#To any store employees that might follow me

[blackpearlblast]

PSA: if you have a counter that is low enough that a wheelchair user would be able to use it (already rare) DON'T cover the front of the counter with hangers for cute little keychains. I can't pull my wheelchair up to the counter without impaling my legs. thank you.

[ms-demeanor]

This is regarding your post involving making friends. I have had a spectacular amount of failures in meetup groups, particularly involving men from multiple meetup groups trying to take advantage of me or using me. In addition to that, the other members of the groups tend are often quite rude. Also, many meetups in my area tend to fall into one of the following categories: professional seminar, mommy & me, or the other members are double my age or older. What would you advise?

Volunteering - find something you care about and see if there is a local volunteer opportunity; you might want to look into food banks or mutual aid projects.

Crafting - this will likely be an older crew, but making friends with older people is cool honestly.

Sports - see if there's a kickball league or some other variety of low-key sport that you can sign up for.

Get super into the local music scene. Go to bar shows, go to basement shows, go to backyard shows. If you go to places where they have local music and hang out a bunch you will get to know local music people eventually, which includes both people in bands and people interested in bands.

Become a regular at your local library. Go once a week at the same time of day and you'll start to get to know people.

Become a regular at something else local. If you go to the same coffee shop three times a week for a few months and are polite to the employees you will probably eventually have friends among the people there; even if you do this by walking around the neighborhood park at the same time of day you will start getting to know the park regulars people love habits and if you can become a chill part of their daily scenery they will eventually want to investigate further.

Start your own club of some kind. Maybe start a book club for a particular genre of book that you like, or start a movie group where you meet up to see a movie together twice a month. You can post things like this on meetup websites or facebook, but you can also make fliers to put up in places that you think people you might find interesting would hang out.

Join a gym and go regularly. Sometimes a random person you see all the time in a gym can go from being a reliable on-the-spot spotter to a good friend.

Take a class locally. See if your town has a community center that offers cooking classes or computer classes or any kind of classes even things you already know. I keep making jokes about improv but improv people are great; see if you can take an impov class. See if your local music store offers music classes (I made weirdly good friends with the folks at the music store where I took vocal lessons; this was a pleasant surprise!)

When you try any of these places make friendly smalltalk with the people you encounter and express interest in them. If you are speaking to employees, make sure you're giving them lots of conversational outs because attempting to befriend people who are working can feel like you're cornering them, I'd actually say don't try to befriend the employees at a business unless you go there and they attempt to befriend you, however as someone who worked in coffee shops for ten years if someone randomly started showing up for six hours a week I would almost certainly have gotten to a friendly shoot-the-shit level with them within a month; if you go out among people who are sociable and are around them enough sometimes the sociable people go "aha! new friend sighted!" and do the hard work for you, but you do have to go to places to let yourself be found by the sociable ones.)

I do not, generally speaking, use meetup groups as a generic thing as much as I look into what groups exist locally that I am interested in. If a local game store is running a weekly Magic tournament, that's a better place to meet people in my opinion than a one-time bowling event.

[littlereddream]

ok so that zombie apocalypse au with jason was absolutely insanely amazing. i love how you wrote the rationale behind staying with him. would you ever consider writing more on the time jason kisses reader the first time (the one after they’d been attacked by a horde? if not, totally fine! have a cool day

Thank you!! So glad you asked because I’ve been wanting to write more about this au lol

This fully escaped me and ended up being longer than the original. Included is the missing scene from Jason kissing the reader for the first time and (I know you didn’t ask for this but I can’t help myself) their second kiss.

Enjoy!

(The original)

Under Heavy Rot

Missing scenes

Zombie apocalypse au typical gore (though more than Under Heavy Rot), gn reader

It was like digging for iron and finding gold instead. The corner store, such a short walk away from Jason’s house, was like a piece of trapped, untapped history. Every shelf was untouched, fully stocked as if the employees had made it their very last duty to fill up the space with supplies.

It’s not all perfect, of course. All of the dairy products are well past their expiration date, leaving you to grab powdered milk instead. The power’s out, and likely has been since the very beginning of it all, so most of the refrigerated or frozen products are out of the question.

Still, candy bars and canned food are nothing to scoff at.

After confirming that you’ve busied yourself with shoving non perishables into your backpack, Jason goes off to secure the store’s outside.

It doesn’t take long to fill up your backpack, and you zip it shut before slinging it over your shoulders. At that point, you almost leave. You’ve done what you and Jason came to do, so what’s left?

Just exploring the chance that the store might have a bag of those chips you used to love. Jason’s not around to lecture you for taking unnecessary risks, so you make your way over to the back. You’ll take your chances.

Every little movement has the old tile creaking under your feet, until one step prompts a quiet splash. Your gaze flicks down to your shoe, finding a puddle of sticky, nearly black blood. It sticks to the bottom of your boot when you raise it, thick and gooey.

Your hand flies to your knife, drawing it out of its sheath. Walker blood. It’s too coagulated to be anything else, too dark to be from anything other than the dead. The puddle smears forward, creating a trail through the aisle before turning past your view into the next.

Slowly, weapon raised, you move forward to follow the bloody path. You hardly make it two steps until a shrill snarl is your only warning before a hand grabs your shoulder.

You whirl around, knife angled to slash, but the blade can only uselessly cut across the walker’s chest. There’s no reaction from it, entirely undeterred from your attempt. You step back, distancing yourself as best you can while trying to form a plan. It’s just one. You’ve taken down countless walkers before, why’s this any different?

Another groan, this time from right behind you. You look back and, fuck, there’s two, blocking the other end of the aisle. Okay. Sacrifices, sacrifices.

Turning back to the one, you grip your knife tight and rush forward at it’s feet, diving between it’s legs to get behind before twisting around to slash the back of it’s knees. The action costs you your knife, getting stuck in the flesh mid movement, but it’s fine. It’s enough to buy you time, let you find out where you’d gotten yourself.

To the very back, with three walkers gaining on you and a singular clear path to the exit the next aisle over. You don’t make it. They’re faster than you’d predicted, recovering too quickly for your plan to fall into any sort of action. Too close, too close.

The two steps back you do take have your shoulders pressing into a shelf, securing your fate.

Or not. You could’ve sworn that the walkers in front of you didn’t have those holes in their head two seconds ago. They fall, one by one until they’re nothing but piles of previously reanimated flesh in front of you.

Behind them? Jason, slowly lowering his gun to rush over to you. His brows are knitted together, frown tight on his face, and you can only stare at him as his hands come up to cup both sides of your jaw. He tilts your face in his hands, checking you for injuries.

Jason repeats your name quietly, mumbled like he needs it to breathe. Like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

“Did you get bit? Scratched? What happened? I thought…” he trails off.

“I’m okay, Jay. They didn’t hurt me. You got them,” you reassure, hands coming up to rest over his.

He’s close, enough for you to see the sweaty glow of his skin, the scuffs of dirt on his cheeks. You don’t think there’s ever been anyone so beautiful.

“You’re okay,” Jason repeats, like he doesn’t quite believe it himself.

You nod, sweeping your thumbs in little circles over the back of his hands. Jason doesn’t waste another second. You aren’t ready for it, you don’t think he was either. Between one second and the next, he has his lips pressed to yours.

It’s soft, sweet in a way you wouldn’t have expected from the same man who almost killed you during your first meeting. Though maybe you shouldn’t be surprised. He’s also the same man who changed the bandages on your wound as if you’re broken glass, bound to shatter entirely if he pressed a little too hard.

He holds your face in his hands like the world around you doesn’t exist. There aren’t dead walkers sprawled around your feet. You aren’t standing in a crappy, abandoned corner store. This isn’t about to end the second he pulls away.

But it does, and the second his lips leave yours, the real world falls back into place. You don’t think you’ve ever hated it more.

Jason breaks it abruptly, but doesn’t fully pull away. His forehead remains touching yours, eyes squeezed tight like he’s preparing himself to force his next words out.

“I’m sorry. It…you know. Adrenaline. It won’t happen again, promise.”

Jason’s hands drop down to his sides, and now even the warmth from your kiss is gone. The real world is cold, and all you can do is shiver.

But if he wants to pretend it was a mistake, then you’ll let him. At this point, you doubt there’s much you wouldn’t do for him.

The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water. You really, really don’t want to leave him. Judging by everything that’s happened, he doesn’t want you to either.

There’s nothing for you to say, not that he gives you any time to speak. He’s already grabbing more canned food to shove into his own backpack.

“I think we have everything. We’re probably good to head back. Need anything else?” He asks.

You need him to kiss you again.

“No. Let’s go.”

With a curt nod from him, you leave the corner store, your favorite chips forgotten.

Two weeks later, you learn that Jason Todd is a liar. A no good, handsome, filthy little liar. And sure, maybe it’s you that gave him the perfect grounds to break his promise, but still. A liar.

It’s not like you’re not grateful. If Jason hadn’t gone back on his promise, then you wouldn’t be sandwiched between him and the kitchen counter.

You’d gotten tired of watching him look away anytime you caught him staring, of seeing how he’d never allow himself to touch you for more than a second when pulling you out of danger.

Your exhaustion, well paired with the event of him wearing his stupidly fitting leather jacket around you, was the perfect recipe for you to damn the consequences and just kiss him.

You’d started with so much confidence. You thought you understood what he kissed like, thought you’d be the one to overwhelm him when you grabbed him by the collars of his jacket.

“I really want to kiss you right now. Can I?” You’d whispered, like you’d disturb the air around you if you were just that little bit louder.

He’d nodded stupidly, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

You’d overwhelm him, you’d thought.

You’ve never been so wrong.

Within seconds of your lips meeting his, Jason doesn’t waste another moment before backing you up into the counter. This Jason is different than the one from the corner store, who was so sweet and gentle. This Jason kisses like he’s trying to steal the air from inside your lungs, more starved than the dead outside.

Your brain feels blank, all confidence gone along with any memory of what to do while kissing somebody. He doesn’t even give you a second to think, broad hands squeezing your hips like you’d even try to move away. What the hell, what the hell.

Jason pulls away to give you a total of two seconds to breathe, then he’s back, bringing a hand up wrap around one of your wrists, still resting on his chest. What is he- oh. With his hand guiding one of your arms to wrap around his neck, you manage to have just enough brain capacity left to bring the other arm up too.

You aren’t sure how long you kiss. What you do know is that even after your lips part for the final time, the real world isn’t even close to coming back. Your brain’s too fuzzy, head resting against his chest while his arms wrap around your waist, slowly swaying the both of you to a melody that only he knows.

You know that if you look up now, you’ll see the wide smile that he hasn’t been able to force down since you’ve stopped kissing, despite his best efforts.

Leaving. Right. As if. As far as you were concerned, the only way either of you would ever leave is with the other following right behind.

And it’s perfect.

[morosluvbug]

let me take care of you - haikyuu characters

ft. kita, osamu, bokuto

⊹ genre - sugary fluff hcs

⊹ gender neutral reader

⊹ synopsis - reader is sick ohhh noo

⊹ A/N - period cramps are kicking my ass so im projecting my haikyuu faves taking care of me please help.

. shinsuke kita

"Your troubles are mine, let me take care of everything."

he is the best at taking care of you no contest, and knows exactly what to do and what your recovery timeline will look like.

he is a tiny bit scared of getting sick. the man has a routine he needs to follow and cannot allow himself to get sick!

still so attentive though, he will just be approaching with a mask. loves you too much to stay away!!

has tea constantly running, a meal schedule planned out, and will not let you leave the bed unless it is crucial to your health to go on walks to rebuild strength.

still has to attend to the rice farm!! but makes sure you are okay before he leaves and frequently checks in when he gets the chance.

very honest about the timeline of your recovery, especially if it's a nasty virus. but praises you so much, will constantly soothe your worries and tell you everything will be okay.

he just loves you so bad. he will soothe any muscle aches, prepare any cold/hot pads, do anything to make sure you are as happy as possible, and just wants to comfort you in any way he can.

runs you warm baths and will wash your hair and scrub you down, even going as far as helping you with your skincare (oh I need him). leaves you with his shirt since he will be gone most of the day.

will be giving you a sad puppy look when you're feeling particularly horrible. he just wants to take it all away :(

. osamu miya

"Give me your hand, we'll get through this together."

you tell him not to come near you, he still has a restaurant to run and can't afford to risk getting sick and serving people!

this man. he is not scared of getting sick. he definitely built his immune system through eating dirt with atsumu or something when they were little.

trust he will be glued to your side, he's the boss of Onigiri Miya! he's gonna take the time off and leave a detailed list of how to do everything for his employees, with his number left ONLY for emergencies.

if he does end up having to run to Onigiri Miya, he will be speed running getting down to the store, getting the issue solved, and running back home with anything you want as an apology.

you might be able to catch him on the phone with his mom while you're fading in and out of consciousness. he's trying his absolute best to treat your ailment :(

he will cook anything you want, tries to stick to a strict plan of soups and proteins but if you really want something specific he will fold automatically.

sits around and watches any movies or tv you want. he is so whipped he will run to get any sweets or takeout you want.

he will definitely call kita if he is really stressed about your health. he just wants the best for you and that comes before everything, even his pride.

not scared to kiss you or cuddle you, despite any protesting on your side of things to stay away.

he is so firm about you resting up as much as possible, this man will be sprinting down the hallway for anything as small as a cup of water.

overall, he makes the whole process really easy. will not allow any tears to be shed and wants his partner to be happy

. kotaro bokuto

"let me ease your worries, we'll beat this in no time! "

oh, poor bokuto. he has no idea what he's doing.

sad bokuto on the phone with akaashi and kiyoomi every five minutes. he loves you so bad but probably has 1) never had to take care of someone 2) has never had to take care of himself

if you live together at this point, he has anything that you've bought in the past. but if you're spending time at his place. oh, good luck!

he’s just a bit silly is all. knows nothing about medicine or foods you should be eating.

he is not scared of getting sick and DEFINITELY gets sick with you. but he isn't bothered at all, it does just mean more time with you after all.

he tries his best overall, will carry you everywhere (even when he gets sick) will try to cook and will entertain you as much as possible.

you might. have to sit with him in the kitchen while he cooks for you both. even if it's just him heating up canned soup and pouring it into a cup. please help him.

kisses you and holds you and and and

similar to osamu, he is wrapped around you the whole time, this man is glued to your side. he has molded himself to your very being. if you leave to go to the restroom he will be pouting. throwing a fit every time you leave.

he just tries to make you laugh and tries to comfort you :( capitalize on this moment because he spoils you so bad while you’re sick !! if you thought he spoiled you before oh no. he will be buying you any plushy he even thought you might like.

you want him to read for you? done. want your nails painted but are too weak? consider it done. want him to juggle random household objects for you? they might end up broken but he'll try.

overall: wants you to be happy. he’s so silly but so love-stricken that anything you want from him he will do.

reblogs notes and replies are appreciated!! <3

A/N. first fic in a long time hope you enjoyed my shitty hcs ^_^

[winchester-24]

Imagine being kidnapped and Sam coming to save you

It was always humans that threw you off. Monsters were consistent, they had signs, and you knew how they operated. Humans, on the other hand, were a wild card. They could change their motives, tactics, and scenery at any point.

