‘Oh god, does she know?!’
“No, we just know you really well.” Jasmine pats your shoulder, “Don’t worry, Abby doesn’t know.”
The whistling from the Scars makes Abby’s skin itch. The extra missions she’s been doing lately have been to take out any challengers, and what better opportunity than to use the Scars to her advantage? She would lure the Scars toward her target, allowing them to fight and get injured before jumping in and saving them. She tagged along on a run to the edge of WLF territory for one reason, and one reason only. Madeline. Another person who was trying to get closer to Y/n because they have a crush on her. Abby wouldn’t allow anyone to get closer to her girl now that she was single and Abby could move in on her. She had told Madeline to back off and warned her that if she didn’t there’d be consequences, and well… she didn’t.
Abby wasn’t above threatening people. Not when her future mate was involved. So she did what she had to do in order to get these humans to back off. Killing the Scars involved in the situation gave her an outlet for her pent-up frustrations, letting her shift and tear them apart as she forced her need for Y/n down. Her father's death left Abby as the only werewolf remaining from her pack. She thought that Owen had been the mate she was looking for, but she was wrong. When she officially met Y/n, her tail would have been wagging like crazy if she was in her werewolf form. Her scent, her voice, her personality, and the way she was so soft with Abby made her heart skip a beat.
Thanks to her enhanced senses, Abby was well aware of Y/n’s crush on her. The sweet scent that Y/n gave off around her made her head spin and her gums ache. Abby wanted to claim her, to mark her so that everyone knew that Y/n belonged to her, but she had to be patient. She worked hard to get Issac’s favor because of the rumors she heard going around about him disapproving of anyone his daughter dated. All she needed was the confirmation that he didn’t care about her being with his daughter and she’d jump at the chance. If she didn’t get it, well, she’d just have to take Y/n and leave. There was nothing tying her here. Not after the huge argument between her and Owen. Manny was her best friend - the only one outside of Owen who knew about her being a werewolf - but she knew that he’d stay here to look after his father and she respected that. Y/n was all she needed and she’d have her.
Madeline was rushed back to the compound and Abby smirked when the two of them made eye contact. She flashed her eyes at the girl, a horrified look twisting onto her face, and Abby knew she was no longer a worry. ‘Y/n should be working right now. She told me that she was working with the pregnant dogs today. It wouldn’t hurt to drop by and see her.’ Abby hums a happy tune to herself as she checks her weapons in and heads into the kennel. The dogs happily greet her as she strolls past them, overjoyed to see the Alpha back home safely. It put a smile on her face, reminding her of the first time her father showed her how their werewolf side interacted with other canines.
The sound of Y/n’s laughter puts a bounce in her step and she turns a corner to see an adorable sight. Y/n was sitting down with a litter of puppies that were climbing all over her. There was one in particular that she was pulling away from her face that kept trying to lick her. It made Abby’s heart melt and she bites her lip as she watches how tender Y/n is with them.
“Okay! Okay! Hold on!” Y/n giggles, “If you’ll let me get up, I can get your food.” One of the puppies starts nipping at her fingers, making her laugh more. ‘She’s so perfect.’ Abby sighs longingly. Y/n looks up and over at her, making Abby smile and give her a small wave.
“Abby!” Y/n brightens up, her scent immediately getting sweeter, “Could you grab the puppies’ food for me? They won’t let me get up… and I kind of don’t want to.” She coos picking one up and cuddling it. ‘She’s making this so hard on me.’ Abby groans internally but gets the food for the puppies and steps into the pen.
“I thought you were supposed to be with the pregnant ones?” Abby asks, sitting down next to her. The puppies start jumping on her, whining now that they smell the food and their hunger can’t be ignored by excitement.
“Oh! Sunny is whelping! Tilly asked me to take over for her since she’s one of the handlers.” Y/n’s eyes sparkle as she grins at Abby, taking some of the shredded chicken into her hands, “If we’re lucky, there’ll be three new additions...” Abby zones out, too distracted by watching Y/n feed the puppies and seeing how loving she is with them. ‘She’d be an amazing mother.’ Her mind drifts, thoughts of Y/n having her pups swirling around in her mind.
“Abby?” Y/n’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. She shakes her head and notices that Y/n is blushing, clearly flustered about something.
“Sorry.” Abby clears her throat, “What were you saying? I uh… zoned out.”
“Oh, nothing.” Y/n shakes her head, “Do you want to help me around the kennel?”
“There you are, Abby!” Owen’s voice sounds out, making them look up. He had a frown on his face and Y/n awkwardly shuffles her position, no doubt having heard about the fight between the two of them.
“Issac’s calling for you.” Owen crosses his arms, “Said it’s confidential.”
“Oh, that conversation.” Y/n seems to sigh in relief, “He wanted to go over some things with you. He wouldn’t tell me what, as usual, but I guarantee you’re not in trouble. He’s probably going to request that you marry me if you keep making him so proud.” She jokes, but that strikes a chord in Abby’s chest. ‘If only that were true…’
“I’ll come back after if you still want my help?” Abby asks as she stands up.
“I’d like that.” Y/n smiles, “Tell my dad I want you back in one piece.”
“Will do.” Abby nods. She silently walks with Owen out of the kennel and makes her way into the main building. Out of nowhere, Owen shoves Abby into an empty room and slams her into the wall.
“Owen, what the fuck?!” Abby shouts, shoving him off of her.
“No, Abby! What the fuck are you doing?!” Owen shoves her back, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with Y/n, but this has to stop!” Abby snarls, her eyes glowing as she grabs Owen and slams him into the wall. He chokes as she presses her arm against his throat.
“I’m not doing anything to Y/n, except being nice to her. But, I will hurt you if you come between us.” Abby growls, her body shaking from the force of it, “You and I aren’t friends anymore so, take this as your only warning.” She slams him against the wall one more time before leaving the room. ‘Maybe I will have a talk with Issac.’
It seemed like Abby showed up at the kennel every free moment she had. You let her join you when you were training the younger dogs or doing things outside of the veterinary clinic. Abby complimented you on your skilled handling of them, saying that they must think of you as the alpha if they listen so well. You had stuttered out something and waved her off because that was too big of a compliment. You just spent a lot of time with them. Abby brought a different perspective to training from someone who’s out in the field with them. You admitted to her that you were impressed with how well the dogs listened to her. Even your more jubilant dogs listened to her commands, and Abby responded that she just understood them. Over time, you started noticing that the way Abby said your name made it sound like honey on her tongue. It sent shivers down your spine and didn’t help with your crush on her. Being in contact with her so often was torturous to your poor little heart. Your fingers would brush against each other when you handed her things or she’d touch your shoulder to get your attention. You’ve even had… intimate dreams about her that have you jumping for the shower first thing in the morning. You wanted to ask her out, but you were too shy to, especially after you heard Owen was with Mel.
Speaking of Owen, he was acting weird around you. Half the time it seemed like he wanted to say something to you, but decided not to last minute. There was one time he caught your friends teasing you about your crush on Abby and he looked like he got hit by a Scar. You felt your heart drop as he ran out of the kennel and it worried you. Especially when the next day, Abby didn’t show up to the kennel. You thought she might be out on a mission for your dad, but when you asked him he said no that Abby was in the compound. You panicked when a week went by and you hadn’t heard a single thing from her. So, when Manny showed up, you jumped at the chance to ask him.
“Y/n! Cómo estás?!” You hear Manny exclaim from the other end of the kennel and you give him a grin. Every time he came to collect a K-9, he had such high energy and made you laugh. The workers loved when he came in and you jokingly fight over who got to help him.
“Bein, Manny. Y tú?” You respond, putting one of the dogs back in its cage.
“Pretty good. I’m going out on a scouting run with Mel and Nora.” Manny chuckles, handing you his K-9 slip, “Your Spanish is getting better.”
“I only know like three words, but thank you.” You giggle, going to Bear’s cage, “Why are Mel and Nora going with you? Are you finally scouting out the other hospital?” You call Bear to the gate and get your leash out of your pocket.
“Yeah, we’re scouting out the hospital at the edge of the territory. The main one has almost been picked clean, but we have the bottom layers of that one to go through. Your dad wants the other one secured before we go down further though.”
“Is um… Is Abby going with you?” You ask, leashing Bear and taking him out.
“Abby? Ay, no.” Manny shakes his head, sighing sadly, “She hasn’t been feeling good this past week. She’s been locked up in our apartment with a fever.”
“Oh. It’s not bad, is it?” You frown, “A week is a long time to be sick with a fever.”
“It happened to her once when we were kids.” Manny shrugs, “Her father wasn’t concerned and she told me not to be, but I am a bit concerned about leaving her alone for three days.” You sign out Bear, waving for Molly to load their car with dog food. ‘Sick and alone for three days? What if she gets worse? What if she needs something and she can’t get it?’ You bite your lip nervously.
“I can check on her.” You offer, handing him Bear’s leash, “I don’t work too late tonight, so I can visit her after and see if her fever broke or if she needs anything.”
“Gracias, Y/n! You’re a real lifesaver!” Manny squeezes you in a hug, making you laugh.
“I just want to make sure she’s okay.” You smile, “I haven’t seen her since she got sick, so I’ve been worried.” You walk with him to the truck.
“Oh, that’s right! Abby has been hanging out with you these past few months.” Manny grins, “You’ve really helped her get over Owen. Not that Owen knows.” He chuckles.
“She’s talked about me to you?” You tilt your head.
“Si. She really enjoyed spending time with you.” You watch as Bear hops into the truck, waving at Nora and Mel, “I think she’d be happy to see you come by.”
“I’ll do that after my shift, then.” You give Manny a side hug, “Stay safe and watch out for those Scars. They’ve been pressing into our area more.” You frown. You were worried about the growing tensions between the two groups. Even your father seemed more out of it as time went on. You were hoping that the groups could come to some form of agreement, but you weren’t sure what your father would do. Abby had been going out a lot, even on unassigned missions, and someone was always coming back horribly injured. The memory of hearing about Madeline’s shattered arm still made you nauseous.
“Don’t worry. They can’t take me out.” Manny winks, hopping into the truck, “I’ll see you in a few days, Y/n!”
“Bye, Manny!” You wave, “Be a good boy, Bear!” You point at the Shepard who woofs in response. You leave and get back to work, still worrying about Abby but calmer than before. ‘I’m not the reason she’s gone. I thought Owen told her about my crush and she found it weird. Now I feel bad for not stopping by her place and checking on her.’ You sigh.
Time seemed to crawl as the day went by. The rest of the morning was spent training, then you had lunch and it was like your shift didn’t want to end. You joined the veterinarians in the clinic and assisted with surgeries, cleaning cages, and fixing up the surgical suite. They joked that you needed to be sedated because you were bouncing from chore to chore in a way to keep yourself busy. You had laughed and told them that you were looking forward to your shift ending. That only made them interested in why and they started throwing out their theories. When someone said you were going to hook up with someone in the compound, you blushed heavily and told them the truth. It didn’t help because that only made them coo at you and say that Abby was lucky she’d have a cute girl attending to her.
When your shift ended, you took your scrubs off and tossed them into the wash bin. You signed out and said goodbye to your team, and made the trek back into the compound. Some of the people hanging around jokingly cat-called you in your tank top and shorts and you stuck your tongue out at them. Being the boss’ daughter meant that people had to be careful with you. Everyone who was here from the beginning knew that he was overprotective, and anyone who dated you had been called into his office at some point. You found it annoying, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Sometimes you fantasied leaving Seattle and running away to somewhere else, but that would require you to find someone who wanted to do that with you in the first place. ‘Maybe Abby would want to? Pfft, probably not. She’s my dad’s favorite warrior.’
You stopped by your apartment, greeting Ruelle before showering and getting changed into something more comfortable. You were planning on being there for some time to make sure she ate, so you went with sweats and a comfy t-shirt. With a cheeky grin from Rue and a roll of your eyes, you left the apartment and headed for Abby’s end of the building. Since she was your father’s top runner, she was given a room in one of the more private areas of the compound. When you questioned your dad about it, he said that it was a good way to keep loyalty and reward it. If others see that Abby was getting better space, more access to things, and even your father’s confidence… that would encourage others to do the same. Manny was rooming with her because Abby requested it, and he was taking advantage of it from what you heard. ‘Here it is… and here we go…’ With a deep breath, you knock on the door, “Abby? It’s Y/n.” You wait for what feels like forever before the door opens, Abby partially hiding behind it. Your eyes widen when you see her. Instead of her hair being in its usual braid, it’s cascading down her back in long, messy blonde strands. Her face is flushed, her eyes dilated and slightly foggy, and her lips look swollen as if she’s been biting at them. All she was wearing is a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
“Y/n.” Abby’s deep, husky voice makes your breath hitch, “I… didn’t expect you to stop by.” She glances down the hallway before making eye contact with you.
“Manny told me you were sick, so I wanted to come to check on you.” You smile at her, “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to hang out until you go to sleep. I want to make sure you have someone here with you in case something happens.” Abby stares at you for a moment, making you swallow nervously. She blinks and shakes her head, hesitantly stepping back into her apartment with an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s not good for you to be here. Thank you for stopping by, but you should go.” Abby rushes out and goes to close the door.
“Wait!” You shout, slamming your hand against the door to stop her, “I don’t want you to be by yourself when you’re sick! Call me stupid, but I care about you and I don’t want you to-!!” You’re yanked into Abby’s apartment, taken by surprises as you’re whirled around and slammed into the door. ‘Holy shit!’
“Abby?!” You gasp, looking at her with wide eyes. She’s got you trapped between her and the door, staring you in the eyes with a hungry look.
“Damn it, Y/n.” Abby growls lowly, “You really want me to fuck you senseless, don’t you?”
“O-Owen told you about my crush?!” You squeak, feeling your face burn. Abby’s lips are on yours without a response, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you to her. It takes you a second to realize that she’s kissing you, but you’re kissing her back just as needily as you do. She lifts you off the ground, making you wrap your legs around her and you feel something press against your crotch. You’re carried over to her bed, breaking the kiss briefly so Abby can lay you down, and she’s on top of you the moment you are. You were a little embarrassed that a kiss was making you feel so hot, but her tongue in your mouth and the bulge in her pants rubbing against you was doing it for you.
You feel her hands at your waistband, tugging your pants and panties off at once and leaving you exposed to the cool air. You push her back and take a deep breath to get the air back in your lungs. In that short time, Abby takes off her shirt and has you salivating at the sight of her muscles and abs. She pulls you up and takes your shirt off, growling in appreciation at the sight. You let out a small groan as she rolls your nipples between her fingers, getting another growl from her. When you open your eyes, you gasp at the glowing gold that used to be Abby’s blue irises.
“A-Abby?” You stutter, grabbing her wrists, “What happened to your eyes?”
“I’m a werewolf.” Abby’s voice comes out rumbly, “And you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about you like this. How long I’ve been trying to get you to mate with me.” She kisses your neck, making you tilt your head back.
“Mate?” Your eyes widen as she hums in response, too busy kissing down your body to give you a proper one, “Abby-” She huffs and looks up at you, making you swallow. Her eyes are dark with lust and you can see her impatience as she takes off her boxers. You’re not sure what sound comes out of your mouth as her penis springs free and you get an eyeful of it. ‘That’s not something a human has.’ You think in shock. Her penis is huge, definitely bigger than a normal human’s, and leaking strands of precum. It’s a soft pink as it pushes out of its sheath and your breath catches in your throat. ‘She wants to put that in me?’ You blush furiously.
You open your mouth to say something but Abby’s back to kissing you. This one was rough and desperate, meant to distract you from the impending intrusion and it almost does. Abby’s cock head is hot and very slick when it touches your slit and you’re aware of every inch as she pushes into you. She’s hot, making your pussy feel warmer than normal while easing the ache you had. A whimper leaves your lips as she stretches you out, moving a little to get a feel for you.
“God.” Abby groans, rotating her hips, “So soft. So wet. So breedable. I need to get my pups into you.” She mumbles by your ear, grabbing your hips in her hands. ‘Pups?!’
“Wait, wait, wait- Abby!” You gasp as Abby thrusts into you and hits your cervix. With a deep growl, Abby starts fucking you like you’re a bitch in heat. Her thrusts are punishing, driven by her instincts, and done with the purpose of breeding you. You couldn’t say that you didn’t like it because you absolutely did. It was pleasurable to you, especially as Abby groans out how you’ll be the best mate and she’ll take care of you and your pups. She had you digging your fingers into her thick muscles to support yourself as she drilled into you.
Surprisingly, your orgasm rose steadily and you were moaning out her name as the pressure became unbearable. A few more thrusts resulted in you cumming, your pussy squeezing her cock as tight as it can and making the pleasure spike. You let out a strangled moan it mixing with a shout as a sharp pain burst from within your abdomen. You feel Abby sink in deeper, startling you as something pushes against your slit, stretching you a tad wider than comfortable. The sting lasts for no longer than thirty seconds before whatever it was pops into you. Abby growls, opening her mouth and allowing you to see her large fangs before she’s biting into your shoulder. You scream as the spot where she bit you burns as if you poured hot oil onto your skin. A cool tongue bushes other the area but you thrash around as the burning feeling travels up your arm.
You weren’t sure how long you had blacked out, but when you came to you met Abby’s golden eyes. Your gaze went down to where you and Abby were attached in shock. ‘She knotted me.’ Your mind started racing as a deep blush crossed your cheeks at the realization. Abby intended on getting you pregnant and as you’re able to process what she said, it’s something that she’s been thinking about for months.
“Are you okay, baby?” Abby looks at you in worry, her hands rubbing your hips to get your attention, “You’re quiet.”
“...Why me?” You whisper, “Why mate me?”
“I fell in love with you.” Abby’s eyes soften, “I knew you liked me, but I wanted it to be your decision to approach me. And, honestly, what’s not to love about you?” She starts rambling about everything she likes about you and it has you in awe. The two of you talk for hours, too deep in conversation to realize that it’s okay for the two of you to move apart. You didn’t expect to get with Abby like this, but you talk extensively about what’s going to happen when you get pregnant - because Abby refused to think that you wouldn’t be getting pregnant. What were your plans? What future did you imagine? What kind of parent would you want to be?
Two weeks later, you were early to the kennel so you could take Poppy out. Abby’s bite had turned you into a werewolf, causing her eyes to go red while yours presented gold. She had taken the time to explain everything and try to help you acclimate to the changes. You were surprised to find out that you could understand the dogs way better. Their whines, barks, growls, and even their silent cues. Poppy had freaked out, knocking you over in her excitement when she realized that you were like her. She did the same thing when Abby showed up and she connected the dots that you were mated. You had dissolved into giggles as she jumped between licking you and your mate and sprinting up and down the stretch. Zeta - Abby’s dog - did the same thing.
Poppy was sitting by the door when you got there and she yipped happily. You smile to yourself, opening the cage and taking her out. You were surprised by how affectionate Poppy was with you, especially when you were sitting down on the grass. She was quietly laying there with her head nuzzled against your stomach. It didn’t even occur to you that she was pointing out that you were pregnant until a week later. You woke up heavily nauseous one morning, too dizzy to get out of bed, and sobbed to Ruelle to help you to the hospital wing. She carefully supported you to the hospital where Nora was the one to receive you.
Nora asks you how you were feeling and you told her. She nods her head and writes it down before starting to question you. You go through them pretty quickly, but freeze when she asks if you’ve been sexually active. You slowly nod your head and she raises an eyebrow at your reaction.
“Y/n…” Nora says cautiously, “Could you be pregnant? When was your last cycle supposed to be?”
“Last week.” You smile sheepishly, “It’s consistent. No irregularities.”
“And you had unprotected sex within the last four weeks?”
“Yeah.” You say, your voice going up in pitch from embarrassment.
“Okay, I’ll have you take a pregnancy test.” She motions to the closed door to your right, “I’ll take a small amount of your blood, and I can test it here. Since you’re still feeling nauseous, you can rest until it’s ready.” You nod and she does what she says. You lay down and end up falling asleep only to be woken up by Nora softly calling your name. Thankfully, as you sit up, your nausea is gone so you’re able to focus.
“Your test result came back positive.” Nora says gently, “Do you know who the father might be?”
“Mother.” You correct her, your heartbeat picking up, “And yes, I do.”
“Who is it?” Nora asks, checking the bandage on your arm.
“...You can’t tell anyone, Nora. Please. Not even my father. Don’t even write this down in my records until it’s necessary.” You stress to her. Nora meets your eyes, concern in them as she puts her pen down.
“Okay. Confidential until you start showing, then.” Nora nods, “Tell me.”
“Abby.” You rub your hands onto your pants, “The mother is Abby.”
“Oh.” Nora blinks, “I can see why you want to keep this confidential… Okay, I can do that.”
“You’re serious?” You smile happily, relief flooding your system.
“I’m serious. Abby is one of my closest friends, and I can misdiagnose someone. Periods can be horrible for a lot of women.” Nora shrugs, winking at you. You grin at her.
When you leave the hospital wing, you pass Mel on the way in and give her a quick smile. She wasn’t your favorite person after some of the things your mate has told you. By the time you’re leaving, it’s almost lunchtime in your area so you head to the cafeteria to eat. You haven’t had anything since you woke up this more so you were starving. ‘I’ll be eating for two. This is… This is surreal.’ You think to yourself as you head down.
“Y/n!” Ruelle exclaims when you come inside. You wave at her and grab your food, pausing when you see Abby’s crew come into the cafeteria. Normally your mate’s scent would help you relax but nervous butterflies swarm your stomach instead. The moment your scent reached her, she’d be able to tell, and her finding out in front of a crowd is not what you planned. So, you rushed over to the table and squished yourself between Ruelle and Jasmine.
“Rue told us about what happened this morning.” Aden frowns, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I was really nauseous and thought I was sick. The nurse that helped me said it was just post-menstrual stuff.”