You were in town buying things for dinner. You told Sam and Dean that you would make a homemade meal tonight, but you needed to go get the ingredients. You kissed your boyfriend Sam, waved bye to Dean, and told them you wouldn’t be gone for more than an hour and a half.

You were looking at the produce at this little market when you started to feel like you were being watched. You looked around but did not see anything out of the ordinary. You kept searching for the perfect tomatoes when you felt the eyes again. Something was wrong. You looked up, but everything looked the same. Until you noticed something weird. There were three ways to leave the market: by the checkout, the back door, and a side door. At each exit was a man of different build, around the same age, but all wearing the same baseball hat. Heads down, ‘looking’ at whatever was in front of them. You then realized that it was just you and those three men in the store; the cashier was nowhere in sight. You dropped the tomato you were holding and pretended to look at the other produce. You grab the pocketknife you keep in your back pocket and slide it up your sleeve, opening it and holding it against your hand. You discreetly assess which man would be easiest to get away from if you needed to. For all you know, you’re being paranoid. You then change your plan, take out your phone, and start texting Sam, saying he needs to come to the market.

“Now, why are you starting to text someone, love?” a mysterious voice says behind you. You quickly turn around, trying to hit send on the text, but accidentally calling Sam. The man knocks you out with a punch to the face and starts yelling at the other men to get you loaded up and back to the house. The whole time, Sam can hear and yell your name.

Sam’s P.O.V

I was looking up possible cases to go on when Y/N called me. I smiled and immediately picked it up.

“Hey baby, you,” I was cut short by hearing the phone clatter on the other end and a man yelling at others, telling them to put Y/N in a truck and head back to the house. I stood up.

“Y/N? Y/N!” I yell but do not get a response. Then, the phone call drops.

“Dean!” I yell, already grabbing my things. Dean comes running into the library.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think Y/N is in trouble, let go!” I say quickly, Dean following right behind me. We hurry into the Impala, and Dean slams on the gas.

“Where am I going?”

“The market, the one that Y/N always makes up stop at.” Dean presses on the gas harder as I start to bounce my leg. I pray to God, an angel, and anyone that she is okay. Dean gets up there in record time, and we see her truck as we pull up. I quickly leave the car and run into the store, calling for her. Nothing. I noticed that no one was there either. Shouldn’t there be a clerk? Dean comes up behind me.

“I get left. You get it, right?” He asks. I nod my head, our guns drawn. I round by the produce aisle and see her phone on the ground, broken as someone has stepped on it.

“Dean, I got something,” I call. Dean walks up to me and sees her phone.

“Well, that’s not good.” He mutters. My heart drops into my stomach, and I do not know how to start looking for her. I look around.

“Dean, shouldn’t someone be at the register?” I question. Dean looks around.

“Yeah, let's look around.” We split up again, trying to find out where else Y/N might have been taken.

“Sam!” I hear Dean yell. I turn and quickly return to the more excellent section where Dean stands and an employee is tied up. We quickly untie the poor guy and get him out of the cooler.

“What happened to you?” I asked, hoping he would give me any information on where Y/N was. The anxiety that the worst has already happened to her crawls up my stomach into my chest. The employee tells us that three men came into the market, they saw her, and the next thing he knew, two of them had him gagged and in the cooler, before he could even blink. They were fast and coordinated. Dean nods his head and turns to walk out of the market. I follow behind, seeing the overcast coming in. It’s going to rain soon.

“What are we thinking, demons?” Dean asks as we walk back to the Impala. I don’t answer, but I stop at her truck. My eyes start to gather tears as it sets in more and more that she is gone. Dean walks up beside me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

“We will find her, Sammy.” I nod and get in her truck to take it back to the bunker, and Dean follows in the impala. I let the tears fall the whole way back.

“I’m going to find you beautiful; just give me time,” I whisper to no one.

Your P.O.V

It’s been around two days since you were taken. You only know this by the judgment of the light coming through the little window in this rickety basement these people have you in. You have been cut, slapped, beaten on, and verbally assaulted by all three of the men who took you. You still don’t know much about them, but your hope of getting out of here is less and less every hour. There is no way for Sam to track you, have no way to figure out who took you, and these metal chains they have you restrained in aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

You hear the door to the upstairs open, and steps start coming down. You can’t help but let out a whimper. You wish you were back at the bunker with Sam and Dean. You and Sam could be cuddling on the couch, watching a movie that neither of you is paying attention to because you two are paying attention to each other instead. Dean can comment about how you two are gross and to get a room, to which Sam would respond by getting up and picking you up, causing you to laugh as Dean makes fake gagging noises as Sam leads you to your guys’ room.

Your little daydream is cut off by someone slapping your face hard. You cry out in pain and look up to see the smallest of the three guys looking at you.

“Today is a special day!” He says excitedly, breath smelling like he hasn’t brushed his teeth in years. He doesn’t wait for you to respond but keeps going. “Cousin Lance gets in today; he liked you yesterday with the pictures we sent, so he is going to come to take you!” Your eyes grow wide. You can’t leave Lebanon. The guy laughs and gets close to your face and strokes it. “It is a shame. I thought you were beautiful, and we would keep you longer.” You look at him and spit in his face. He stumbles back, not expecting you to do that.

“Ah, you bitch.” He says, punching you in the face. That’s going to leave a bruise. You hear the door open from upstairs again.

“Tanner, let's go!” You hear a voice yell, and Tanner kicks you in the stomach before leaving back up the stairs. When the door shuts, you start crying.

“Please, Sammy, hurry.” You say in between sobs.

Sam’s P.O.V

It’s been two days, and we are no closer to finding Y/N than two days ago. The library is destroyed, our room has things thrown everywhere, and I can't remember the last time I ate. I’m sitting at the table, trying to figure out where these men could have taken Y/N. The security tapes Dean returned to get from the market don’t show their faces, so it’s hard to look up anyone who would look alike. I slam my laptop shut and put my head in my hands. For all I know, she could be dead. Dean comes walking in.

“We need to get you out of here for a little while; maybe a break will give you the fresh eyes you need, and you need to eat.”

“I can’t eat right now, Dean,” I mumble, heading to the kitchen for another beer.

“Y/N would want you to,” Dean replies.

“Y/N not here right now, Dean! Because I can’t find her! I have no idea where she is, if she is okay, or if she is already gone!” I snap at him. Dean doesn’t get angry or upset. He looks at me with understanding.

“You are running on nothing; you need to put something in your system other than alcohol if you want to be able to rescue her when we find her,” Dean says. I sigh.

“Okay.” I follow him out to the Impala to the diner, which the three of us frequently visit.

When we get there, we slide into our usual booth. Dean and I start looking at the menu, and I already know what we are going to get when I casually look up.

“Dude,” I whisper to Dean. Dean looks up at me.

“Hm?”

“Those hats look familiar?” Dean turns around while I look back at my menu. Four guys are sitting at a table. Three of them have the same hats we saw on the security camera, and the fourth guy has a different hat. Dean turns back around.

“I knew food was a good idea.” I roll my eyes.

“Dude, shut up.” The guys are too far away to hear anything they say, but we can eat and watch them. When they get up from their table, I lightly kick Dean under the table. He stuffs what he can of his burger in his mouth and then drops a fifty on the table. We get up and stroll out to the parking lot. We hear them talking to one another.

“Just follow us. It's ten minutes from here. You can't miss the house; it has Papi’s old red tractor out front, " one of the guys says. Dean and I get into the Impala and wait for the group to leave before following them from a distance.

We are coming, baby girl; hold on.

Your P.O.V

You don’t know how long they were gone. You tried everything to get out of these chains, but nothing worked. You needed the key, but it’s across the room hanging up. They put it there to mock you—disgusting pigs. You cried out in frustration and from being exhausted. You don’t know the last time you ate or drank something, and the pain is starting to catch up to you as well. You hear doors start opening upstairs and wish you could pass out. Tears make their way down your face again as you begin to realize this might be it for you; out of everything you have fought, it’s damn humans that get you. You then start to hear commotion upstairs and yelling. You listen to feet pounding around the house but can't make anything out. Your vision begins to blur, and you lean your head back against the pole you’re chained up against. Then you start hallucinating.

" Y/N?! " You hear Sam yell. You let tears out, knowing that it can’t be real; your mind is just being cruel. You hear feet pounding down the stairs, and you cry more, not caring anymore who hears you. You are sobbing.

“Please, no more, don’t hurt me anymore.” You cry out. You feel the gentlest hand cup your face.

“Oh, baby, what did they do to you?” A voice says softly. You recognize that voice. You open your eyes as best as possible and see Sam leaning over you.

“Sammy?” You whimper out.

“I’m here, beautiful, I’m here.”  You relax and let out another tear.

“Thank God.” You whisper out. You hear Dean, and a few seconds later, the chain lets loose of your wrists. You feel Sam pick you up, and you cry in pain as he moves your body in a way your ribs don’t like.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” Sam says repeatedly. You were going to reply to him, but then darkness just overwhelmed you.

When you woke up, your head was pounding, you were sore all over, and you felt like you couldn’t move. You opened your eyes to see that you were in your old room before you started sleeping with Sam full-time. Your wrists were bandaged, along with your midsection, and places on your leg were bandaged up. Your left hand was occupied by the younger Winchester’s hand, leaning over your head, resting on your bed, fast asleep. You tried shifting a little bit but let out a little whimper of pain when you did. This woke Sam up with a start.

“Y/N, you’re awake!” He says, eyes lighting up.

“Water.” You croak out to him, throat dry as can be. He quickly grabs the water bottle from the nightstand and helps you drink some. You end up drinking half the bottle. He takes it from your lips, and you sigh, leaning your head back on the pillow. You look at Sam, and you smile.

“You saved me.” He looks at you sadly

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” You rub your thumb across the back of his hand.

“I’m just glad you found me.” He leans over and kisses your forehead.

“I’ll always find you beautiful.” He leans lower and kisses your lips. You lean as best into the kiss, enjoying the chance to kiss him again. He puts his hand up to your hair and strokes it as he tries to be gentle, not wanting to injure you further. He pulls away and looks at you with so much love.

“I love you so much, Y/N. You are never leaving my sight again.” He says.

“I love you too, Sam.”

[mxauthor]

Overshare

Summary: Y/n and Spencer spend the night together after a long case. Next day JJ and Penelope hear all about it. 

Word Count: 2,147

Warning: implied smut, teasing Spencer, Y/n being a chronic over sharer, smooth y/n at the end, heavily inspired by Taylor Swift Wildest Dreams

Heavy breathing and moaning filled the air. The couple had been reunited for 4 hours. 

First hour was Spencer watching Y/n work about within her bookstore. The store Dreamy Books was closing for the night at 11 o’clock. After Spencer had gotten back to the BAU and filled out as much paperwork as he could before he left to meet up with his girlfriend. 

He called her and was told to go home and that she’ll meet him there if he wanted, only for him to refuse and show up at the store anyways. Y/n greeted him anyways and continued to close down for the night, saying goodbye to her employees and reshelving any stray books. 

The next hour they went to get dinner and head home, Thai being one of the only things that sounded good. And once they reached home, the two of them had set up to eat. Spence went and showered and Y/n set up their plates. 

They spent another hour eating and catching up on TV or what they had been doing. Y/n was doing most of the talking since Spencer didn’t want to talk about his case, claiming that it was a bad one. 

She mainly talked about business and having a friend's date with Penny and Jen. Spencer listened intently, happy to be home with his Y/n. His gaze was loving and longing, the unsub’s victims had looked like Y/n. It didn’t help that he could only call her at night, so he would worry all day. Spencer’s smart mind loved to play tricks on him, making him think that all the women were her. 

Y/n had reached across the table, grabbed his hand. She saw the far away look in his eyes like he was lost within his head. “Honey? Are you there?” 