“Ugh, periods suck.” Molly huffs, “I’m so glad that mine is going to be over tomorrow.”
“Um, Y/n.” Tilly’s eyes widen, “Don’t turn around but Abby is walking this way!”
“What?” You blink, your mate’s scent flooding your nose before you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up into her eyes seeing some red starting to creep in as she grins at you.
“Can we talk?” Abby’s eyes sparkle in joy, “Now?”
“Yeah.” You smile, getting up from the bench. Abby grabs your hand and leads you out of the cafeteria, down the hall, and ushers you into the empty music room.
“You’re pregnant!” Abby shouts, wrapping you up in a hug, “Oh, my god you’re pregnant!” She kisses you, rocking your body side to side.
“Surprise?” You giggle, “I found out this morning. I was going to tell you later, but I didn’t expect to see you at lunch today.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Abby bites her lip, “They found him. Joel… The guy who killed my father. He’s living in a town called Jackson in Wyoming.”
“Oh…” You breathe out, nervous once again. You knew about your mate’s quest for revenge but you didn’t expect this to come around so soon. ‘I’m pregnant now. What is she going to do?’
“I’m conflicted now.” Abby sighs, “I’ve been planning for this revenge for years. But, you’re pregnant and now I’ll have a family to look after. If I go and kill this man… who’s to say someone else won't come back for revenge as I did. I just- I need to know why he did it. Why my father? He wasn’t hurting anyone.”
“Why don’t we go?” You grab her hands and look into her eyes, “Instead of the whole murder plan… Why don’t we talk to him and find out what happened? Because you’re right, you will have a family to worry about in nine months. And truthfully, I don’t want to stay here. Tensions between us and the Scars are getting worse, my father is losing his mind, and I don’t want to be here when everything goes to shit.”
“So we just waltz up to their front door and ask for him?” Abby raises an eyebrow.
“What was your plan going to be when you got there? Throw a molotov into the town?” You joke, making your mate roll her eyes.
“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” Abby brushes your hair back, knitting her eyebrows in concern.
“It is. Besides, I’ll get to shift into my werewolf form and it won’t be in your apartment.” You kiss her cheek, “You deserve answers and I want to get the hell out of here.”
“Okay.” Abby nods, “How are we doing this?”
“Baby… I’m the daughter of leader of the WLF. You let me worry about getting things set up, and you just show up at the places I tell you to.” You smirk, making Abby blink in surprise, “We’re also bringing Poppy and Zeta, I hope you know that.”
“They’re part of the pack.” Abby huffs, “I’d never let you leave them behind.”
“Good.” You kiss her deeply, “Let’s get ready to leave this place.”
True to your word, you took care of it. You gathered everything that you’d need for the trip: med-kit, weapons, food, clothes, and a map. During the night, no one questioned you as you walked around or and you knew where to go to avoid people. The perks of growing up here and being able to see all of your dad’s plans made things easier. You had asked Abby if anyone else knew about where Joel was located and she said no. The informant was an ex-Firefly and she had made sure to kill the person after they told her. You had raised an eyebrow at that and she shrugged saying that she knew they didn’t have anyone else, which is why he was an informant.
You were ready to go in a week and then came the hard part of sneaking out. You gave no hints that you were leaving, and Abby was the first one to leave the compound with Zeta. She hitched a ride with some people going up to the News Station so she’d be close to the meetup point. No one would bat an eye at her heading out randomly, especially not with the high tensions going on. Your father had given her free rein, and you felt a little bad taking advantage of that. But, his mind has been consumed by the Scars. You knew that there’d be a war soon, and you didn’t want to be around when it started. You have a family of your own to protect.
The way you left was carefully planned. There was a group going up to the elementary school to visit the kids. You requested to join, saying that you wanted to bring some cheer with Poppy and they were happy to let you come. You spent the day there, talking with the younger kids and letting them play with your dog. Early in the morning, you pulled your bag from inside the truck - smirking to yourself at their stupidity - and left. The plan was to meet Abby at the highway gate and follow the road out. When you got there, your mate swept you off your feet and kissed you like you’ve been gone for years. She grumbled and complained that she was worried about you and she refused to split up again. You opened the gate as she did, slipping through and watching it fall shut behind you.
“Are you ready?” Abby grabs your hand, gently turning your face from the gate.
“Am I ready to leave my whole life behind to make a new one wherever that may be?” You grin at her, “Yes. I am.” Abby starts walking with you, Poppy and Zeta remaining as close to you as possible since you’re the pregnant one. You were nervous but you were also excited. Unlike Abby, you’ve never left Seattle. All you’ve known is that place while you heard that she’s been all over the country. Perks of being a Firefly when they were still active.
“I hope you know that I’m doing this because I love you.” You kiss Abby’s cheek.
“I know you are.” Abby kisses yours back, “You’ll really get a chance to see what being a werewolf is like. My dad and I used to run through any forests or woods nearby and go crazy. Hunting was the fun part. There’s no thrill like chasing a deer and then- I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”
“You are.” You chuckle, “But, it’s cute.”
“Are we really going to Jackson to speak with my father’s murderer?” Abby gives you a look.
“No, I just want to check out the place. I heard that they have great food.” You say seriously, making your mate snort.
“Thank you… for giving me another option. It wasn’t until I realized that I had something to lose that I… figured out revenge might not be the best approach.” Abby sighs.
“Well, now you’ll get the answers you need… and hopefully we’ll have a new place to call our home.” You smile at her.
“So really, what’s the plan?” Abby raises an eyebrow at you.
“Approach the gate and ask for a place to stay.” You shrug, “By the time we get there I’ll be… three months pregnant, maybe four if we go slow. Ask to spend a night or two, you request to talk to Joel and go from there. If we have to leave, there are thousands of houses we can stay in and make a home. Oh! We could have a farm! Let’s get a farm house!”
“A farm house?” Abby smiles in amusement.
“Yeah, you know I’m tired of the city life.” You joke, “We can raise goats or chickens, have a little garden and the girls would be excellent farm dogs.” You pause when you see Abby staring at you.
“What?” You tilt your head.
“Nothing. I’m just thinking how about many people I nearly killed to get to you.” Abby hums.
“We need to talk about that.” You huff.
“Do we?” Abby glances at you.
“Yes!” You poke her.
“It’s a werewolf thing.” Abby shrugs.
“You can’t pass everything off as a werewolf thing!” You whine. Abby stops walking, grabs your chin and kisses you.
“Sorry, baby… it’s a werewolf thing.” She repeats again, making you groan.
#abby x reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#abby the last of us#abby tlou#hexxed monstober fic week
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''Talking is exhausting"
My first story related post! I hope it's good and have fun!
Just a little brain vomit I had about Spencer going nonverbal after getting too overstimulated while interrogating a suspect.
Watching through the glass of the interrogationroom, m/n got nervous second by second that flew by. Spencer was in that cold looking, empty room with one of the suspects they assumed was the unsub they were looking for. Hotch said he should interrogate the woman, because she looked to be having some kind of affections for their favorite doctor. So in he went, now getting stressed more and more while the woman flirted unhinged with the brunette.
M/n saw how his colleague and significant other started to pick on his fingers. Whenever the stress gets to his head he starts picking on them or on his long sleeves but it was summer so wearing a shirt it was and choosing his hands instead. ,,Hotch, are you sure it was a good idea to send Reid in there with her? I mean, he looks kinda like freaking out to me", Derek hesitated, standing right beside m/n and their Boss, who was watching the scene go on without a doubt in his mind. ,,Yes Morgan, I am very sure of this. Give him time he gets there trust me", that was his monotone answer while he turned around and left the two agents still worried for their friend.
Time went on, more minutes and more minutes went by till Spencer was so stressed he suddenly stopped bickering and discussing with the suspect. She didn't noticed, never stopped dreaming about herself and what she could do to him and where they could do it. It was like she didn't even care he was an agent with the FBI or that she in fact was getting interrogates because she seems suspicious to them. So carefree it made them all sick. She fit perfect into their profile. Confident about herself, not caring about serious situations. Being so affected by skinny and scrawny tall men with longer hair then the norm.
,,Hey...Derek?", ,,Yeah M/n ?", ,,I think Spencer needs help I...I will go get him and you'll continue to talk to that girl? So we actually get something else out of her than this delusional blabbering?", ,,Yeah sounds good to me let's do it". The men walked to the door which lead to the interrogationroom and separated them from the other two people. With a stern look m/n pushed the door open and walked in.
Spencer looked up from where his eyes had been stuck upon, his shoes, and saw his boyfriend and best friend entering the room. He wanted to say something but he couldn't and his mind went a 100 thoughts in a second. M/n knew exactly what was going on and took Spencer by the Hand to lead him outside and into the hallway of the police station while Morgan stayed and started talking to Lilia, the girl he had tried and failed to interrogate like Hotch had expected from him.
Suddenly he was stopped. He hadn't even noticed m/n had taken him into a small burau that was empty of any humans. The door closed m/n gently pushed the taller one into a chair and sat down beside him in another. He took the brunettes hand and gently tapped it so he would focus on him. Spencer looked up, but not into m/n eyes, rather at his hair because it was hard to hold eye contact right now.
,,Do you need something Love?", quietly asked into the silent room and still holding Spencer's hand, who in return tapped 2 times against the other mans hand with his finger. They had talked about situations like this before. It was not uncommon for Spencer to get over or understimulated on or off cases. When that happens he tends to stop talking and doing common social interactions in general. That's why they talked about the tapping system. They heard of it in a few books Spencer and m/n read together, or more like Spencer read and told m/n the facts afterwards on their countless cuddle dates and sleepy mornings/nights.
So they decided to try and use it and who would've guessed, it was actually a pretty good system for them. So one time tap meant no and two taps meant yes. ,,Alright. I have my pen and notebook let me quickly pull it out so u can write down what you need, alright?", he seemed unsure to do this because he had to let go of the brunettes hand and he hates letting go of m/n hand in those times. A short nod from the other though calmed his uneasiness and so he let go of the hand and quickly searched for the notebook and pen he swore he had with him. And found them, he had.
Slowly the taller one took the pen and book and started putting word after word on the blank page. After a while he gave it back to m/n and looked a little flustered to the side. Softly smirking, m/n read the words and looked up at his cute boyfriend. ,,Of course. I think Hotch will let us get back to the hotel already if I explain to him. Then we can do that and it will be just the two of us without any disturbance, alright Love?". A last time he felt the two taps on his hand before they went to talk to Hotch.
On the page was written in clumsy handwriting:
Can we cuddle and maybe take a nap while you read The Narrative from John Smith to me?
Alright! That's a wrap up for now! I hope it was good and that there's not too many mistakes, I didn't really proofread it sooo yeah sorry for that ig!
Till next time <3
#male reader#reader insert#spencer reid#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid x male reader#oneshots#gay love#tobbotobbs is writing
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Things I Need To See If When We Get Rottmnt Season 3
-More Apritello (wait don't leave yet!)
-It doesn't need to be romantic (although they have such a good dynamic I honestly wouldn't mind if they did as long as it was done right)
-but seriously, they're just chaotic together and I need more of that
-Along those lines I also feel like there needs to be more one on one time with April and Leo as well as April and Raph
-Like??
-Both duos are so good and they just don't get enough screen time at all
-Also, I need the turtles + Splinter to actually meet April's parents
-Did I know I needed this until I saw the disaster twins psyched for a nice dinner in their matching sweater vests? No.
-Do I need it now more than ever? Y e s.
-I also need them to actually acknowledge the events of the movie and not just brush past it like it was no big deal. Let it come up later. Let the rest of the turtles be just-barely-noticeably a lot more overprotective when it comes to Leo. Don't tell me they would almost lose him like that and continue letting him be reckless all the time.
-GIVE. ME. MORE. CASEY.
-You CANNOT just add her to the mix and dip like that. I NEED to see how she fits in with the group. Will her and Donnie be completely unhinged together? Absolutely. Will Splinter dote on her like she's his daughter and she'll absolutely love it and swear to make him proud? Probably. Will her and April be an absolute girl boss team together and probably have sleepovers while gossiping about whatever? Y e s. Will she be completely unused to getting positive reinforcement and being part of an actual family who loves her even if she makes mistakes? For sure. But will she adore it? Um, yes!
-Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo Leader Leo
-Will this poor boy be immediately overwhelmed with this responsibility and continuously doubt himself? Yes. But Raph would be giving him tips and pointers the entire time because he KNOWS how stressful it is to keep everyone in line and stop them from getting hurt or worse. Let Leo come to terms with his role and realize he's actually really good at it! Let him be so relieved to finally feel like he has a place on the team and isn't actually a useless screw-up.
-Alternatively, show us how Raph feels about this development! Will he be proud of his little brother for stepping up? Of course! But maybe, just maybe, he goes through some withdrawals? Maybe he has a hard time remembering that he's not in charge anymore and Leo is the one calling the shots. Maybe he feels a little lost on his place in the team now that he isn't the leader. Would his brothers immediately reassure him that he's still irreplaceable and is just as important to the team now as he was before? Yes, but it still might take him some time to get used to that.
-Mikey Magic. Magic Mike. (Jk)
-You really can't tell us Mikey is some powerful mystic warrior and not expect us to want more answers. Can he control it? Or is it fuelled by fear and desperation? Can he learn to harness his power without his brothers absorbing the energy with him? If done correctly, does this potentially open the stage to Mikey being able to time travel whenever he chooses? That could be interesting.
-Soft Shell Donnie
-Maybe it's just my desire for angst, but I think we should see more of Donnie without his battle shell. It would certainly make for more dramatic fight scenes if that vulnerability was exposed more.
Here are a few more minor ones that have zero plot relevance but I just think would be neat:
-Raph should get some sort of pet
-The turtles should occasionally make little chirps and hisses like real turtles do
-April should have a bigger wardrobe
-We should see Mikey actually graffiti something (I know he's the artsy one but have we ever actually seen him paint something??)
-I would love an episode centered around a hatred fueled disaster twin prank war. (Each prank gets progressively more crazy and dangerous until the others have to eventually interfere so they don't kill each other)
-Let Donnie perform a musical number like the absolute theater kid he is (other than a rap?)
-Random, but I also think it'd be funny if Mayhem had a growth spurt and was actually meant to be the size of a tiger. Plus April could ride him into battle like the badass she is.
-We should have a cool underwater fight scene! They're literally turtles! Plus, I think softshell turtles are supposed to be suuuper fast swimmers and I want to see that
A few more people have suggested:
-Raph/Donnie duo! We need a red and purple episode now!!
-Give. Donnie. His. Fashion. Montage. Seriously, we were robbed
-Alternatively to Donnie's musical performance, give us an entirely musical episode! We know they all have amazing voices!
That's all I could think of for now. Feel free to chime in any ideas you have!
#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt movie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt splinter#rottmnt season 3#save rottmnt#rottmnt apritello#rottmnt angst#rottmnt april
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I have a question that’s made me giggle all day about my LU. Totk role reverse.
If the chain is going to be going up to dragon!Wild. Then they need paraglides.
I also haven’t decided if they are unlocking the sages or just going staring for Ganondorf but either way they need paraglides. So which paraglides do they have. Because with the different fabrics in totk there are a lot of options.
Some way more unhinged then others.
I’m going to go through the options for each of the boys and let’s see how unhinged this gets
Four
I think he’s like the Addison fabric the best as it has the most colors and almost has all four of his colors.
Another pick for him or Wind would be:
The Bygone-royal fabric if they wanted to rep their Zelda’s (Dot and Tetra have similar dresses)
Speaking of Wind he’s got way more options
Starting strong with
I think this would be his top choice add it would remind him of the sip of red lions that was his traveling companion. But if you want another option
The korok fabric also screams Wind to me.
Now on to Hyrule.
Both Hyrule and Legend could use the
Gleeok fabric or Lyle fabrics as they are bosses in both of their games.
I also love the mister control crew fabric for Hyrule. I think it fits his on the run vibes. He still service his kingdom and is a hero but because of the conditions of his world he doesn’t have the nicest gear. He is also his worlds “monster control crew”
The last one for Hyrule is
The zonal survey team just because I think it’s funny to give the kid who is always getting lost a compass.
Legend on the other hand has the most unhinged option.
You know to remember the wind fish he woke destroy an island full of people and the girl he loved. This is absolutely unhinged as an option.
Sky’s the last in for this post.
Sky also has an obvious pick in the Goddess fabric as it is just his sail cloth in paraglide form
But if you want to go a little more unhinged then you can always pick the sword-Spirit Fabric to remind his of his companion from his journey
I’ll do the rest of the boys in a part two as I ran out of room.
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| Made For Me |
•sub!taeyong & the return of the futa!reader
•After giving him that special session that one night, the love of your life decides to return the favor when he finds out about one of your secret kinks that you've been hiding from him.
●WARNING: this the return of the futanari reader and taeyong having female parts (not your speed, then don't read)
•Contains: filthy rough kitchen sex, fingering (male receiving) degradation, sloppy kissing, lingerie & skirt wearing, slight cumflation, reader has daddy kink, spit kink, choking (just hella nasty shit) light fluff at the end.
•So this fic is basically an unplanned sequel to "A Cheer Up Session" and I know you guys loved that one, so that's why I brought back the futa reader. Also just wanted to say that Taeyong is very feminized in this (wearing a maid outfit, panties, high heels etc.) You know the vibes! I was thinking of what my next story should be and this came in my horny ass mind pretty quick also this was a bitch to post due to technical issues lol
• hope you all enjoy, loves 💋
It was a surprisingly chill day at your office, it was a beautiful afternoon and you were gonna be closing things up pretty soon. You had a few meetings today, but oddly, your phone was going off quite frequently during your meetings but you already knew it was Taeyong texting you, it's not very often where he spams you unless he's feeling needy.
"Alrighty boss, I got everything done on the list you gave me" Mark said with a nice smile on his face "Thank you so much for all the hard work you do Mark, you and the team! I just wish those meetings weren't so damn long" while speaking to him, you finally open up your messages from Taeyong and your eyes pop open immediately, they are blessed with multiple images of your angel wearing a tight maid outfit with no panties on and his tongue out like those slutty anime girls in those unhinged hentai videos with the message "ruin me..." right under. You threw your phone down on the desk as your cock thickened up in your skirt, a boner becoming visible and your breath getting caught in your throat "Hey boss, you feeling okay? You look a little flushed"
"H...hm? Oh don't worry about me! It's just u..um a little hot in here! Hey I think I'm gonna go ahead and head out for the evening! You all be safe going home okay?"
Mark smiled at you again and nodded as he walked toward the door "Yeah of course! Get home safe and stay hydrated! It's been hot this summer! You have a good weekend okay?" You waved at him while he left as you released a held breath, your eyes looking down at the massive bulge in your skirt while eyeing your phone "Goddamn it...why would he send that to me?" You & Taeyong talked about everything together, you knew everything about each other except there was one thing that you didn't want him to find out. A while back, you left your laptop unlocked in your home office accidentally while you stepped out, with a curious Taeyong coming across it while looking for you to let you know that dinner was ready for the night, his mind filling with a devious ideas to please you, ever since you fucked him very rough that one time to cheer him up, he wanted to give you a thank you.
You were turned on yet pissed off "Fucking Taeyong....why did he send me that?" I can't walk out the building with a fucking hard on!" You grab your phone and look at the pic of him with his mouth open, your mind running wild "fuck he is so hot" your nails clicking against the screen responding to his text saying "What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm on my way home..."
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It didn't take you long to come home from work, you had scurry away from the office with your purse covering your boner, you pulled into the driveway of your mansion and parked your brand new black SUV and stormed into the house quite quickly, you walk in and scan the house as you shut the door.
"TAEYONG!?" You yelled as you headed to the kitchen as your heels clicked against the marble floor, you stop in your tracks as you see the petite boy wearing a tight maid skirt with stockings & a lace black bra with a pair of black high heels that you realize are the ones he asked you to buy for him, you didn't question him on why but you didn't care because you spoil him, his dirty blonde hair with his dark roots showing hanging in his face and he looked delicious in his little outfit.
"Been waiting for you to get home from work, so you can see your dirty little maid"
His skinny leg lifting to reveal his sweet wet pussy that was dripping fresh juice that slid down his leg from how horny he was just waiting for you to come home and have your way with him.
"You like what you see, mistress?" His slender fingers playing with his sensitive cunt while his other hand rubbed one of his nipples under the bra causing him to moan. Your boner stiffened up under your dress skirt even more as he looked at you while biting his lip, you walked over while licking your lips like you were hungry, your body was pressed against his, your hands gripping his chest and squeezing his nipples as he held the counter, hot breath was between the both of you before crashing your lips against his plump ones which led to a heated make-out session, sloppy sounds of kissing filled the kitchen as you kept groping his chest, Taeyong tongued you nastily as kept groping him. You pulled away as a string of spit hanging off both of your lips which were very swollen, your free hand slid off the bra and down to his cunt, sliding two fingers deep inside him.
"Look at you, getting fingered in my fucking kitchen when you're supposed to be cooking and cleaning! You've been horny ever since you sent those dirty pictures to me, haven't you?"
Your fingers started working his pussy HARD he looked at you with his bottom lip in his mouth as you fingered him roughly.
"You thought it would be a good idea to send those fucking pics to me while at work? Let's not pretend that I didn't see that text under them...I WILL ruin you until you can't stand up straight, you fucking drooling whore" his head fell back on the counter as pussy juice dripped on the floor while moaning loudly "OH FUCK CAN I CUM? PLEASE FUCK!" one of his legs squirmed with the sound his high heel clicking against the floor "Fucking hold it in, you don't deserve to cum yet" your fingers slowly pull out of him and got shoved right back in before you rubbed his clit lightly.