Her voice was sweet, loving, something that he was all too familiar with. He squeezed her hand, coming back to the present. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” Spencer responded, glad to have his rock with him. He tried to sound convincing but it didn’t work. Y/n had gotten up and walked towards him. 

Spencer followed her with his eyes, she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, making him hum in approval. He leaned into her touch, allowing Y/n to pull him into her. 

His sitting height makes him tall enough to have his head within her breast. Spence inhaled her scent, missing the sweet smell of her perfume. She knew that the case seemed to hit a little close to home. 

“As long as you’re out there taking down the bad guys, I’ll be safe.” Y/n reassured. Knowing particularly hard cases left him spaced. Away from reality, away from her. 

She tilted his head up, meeting each other’s gaze. Spencer’s gaze held love but now they held lust. Being away from his love made him want her even more. 

Y/n’s eyes mimicked his own. She leaned down and kissed him, the first was sweet. The next was also sweet but it had a need. A need that was not ignored. 

Spencer grabbed onto her waist, pulling her onto his lap. He was not going to let go, not for a while. 

The last hour was spent within the bed. Both of them satisfying the need that had built.

Y/n and Spencer had laid together wrapped up in each other's arms. Spencer had his head resting on Y/n’s chest, softly kissing against her skin. 

“Careful now, you might get me going again.” The tease was clear as day within Y/n’s voice. They both knew that they were too tired to have another round. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Spencer replied, his kisses didn’t cease, but they stayed away from her sweet spots. He was tired, he wanted to just fall asleep within her arms for as long as possible. 

Y/n kissed his head and continued to get comfy, she was glad that her Spencer is home. Glad that her bed is warm with his body in it. 

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The morning light shone through, the sage curtains still being drawn open from the day before. Spencer shifted in his position, not welcoming the sunlight. He reached towards Y/n, wanting to cuddle some more before the both of them had to start their day. 

As his hand patted slightly warm sheets he rose his head and watched as Y/n applied light make up in the bathroom connected within the master bedroom. 

“Hey baby. I tried to be as quiet as possible, hope I didn’t wake you.” 

“No, it was the sun. Where are you going?” Spencer asked, raising slightly. 

“Brunch with Jen and Penny. They were able to spare an hour or two before heading to work and Sophie is opening the store so I can be a little late.” Y/n rubbed her lips together after applying a gloss. She turned towards Spencer and smiled.

He smiled in return, taking in her pretty appearance. Y/n had kneeled on the bed and kissed Spencer three times before leaning back and grabbing her phone on the bedside table. 

“I’ll give you a text when I get there and when I head to the store.” Y/n offered, knowing how paranoid Spence can be. A lot of the victims that he’s seen have been plucked off the streets, he didn’t want that to be her. 

“Okay, I’ll text you when I get into the BAU.” Spencer replied. As much as he wanted Y/n safe, she wanted him equally as safe.

Y/n grinned at his response and grabbed her purse. “Okay, I love you and I’ll see you tonight.” 

“I love you more.” 

Y/n blew him a kiss and walked out, Spencer had caught it as he watched her go. He listened to the front door shut and then laid himself back down. 

Spence checked the time before closing his eyes. He didn’t need to be in the BAU until noon and it was only 10. He closed his eyes wanting to get a little more sleep before having to get up and start his day officially. 

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Y/n had walked into the small cafe and saw the two blondes at a table waiting for her arrival. Y/n thought she was late seeing that the two were already there.

“Oh, am I late?” Y/n asked, her voice sounding upset. 

“No you're not late, we had just got here. Penelope was first I think.” JJ said. Having known Y/n the longest, the woman’s distaste for being late is something she’s always had. 

“Oh good.” Y/n’s charming smile returned as she placed her purse on her chair and went to give each woman a hug. Penelope’s happy smile reflected her own as the two embraced. A squeeze and a sway was how they hugged. The two giggly at their reunion.

Y/n switched to JJ, careful of the baby bump that’s forming. The two shared a happy hug before the h/c moved to her seat across from them. 

The girls chatted happily about many things from Penelope’s knitting projects to JJ’s baby and how her and Will are doing as well as Penelope and Kevin. 

With the conversation of relationships in the air, both women turned toward Y/n and began the questions. 

“So you mentioned that you started seeing someone a while back,” JJ leaded, making Y/n aware of what they wanted to ask. “What’s he like? Where’d you meet?” 

“Is he good?”

“He’s kind and smart. We actually met at my store, he wanted to try something new, something he’s never read before. So I gave him a fantasy.” Y/n recounted a smile on her face when she remembered Spencer walking in looking lost and flustered. “He finished it in a day. I was so surprised.” 

The FBI agents listened intently to Y/n as she talked. Her happy smile made the two women smile in return. As JJ listened she remembered Spencer reading something during a small break. It was almost like he was drawn to it. 

“Awe, that's so cute. It sounds like a romance book.” Penelope cooed, but her previous question was unanswered and she was not going to give up that easily. “But is he good?” 

Y/n had intentionally ignored Penny. She didn’t want to share too much, but her persistence was annoying and admiral. Y/n flushed a little before she searched for an explanation that could satisfy Penny’s curiosity. 

“Well I’d say he’s real good.” Y/n grinned giddily, still slightly flushed. “We had spent the night together. His hands were in my hair, his clothes were in my room.” 

“No way!” Penelope squealed. It sounded just like a romance novel and Penelope wanted to get her hands on it ASAP. 

JJ listened intently, always wanting to know the latest gossip. She listened as Y/n described her boyfriend, disregarding the sexual details. Even though JJ isn’t a trained profiler, she can put things together. 

And what she found was equivalent to gold. 

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JJ and Penelope arrived at the BAU around the same time. Both of them discussed what had occurred at brunch, especially since the topic of their discussion had walked right into the bullpen just as they did. 

Spencer walked into the BAU looking at his phone. A smile playing onto his lips, he was texting a reply before putting his phone away. He looked up as he walked towards his desk. He felt the eyes on him only to see JJ and Penelope looking at him. 

His eyebrows frowned before he kept moving. Spencer became comfortable within his desk ready to do a work day. However, before he could even get his coffee JJ and Penelope had swarmed his desk. This caught the attention of Emily and Derek who were actually working. 

“Hey Penelope, didn’t you have fun at brunch today?” JJ asked, she was baiting him, seeing if he’ll put everything together himself. 

“You know what JJ I really did. Especially since we got to meet up with Y/n after so long.” Penelope said, playing along. 

It seemed to be working, Spencer’s head popped up at the mention of his girlfriend's name. He didn’t want to be so obvious but his mind worked faster than most, maybe even too fast. 

“Me too. And isn’t it great that the guy she’s seeing is so kind.” JJ continued, noticing Spencer’s change in posture. 

“She said ‘kind and smart’. That they met at her book store, isn’t that romantic.” Penelope recounted. 

Spencer now knew. He knew that the names of Jen and Penny were nicknames (like he suspected) and those nicknames were for Jennifer aka JJ and Penelope. His co-workers. His girlfriend’s best friend’s were his co-workers and he never knew. 

“Plus she said that he was good.” JJ teased. Spencer flushed, Y/n had a bit of a problem with oversharing. Not that he personally minded but when it came to others he preferred she’d at least keep some information to herself. 

“Yeah, they spent the night together too.” Penelope continued to tease. She saw his flustered appearance. Derek and Emily had caught on already. They watched with amusement as JJ and Penelope teased the kid genius.

This was way better than paperwork. 

“What did she say exactly?” Emily asked. She wanted to see how far this will go before he cracked. 

“‘His hands were in her hair. His clothes were in her room’.” JJ recited. Spencer’s flustered expression had grown even more. At this moment, he wanted to have never left Y/n’s apartment. That the two of them spent the day together instead of doing anything else. 

“What else did she say?” Derek prodded, amusement clear on his face. 

Before anything else could be revealed about himself Spencer spoke, “What was discussed between JJ, Penelope and my girlfriend should be private. So let’s leave it at that.” 

His tone was snippy, wanting to stop everything. The group laughed at his response, knowing he meant no harm. JJ and Penelope gave him a small squeeze of the shoulder and uttered an apology for the teasing. 

Spence waved them off before pulling out his phone and texting the topic of his teasing.

‘I love you so much but do you always talk about our private life with your friends?’ After he hit send, a reply came within 3 minutes. 

‘Sorry my love :( ’ Before he could reply another text was sent.

‘But at least everyone knows you’re my handsome man ;) ’

Spencer grinned and sighed lovingly at his girlfriend’s message, making the teasing almost worth it. His phone buzzed again and in came one more text, one that left him smiling for the rest of the day.

‘You’re something I’ll relieve constantly, like a wildest dream.

[fuck-customers]

Just a protip: if you placed an online order and it hasn't been completed yet, and you are in the store (why?? Just fucking grab your shit yourself. Don't clog the online order system for unnecessary orders) and see an employee working on online orders, JUST FUCKING LEAVE THEM ALONE! YOUR ORDER WILL BE READY WHEN IT'S READY!

Was doing bopis on a particularly busy bopis day. It was about an hour before the store closed and I had 30+ online orders to do and I was working on them alone at the time. (My store is a medium sized store and we don't sell food, medicine, or essential items, so having unfinished orders at closing is not the end of the world, as long as we're actively working on them- customersabsolutely can live without them)

This woman noticed that I was walking around with bags for items and figured out that I was doing online orders. (But of course did not consider that I was doing them ALONE)

The first thing she did was honestly perfectly fine. She asked if I was doing online orders and asked if her order was in the pile + how long it might take to be completed. So I told her I had around 30 and her order was lower in the list, so I most likely wouldn't be able to complete it before closing. She then asked if I could just skip to her order. I said no, I was not allowed to (literally-I got in trouble with my boss for skipping around and not doing bopis in the order that we received them....who the actual fuck cares, but whatever) but if she didn't want to wait, she was more than welcome to grab her items and pay at the register and just make sure to give one of us employees her order number and we'll cancel it so she doesn't get double-charged. We'll even honor any online coupons or prices, so she doesn't have to pay more than she would've online.

These seem like perfectly reasonable options, no? Pop quiz time! What do you think she did? A. Left the store with the intention to pick up her order when it was ready the following day? Or B. Grabbed her items herself and went to the register like I suggested?

Time's up! What did everyone guess?

No matter what you guessed, you were wrong! Because the real answer is more unhinged that either of those.

What she did was C. FOLLOW ME AROUND THE FUCKING STORE AS I WAS DOING OTHER ORDERS, REFUSING TO STOP AFTER I ASKED HER MULTIPLE TIMES!!

Joke's on her, though. She pissed me off, so I purposely stalled and delayed getting to her order as long as possible. I took an unneeded bathroom break, answered every call for backup from my coworkers, even though the manager was available, took extra long to answer other customers' questions when they interrupted me, whatever I could to stall. I managed to perfectly time it so that I finished the order before hers at closing time, then I finished her order 15 minutes after closing time, so she'd have to come back tomorrow no matter what. Dick move? Yes. Do I care? No.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[absolutebl]

Top 10 Cozy BLs!

Our Dating Sim made me realize we have a new sub genre of BLs happening right now: the cozy BL. 

I decided to invent/identify/name this new BL category because... I can. I crowd sourced (here in the hellhole) opinions of how to define it and what should go on it. The collective brainstormed and elected the following qualifications: 

low angst 

low stakes 

high domesticity 

a central relationship that is more cute than anything else

extra points for found family

AKA BLs that make you feel happy and comfortable. 

These BLs leave you feeling warm and safe, like a hot water bottle. I will list them in order of my personal preference when in the mood for “cozy.”

1. Our Dating Sim 

(Korea, Viki) 

Did I create this list for this show? Yes I did. It defines this category. It is a very low stakes, high domesticity, extremely warm and gentle second chance at love office romance. 

This is a fuzzy blanket of a story that perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. The pacing is... muuuuuah... chef’s kiss. 

2. Seven Days 

(Japan, grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday | Seven Days - Friday - Sunday) 

 Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. Possibly my favorite BL of all time. It’s very gentle with us and its characters while still having that Japanese emo edge to it. 

A master class in quite yet riveting cinema. 

What, you doubted me? OF COURSE it’s on the list

3. My School President

(Thailand, YouTube)

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORED this, and that’s partly what makes it so comforting. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny? 

4. See You After Quarantine?

(Taiwan, Viki) 

Be you never expected lockdown to be comforting? This under appreciated gem is Taiwan’s answer to Gameboys and is just as charming and adorable yet still as quintessentially Taiwanese as one might hope. It features a Japanese love interest and the cutest most confused disaster gay. Slow burn because the two have almost no actual screen time together and yet manage some truly amazing chemistry plus sweetly caring and earnest. Honestly how does Taiwan do it?

5. Ingredients 

(Thailand, YouTube) 

At the time (during lockdown) many of us referred to this as our “emotional support grocery store advertisement.” If all you want is two soft boys being domestic, cooking together, cuddling on the couch, cat sitting, and babysitting - just put this on and be comfy.

6. What Did You Eat Yesterday?

(Japan, grey) 

Basically the grown up version of Ingredients. Emotionally repressed, grumpy, salary man shows his hair dresser husband his love by cooking amazing meals. That’s it, that’s the whole show. There some queer fam drama, and blood-fam coming out drama, but mostly is husbands cooking and eating together and it’s great. Is it BL? Not really. Do we care? Not really. 