"P..please please! Please let me cum" you gave him a stern look as your fingers moved away from his pussy "I said HOLD IT...I'm not fucking playing with you right now, slut"
You take your pussy juice covered hand and rub it all over his pretty face, a smile appeared after he licked your hand a little bit, that smile getting wiped away as you slapped him across the face hard.
"Dirty fucking whore, the fuck are you smiling about? Enjoying yourself too much?" You gave his nipples one good tug "Sometimes I dream about you having tits, I would suck on them all day just to have a taste of milk" you turn him around roughly, bending him over the counter and lifts the tight skirt up, his tight pussy in full view, your hands pull your skirt up as your cock bounced free, throbbing hard with potent pre-cum dribbling out of your thick tip.
"Fuck...you're lucky that you have a pretty face because you have no ass, but that doesn't matter because all I care about is this beautiful pussy"
You rubbed your thick cock against his small ass and tip poked his hole. Before he could say anything, his mouth fell open as he got filled up by your cock "Oh fuck!!!! Mistress! I always forget how big that cock is" A soft yet hot moan left your lips as you started thrusting slowly while taking your large full breasts out of your tight work blouse, Taeyong looked back at you while you fucked him, he looked like the sluttiest pornstar to ever exist "Mmmmmmmm fuck me!!!! Fuck me like the dirty whore that I am!" Your thrusts got rough real quick after his request "So *ah* I have a question for you, how the fuck did you find out that I would enjoy seeing you dressed like this?" The small boy was too fucked out to respond to you "Uh hello? I'm speaking to you, slut!" You said as you pulled his hair roughly.
“A..AHHH! I SAW THAT YOU WERE LOOKING AT BOYS IN MAID OUTFITS ON YOUR LAPTOP WHEN STEPPED OUT OF YOUR OFFICE WHEN I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!” You blushed with embarrassment yet happiness when he found out your secret kink for boys in skirts, you pulled him up off the counter and turned him to face you, both of you touching nose to nose while dripping in sweat. You lifted his pale leg over your shoulder and poked his cunt with your tip “Look at what you did to me, made my cock hard and along with filling my balls up” you shoved yourself back into his tight pussy and continued fucking him.
“Open that mouth….WIDE, and keep it fucking open” you grabbed him by his hair and Taeyong truly looked beautiful, his lips were all swollen from all the kissing, his mouth opened with his tongue hanging out, your hand gripping his throat hard, the tip of your acrylics lightly touching the sides of his neck, a large wad of spit landing on his tongue "Filthy fucking whore...." your cock was basically in his womb at this point.
“You feel that slut? You feel me deep inside you? Tearing up your fucking insides?”
You force him to look down at his belly where your cock was bulging inside him, your hand letting up off his throat so he can breathe, he let out a large exhale with a ragged cough following after “Now…call me daddy” you gave him an evil smile as you choked him roughly again, cutting off his airways yet again.
“D..daddy! DADDY!! Please don’t stop fucking my tight pussy! Please please fuck your dirty little maid! I’m your dirty slutty little maid who’s just a fuck doll! Oh fuck fuck fuck! I n..need to c..cum, i need to cum s..so bad" Taeyong was completly out of breath since he was about to explode "One more thing I want you to do, tell daddy how much you love this cock while you cum...c'mon babygirl, cum for me while saying how cock addicted you are" your hand lightly grabbing his cute cheeks.
"I FUCKING LOVE DADDY'S COCK! I'M YOUR COCK SLUT, COCK SLUT, COCK SL-" his voice cutting off as he came insanely hard from a denied orgasm, your hand going for his neck since you love seeing him struggle to breathe, Taeyong had tears sliding down his face as he clenched around your cock “Ohh fuck, i’m cumming!” You released your hand off his throat for the last time and as he took a gasp for air "Daddy please kiss your filthy little maid! Please kiss me!!!” your tongues crashed together with your kisses being deep and passionate. Your balls sloshed and churned as you unloaded inside him during the kiss, his flat belly swelled with fresh steaming hot cum, Taeyong barely lifting his head up to see how primal you looked while cumming. The both of you were out of breath as you pulled your now limp cock, cum dripping out of his ruined pussy onto the floor.
"Oooh daddy I feel so full!" his finger grazing across his swollen belly as you walked to the fridge to get bottles of water for the both of you. You patted your face with a napkin as you brought him a bottle of water "You know this is your fault right? You should've never sent those pictures to me" runny makeup stained the napkin as you looked at it
"I know but I wanted it to happen, I wanted to give you a thank you for uhhh...cheering me up that one night after I was really sad, I hope you liked it" You gave him a sweet smile as you pulled him into your arms. Taeyong was literally your entire world, him wanting you to give a thank you gift was just so adorable to you.
"I absolutely loved your gift, baby boy, honestly seeing you in a skirt, tights and heels really had me going, especially when you called me daddy" Your finger lifted his chin, his cheeks getting bright red as you took him upstairs for a shower "I...i really liked it how you made me call you daddy, it was really hot and it makes me feel owned by an amazing woman like you, y/n" You giggled as you put your long hair up in a thick bun.
"What can I say? You were just made for me"
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I already know you kinky freaks are gonna eat this up like a buffet, also shoutout to the futa enthusiasts out here! This one is for you! hope you guys love this 🥺 also I'm not too far away way from 300 followers which is so exciting!
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no but wait let me add. can you imagine being cid’s spoiled little brat at the hideout. like after he saved you, he always took a particular liking to you and it went to your stupid little head. he made you feel like his little princess, always showering you with attention and molding you into this devoted little thing to the point where you’re always ready to greet him on your knees in his office when he returns from a mission, head empty and eyes wide and bright for everything little command that falls from his lips.
and it’s almost funny bc like everyone else is so sick of you calling yourself his little wife. and maybe while you don’t explicitly say it you imply it so loud with your actions. especially when cid is away. it’s the way you put yourself in charge of maintaining his study and keeping his belonging fresh for his arrival. you’re always making sure everyone stays in line or else ‘cid won’t be happy when he gets back’. you 💯 call him daddy in some occasions and tarja is ready to strangle you. it doesn’t help that gav is just as delulu and follows you around like a little puppy.
and oh when cid here’s about this he just gets this smug little look. tells everyone he’ll deal with you before bringing you to his study. there he picks you apart, teasing you by calling you his little brat, his little wife who can’t keep his name out of your mouth. so he spends all night making you say it until your voice is hoarse 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
clari you are single handling fueling my unhinged behavior for this ff series ( once again sorry for the spam pls tell me if it’s too much ~)
omg anon what a fucking DREAM
warnings: female reader, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, extremely bratty reader, morally ambiguous cid, a lil bit of degradation
words: 1.2k
okayokayokay so the thing(s) i’m writing for him (one is completely focused on him and pure filth like i mentioned, the other he’s a main character but he isn’t the focus) kiiiinda touches a similar idea because i just think cid would LOVE being with a brat. a playful brat; someone who provides a bit of a challenge without it feeling like any sort of tedious work, someone who keeps him on his toes and is FUN without truly acting out (those genuine tantrums seldom but fierce, only occurring when you don’t get something you desperately wanted, and that’s when he gets to go really Daddy on you, all strict and stern and steely eyes; but he can’t quite quell the self-satisfied little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, threatening to shatter his entire act to bits).
i just feel like if you were his girl, you’d be spoiled fucking rotten, no matter how hard he tries not to. he just can’t say no to your pretty pout and your puppy dog eyes, and he LOVES the way you giggle and squeal his name or his title whenever he gives you something you want—it’s so goddamn precious and it makes him go all melty and starry-eyed for you <3 he’d treat you like such a little princess 97% of the time and i can totally see some people at the hideaway being a lil sour about it because you get special privileges, you don’t pull your weight, you’re protected by the boss and if anyone dares to say anything they will be respectfully but sternly told to cut it out. cid always has the perfect excuses, expertly crafted and readily on hand or in his back pocket, whipped out the moment anyone even attempts to criticize you for your lack of contribution and work.
if anything, gav loves you so much that he’s even worse, snapping at anyone who dares to say a single bad thing in your name, effectively earning him the title of your lovesick guard dog; so even when Daddy’s gone, and you get to play queen of the castle, they can’t say—or do—anything at all. it’s rare that you’ll leave your cid’s chambers alone when he isn’t around, gav glued to your side, ever-protective and watchful, ready to bark and bite at anyone who even looks at you wrong.
you really are cid’s precious little princess, they spit between themselves in hushed tones, with screwed up faces and soured tongues, making the word sound like an insult.
there are definitely moments where cid absolutely has to tell gav to tone it down or reign it in, because in gav’s eyes you can truly do no wrong, an angel among mere mortals, ready to bend over backwards, snap his fucking spine, to your every wish and whim and will.
and it isn’t like cid doesn’t understand the other inhabitants frustrations, doesn’t listen to their complaints and criticisms—it’s just that he really, honestly, genuinely can’t help but give you every single thing your sugary sweet heart desires. that doesn’t mean he won’t scold you for your behaviour, of course, when you’re bent over his desk and sobbing into the wood, when he’s balls fucking deep inside of you, head pressed snugly to your cervix, his voice a peculiar mix of fond condescension. his reprimands almost come out as coos, almost come out as praises, as if he’s proud, as if he finds it all so fucking cute, because as much as he wishes he didn’t, he enjoys this sick little game just as much as you do.
he calls you his spoiled little brat, his snobby little slut, his bratty little bitch as he pounds into you, thrusts so hard they send his heavy desk skidding across the floorboards, each ram of his hips shoving it another inch or so forward, wood scraping against wood.
he spits curses about how you’re so fucking pampered, how Daddy gives you too fucking much, is too fucking lenient with you, and now, what? you think you’re the boss all of a sudden? and oh, Daddy guesses he’ll just have to put you back in your place, remind you of who’s truly in charge, even though he knows his bad little girl will have slipped from her ‘proper place’ by morning time—an inevitable outcome, just like you always do, just like he always lets you, just like he always looks forward to.
and he’s so big, his cock is so big, it routinely rips you apart no matter how much you’ve been prepped, and he just loves watching you take it, either down your throat or in your cunt, stuffing your orifices fucking full of him, until you’re bulging and gorging on him, and then he fucks himself into you some more <3 by the end you’re oozing with him—his cum and his sweat and his spit, a whole mess of Daddy, a masterpiece.
and even though he knows he shouldn’t play favourites, knows it’s wrong and unfair and essentially goes against everything the hideaway is supposed to be, he just can’t help but get this rush of arrogant pride anytime you dote on him, just can’t help but mollify under your requests and demands, always dripping like syrup from the prettiest pout, smooth and sweet and slathered all over him. but everything you do is harmless anyway—it isn’t like you’re hurting anyone by being a brat, so what’s the big deal?
so what if you prance around in those silly, slutty lil milkmaid dresses he buys for you—the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered decent, the edges of your fluffy petticoat just barely visible from beneath layers of linen, the lacy trim of the pretty panties he always gives you (after he ruins yet another pair) teasingly peeking out from under the fluffy frills when you bend over?
so what if you get a little bossy in the name of your Daddy, voice ringing with the slightest implicit threats—a saccharine lil warning sewn into your words, ghosts of my Daddy will...! haunting each sentence—when the other bearers don’t do what you want?
so what if you don’t exactly do anything, your job nothing more than to sit there and look pretty, Daddy’s perfect little trophy wife, ready to serve him whenever he needs it, wherever he wants it, however he wants it?
so what if your room sits empty and abandoned, reduced to nothing more than storage for the outrageous amount of dresses your Daddy gifts you, while you live it up and lounge around in his quarters?
what’s it all matter? it’s just a bit of innocuous fun, isn’t it?
any sparks of guilt are immediately snuffed out as he sinks into your cunt or rams down your throat at the end of each day, silenced by your gentle lips pressing soft kisses to his slit, or your cute tongue wrapping around his shaft, or your precious little gags and sobs and coughs as he spurts load after load of thick, hot cum down your throat.
because the way you look up at him, the way you admire him so much, makes him feel like king of the fucking world, your love and adoration rushing through his veins like a potent drug, endlessly reinvigorating him—and that, well, that makes it all worth it, sin and culpability and remorse instantly erased from his mind.
and oh, god help them all when he puts a fucking baby in you.