7. The New Employee

(Korea, Viki) 

This one is queer comfort, explicitly. If you aren’t queer you might not find it as warm and engaging. A near pitch perfect office BL with conflict derived from that setting. Also featuring found family and a lesbian bestie. Sweet & innocent (and out) Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams. On his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved (and also v gay) boss. 

As you do. 

But things get romantic pretty darn quickly. 

As you gay. 

8. En of Love: Tossera & Future the series

(Thailand, YouTube) 

Tossera = Younger boy wants to court older boy and does and… that’s it. No really that’s the WHOLE STORY. There is actually no angst, drama, or, indeed plot. But are they the softest bois ever to BL as a main couple? Yes, yes they are.

Future is... exactly the same thing. 

Are we mad about it? 

Nope. 

9. Oxygen 

(Thailand, YouTube) 

Softest seme in the universe sings his affection to the older boy at the cafe. Let the slow burn courting commence. Oxygen uses every BL trope in the playbook for one of the gentlest lowest angst BLs ever made. It’s a hyung romance (younger boy courts older boy) but very very earnest about it. Am I biased? Sure. This is probably one of my biggest comfort watches. 

10. Our Dining Table 

(Japan, Gaga)

Lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. It’s a quiet cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me with the best of what Japan can do (like Restart After Come Back Home), it’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, it’s OK with me, but not totally BL.

For me one of the hallmarks of cozy BL is that as a chronic rewatcher I find myself starting to rewatch these ones even as they are still airing. Oxygen was an icon of this (also my first watch-along and the reason I realized I really had a passion for BL)

Shorts

Summerdaze - Singapore & Korea, YouTube

The 8.2 Second Rule - Japan, YouTube 

A First Love Story - Korea, YouTube 

Some More - Korea, Gaga 

Quite a few other Strongberry offerings.

More like this?

Top 10 Most Romantic BLs for Valentine’s Day

Top 20 Softest Couples in BL

Top 10 Cutest BLs

Fluffy Sweet Soft Thai BL

10 BLs Best Enjoyed with Hot Tea & a Roaring Fire

MOAR RECS?

From the blog comments. If I agree I gave it a description. 

Boys Lockdown (YouTube) - actually on this list because it go so many votes by everyone else, I haven’t watched it. 

My Ride (GaGa) - Thai BL grew up with this pulp - a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine AKA a cinnamon roll couple. Mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple. Full review.

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun (Viki & Gaga) - yes, high school angst but so sweet about it. Review here.

2 Moons 3 Ambassador (grey) - I love this odd little pulp, it’s oddly satisfying for all it’s awkward cheese-fest. Maybe that is why I like it. Review here.

21 Days Theory (YouTube) 

About Youth (Gaga) - A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. Full review here.

Ai no Kotodama (Gaga) 

Be Loved In House: I Do (Viki) 

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (Viki warning dub con) - it’s here because a lot of people (like me) love it, but there are objections. Review here.

Cherry Magic (Japan, indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utter spazzes, but so cute about it. Still that aspect makes me a little tense so I don’t find it as cozy as others do.  

Craving You (Viki) 

Destiny Seeker (grey) - see 2 Moons Ambassador 

DNA Says Love You (Gaga) - particularly the last few episodes. 

La Cuisine (GaGa) - sweet and kind of pure show, and like Thai desserts perhaps requires too much patience for a layperson. Because of the pacing and the focus on the bad girl character, I did dock it. But if you like stuff in the Oxygen vein, then this show is for you, and far better than most Thai BL pulps. That said, I suspect that I enjoyed it more than many would. Full review. 

Meet Me Outside (Gaga) 

Meow Ears Up (Gaga) 

Mr. Heart (Viki) 

Mr. Unlucky has no Choice but to Kiss (Viki) 

Nitiman (Thailand YouTube) - This Thai BL pulp had sympathetic characters, a solid tsundere uke redemption arc, and a fantastic pining seme who yearned without bullying, grooming, or gaslighting. Plus when they were together, they were ridiculously soft. But it also had a realistic portrayal of university life, bisexual awakening, and friendship groups. Ending is okay but a victim of lockdown.

Old Fashion Cupcake (Viki) 

Ocean Likes Me (Viki) 

Roommates of 304 (Viki) 

Wish You (Korea - Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol.

There was quite a lively discussion coming up with this list, since everyone defines cozy differently but I am not alone in my top 10 choices, these mostly got the most votes. 

(source)

[devilat-thedoor]

What Is and What Should Never Be(teaser)

okaaaaaaay🤍

@interstellar-shores and @sanguinebats convinced me to just share it… I wrote this scene for a chapter in my upcoming Twin fic ‘What Is and What Should Never Be.’ I’m sososo excited about this one and I want everyone to be excited with me🥹 but to avoid spoiling any of the plot, I’ve left this at just pure smut. The only context I will give is that Jake calls her ‘peach’ because she was wearing a shirt like this when he met her, and Olivia (OC) is another employee at the twin’s record store. I’m adding the taglist, but you don’t have to read if you don’t want to! I’m aiming to have Chapter 1 out this week💖 but as always, feedback is welcome🤍🤍

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI absolutely no plot, just filth. Dom!Jake/Toxic!Jake. Oral(m receiving). Degradation kink. Unprotected Sex. Reader Discretion Advised😁

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The only thing you could focus on was the way his lips moved over your skin, leaving a wet trail in their wake. You grasped at his shirt, trying to pull him closer as he slowly walked you backwards. The back of your thighs hit the mattress and his lips found yours again, kissing you hard as he pushed you to lay on your back and crawled over you. “Why does your bed sit so high?” The question came as he broke away to yank your shirt over your head, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air in his room.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, peeling them down slowly. “No panties either?” He tsked, “And you went to work like this?” You bit your lip with a shrug, curious as to what he might do. Once he had you fully nude, he stepped back to gaze upon you. Your eyes flicked down, locking on the bulge in his jeans, his cock begging to be freed. Jake snapped his fingers, regaining your attention, “You really wanna know why my bed is this high, peach?”

You sat up on your elbows and cocked an eyebrow at him, giving him your brattiest attitude, “Why else would I have asked the fucking question, Jake?” His face dropped and you watched his eyes darken. The warning look he was giving you was enough to set your insides on fire, but you kept going, egging him on, “Are you just gonna stare at me or is there a point to this conversation?”

His lips twisted into a menacing smirk as he walked around to the other side of the bed. You were still laying across the mattress, only moving your head to follow his path. Jake stopped, standing behind you now as you looked up at him. Suddenly, his hands were gripping you under the arms, pulling you towards him until your shoulders were at the very edge of the bed and your head was hanging off the side, upside down. He chuckled as you let out a small gasp and stared up at him.

“Jake… What are you doing?” You watched him unbuckle his belt and pop the button on his jeans, abruptly aware of the position you were in. He pushed his pants down, kicking them to the side and revealing his hard cock. You licked your lips as he wrapped his hand around himself, giving a few pumps.

He brought his free hand up, fingers dancing along your jaw with a light touch, “Do you trust me?” Jake inched closer, the head of his length brushing against your parted lips. You mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ and flicked your tongue out, tasting him. “I need to really hear you say it, peach.” His hand went to the back of your head, lifting it so you could meet his eyes, “Tell me you trust me, baby.”

“I do, Jake. I trust you.” A smile tugged at his lips at your admission.

He crouched down, gently letting your head dangle again, and pressed his lips to yours. It was awkward being upside down, but your tongues licked against one another and the way he bit down on your bottom lip made you clench your thighs in need. “If it’s too much,” Jake grabbed your hand, nipping the tip of your index finger between his teeth, “tap my leg with these pretty little fingers, okay?”

You couldn’t contain the excitement coursing through you, “Okay.” The anticipation had your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Open up for me.” He dropped your hand as he stood up, stroking himself again. You obeyed, holding your mouth open. He guided his tip past your lips and halted as his opposite hand flattened across your sternum, “Relax. You gotta slow your breathing, Y/N.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to focus enough to gain a shred of composure. Once he was satisfied he pushed himself a little further, gliding along your tongue. “Softer than the finest silk…” He drew out carefully and dove back in, muttering obscenities as you allowed your tongue to roll over his hot flesh. His palm lifted from your torso and you could feel his fingertips ghosting upwards, between your breasts, dipping into the hollow of your neck. Jake finally bottomed out, his cock nestled snug in your throat while his fingers continued their trail, stopping at your neck. He remained still, buried in your mouth, as his thumb stroked down the length of your esophagus. You fought the gag that threatened its way up, swallowing it back down. His hand curled around your throat as it fluttered around his dick, “I can feel myself right here, peach…” Jake added the smallest amount of pressure to your neck, “Remember what I said if it’s too much.” He pulled out almost fully, holding your face in both of his hands now, and drove his cock back into your mouth with force. He set an unrelenting pace, completely enveloped in the wet warmth of your mouth. The blood was rushing to your head as your eyes rolled back and you hummed against him, letting your tongue vibrate over his length. He leaned over you, his hands moving to your tits to squeeze them. “You’re doing so fucking well…” A strangled grunt caught in his chest, “Swallowing my cock like a good little whore.” He punctuated the last word with a sharp thrust and the gag you’d been fighting had finally ripped free as your throat spasmed around his head. If you could see his face, you’d have caught the proud grin spreading over it as he repeated the action. Another hard snap of his hips, met with a gag and a cough that sent a gush of thick saliva through your lips, coating his dick and dripping down your face. The added spit allowed him to slip in and out of your mouth with ease. Your chest was heaving as you fought to catch your breath but Jake didn’t slow his rhythm. “Can’t make those bratty remarks while you’re choking on me, can you, peach?” His cocky attitude sent a flood of arousal to your core as you writhed on the bed, fists gripping at the duvet. Your vision was cloudy and you weren’t sure if it was from the blood filling your head or the mixture of tears and spit in your eyes. Jake pushed himself the whole way in until the prickly shaved patch of hair met your chin, “Take it. Fucking gag on it.” He stayed in place, feeling your throat pulse around him with every gag. He was so close, his cock twitching against your tongue, but the throbbing in your head was too much to bear anymore. “God, you feel like fucking heav-.” His words were cut short by your hand shooting up and tapping against his thigh. He pulled himself from your mouth without hesitation and slid his hands under your shoulders, lifting you into a sitting position. Jake climbed onto the bed to sit beside you, rubbing his hand down your back as you coughed through gasping breaths. “You alright?” He asked once you were calmed down. You answered with a meek nod, wiping at your face with the backs of your hands. He pulled his t-shirt off, offering it to you to clean the rest of your face and you took it, swiping away the remnants of spit and tears. “You couldn’t hold on just a little longer?” He joked as his hand slid along your thigh, stopping just before his fingers could reach your cunt.

You responded with a laugh, “Oh gee, I’m sorry I didn’t just let myself pass out so you could finish in my throat, Jake. My bad.” You pushed his hand from your body and turned your back to him with a smirk, knowing your attitude would get under his skin. “Maybe you’d enjoy this more with Olivia… or what is it you called her?” You looked back at him over your shoulder, “Your gold star?”

He was clenching his jaw as you looked away from him again, “Cut the fucking brat act and c’mere.” His aggressive tone clashed with the gentle way his hand circled your wrist. You let him pull you towards him, “Liv is a solid bronze compared to you, peach.” You crawled into his lap, straddling him as he praised you, “You’re fucking golden…” His hand weaved into your hair, guiding your mouth onto his. The kiss deepened and you reached between your bodies, adjusting your position and grasping Jake’s cock to align it with your entrance. He disconnected from your lips, dropping his gaze to where you hovered over his length, and his cocky demeanor was back, “Y’gonna keep running that smart mouth or are you gonna be a good girl and fuck me?” You answered his inquiry by sinking onto him slowly, feeling him stretch your pussy. He sucked in a sharp breath when you were fully seated on him.

Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his thickness, you pushed his hair from his face with a sweet smile, “You love my smart mouth, baby…” You raised yourself up only to drop back down on his throbbing dick. He leaned back on his hands, watching you go to work on him. The way your tits bounced as you rode him and the noises your bodies made with every drop of your hips, he couldn’t get enough of it. He was in pure ecstasy, his head thrown back, jaw hanging open as he fought back the moans that wanted out. You moved faster, grabbing his shoulders and opting for a grinding motion, “Suddenly you don’t have much to say, Jakey…” You eyed him with a mischievous glint.

His head snapped up at your comment, “And suddenly, I’m sick of hearing you talk.” In a flash, he had you on your back. You hit the bed with a thud as a squeal rippled from your mouth. Jake hooked your right leg around his waist, holding it there while his right hand came up to your chin, fitting three of his fingers against your tongue. You couldn’t contain the whimpers and whines that bubbled out around his digits as he took control, driving you into the mattress with each powerful thrust. He let out a low laugh, “Yeah, you just keep making those sweet, pathetic sounds while you take my cock.” His fingers kept you mute of all words, not that you’d be able to form a coherent sentence anyway. You squeezed around him, causing his movements to stutter, and he pulled his hand from your mouth to support his weight as he leaned over you, fucking you deeper.

You pulled your left leg up, spreading wider for him, “F-fuck. Right there, baby.” His hand left your leg, traveling downward to grasp your hip. “Jake…” You gasped his name, your voice oozing with desperation. His eyes met yours, his brows drawn together in a questioning gaze. Your hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to you as you held eye contact, “Finish in me.”

Jake began to slow his hips, unsure if he’d heard you correctly, “Y/N…”

You wrapped your legs around him, holding him tightly against you as you repeated yourself, “Finish in me so I can go back to work with the reminder of who owns me. Who owns my pussy…” His lips were crashing into yours fervently as his hips started moving with more power.