#cidolfus telamon x reader#cidolfus telamon x you#cidolfus telamon smut#losing my mind for this man lately i swear to god#inky.cid#inky.bb#clari gets mail#final fantasy#final fantasy xvi#final fantasy 16#final fantasy smut#final fantasy xvi smut#ffxvi smut
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Can I ask one where the reader and Taemin were a couple, broke up and then decided to be friends , but Tae realized he can’t, bc he developed feelings for her again… thanks
“Tae, hurry up! I am starving!”
Your ex-boyfriend hurried up the stairs, your favorite take-out in his hands. “Jesus, y/n, you’re no fun when you’re hungry”, he mocked in a playful tone.
“Yeah, yeah”, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the bag of food.
It was a typical Friday night for you – after getting home from work, taking off your make up and switching into comfy PJs, you always ordered your favorite Chinese take out and ate it together with Taemin.
Years ago, this used to be normal since you were dating him. But now?
“Look at us. Who would have thought that we were better off as friends?”, you cheered happily.
He felt a punch to his stomach. Friends. Taemin was the one who broke your heart about a year ago because he couldn’t handle the intensity of your love anymore. It tore you apart while he seemed to be pretty chill about it. At least that’s what you had thought. He went on vacations, worked on new projects, and even dated around while you were crying your eyes out, ditching your friends and wondered if you could die from heartbreak.
You didn’t notice his changed saddened features and kept on explaining. “You know, back then when you broke up with me? That was the most horrific event in my life. I didn’t know how to be on my own anymore. We’ve been dating for so long, I just got used to being yours. And when you left me, it was hard. Oh, can you pass me the soy sauce?”
Taemin passed you the sauce without saying a word. He hated himself for what he did back then. He was immature and foolish and thought breaking up with you would be for the best. But it was not.
He was just as heartbroken and felt guilty for fucking up the best thing he had ever had in his life. Masking that feeling with vacations, work and other women only did so much.
“But”, you chewed contently on your spring roll, “I got over it and I managed to find a way to stay friends with you. I’m happy now.”
Happy. He was glad that you felt that way, after all he always wanted to see you succeed. But it tore him apart to be excluded from your happiness, at least in the romantical sense.
“Hey, I just read an article last night. It asked what you would do if you knew that you only had one year left to live. What would you do, y/n?”
This question caught you by surprise. That’s what you loved about him – you could goof around but talk about important, deep stuff as well. Taemin always wanted to know what you were thinking, what you liked and what made you, you.
“Can you pass me another beer while I think about it?”
He handed you another bottle and shied away at the touch of your fingers. Luckily, you didn’t notice his cheeks redden.
“Okay. I think I would quit my job and go on vacations for a while. You know all those places on my vision board from back then? I would take all my money and spend it on first class flights, luxurious hotels and once in a lifetime experiences. Oh, and I would take my friends and family with me, so I could share my joy with them.”
Taemin nodded contently. Typical, you always loved to travel, and you always cared for the people in your life.
“Oh, I would call all the people that did me wrong and I would tell them exactly what I think of them. Unhinged. Like the dick that blocked me after he fucked me? Or the mean girls in middle school that bullied me? Or my boss who scolded me for the mistakes of others? Yeah, I’d let them have a piece of my mind. For sure.”
You giggled happily, proud to finally get your vendetta. Taemin watched you and smiled. He always loved your savage side, but you rarely let it come out. He had no idea that all those experiences still lingered in your heart, but he was glad that you were ready to let go of them.
“And, if I only had one year left to live, I’d hope I’d be happy, you know? Knowing that you’re about to die is scary, so I wouldn’t want to ruminate over that. Instead, I would like to count my blessings and live each day as best as I could.”
You took another sip of your beer. Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you once, he was glued to you. “Why are you looking at me like that? Tae?”
He snapped back to reality and apologized. “Sorry, y/n, I just got lost in my thoughts.”
You clanked your bottle with his and nodded approvingly. “I get it. It’s a tough question after all. So, tell me, what would you do?”
He took a deep breath before answering. Courage was all he needed right now, and he tried his best to gather all of it. Taemin scooched closer to you.
“I would do this”, he said and leaned in for a kiss.
His lips were still as soft as ever, even the touch of his kiss felt familiar. Your head was spinning, your body felt dizzy.
Taemin leaned back and spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Y/N, if I had only one year left, I would tell you how I honestly feel about you. Or rather about us. I made the biggest mistake when I broke up with you back then. I hated myself for it, still do. The truth is, I am in love with you. Always have been, always will be.”
Taemin could hear your heart pounding heavily and hoped that was a good sign. You looked flustered, which he didn’t mind. In fact, you were always the most beautiful in his eyes. Your eyes were glistening, intensely focused on his. Was that a good sign? Was there still a chance left for your love?
“Y/N?”
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Somebody's Watching Me | Bucky Barnes x Reader
Hi, friends! Fun fact: I was being lightly stalked at work when I first started my job at the gym! So this story is like, mostly true, unfortunately. The guy didn't commit any acts of violence against me, but it was absolutely creepy and weird and uncomfortable and he said the most unhinged shit.
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Warnings: stalking, reader injury, blood, creepy men
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The loud thud of your bag hitting the floor signaled to Bucky that you were home. He raced from the bedroom to the front door, happy as ever to see his best girl. But his smile drooped when he found you leaning against the door, knocking your head against it over and over again.
“Hey…bad day?” He snuck a hand behind your head, cushioning your skull from the hard surface. “No, I’m just annoyed. That weird guy came back and I spent the last hour of my shift listening to him ramble”, you leaned against Bucky’s body, a sigh of relief pushing past your lips.
Unfortunately, Bucky had to ask which weird guy you were referencing, seeing as an abundance of creepy men liked to bother you at work. “The weirdest one- the guy who talked to me for over an hour on Monday about how he’s a ‘super-genius’ and ‘vibrates on a really high level’”- you rolled your eyes at the words.
The same guy had been hounding you ever since you started your new job at the gym. He loved to talk your ear off whenever he could about the strangest things imaginable. Nothing that came out of his mouth was believable in the slightest, and much of what he said signaled massive red flags to Bucky.
“Oh, the guy who comes to the gym in jeans and doesn’t even work out?” Bucky huffed, “the one who’s stalking you?” Bucky didn’t even know the guy, but already hated him. No matter how many times you said the strange man was “harmless” and “just eccentric”, Bucky disagreed. The entire situation stirred an uneasy feeling in his gut that he simply couldn’t shake.
“I mean, he just shows up at the gym to talk to you- you said he came in four times on Saturday without ever working out. He’s just there to get near you”.
Every single coworker of yours knew about the weird guy who shadowed you. They’d even taken to texting you a warning when he arrived. Everyone tried to run defense and keep him as far from you as possible, but he somehow managed to slip through the cracks.
“It’s fine, Buck. My boss knows, the manager knows… They won’t step in until-” you cleared your throat, “um, until things become ‘sexual or violent in nature’”.
This threw Bucky into a rage- just like you knew it would. He gently pulled your face from his chest and took your cheeks in his large hands, looking down at you with an expression you’d never seen before. A sharp anger burned behind his eyes, but anxiety twisted his features into a terrified mask, “Until?” You nodded. “So your manager wants to wait until this guy touches you?” You nodded again.
“Did you tell them that we switched cars because he knows what you drive and waited at your car for you every day last week? That I make you carry a knife on you in case?” And for a third time, you nodded.
“They said I’m making too much out of it…and they’re right, honestly-” You stared down at your hands, digging your nails into your cuticles like you always did when stressed. Once again, Bucky took your face in his hands and angled your gaze upwards to meet his, “you’re not making too much of it- this guy asked you to write his manifesto! You know who writes manifestos? Serial killers”, Bucky’s hands left your face and raked sharply through his hair, “I mean, this guy is completely unhinged”.
“Other people write manifestos, too, Buck-”
“Yeah, but it’s usually serial killers…” Bucky felt helpless. He’d wanted to drive you to and from work when the strange man started showing up, but you wouldn’t let him. You didn’t want to give up your sense of independence just because a weirdo frequented your workplace, and Bucky respected that- but he hated how casually you treated the situation. You tried to assuage Bucky’s anxieties time and time again, telling him that this strange man was “barely” taller than you and that you “could totally kick his ass if need be”- but Bucky didn’t want there to be a need.
Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you, wishing he never had to let go. “I just worry about you, sweets. Guys like this- if they feel slighted even a little bit, they fly off the handle…” You knew Bucky was right, but you couldn’t let the creep win; you weren’t going to hide out and let some random guy ruin your new job.
“You don’t have to worry about me. I know this guy is odd, but he doesn’t seem like the type to get violent.”
Bucky wanted to argue. He wanted to tell you just how dark this all seemed to him, how scary this man appeared, but he knew you wouldn’t listen. If he had his way, Bucky would’ve kept you home from work every day until this guy was investigated- but he didn’t want to smother you. Against his instincts, Bucky dropped the subject and escorted you to the kitchen for a well-deserved glass of wine.
“Oh my godddd”, you groaned as you slipped through the front door the following day, “you would not believe what this dude said to me today”.
“The super genius?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, god- okay,” Bucky quickly sat in a dining room chair, bracing himself for your story, “I’m ready”. With a few quick strides, you arrived in front of Bucky and climbed into his lap, “alright, prepare yourself. This dude said that he’s Jesus’s COUSIN, and that Jesus delivered the Ten Commandments to him telepathically when he was a kid”.
Bucky just stared at you with a blank expression, disbelief preventing him from forming a coherent sentence. “He said he’s a ‘3D embodiment of an angel’ and that we as people are fighting ‘several intergalactic wars within our own beings’. Oh, and he’s apparently writing the ’Final Testament’”.
Bucky’s calm, collected façade shattered all at once, “What? I don’t- I don’t even know what to say. How did you respond?”