He was panting hard as he hovered over you, “God, You make the dirtiest words sound so fucking pretty.” Now he was really moving, deep grunts leaving his throat with each mind blowing stroke. “You gonna go back to work with no panties on? Just letting my cum leak down your thighs like a filthy slut?” His thumb found your clit, rolling over the sensitive bud with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. Your hands went to his back, nails dragging over his flesh as you clenched around him. “Shit, baby… Keep squeezing me like that and you’ll get exactly what you want.” Jake was gritting his teeth and you could tell he was fighting his climax off. His thumb moved quicker over your clit and you squeezed his cock again, “Let me fucking have it, peach. I know you’re right there, I want it.” He pulled his hips back, almost removing himself from your cunt, and slammed back in, surely hitting your cervix.

All the air left your lungs in a second as your eyes rolled back. You clawed at Jake’s skin, your mouth hanging open as your orgasm hit. The way your pussy fluttered around his length, soaking him, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. His head dropped to the crook of your neck as he came, his sticky release coating your walls. He was murmuring against your skin while your hands mindlessly rubbed down his back, easing him into a state of calm. A smile broke over your face but when you opened your mouth to speak, your phone began ringing on the bed beside you. You glanced at the screen and then the digital clock on Jake’s nightstand, a panic rising in your chest, “It’s Josh… My lunch break was over 15 minutes ago, get up, Jake.” He groaned, the sound muffled against your skin, but made no attempt to move. You pushed at his shoulders and wiggled beneath him, trying to buck his body off of your own, “Jake, I have to go, I can’t afford to lose my job.”

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[mercyandme007]

service dog registrations are fake!!!

So i have not seen a whole lot of service dog content on tumblr and as a service dog handler I would like to see more so i thought i would also start typing facts about service dogs on here to help educate the public. Todays fact is that service dog registrations are fake. Now what the general public thinks of as a service dog is potentially two things. A well behaved lab or Golden wearing a guide harness and or program vest that is probably blue, red or yellow. The dog is in a heel while being feed treats for being a good dog and focusing on the owner. The second "service dog" is a small dog in a Walmart shopping cart barking at everything that does and does not move. When the Walmart employee asks about the legitimacy of this "service dog" the owner pulls out a registration card. The employee does not know that ADA laws so she allows the pet dressed up in a service dog vest to go into the store. So im going to talk about "service dog" number two. The ADA law states that a service dog is not required to show any form of proof in writing or patches that it is a service dog. This includes registrations because the ADA (Americans with disability act) does not recognize them as a valid way to prove a service dog. So if service dog registrations are a scam how do i go get a real service dog. Task one you must have a disability. No matter how severe if it impact you even a little bit and you think a service dog could help you, your on your way. A service dog must me task trained to mitigate your diability. what ddoes this mean, it means that your dog will directly be trained to help you manage your disability. Like it you have chronic pain your dog might do fmp (foward momentum pull) to help preserve your energy. or if you are diabetic your dog might alert to high and low blood sugar and retrieve a diabetic kit for you. However to sum up this post please dont just go buy a service dog vest and slap in on your pet. This cause cause trouble for the people who have real service dogs. along with the fact that it gives real service dogs a bad reputation. thank you for reading if you like this please hit the like button and go follow my Instagram @/mercy_and.me

if you would like to learn more about diability and service dogs go to ada.gov

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 44

The dim, flickering lights of the hospital garage cast long shadows as I stood by the bike, nervously tapping my foot. The silence was oppressive, every echoing sound sending a jolt of fear through me, as if someone might step out of the darkness and pull the trigger. Steve should have already retrieved the flash drive Fury had given him and returned by now.

My hand instinctively flew to my handgun when I heard footsteps approaching. The tension broke slightly when I saw Natasha, her gum-chewing form nonchalant, with Steve following close behind. "Hey," she said, blowing a bubble and scrutinizing the bike. "I think we'll take my car," she added, her tone casual yet decisive. Steve, his face etched with tension, motioned for me to follow.

I slid into the front seat next to Natasha, the leather creaking under my weight, while Steve settled into the back. The car's engine rumbled to life, a comforting yet foreboding sound in the enclosed space.

"Where are we going?" I asked, glancing back at Steve. "Got the drive?"

He nodded, his expression grim. "We know who killed Fury and has been haunting you for the past few weeks. They call him the Winter Soldier. He's responsible for over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years. Nobody knows his true identity. He's practically a ghost," Steve explained, his voice heavy with the gravity of the situation.

A shiver ran through me. I knew he was dangerous, but this was something else entirely. I couldn't shake the memory of his eyes, the way they seemed to hold fear. "But what does he want from me? He says he knows me... but that he’s not supposed to know me," I said, feeling more confused than ever.

"We're here," Natasha announced, blowing another bubble with her gum. Steve started to get out, but she stopped him. "You stay here. The girls are going shopping," she said, motioning for him to hand over the flash drive.

He looked between us, hesitating, before reluctantly dropping the drive into her hand. Natasha swiftly grabbed a hat from the trunk and handed it to me, then deftly pulled the hood of her sweater over her head. With purposeful strides, we entered the mall, greeted by a cacophony of bustling shoppers darting to and fro with their bags.

"The first rule of going on the run is don't run, walk," Natasha whispered urgently, her eyes darting through the crowd, searching for any sign of Rumlow and his men. It suddenly struck me—I was now a fugitive, relentlessly pursued by Pierce and his corrupt Taskforce. And to compound the danger, a highly skilled assassin believed he knew me intimately, having meticulously monitored me for weeks; my apartment, unwittingly bugged by Fury the entire time. The weight of it all was suffocating. Gone were the days when the Nazis were our sole adversaries.

Natasha snapped me out of my reverie, tugging at my hand as she led me into a store selling computers. A cluster of people surrounded screens adorned with half-eaten apple logos, for some inexplicable reason. With practiced efficiency, Natasha swiftly plugged in the drive into one of the computers, her fingers deftly clicking away. I nervously scanned the store, half-expecting Rumlow to appear around the corner any moment.

"As soon as we boot up, S.H.I.E.L.D will pinpoint our location," she explained, her gaze fixed on the screen. I felt sweat bead on places I didn't know could sweat. "How much time do we have?" I asked, wiping my brow.

"About eight minutes," she replied. According to her, Fury had been right about the ship and someone was trying to conceal something.

"This drive is protected by some sort of A.I. It keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands," she continued. "Can you do something about it?" I asked, my fingers nervously tapping on the counter. Natasha looked frustrated. "The person who developed this is just a bit smarter than me... slightly."

She was in the midst of trying to trace the origin of the file when an employee approached us unexpectedly. Natasha swiftly covered the screen with her body and casually reached for my arm. "Oh, no, my fiancé here was just helping me plan our honeymoon," she said with an exaggerated grin. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, my eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

The employee glanced at both of us with a smirk. "Where are you beauties thinking about going?" he asked, peering at the map on the computer screen Natasha had open.

I turned to glance at the map and blurted out, "New Jersey," which seemed to surprise him. "Oh," he replied, taken aback. He didn't seem convinced and stared at me for a moment. "So, you like fishing?" he asked hesitantly. I was taken aback, unsure why he was bringing up fishing.

"Excuse me?" I replied, frowning in confusion. He pointed at my hat, which I had donned as a disguise. "Bass Pro Shop, I have the same hat," he explained.

"Oh, my hat! Yeah, I love fishing," I stammered, hoping he wouldn't delve further into the topic.

"What's your favorite spot?" he asked eagerly, clearly enthusiastic about fishing. "Uh, the ocean?" I stuttered, glancing over my shoulder to check on Natasha's progress.

Disappointed that we wouldn't be bonding over fishing, he smiled awkwardly and said, "If you guys need anything, I'm Aaron," before walking away.

I let out a heavy sigh, allowing my shoulders to slump. "How much time do we have left?" I asked, turning to Natasha.

"Okay, got it. Unless you want to stick around and chat about fish?" she quipped.

I pulled out the drive. "I'd much rather go on a honeymoon to Jersey with you."

She broke into a smile and replied, "Just tell me when."

We dashed out of the store, our eyes darting around as we scanned our surroundings. They were everywhere, earpieces crackling with communication as they searched for us. We hastened our steps as one of them approached directly towards us. "Just play along," Natasha whispered urgently, slipping her arm around mine and pulling our heads close. Suppressing nervous laughter, we giggled as we casually strolled past the unsuspecting agent.

Descending on the packed escalator, surrounded by a sea of bustling shoppers, it was difficult to spot all of Rumlow's men. Natasha's eyes widened as she spotted one on the opposite side. Suddenly, she turned to me with a startling question. "Ever kissed a girl before?"

Blushing deeply, I shook my head in surprise. Before I could comprehend her intent, she seized my face and pressed her lips against mine. I stood frozen, heart pounding, until she abruptly released me and turned away, continuing our escape without missing a beat.

She smiled at my bright red face. "I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable," she said. I shook my head. "No, it's just... women didn't do that in the '40s, at least not in public."

She chuckled as we stepped onto the elevator leading to the garage. "Yeah, they were just roommates back then."

Next Chapter

[moontaingoat]

Shoplifting Tips for Beginners:

(compiling some of my tried and true advice in no particular order. these mostly apply to grocery stores because i find grocery stores the easiest to steal from, but you can apply most tips to other stores. none of these tips are guaranteed to keep you safe but they've always worked for me. also this is only about shoplifting small items that can fit on your person, because stealing large items is too risky for me personally.)

- be aware of who is around you without constantly looking around or appearing nervous. stay casual. don't let other customers witness you stealing, you never know who's a snitch.

- case the joint days beforehand without taking anything, buy an item or two. watch how vigilant the employees are, locate all the security cameras, find good unpopulated corners of the store where you can subtly stuff something in a pocket.

- FOOL THE CAMERAS TOO. i cant stress this point enough. most stores don't have someone consistently watching the cameras, but they'll roll back the footage to watch your whole trip if they see you being suspicious enough. ideally you'd like to find a place in the cameras' blind spots but it's not always possible. the footage is low res and limited by angle which can be exploited if you're smart about it. don't just stuff things in your pocket when no one's standing nearby. trick the cameras with sleight of hand. example: hold a small product in your hand. take your phone out of your pocket or purse and hold it in front of the product in the same hand while you pretend to text or something. then casually place both the phone and the product back in the phone's place. example 2: open a freezer door and stand between the door and the camera so the frosty glass blocks you as you fill your pockets or purse.

- purchase a couple of things when you steal. the more you actually buy, the less suspicious employees will be of you. you can get away with stealing a LOT just by going to a self checkout with over $100 of groceries and "forgetting" to scan several small items. (of course this requires the investment of actually buying groceries which not everyone can afford.)

- know the habits of the store you're stealing from. most walmarts ive been to check receipts after self checkout, so make sure any items not on your receipt are hidden under items you did pay for. ive never had my receipt checked at target but you never know.

- learn what kind of items have concealed security tags. usually this is limited to clothing, perfume, jewelry, and expensive meats or seafood, but stores that get shoplifted from frequently will often add their own. those ones are usually just a sticker that you can stealthily remove before taking the product past the security detectors at the door.

- speaking of detectors, they're imperfect technology. a lot of stores ignore the detectors going off unless they already suspect you of stealing because they glitch so much. pay attention to this and see if a store near you has this problem you can exploit

- if a security detector does go off while you walk past, you can just keep walking and pretend you didn't notice. employees will almost never follow you unless they already suspect you of stealing.

- if you do get caught with an item you didn't pay for, you can just say "whoopsie! must have missed this one!" and then go pay for it. as long as the employees don't recognize you as a repeat offender, they're not going to call the cops on you if you immediately act innocent and pay for the product.

- try to look well groomed. if you're stealing for survival you might not be able to dress well and look your best before a shoplifting trip but the "poorer" you look, the more employees will keep an eye on you.

- don't bring a big purse or a backpack. instantly makes you look suspicious. go for a small bag with barely any contents or baggy clothes with concealed pockets (weather permitting, because a huge jacket in the summer is another red flag)

- go during the busiest hours. at grocery stores, early afternoon on sunday is the busiest time of the week. especially the first sunday of the month because the food stamps customers have just gotten their month's supply. this means more customers and employees that could be witnesses, but it also means employees will be too busy to worry about you unless they think you're stealing a LOT. alternatively you can go in close to closing time where there won't be many witnesses and employees will be too busy getting ready to close to pay much attention to suspicious behavior.

- most grocery stores don't mind if you eat or drink the product before buying it, especially if you're feeding it to a fussy baby. you can exploit this rule by eating or drinking an entire single-serving product and then stashing the packaging somewhere without paying for it.

- if you're going to be a regular, be a friendly one. stealing from the same store too often is risky, but there's no good reason not to slip a block of cheese into your pocket instead of your cart on a routine trip, so to protect yourself from suspicion it helps to be a friendly regular. if you go a little past polite small talk with cashiers and bond with them, they'll trust you more.

- if youre underage stealing alcohol, don't be overconfident. limit yourself to 1 can of high abv seltzer or beer at a time and make sure your pocket bulging isn't obvious enough to give you away.

thats all i have for now i think. cops and losers and idiots who think law=morals dni

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: they go shopping! and then they fuck in a dressing room cause they're both horny for each other.

content warnings: sex, mommy kink, fingering, begging

word count: 2.5k

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Y/n hadn’t been in the city yet, and stared in wonder at all the different stores as they passed by. She realized that at some point, they had made their way into the high end part of the city. Y/n twisted in her seat to look over at Wanda as they drove deeper into the city. 

“What store exactly are we shopping at?” She asked, watching Wanda’s lips turn up into a small smile. 

“A nice one.” Came the quick reply. Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows at Wanda’s disapproving look. “That’s not an answer.”

“Careful darling, that attitude might earn you a punishment. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” 

Y/n swallowed and looked down at her lap. She quickly uncrossed her arms, glancing sheepishly over at Wanda. 

“I’m sorry. It slipped out.” Y/n said quietly. Wanda smirked slightly, patting the girl’s knee. “I know sweetheart, we’ll have to work on the sass.” Y/n made an offended noise, then wincing when Wanda’s hand tightened on her leg. 

“We’re almost there, you’ll be a good girl for me right?” Wanda’s eyes flashed in y/n’s direction. She was quick to nod, her excitement growing at the idea of a shopping trip. Plus, Wanda had a great sense of fashion so y/n knew she was in excellent hands. 

Wanda pulled up to a large building, parking neatly right next to the large glass doors. Y/n peered curiously through the glass, her eyes widening at the expensive looking dresses on display. 

“Are you ready?” Wanda asked, her eyes searching y/n’s face. 

“I’m not sure any of these will look right on me, I’m…” Y/n paused, feeling embarrassed. Wanda nodded encouragingly, and y/n took a breath before continuing. “I’m not used to having expensive things.”

It was true, even though Tony was generous with his money y/n didn’t make many big purchases. She thought about her clothes, most of them thrifted or gifts from Natasha. She had been taught from a young age to only buy the basics, her room back at the compound looked like a minimalist's wet dream. 

“I’m looking forward to spoiling you darling, you’ll get used to it by the end of the summer.” Wanda’s voice shook her out of her thoughts. Y/n looked over at her, seeing a soft look in those green eyes. She smiled, and Wanda squeezed her knee one last time before exiting the car. Y/n followed eagerly, her excitement over powering the nerves she felt. 

With Wanda’s comforting hand on her lower back, y/n stepped inside the store. She could almost see her reflection on the marble floor, and gazed around at the massive interior with wide eyes. 

“This place has more clothes than anyone could ever need.” She whispered, feeling the need to be quiet. The store seemed almost like a sacred space, and y/n felt completely out of place. Wanda hummed in response next to her, nodding at one of the store employees when they noticed the new guests. 

“That simply means more options darling, where do you want to start?” Wanda asked, her voice low in y/n’s ear. 

“What will you be wearing?” Y/n asked, her voice slightly panicked. 

Wanda started to rub her fingers in a soothing circle on the small of her back. “I’ll be wearing a dark green suit, with a black shirt and gold jewelry.” Y/n nodded, she could work with that. With that in mind, she made her way over to the longer dresses. Wanda followed behind her, and y/n was grateful for the woman’s comforting presence. 

They spent what felt like hours searching the racks, until y/n saw a flash of forest green out of the corner of her eye. She quickly took the dress off the rack and gasped. Wanda hummed in approval beside her, her fingers running over the material. 

“This shade of green will match my suit perfectly.” She murmured, her fingers running over the gold stitching. Y/n smiled wider, and held the dress up against her body. It really was the perfect dress, and she would match Wanda’s outfit well.

“Would you like to try it on?” Y/n jumped at the sound of a man’s voice. She turned to her right and smiled slightly at the employee who had spoken. 

“Yes, she would.” Wanda responded for her, and y/n felt a pang of arousal at the sheer dominance in her voice. She quietly followed the man, allowing Wanda to take the dress from her arms. They made their way up an impressive set of stairs, turning into a hallway full of doors. 

The employee opened one of the doors before turning to them. “If you need any assistance, there’s a button near the door. One of my coworkers will arrive in a few short minutes should you press it.” With that, he nodded respectfully and walked back down the hallway. 

Y/n walked into the rather large dressing room, taking note of the large mirror on the opposite wall and the comfortable looking couch next to it. She heard the door close behind her and turned to see Wanda leaning casually against the wall. 

“Try it on.” Wanda said, and y/n’s eyes darted from her face to the dress she was holding out to her. She took a step forward and gingerly took the dress from Wanda’s hands. 

“Are you really going to stand there and watch me undress?” 

Wanda chuckled, “Yes darling, unless you’d be more comfortable if I waited outside.” She raised an eyebrow at y/n‘s silence. Y/n cleared her throat as she shook away the nerves that had appeared. 

“I don’t know if it’s actually going to look good on me.” She confessed, staring at the soft material in her hands. She saw Wanda take a step towards her and glanced up when the woman’s hand cupped her chin. 

“It’s going to look beautiful darling, because you’ll be the one wearing it.” 

Y/n’s heart stuttered, and she nodded quickly at Wanda’s words. She hoped that Wanda hadn’t seen how her statement affected her, but judging by the smirk that the woman was wearing, y/n knew that Wanda had once again read her like a book. 

She quickly undressed, meeting Wanda’s lustful gaze in the mirror once she was down to her underwear. Y/n could visibly see her own blush spreading down her neck from where it burned on her face, and quickly slipped the dress on. As she was adjusting the straps, she heard Wanda’s heels slowly clicking as she walked towards her. 

“Let me help you with that.” Wanda murmured in her ear, their eyes locked in the mirror. Y/n took a shaky breath as she felt Wanda’s hand run down her bare skin from the base of her neck down to her lower back, where her fingers found the zipper. She slowly moved the zipper higher, her eyes watching y/n‘s face. Y/n could feel the short huffs of breath from the woman behind her on her neck, and shivered as goosebumps traveled down her spine. 

Wanda fully zipped up the dress, then reached down to circle her hands around y/n’s hips. Her eyes roamed up and down y/n’s body, before focusing on the long slits on the sides of her legs. 

“You look utterly insatiable darling.” Wanda whispered, one hand reaching down to where the slit ended near the top of y/n’s thigh. She rubbed circles on the smooth skin she found there while y/n’s chest heaved as she stared at Wanda through the mirror. 

“I feel really good in this dress.” Y/n admitted, smiling at Wanda’s reflection as the woman rested her chin on her shoulder. Wanda maintained eye contact, her gaze unwavering as both her hands slid up under the dress to y/n’s lower stomach. 

Y/n’s eyes widened as Wanda’s hands inched lower, painfully close to the wetness cooling in her underwear. “Wait.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed when y/n’s hands quickly moved from her sides to grasp at her wrists, stopping her hands from moving lower. “You don’t want this?” She asked, feeling the girl’s grip loosen slightly as she realized her mistake. 

“No, I do. It’s just…” Y/n’s eyes darted to the door behind them, lingering on the locked door. “Somebody might hear.”

Wanda chuckled, pressing a kiss against y/n’s neck. “I’ve been to this store many times darling, all the employees are elsewhere. Nobody will hear, I promise.” She smirked as a thought came to her mind. “You can be quiet for me, can’t you?”

Y/n nodded quickly, releasing her grip on Wanda’s wrists and leaving them at her sides. Wanda hummed in approval as one of her hands cupped the heat radiating from the girl’s underwear.

“You’re so wet darling, how long have you been like this?” Wanda asked teasingly, and y/n dropped her gaze in embarrassment. “Since the meeting this morning, you’re really good at turning me on.” She whispered, glancing up to see a smug look on Wanda’s face. The woman adopted a look of fake pity as she started to rub circles over y/n’s clit. 

“You should have told me earlier darling.” Wanda said, and y/n frowned. 

“I did tell you, in your office. But you were too busy.” Y/n said definitely, immediately regretting her words at the pinch of Wanda’s fingers against her hip. “Sorry.”

Wanda pressed her lips against y/n’s ear as she whispered, “Don’t get bratty now sweetheart, otherwise you’ll have to wait until we get home.” Y/n let out a low whine at the threat, her arousal had been present since this morning and she couldn’t fathom waiting any longer. Not when Wanda was right there and willing to give her what she wanted. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good. Please.” Y/n whimpered, feeling Wanda’s fingers reach under her waistband and slide into her. She pursed her lips to suppress the moans that threatened to escape. Wanda slid her hand up her waist and trailed its way up her body until it circled her neck. 

“Remember, be quiet for me darling.” Wanda’s voice was sickly sweet, even as her fingers thrusted harder. Y/n was biting her lip in an effort to suppress any moans from escaping, and Wanda’s eyes zeroed in on it. “Fuck, you’re so pretty sweetheart.” She said in a breathless voice, her warm breath hitting y/n’s neck. Her fingers curled and hit the spot that sent white hot pleasure through y/n. 

“Shit, I’m gonna come. Please let me come.” Y/n pleaded between shaky breaths. Wanda smirked, “Wait a bit longer darling, I know you can.” She didn’t slow her pace, curling her fingers expertly and sending y/n hurtling towards a climax.

“Please mommy.” Y/n was too far gone to realize what had just come out of her mouth, but Wanda’s eyes darkened with lust as she squeezed her throat. 

“Say it again.” She husked, and y/n’s eyes widened as her brain caught up to her. She searched Wanda’s face for any signs of disappointment, but found only lust and pride. Y/n stared directly at Wanda’s barely green eyes through the mirror and moaned softly. “Mommy, please. I want to come for you.” Wanda let out a groan as she dipped her head and sucked a hickey on y/n’s lower neck. 

“Come for mommy darling.” Wanda’s thumb pressed into her clit, and y/n bit her lip fiercely as her orgasm hit her. She grasped weakly at Wanda’s arm as she trembled, the woman’s fingers fucking her through her orgasm. Pure relief rushed through her as the painful arousal that had been pooling in her gut finally faded. She felt Wanda’s fingers slow as she worked her way through the aftershocks and sighed.

“Thank you.” She managed, smiling when Wanda kissed her neck. She closed her eyes as she breathed hard, still recovering from the powerful orgasm. She felt fingers rest on her lips, and opened her eyes to see Wanda raising an expectant eyebrow. “Open.”

Y/n parted her lips and sucked Wanda’s fingers into her mouth, moaning at the taste. Wanda watched her through the mirror, before abruptly pulling her fingers from y/n’s mouth and tilting her chin towards her. Y/n smiled into the rough kiss, reaching a hand up to tangle in red hair. She broke the kiss and murmured against Wanda’s lips, “Can I take care of you now?”

Wanda nodded, moving to sit on the couch and pulling y/n on top of her to sit in her lap. Y/n happily resumed kissing Wanda, letting one hand drift down to the woman’s chest while the other gripped the back of her neck. She gasped at the pebbled nipple straining through Wanda’s shirt, and rolled her fingers around it. She was pleased at the soft sounds she was pulling from the redhead, and smiled into the kiss. 

“Fingers, now darling.” Wanda demanded before harshly sucking on y/n’s lower lip. Y/n held back a moan, quickly undoing the button on Wanda’s pants before sliding her hand further down and gasping at the wet heat that greeted her. She easily slipped two fingers inside of Wanda, proud of the low noise that was pulled from the redhead’s throat. 

Y/n moved her fingers faster, mindful of how much time they had spent in the dressing room. She skillfully twisted her wrist to press her thumb against Wanda’s clit, applying pressure as the woman’s hands tightened over her hips. She pulled away from the kiss once Wanda wasn’t able to kiss back. 

“How close are you?” Y/n asked, eyeing Wanda’s parted lips as the woman panted slightly. “Close darling, just keep doing that.” She said breathlessly, leaning forward to connect her lips to y/n’s neck and sucking harshly. 

Y/n bit back a moan and continued applying the same pressure to Wanda’s clit as she curled her fingers and smiled at the soft moan Wanda released. She felt the redhead’s walls tighten and her hands tense around her waist. Y/n leaned down to whisper into Wanda’s ear. 

“Come for me mommy.” 

Wanda bit down slightly on y/n’s shoulder as those words sent her over the edge. Y/n let a proud smile sit on her lips when Wanda finally pulled away and met her gaze. 

“Good girl.” She said, sighing at the sensation of y/n pulling her fingers out slowly. Wanda watched as the girl sucked on her fingers, her eyes closing at the taste. When y/n’s eyes opened once more, she circled her arms around Wanda’s shoulders and smiled. 

“So will this dress be alright for the event this weekend?” Y/n asked playfully, and Wanda chuckled as she nudged her off her lap and stood up, reaching for the zipper. “Yes darling, this dress will work wonderfully.” 

Y/n stood on still shaky legs as Wanda slipped her out of the dress and pressed a soft kiss against her lips before turning towards the door. “I’ll go pay for the dress, get dressed quickly darling.” Y/n nodded, and Wanda gave her one last smile before softly closing the door as she left. 

Y/n turned back to the mirror with a giddy smile on her face, and her smile didn’t drop even as she inspected the quickly forming hickey’s on her neck. She quickly slipped her clothes back on, and took a moment to compose herself before looking in the mirror one last time. 

She was definitely going to let Wanda buy more clothes for her, especially if it ended with the woman fucking her into oblivion. With that thought, she exited the dressing room and made her way down to where Wanda was waiting. 

Her smile didn’t fade until she was fast asleep in Wanda’s arms. 

Next Chapter

[redgoldsparks]

October Reading and Reviews by Maia Kobabe

I post my reviews throughout the month on Storygraph and Goodreads, and do roundups here and on patreon. Reviews below the cut.