“I just nodded along until one of my coworkers rescued me. Cause if I laugh in his face, that would be considered ‘rude’ and not ‘on brand for the company’”.
Bucky shut his eyes and pinched at the bridge of his nose, replaying everything you’d just told him on an endless loop. “Doll. This guy is nuts- he shouldn’t be allowed to be near you…” His eyes snapped open suddenly, his gaze overflowing with concern, “Wait- they’re more worried about you being ‘on brand’ than they are about your safety?” You shrugged. Your boss and the general manager told you to keep the company mission statement in mind above all else, even in the face of sheer madness.
“My boss called me dramatic when I told him about it- he said dealing with ‘oddballs’ is part of the job. And I guess…” you fell quiet for a moment, listening to your boss’s words echo through your mind.
“I guess he’s right. I mean, does this guy make me uncomfortable? Yes. Do I hide from him if I see him coming? Also yes. But I’m probably making a mountain out of a molehill here”. The light chuckle you used to punctuate your sentence did nothing to lighten Bucky’s mood. He’d felt off about this strange man from the moment you first spoke about him, and things only seemed to get worse.
“Nu-uh, don’t do that”, Bucky’s tone grew firm, “Didn’t you say he actively searches you out? That he wanted to know your schedule? And even asks your coworkers where you are?” Your small nod broke Bucky’s heart and filled the cracks with anxiety. Just the thought of someone stalking you, following you around or lurking behind you in the parking lot made his stomach turn.
“His membership needs to be cancelled- or you need to stay home until someone talks to him-”
“Buck, I’m not gonna stay home! It’s fine!”
“It’s not fine, doll. Something is wrong with this guy- he’s obsessed with you…”
You threw Bucky an overly casual shrug, “I’m not scared of him-”
“Well I’m scared enough for the both of us, baby. This is not okay.”
“I mean, it’s not ideal, but it happens. I’m not gonna stay home from work just because this dude has a weird vibe-“
“Why are you always so keen on flirting with danger, doll? This guy doesn’t just have a ‘weird vibe’, he’s stalking you. You make me promise not to take any unnecessary risks when I go on a mission, and I need you to do the same.” Bucky felt himself getting overwhelmed, swallowed whole by the fear of losing you. His heart pounded in his ears and a thin layer of sweat beaded across his forehead. He needed you to understand.
“Can you- can you please just put yourself first for once? You’re always worrying about everybody else while downplaying your own problems- but this is serious. You’re in danger. ”
The two of you stared at each other, a thick fog of tension weighing down the air around you. Bucky’s pleading eyes betrayed his desperation, his deep-seeded need to keep you safe. He let loose a deep sigh, feeling suddenly guilty for almost chastising you.
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be overbearing or make you feel small. It’s just- something needs to be done about this. I know I worry too much, and that it probably gets on your nerves, but-” Bucky fell silent the instant your arms wound around him.
He stared down at you as you poured all your love into the gesture and returned it tenfold, encircling you in the safety of his body. “It doesn’t get on my nerves, Buck…” you whispered into the crook of his neck, “I know you just want me to be safe. I’ll talk to my boss tomorrow. Okay? I’ll tell him something needs to be done”.
A quiet ‘thank you’ fell from Bucky’s lips, paired with a deep sigh of relief. He knew it wouldn’t be the fix to your problem, but it was a step in the right direction.
Bucky’s phone rang the next afternoon, your name illuminating his screen, “Hey, doll. What’s up?”
“My boss talked to the guy…”
“Oh, shit. What happened?”
“Basically, he told him that I said I was uncomfortable and that he needs to leave me alone”.
“Wait- your boss told your stalker that you complained about him?” A quiet ‘mhmm’ was all you managed to say back. “Oh, great. Now he knows you’ve been talking about him- that’s perfect when dealing with an unstable individual”.
“And the worst part is that the guy showed up, ran into my boss immediately upon entering the building, they had their quick chat, and then he left”. An uneasiness settled into your bones as the reality of the situation washed over you.
“Hang on- so that means…” The same sensation rendered Bucky nauseous as he put the puzzle pieces together, “that means he really was just there for you. Once your boss told him to leave you alone, he had no reason to be there”.
“Exactly”, a shiver ran down your spine despite the warm humidity of your hiding place in the women’s locker room. “I don’t know, maybe this is the end. Maybe he’ll finally stop creeping on me…” The manufactured optimism in your voice wasn’t enough to convince Bucky- he knew you too well. He begged you to come home- to leave work and take the rest of the day off, but you knew that wasn’t an option.
“I can’t just leave, Buck, I have clients all afternoon. Plus, I bet I’m overthinking this- it’s totally fine,” you took a deep breath, “I’m gonna go back to work and just focus on doing my job. I’ll be home at normal time. Okay? I love you”. Bucky told you he loved you more- just as he always did- and hung up against his better judgement. The gnawing feeling in his gut refused to relax, the sharp anxiety eating him alive for the remainder of the afternoon. He knew he wouldn’t feel better until you returned home safely that evening, and he assured himself you’d do just that.
But he was wrong.
Usually, you arrived home at 6:00 every evening, almost to the second. Traffic sometimes slowed you down, but nothing ever prevented you from returning past 6:15. But 6:00 came and went, followed by 6:15. Bucky told himself not to call you, but as 6:30 crept closer, he reached for his phone. Just as he moved to dial your number, an unfamiliar number illuminated his screen.
“Um, hello?”
“Hey, hi- is this Bucky?” an unfamiliar voice asked. Bucky confirmed that he was , indeed, Bucky Barnes, much to the stranger’s relief. “Oh, good. Okay. Hi, I’m Jodi, I work at the gym with your girlfriend. You’re listed as her emergency contact, and-”
Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat, “what happened?” He abandoned the dishes he’d been doing and found his boots, slipping them on while your coworker gave him the details. “I’m not sure if you know about the man who’s been giving her trouble?”
“What did he do?”
“He was waiting for her in the parking lot when she tried to leave… another employee found her as the guy got away. We called 911 and they’re coming-”
“Is she okay?”
Jodi’s voice shook ever so slightly, “um, she’s bleeding. Kinda coming in and out of consciousness…”
Bucky snatched his keys from the kitchen counter and made a dash for the front door, anxiety and dread throwing him into overdrive. “I’ll be there in ten minutes, tell her that I-”
“The ambulance just got here. Don’t come here or you’ll have missed them completely, just meet her at the hospital- I’ll text you which one”.
“Fine, just- just tell her I’m coming okay? Tell her I’ll be there.”
Your coworker gave a quick ‘okay’ before the line went dead.
Bucky knew almost nothing about your condition. All he knew was that you were hurt, and he needed to get to you as soon as he possibly could. The text from Jodi said you were being taken to a hospital almost half an hour from the apartment, but Bucky turned it into a fifteen-minute sprint. Once inside, he rushed his way to the reception desk looking like a mad man, his eyes wide with fear.
“Hey- hi. I need to find my girlfriend- she was brought in by ambulance. I need to see her-” The nurse behind the desk asked for your name and typed it into the computer- much slower than Bucky would’ve liked. The out-of-date system took its sweet time locating your information, and Bucky found himself almost coming apart at the seams. After what seemed like an eternity, your name popped up on the screen.
“Okay, it says here…she’s been checked in”, the nurse looked up at Bucky, a polite smile on her face. He stared at her expectantly, waiting for insight on your condition or which treatment room they’d assigned you, but received nothing of the sort.
“Okay- where is she? Is she okay?” Bucky blurted out after a long moment. But the nurse could answer neither of his questions.
“It says here that she was attacked by her stalker. How do I know you’re not the man who hurt her?” the nursed eyed him up at down, suspicion pulling her brows together. While grateful that this woman wanted to keep you safe, Bucky knew he was about to lose his mind. He ripped his phone from his pocket and pulled up your Instagram, nearly shoving it in the woman’s face. “We’re together, I swear. Look-” he pulled up a picture from just a few days earlier, “See? That’s her. That’s me. Okay?” The nurse narrowed her eyes at him once again, taking in the desperation in his voice and the slight shaking of his hand.
She grabbed the desk phone and made a quick call, speaking in a low voice that even Bucky couldn’t make out.
“Alright- you’re good. Room 16- go through those doors and to the left”. Bucky silently thanked whoever had given him the green light and frantically pushed through the double doors. A sense of relief flooded his body as he made his way toward your room, but sheer dread weighed him down just as he reached your door. He wasn’t sure what condition you were in, but knew without asking that this experience had traumatized you. He knew he needed to be there for you, to be your strong shoulder to cry on, to make you feel safe and protected- but emotion threatened to barrel through him.
He barely kept it together as he pulled on the door handle and entered your room. Tears stung his eyes and blurred his vision, but he swiped them away with his sleeve. He couldn’t let you see him upset, not when he knew you needed him. He hated seeing you in a hospital bed connected to IVs and beeping monitors. You looked so small- so fragile as you lay there before him. He immediately took note of the large wound on your forehead that a doctor had carefully stitched closed, as well as the dried blood that colored your hair and skin a sickly red. A large scrape adorned your cheek, no doubt from the rough surface of the parking lot. Light purple clouded around it, forming a bruise that Bucky knew would darken by the hour. A split lip rounded out the injuries to your face- the same face Bucky saw in a crowded coffee shop one-year earlier, changing his life forever.
But the bruises around your throat were what gutted him. Evidence of a large hand wrapping around your windpipe and constricting your airway left him breathless. The purples and blues colored your skin, painting a picture of what you’d endured. Bucky quietly pulled up a chair and sat next to your bed, taking one of your scraped hands in his. He held it carefully, almost as if you were made of glass, and waited for you to open your eyes.
He sat next to you for what felt like forever until a quiet groan slipped from your lips. “Baby…hey”, he stood from his chair and opted to take a seat on the edge of you bed, desperate to be as close to you as possible. He watched you blink a few times in an attempt to orient yourself in the strange space, but you came up empty.
“Ew, my mouth tastes like pennies-” you muttered, your voice hoarse. A sudden realization hit you like a truck- the taste was blood. “What, um…what’s going on?” A sharp pain set your throat alight as you spoke, prompting Bucky to reach for the water on your side table. He handed it carefully over to you and watched you take a few sips, wincing every time you swallowed.
“Okay, um…” Bucky didn’t know what to say. He replaced your water and took your hands in his, selecting his words carefully. “You were at work, sweetheart. And when you left, the guy who- the one who’s been following you, he…” Bucky let loose a deep sigh, “he was waiting for you, baby. He attacked you.”
Bucky watched horror slowly seep into your empty expression. All grogginess left your body as memories of your harrowing experience flooded back one right after another. His unsettling voice, his dead eyes. The way he threw you against your car, your spine aching as it made contact with the metal. His hand around your throat, your lungs burning with need for oxygen. The hard concrete smashing against your skull. And then- darkness. Nothing.
Your hands wound around Bucky’s arm, your grip growing tighter as your heartrate climbed. The loud beeps of your heart monitor grew ever closer together, alerting Bucky to your mounting panic. “Hey, hey- you’re okay. You’re safe.” Bucky tried to get you to calm down, but couldn’t ease the sharp, shallow breaths that took hold of you. The sound of your heart monitor alerted your nurse and she burst through the door, a syringe full of sedative in hand.