Finna by Nino Cipri, read by Amanda Dolan

Ava is having a rough time: three days ago she and Jules broke up, and since then she's been avoiding them at their horrible mutual job at LitenVärld, a dystopian Ikea. Then a customer goes missing in a wormhole in spacetime, and Ava and Jules are chosen to try and retrieve the missing grandma. Very short, very fun. Written by a nonbinary author. Gave this a re-listen as an audiobook because there is a sequel now :D

Defekta by Nino Cipri read by Ramon De Ocampo 

This novella takes place in the same LitenVärld store that Ava and Jules worked at in book one in this series, but follows Derek, the store's most loyal and dedicated employee. He lives in a shipping container in the store's parking lot, and has no friends and no life outside his time at the store. In fact, he doesn't even have any memories from before he started working at the store... or any explanation for why the store seems to make sense to him, and even speak to him, in a way it doesn't to any of his co-workers. Then something even more shocking than an wormhole occurs in the store: the furniture starts waking up and coming to life. Derek's entire worldview and sense of self are completely upturned. Unfortunately this story didn't capture me as strongly as book one; despite being a novella it felt oddly slow. I was rooting for Derek and the wayward furniture by the end, but the structure of the story was not as strong or streamlined as Finna. I do still want to keep reading Nino Cipri because I love the way they effortlessly include nonbinary characters in their sci-fi and I want a third installment that returns to Ava and Jules!

Princess Floralinda and the Forty Story Tower read by Moira Quirk 

A four hour fantasy novella read by the talented and wonderful Moira Quirk, who also reads the Locked Tomb audiobooks. This original fairy tale features Floralinda, a princess captured by a witch and imprisoned in a tower full of monsters. When all of the princes who try to rescue her fail Floralinda has to to take up arms against the monsters herself. I was entertained throughout my whole time listening to this story, but it didn't have a particularly strong emotional impact. I would mostly recommend it to Tamsyn Muir completionists; though it was published in the same year as Harrow it feels like an earlier work. I kind of wanted the ending to be either more hopeful or more horrible.

My Aunt is a Monster by Reimena Yee 

Safia is blind, but she was raised by booksellers who read her stories of adventures and the wide world. After her parents tragically die in a fire, Safia is adopted by a distant relative, a reclusive aunt who used to be the world's most famous adventurer. A curse ended her traveling career, but a rival adventurer and the discovery of an ancient city might pull the whole family back into the world. This book was sillier than I expected, but I still greatly enjoyed the art style and the magical whimsy.

Thistlefoot by GemmaRose Nethercott read by January LaVoy 

Isaac and Bellatine Yaga grew up on the road with their parents' traveling puppet show, but neither has a good relationship with their parents as adults. Isaac ran away as a teen and has lived as a train-hopping actor and scam artist into his early twenties. Bellatine moved across the country to study woodworking in New England were she is trying desperately to live a normal life despite her power to bring inanimate objects to life. Her power, and Isaac's shapeshifting ability, are inheritances of a generational trauma from a history they barely know. But then another inheritance arrives for them in New York: a house on chicken legs, built by a Russian Jewish ancestor who survived the pogroms of the 1920s and the turmoil of the Russian Revolution. To Isaac, the house is an opportunity. To Bellatine, it is a home. But it comes with a curse: a shadow man follows the house to America, wanting to finish the destruction he started. I loved this story, woven through with Jewish folklore and American folk songs, a road trip story, a story of facing and accepting family history and how far its shadow falls into the present. I image this book gets compted with American Gods by Neil Gaimen and The Golem and the Jinni by Helen Wecker but it is very much its own book with its own lyrical tone. And its queer! Highly recommend.

The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu 

This queer, modern retelling of Hamlet is set in a scientific lab and contained mostly within a tense 12 hours. Hayden Lichfield finds his father's cooling body in Elsinore labs within the first few pages; he immediately calls on the sentient AI system, Horatio, who controls the security cameras and many other aspects of the building. Horatio reports a 1.5 hour gap in the video logs. Hayden and his father, Dr Lichfield, were working on formula to reverse death. Hayden's immediate assumption is that the killer was after his father's research. The lab goes into lockdown and Hayden is trapped inside with his uncle Charles, lab technician Gabriel Rasmussen, Hayden's ex and research intern Felicia Xia, and her father Paul Xia, head of security. Unless they find an intruder, one of them is the murderer. I enjoyed how deftly this novel kept me guessing even when following a plot I know well. I was genuinely unsure how many, or who, of the people trapped in Elsinore would survive the night. I was also into the unashamed queerness of an AI in love with a human, and the ways in which that love could and could not be reciprocated.

The Feather Thief by Kirk Wallace Johnson read by MacLeod Andrews

This book does an unbelievably thorough job of recounting one of the most devastating recent thefts from a modern museum. In 2009, an American student studying at London's Royal Academy of Music broke into the Tring museum, which contains thousands of natural history specimens including birds collected by Charles Darwin and his contemporary Alfred Russel Wallace. Darwin and Wallace both independently formulated the theory of natural selection and survival of the fittest in the same decade, by observing and collecting birds on remote islands during the height of the British Empire. They both believed in the importance of preserving these birds for future science. At the same time, the colonial empire had developed a huge appetite for exotic and colorful feathers for Victorian hats, the cabinets of curiosities and natural history specimens which were in vogue in the upper class, and for another aristocrat's hobby: tying salmon flies. These appetites nearly drove many bird species to extinction. Modern day lovers of the Victorian art of salmon fly tying now comb the internet for feathers from these rare birds, desperate to get their hands on materials mentioned in Victorian books. The majority of these feathers are now semi-illegal to possess or sell. It was this obsession that drove 20 year old Edwin Rist to break a window at the Tring and escape with nearly 300 stolen bird skins. There followed a long detective investigation into how he'd done it and what happened with the feathers afterwards. I enjoyed the audiobook and was impressed by the persistence of the author, who pursued this story for half a decade.

Asylum by Greg Means and Kazimir Lee 

A short but rich story about platonic adult friends who bond through a competitive fantasy card game, but end up supporting each other through all kinds of life transitions both joyful and heartbreaking. Allen and Zekia are both single, both wish they were dating or partnered, but instead they're sharing hotel rooms at geeky conventions, setting up mutual friends, attending weddings and funerals, babysitting other people's kids, and most of all playing the card game Asylum. Zekia, a Black lesbian, struggles with her self-worth, feeling unlovable and too socially awkward to date. Allen, a straight cis man, take a more philosophical view of his situation, appreciating the good things he has in life, including his many strong friendships. The black and white art is simple, clear, and effective. I read it all in one sitting!

Sincerely, Harriet by Sarah Winifred Searle

This is a very quiet and soft story of a girl struggling with an invisible chronic illness, and the resulting isolation and loneliness. Harriet and her parents recently moved to Chicago (to be closer to hospitals and specialists) and she doesn't know anyone in her neighborhood yet except the older woman, Pearl, who lives on a lower floor. Harriet misses friends she made at a summer camp and sends them postcards, lying about her new busy and fun social life. Pearl lends Harriet a series classic of books to try and gently nudge the girl out of her shell. But Harriet struggles to focus on them, instead wondering about a possible ghost living in the attic. There are other emotional struggles hinted at, but they are very subtle and a lot is left to the reader's imagination. The line art is very careful and lovely.

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Chapter 40 : Night Two ( Matt part 4 )

 Matt was practically beaming with pride over the fact that Alex had admitted the fact that he admired Matt’s nonchalance over the fact that they were both running around the mall and hiding out while stark naked.

 They stayed crouched and huddled for what seemed like hours as they listened to the crowds of people walk past their hiding spot. The fact that they could be discovered at any minute weighed heavily on both of them as they each pondered in their own thoughts the fact that here they were, one high-school senior and one college sophomore, both naked as the day they were born, and both only a few feet from crowds of clothed mall employees.

 Okay, Alex finally spoke up after they hadn’t heard anyone in a while, I think the coast is clear, or at least as clear as it’s going to be. Well, since you work here, Alex asked Matt, do you know the quickest way to go ? You said we need to get to the other side of the mall right ?

 Yeah, Matt answered, we do and I do, come on. Follow me, Matt instructed as he left the confines of their hiding spot and headed down the hall, we should be able to follow this hallway around to the vestibule for the parking garage. We’ll have to make a dash across there, Matt continued, but that will get us to the other employee access hall which will get us right next to the mall entrance by my store. That’s where you said you parked right ?

 Yeah, up close too, amazingly enough, so if we come out right by the door we should have no problem getting to the car. Of course, Alex continued, the lot will mostly be empty so two naked dudes streaking across to the car is going to be pretty noticeable to anyone looking, but it’s not like we have much choice.

 Right, well, come on, we’re almost there. Matt continued to lead the way, practically strutting down the hall, acting oblivious to the fact that he was both naked and that this was the mall they were parading around. Alex, on the other hand, was much less carefree about his predicament and continued to attempt to conceal himself in the classic fig-leaf position, albeit unsuccessfully, as he followed Matt to their destination.

 As they approached the corner to the vestibule they would need to cut across that led to the underground parking garage, Matt held up a warning sign to indicate to Alex to approach quietly and with caution. Matt peered around the corner to see if anyone was there they might run into. Seeing no one, Matt indicated to Alex to follow as he darted from the corner and headed out into the vestibule area.

 Matt reached the door on the other side of the vestibule first, shit, was all Alex heard as he reached Matt’s position. Houston, we have a problem, Matt said as he turned back to where they had just come from, quick, back this way.

 What, why, Alex was asking as Matt rushed past, I thought we had to go this way ?

 It’s locked, Matt exclaimed as he raced to try and prevent the door they had just exited from closing and completely locking them out. Dammit, was all he could say as he reached the door seconds after he heard the latch click into place. Knowing it locked in the process did not prevent him from trying anyway, and this one now too, Matt confirmed rhetorically.

 Wait, Alex began, you mean we’re locked out, as in we can’t get back in locked out ?

 Yeah, Matt answered, I didn’t even think about the timers. Since the mall is actually closed now, all the doors automatically lock behind you.

 Oh, well that’s just fan-f*ckin-tastic, Alex practically shouted then caught himself before getting too loud, what the f*ck are we going to do now ? We’re not even halfway where we need to be. No way am I streaking all the way around half the outside of the whole mall, Alex was starting to raise his voice again, f*ck that shit. Goddamn, Alex continued to rant, I can’t believe this is happening, what the f*ck are we going to do ?

 We’re going to man up and do exactly that, Matt replied with complete assurance, we’re going streaking. So let’s go.

[rotworld]

3: Outnumbered

you can't outrun a pack of wolves.

->explicit. contains noncon, gangbang, gore, murder, semi-public sex, feral behavior, predator/prey, implied captivity, conditioning, mindbreak

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Fifteen seconds per house. That’s all you can spare. Stagger up to the porch on your bleeding, blistered feet, bang on the door, and try not to hope too much. “I need help,” you tell whoever might be listening. Fifteen seconds. If nobody answers, you have to move on. 

You try cars when you see them, wave down anybody who passes. Hobbling down the side of the highway, you look like a ghost or a bad Halloween prank. The sores and scrapes on the soles of your feet heal up, scab over, then start bleeding all over again. It’s a spotty, uneven trail, splatters and dragging footprints in crime scene red, but it’s a trail all the same. They could track you with less. A young couple sees you, slows and thinks about it. They pull over and you hurry to the passenger side window. “Please help me,” you beg them. A heavy full moon pushes through the clouds.

They leave you there. Speed off without a word. Too much time wasted. You keep moving, follow the lights.

WELCOME TO SUMMITVILLE says a weather beaten metal sign. It’s midnight and there’s nobody around, just long, empty streets and shuttered storefronts. Not good, you think. Too small. Not safe. There’s a gas station on the corner and you limp through the doors. Harsh, fluorescent light stings your eyes. Cold. Smooth, hard floor. Not dirt and twigs, at least. You grab a bag of chips, a cold drink. Eat here? Keep walking? Fifteen seconds. Shouldn’t linger any more than that. You’re so tired, hurt so much. You lean your forehead against the refrigerator doors. Deep breaths.

“Holy shit!” 

You drop everything. No. Not him. Not any of them. Just some guy. Works here, probably. Wears a blue shirt and khakis, headphones around his neck. He’s staring. His eyes move down to your torn t-shirt, the sweat and grass stains, nothing but underwear underneath, then flick back up again. Doesn’t quite meet your eyes because he’s looking at that ragged neckline hanging off one shoulder, at the marks underneath. 

Like spots. Like clumsy basting stitch. Crescents of teeth, the flesh sunken and scarred. All over your throat and shoulders and forearms.

The rumble of a motorcycle pulling up outside makes your heart skip a beat. Been here too long. You shove past him, pulse racing. Enclosed. Trapped. The door opens, bells chime. “‘Scuse me,” you hear, a casual, bored drawl, and you go completely still. Don’t blink. Don’t breathe. Crouch between a line of beers and a row of cheap candy and listen. The guy in front of you hesitates. Looks at you, then glances towards the front of the store. “Anybody home?” The next words are sharper, more impatient. He leaves, and so do you. EMPLOYEES ONLY says the door, but it’s unlocked. A back exit down a short corridor. Voices from the front of the gas station drift by.

“What can I get you, sir?” 

“Lost my dog somewhere around here.” You can hear the cruel smirk in those words. “Seen any strays lately?” 