“You’re alright- I’m just gonna give you this, okay? It’s gonna help you calm down and you’re gonna go to sleep-”
“No, no, no. Please. Please don’t-” you shrunk into your pillow and dropped your face into your hands, hoping to disappear completely. “I can’t- I don’t want to sleep. Please don’t-” you begged, but the nurse was adamant. She made a beeline for your IV with every intention of sedating you, but Bucky threw her a warning glance. The softness he wore around you vanished completely as his eyes burned through her, flames of rage smoldering behind his icy blue irises.
“She doesn’t want it- it’s only going to make things worse”, he nearly growled, “just let me handle it”. Bucky knew scaring a nurse would probably send him to hell, but he figured he was already going- so he didn’t worry.
She exited the room with a distinct “hmph” and left Bucky to help you through your panic attack. He took your concrete-scraped hands gently in his, “baby, you’re okay. Look at me, focus right here. alright?” He pulled your concentration slowly from the deep uneasiness steadily rising in your chest and placed it on his kind eyes, easing your breathing to a normal pace. Something about Bucky had a calming effect on you; he was your safe harbor during even the roughest of storms.
“Thank you,” Your raspy voice croaked, “I don’t want to be sedated- I don’t feel comfortable going to sleep…” Bucky knew the feeling all too well, but unlike him, your fears didn’t stem from old memories that could no longer hurt you- your attacker was still out there.
“I just feel like he’s gonna- what if he comes here?” The mere thought of your stalker showing up at the hospital awoke a visceral fear inside you. Bucky noted the uptick in your heart monitor and launched into assurances, hoping to stave off your impending panic attack.
“He won’t. The nurse at the front desk barely let me back here. The staff knows what’s going on,” he assured you, but dread still filled your chest. “I have agents on the way here to stand guard outside your room- no one’s getting in here. And his information was readily available in your gym’s computer- I wouldn’t be surprised if the cops already showed up at his house”. Bucky searched your face for relief or maybe even a glimpse of a smile, but you weren’t convinced.
“And I’m gonna be right here. Okay? I’m not going anywhere,” he gently took your face in his hands and pressed a cautious kiss to your injured forehead. “I know how you feel- I’ve been there. I know you don’t want to go to sleep. But you’ve been through a lot today. You need to rest.” You eyed him with furrowed brows, your lower lip suddenly disappearing between your teeth. It was a nervous habit Bucky learned to recognize early in your relationship, and he kicked himself in the moment for not cautioning you against it.
“Ow- what the fuck?” you groaned as you recognized the warm, coppery taste of blood in your mouth. “It’s the split lip, baby. You gotta be careful”, he reached for a clean gauze pad and gently dabbed it against your lip, catching the blood before it could drip down your chin. It was obvious to him as he stared down at you that exhaustion had you in a stranglehold. The usual brightness in your eyes was nowhere to be found, and moving even a fraction of an inch took more effort than it should’ve.
“You can go to sleep, sweets. Get some rest, okay?” He stepped away from your bed to throw away your bloody gauze, but stopped in his tracks when he felt your hands secure around his arm.
“Don’t,” you begged, “please don’t leave”.
“Woah, it’s alright. I’m not leaving- I was just throwing this out,” he reclaimed his spot at your bedside, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise”. For the first time since you’d woken up, your cheeks took on a tinge of color. The pink hue of embarrassment colored your skin as you apologized for latching on to Bucky so fiercely, but he wouldn’t hear of it.
“You don’t have to be sorry- you can be scared, doll. I know you’re scared. But I’m staying right here. And I’m not letting you go back there till they find this guy”.
After a long moment, you gave Bucky a small nod. “Okay, yeah, I’ll- I’ll sleep. I’d just…” you fidgeted with your hands for a moment, “I’d just feel better if you laid with me”. Bucky stared at the small hospital bed and wondered how his hulking frame would fit on such a small mattress in general, let alone with another person. But he couldn’t say no to you.
“Of course, baby. Here, let me just,” he pulled off his boots and climbed into bed with you, careful not to pull on any of your IVs. His body curled around yours protectively, shielding you from anything or anyone who dared threaten you. “Is this comfortable?” he stared down at you, watching you nuzzle into his side.
“Very…” you breathed as exhaustion took over, “this is much better”. Just seconds before you succumbed to sleep, your eyes flew open. Bucky caught your nervous glance toward the door and took your chin gently between his fingers, angling your face toward his. “Look at me, doll. It’s okay. You’re safe, you can sleep. I’m here- I’ll always be here."
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Valentine's Day Bingo: Love Letter - Criminal!Joe (feat: Terry Bruno)
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Hitting Bingo Square - Love Letter
Criminal!Joe:
The Wolf - Joe meets his queen in an unexpected place.
Reward - Joe rewards you for your loyalty.
One More (NSFW) - Joe ruins you when you display your devotion.
Pictures of You (feat: Mike Duarte) - Mike discovers you’re alive.
Bleed - Joe learns the story behind your scars.
Use Me (NSFW) - Joe surrenders to you.
Red Flag - Terry thinks your a red flag in Joe’s operation.
Mi Amor - You decide to tell Joe how you feel.
Terry knows exactly what he’d doing when he gives you the letter that Joe has left his care.
Just in case, his boss had told him before his meeting with Duarte. If something happens to me, I need you to take her somewhere safe, you are the only person I trust to take care of her.
He doesn’t know what Joe’s written only that he’s meant to give it to you in the event of Joe’s death. It hasn’t happened yet but it’s only a matter of time. The word on the street is that Duarte’s out for The Wolf’s blood and Joe’s walking straight into his lair because the price is too high. He won’t give you up, you’re too important to him. Sometimes a King has to sacrifice himself for his Queen.
Mi amor, the letter reads. If this is how it ends, know that I love you more than life itself. Joe x
Your thumb traces over his blocky writing before you raise your eyes to meet Terry’s. You can’t let Joe do this. You’ve heard rumours about Mike’s brutality since your abduction, how unhinged he’d become. Your captors used to laugh about the people he was torturing to death in your name, the wrong people, people who knew nothing about what was happening to you. You know he’ll do worse to Joe, the man he thinks stole you away.
“Take me to them.” You request as you reach for your long black woollen coat. “I need to talk to them both.”
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I have been feeling in the mood for rewatching something very melo and old-school and of all possible dramas, the one that comes to mind is delightfully melo 2004 kdrama Say You Love Me with very young Kim Rae Won. 15 eps of deliciousness. The plot is take Dangerous Liasons but make it wholesome ie the best thing ever.
Kim Rae Won and Yoon So Yi are a pure and unworldly couple brought up by Buddhist monks who consider holding hands the height of sexual ecstasy. Alas, they end up in the Big City of Sin and things are about to go pear-shaped as they meet Yina, who the drama tries to claim is more complex than what she really is - a batshit secondary girl so beloved by old kdramas and yours truly. She becomes KRW's boss but does not like seeing all that pure and happy love so she asks her hot friend with benefits to seduce the girl while she decides to work on Kim Rae Won. Honestly, I watched this over a decade ago, so all I remember is monks, KRW's cheeks, happy ending with bicycles and the below scene where Lady Cougar finally gets her claws into Buddhist Virgin. (@aysekira is now groaning because I shared it with her earlier.)
So, our pure as the driven (or more aptly never driven) snow KRW brings his drunk boss to her house.
He: OK, I brought my supposedly drunk boss home, can I go now to dream of butterflies and puppies?
She: I have Kim Rae Won in my house! In other words, not so fast, buster! I know the lighting is arthouse but this drama ain't!
He: OK, I really need to go home, my equally virginal gf is coming back in the morning! Maybe she will let me get to the second base, I must be ready.
She: I can talk or take my top off. It's a kdrama, so I'll talk.
Does she mean she is into bdsm? Well, at least she is being honest, even if he doesn't seem to be happy with it.
At this point, even almost a monk dude is realizing something is way off and trying to steer it into safer channels.
Seriously, adorable! I want to pinch his cheeks! So does she, even if it's a different set of cheeks.
God, I miss the craziness of old school secondary girls. They were so unhinged and glorious! Also, clearly there was no sexual harassment and hostile environment claims in old timey kdrama Korea because she's not just any cougar, she's his boss! (If you ask me what job monk educated dude of monkishess could possibly, I will frankly admit that I do not remember, and cannot honestly imagine.)
We have all so been there with truly awkward convos with insane people.
OK, I laughed. She literally pounces on him from behind like a demented bear. Btw, the fact that they are wearing about 17 layers of clothing makes it even more surreal. Between them they are exposing about three inches of skin total and that includes the noses.
Meanwhile, in case we don't get the irony, his Pure Girlfriend is gazing lovingly at his necklace and thinking 'I love my boyfriend because he'd never give up the jewel he promised to Jesus Buddha to anyone but me. Certainly not the sleazy boss lady who must have more STDs than James Bond'
Meanwhile, at the Den of Sin, Buddhist Virgin tries to extricate himself. However, he is surprisingly non-efficient for a man who's a foot taller and a good 100lb heavier. Even if his Buddhist principles prohibit punching her in the kisser, surely he can shove her or something. Or just fall backward on top of her and smoosh her.
And then she goes for the kill. I note that despite his clenching his fist in emotional agony, soon he's macking on her quite thoroughly with his mouth. That is what happens when you get abstinence only education and never enjoy yourself despite healthy libido. Your poor hormones probably go "quick quick before his beliefs suppress us again, this is our only chance!"
Birds and bees indeed! (Also, I see where your hands are, buster. They are around Ms. Cougar!)
(I half expected it to be a rose and for it to wilt or at least a petal to fall off, iykyk)
In the morning after, she is enjoying her beauty sleep and he's understandably freaking out. (Sinfully, he is now down to mere two layers of clothing and secondary girl, to show her sluttiness, is down to merely one!)
OK, I like to make fun but I do genuinely feel bad for the kid especially since I am much much older than I was when I first watch this drama and I just want to cut crusts off his sandwiches, tell him to avoid strange women and carry mace or something.
He bolts from her touch and she is genuinely surprised. I am not sure why as he's a devout dude with a serious girlfriend; if she wanted a more pleasant end to her night, she should have dragged in a character played by Jang Ki Yong, who's sort of made a niche for a younger hunk rejoicing in casually being banged by older ladies. (If you want to feel really old, Jang Ki Yong was 11 when this drama came out. You are welcome.)
If you think this face means realized this was a dumb choice and unlikely to lead to anything good, you are not familiar with old time kdramas. I genuinely do not get her obsession because sure KRW is cute as hell but the sex couldn't have been much good and he generally treats her as a leper.
His gf comes home but he doesn't meet her because he is too dirty and unworthy to see her!
And then they talked it out and worked it out.
Ha!!!! This is a 15 ep drama, we are only getting started baby!
So yeah, watch me rewatch this insanity.
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