Back outside. Chilly wind. Cold pavement. It hurts, everything hurts, but the pain will come and go. They won’t ever stop. Fifteen seconds. You follow the railroad tracks downtown. Hardware. Auto shop. Antique store. Everything’s closed and dark and dead. The night is cold and your fingers are numb. There’s an old place, worn brick and empty windows, ancient FOR RENT signs slathered in graffiti—an open door in an alley. Could stop, catch your breath. Fifteen seconds. It lures you in but you freeze in your tracks halfway to the door. Voices. Growling. You wedge yourself behind a dumpster as footsteps pass by. 

“...can’t fucking believe this. I told him to get one of those GPS collars, y’know, with a tracker on it? Now we’re gonna be out here all fucking night—” 

“Quit your bitching. You got a nose, don’t you? Don’t need a fucking GPS.”

“Who was on duty, anyway?” 

“I dunno. Forest, I think.”

“Gonna fucking kill him when we get back.”

“Alpha beat you to it, I think. You see him tonight, don’t make eye contact. Haven’t seen him this pissed since the territory dispute.” 

They pass without stopping. Footsteps fade. Forty seconds, way too long. You slide out from behind the dumpster. 

You hear a growl. 

You look back only for a second. You need to check. Have to know your chances. The wolf comes prowling out of the abandoned building, half in shadow. Too dark to make out details, but a varied coat, you think, a light muzzle, a dark stripe along the spine. Teeth bared, he sinks low to the ground and snarls. Your final warning. No time to think. Doesn’t matter who it is, anyway. A wolf is a wolf and you’re delirious with exhaustion.

The blisters on your feet split open and every pounding step across concrete feels wet and sharp. You hear the wolf right behind you and then a pause, a growing gap, and you know he’s about to lunge. You throw yourself towards the curb just as a huge, powerful body slams into the pavement where you were just standing. You both lose time, scrambling, pushing yourself to your feet. He recovers faster. Can’t last like this. The world bobs and trembles all around you, dark and hazy at the edges. Have to hide. Break line of sight. You weave into another alley. Climb a fence clumsily, scream when jaws snap like a bear trap around your ankle, but you hold on. You slam your heel against the wolf’s face again and again until the jaw loosens, teeth slipping out of new, fresh marks. You land hard on the other side with a grunt. Not good. Everything hurts, more than before. The wolf paces on the other side, panting, irritated. Yellow eyes watch you scrape yourself off the pavement and limp away. 

Your legs protest, knees buckling. You suck in a ragged breath. Not now. Not like this. Have to hide. You drag yourself down another quiet street. There’s a howl behind you. Another answers up ahead and you veer off in another direction. Where? you think, looking around wildly. Where, where, where? Lights. Follow the lights. Streetlamp. Traffic stop. Headlights. A car trundles out of a small, crowded parking lot. Light. Noise. People, there are people here!

You shove through the doors and you’re engulfed in it. People! Neon and the stench of alcohol and talking, laughing, bodies shoulder to shoulder at a bar counter. It’s packed, it’s busy, it’s safe. “Help,” you say, but it’s too loud. They can’t hear you. Music, blaring guitar, a sports game on the TV in the back. “Help me. Please help me!” 

You go to the bar, slam your hands down on the counter. So much dirt and grime, blood under your nails. The bartender takes one look at you and fumbles, drops the glass in his hand. You hear it shatter under the counter. “Christ,” he says. “Is, uh…is that—?” 

“That’s them, yeah.” 

You choke on a gasp. Fuck. You didn’t look close enough. Weren’t paying attention. People, you thought, and charged in without a second thought. Right next to you, seated on a barstool, elbow on the counter and chin resting against his hand—

“Sit,” he commands. A shiver runs down your spine. You fight the impulse to obey. Your body revolts, breaking out in a cold sweat. Those animal eyes are even more frightening in a human face. “Gone for a day and forgot how to behave already?” You’re acutely, painfully aware of everything, from his casual posture to the lazy smile on his face, the neon shine reflecting off of his leather jacket. “You’d better close for the night,” he says. The bartender doesn’t even stop to grab anything, doesn’t say a word, just walks straight out the doors and never looks back. A few other patrons follow, but a few stubborn stragglers refuse to move. One of them gets between the two of you, drunk, slurring his words. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he says, just before his face is slammed into the bar counter. 

You don’t move. You don’t speak. You stand there, your gaze trained on the floor and your bare, mangled feet, as shouting turns to squealing and dies to pained groans. You hear his nose crunch. You hear his face turn to tenderized meat. You hear stools scraping the floor and clattering, overturned, as everyone else makes a dash for the doors. The only one left squirms helplessly in the grasp of your alpha, hair caught between clawed fingers. There’s no anger on your alpha’s face, no strong attachment to the violence he’s inflicting. He reaches across the counter and grabs an empty beer bottle, smashing it into a pronged, jagged weapon. It goes into the man’s throat with swift, brutal precision, a hard squelch and splatter. The body slumps over the counter, clawing at a bleeding, gaping wound, and then falls still. 

Your alpha wipes the blood on his jeans. He leaves the corpse there, ignores it as he takes his phone out of his pocket. He texts someone, lets out an amused exhale. You take a step back and he pins you in place with nothing but a sharp glance. “You wanna make this worse?” he asks. 

You can’t breathe. You’d thought about this—had nightmares, woke up screaming—thought about what you’d say to him. Now, nothing comes to mind. Instinct tells you to lower yourself. Sit or kneel. Show your throat and apologize. “Please,” you say, a sob building in your throat. “Please, I want…I don’t—” 

“Don’t wanna get punished?” His eyes are amber, burning gold. “Shouldn’t have run, then. Easy as that.” 

“I wanna go home.” 

“Why do you think I’m here?” he asks. “You should be grateful. You’re not gonna freeze to death tonight.” 

“That’s not my—” 

The bar counter cracks and splinters as he slams his fist down. His whole body lurches forward as he just narrowly holds himself back from lunging at you. Your alpha exhales, runs a hand over his face. His ears have grown pointed, lightly furred at the tips. You listen to his harsh, uneven breaths, a curved fang retracting back behind his lips. “You’re lucky,” he mutters. “So fucking lucky I give a shit about you. You remember the territory dispute? Remember all those bones we found in that basement? The chains on the walls? You want that to be you?” You shake your head and he growls. “I asked you a fucking question. Is that what you want? Do you want me to treat you like shit? Wanna get forgotten in some musty fucking dungeon, never see the sun again?” 

“No,” you sob. The dam breaks. Everything you’ve been holding in, all the pain and fear and helplessness comes surging out at once. You collapse, your knees bruising on the wooden floor. You can’t run anymore. This is as far as you go. Your alpha appraises you with cold eyes. “I’m sorry,” you say. 

“You don’t mean it,” he murmurs. 

“I do! I’m sorry! I’m…I don’t want…” 

The doors open behind you, cold air rushing in. There’s a commotion, a few shouts and jeers and clapping as people—not people, not really—start to file in, surrounding you. You see familiar work boots, lace-up, steel-toed. A few pairs of slips on and tennis shoes. You cry out when somebody’s hand closes around the nape of your neck, squeezing, forcing your head down against the floor. A warm body folds against your back and you hear snickering. 

“I almost had you!” you hear, a boyish singsong that devolves into laughter. Sully rocks his hips and he’s naked, you realize, just shifted back. His cock is hard and throbbing against your ass, rubbing a damp spot of precum into your underwear. “Aww, are you tired? Poor little human all tuckered out? That’s okay. We caught you now, so you can relax.” 

“Wasn’t you, jackass. They’ve been running all fucking night,” Basil mutters. He’s standing to your right, dirt caked to his sneakers. 

“But I’m the one who herded them here,” Sully insists. You whimper when he starts humping you, his hips pumping in quick, animal motions. It’s reflex more than conscious thought, the familiarity of your warmth and softness under him. 

“We all herded. You just got the last stretch. Y’know, the easy part.” 

“You’re just mad ‘cuz you’re not ranked high enough to have a taste till we get home.” 

“Stop fucking fighting,” the alpha says. There’s no real bite to the words, just bemused affection. “Let Blake through.”

The crowd parts. Sully’s grip on your neck eases and someone kneels in front of you. Gentle fingers caress your chin and urge you to look up. Faded jeans. Aviator jacket. Dark hair streaked with gray and silver and stern, worried eyes. Your beta says nothing. You feel small under his scrutiny, embarrassed and ashamed. He examines the swelling on your bruised cheek, the scrapes on your forehead. 

Finally, he says, “We were worried about you.” His palms are warm and soothing against your skin and you fight the urge to lean into him. “You could’ve gotten hurt out here, you know. You could’ve gotten into serious trouble. Not all humans understand or respect pack laws. Are you listening to me?” He keeps his voice gentle and steady, never raising it, never growling. His thumb strokes your cheek. “I think you are. I think you’re just being difficult. That’s okay. You were difficult when we found you. Do you remember that? We trained it out of you. I’m surprised you got this far. You’re not going to run again, though, are you?” 

You swallow hard. The others are quiet. You hear a barstool creak as your alpha stands and approaches. It’s hard not to whimper or flinch. He doesn’t intervene. He just stands there at the edge of the circle. You feel his gaze burning into your skin. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” your beta says. “You’re not going to run again, are you?” 

You tremble. It’s hard. You want to speak. You want to promise him you won’t run, you won’t disobey, you’ll do everything they tell you. You want it all to stop. But you know how this is going to end. You don’t want this to be for nothing. Your only freedom is this small act of defiance, resisting everything they drilled into you. It’s all you have left.

Your beta pets you like a dog. His touch is gentle. He strokes your hair and the smallest whimper escapes you. “Max,” he says. Someone behind you steps forward. “Basil.” You hear spluttering, a shocked, “Wait, I…really? Holy fuck. For real? I can?” that your beta ignores completely. “Sully.”

“One step ahead of you. Hold still, cutie.” Sully rips your clothes off in shredded fistfuls, uncaring of how his claws carelessly slice into your skin. “Oh—fuck, sorry, alpha. I think that was your shirt.” 

“It’s fine,” your alpha says. “Reeked of outsiders anyway.” 

A panicked, “Wait!” slips out before you can stop it, a scared noise that draws their attention like bloodhounds to a deer. “I can’t…hurts…” 

“It would hurt less if you hadn’t made us chase you this far,” your beta says calmly. He holds you still as the others close in, his grip on your chin tightening. “It wouldn’t hurt at all if you didn’t run away.” 

Sully fucks you open with hard, punishing thrusts, spurred on by your shrieks and crying. “Fuck!” he groans, hips pumping until you’re completely, painfully full. He grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading, sinking his claws in. You yelp when he slaps you, the shape of his palm seared into your skin. “Ngh, you feel so good!”

You’re in such agony that you don’t realize someone else is touching you, not until you feel a large, calloused hand fold your fingers around a hard cock. “There we go,” Max’s low, quiet voice murmurs. “Just like that. Now do it on your own.” Max is so big he fills your palm. It’s humiliating, how easily you give in. They trained you so well that you don’t have to think about it, squeezing just above the engorged flesh of his knot and making him moan. 

“Do I just—?” Basil shifts nervously on your other side. “Should I—? I mean, I don’t wanna overstep…”

“Come here, Basil,” your beta says. He almost trips over his own feet in his rush to obey. Every set of eyes in this room is looking right at you, watching you quiver and moan. Sully slams into you from behind and keeps a firm grip on your hips, keeping you from moving away. He’s already close, too pent up and excited from the chase. He starts rutting mindlessly, nipping at your shoulders and the side of your neck. 

“Gonna cum,” Sully mutters. 

“No knotting,” your beta says. 

“Aw, but—but!” 

“Sully,” your alpha growls. 

All the air in your lungs leaves in a rush when Sully tears out of you. You hear him snarl, sounding just like he did as a wolf, and then his teeth are in your neck. He latches onto an old scar, tearing the bumpy flesh open again. He doesn’t let go until his harsh panting evens out, until the obscene, slick sounds of him jerking off slow from their frenzied pace and you feel his cum splatter across your back. “Just you wait,” he mutters, kissing the bloody bite he leaves behind. “Gonna fuck you stupid when we get home. Gonna stuff you with my knot all night.” His weight leaves your body and you’re cold, your back arched and your entrance spasming, clamping down on nothing. You wanted him to cum inside, and the realization makes you feel sick. 

Your beta shows Basil how to hold your jaw. How to stroke your hair, how to pull when you misbehave. Just enough force to make your scalp burn and tears prick your eyes. Someone else takes Sully’s place and fills you in one brutal thrust and your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Holy fuck,” Basil gasps. You take him easily. You barely gag. His length fills your mouth and his tip bumps the back of your throat, and your instincts are pleased, purring. You don’t feel human anymore. “Shit, they’re—so fucking good!” 

“...long drive back. Shouldn’t stay too long,” you think your beta says, but you aren’t listening. Can’t, not with all the growling, the slap of flesh against flesh, the ringing in your ears as your toes curl and you feel the smothering rightness of your place here on your knees. Max cums on your hand and then he thrusts his softening cock against it, smearing his scent between your fingers and over your wrist. Marking you. Making you theirs again. Basil starts to move his hips, a slow, shaky pace as he praises you breathlessly, calls you good and sweet and perfect. The praise makes you giddy and you relax your throat, drooling around his length as his balls slap your chin. 

“...few more times, just to be sure,” your alpha says, his voice sounding so far away. His eyes find yours and you try to bare your neck to him even now with Basil fucking your throat, arching your back and meeting the thrusts of the person behind you, presenting yourself just the way he likes. 

Your alpha smiles for the first time that night and everything hurts so much less.