#and yes i am going to a con this year!! it's in a week

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

oh we back in business folks

[withlovemark]

“how to make a girl cum?”

synopsis -> mark lee. 25 years old. too busy with his career. has only ever touched a girl once in his life and he’s not even sure it counts considering she didn’t cum and he lasted 7 seconds. all he knows is his hand and what he watches from porn. you’re absolutely tired of seeing your loser of a best friend, who’s supposed to be this hot sexy idol, fumble every girl he comes in contact with because of his fear of sexual acts…so you decide to help him out.

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), praising kink if you squint

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“how are things with belle?,” you ask mark! who is seated right next to you on the black couch in the middle of the practice room. the two of you alone in this room full of mirrors.

“oh dude, i ended things with her,” he says nonchalantly.

“what!? why? weren’t you just telling me last week how she was perfect?,”

“exactly! it was getting too serious, she touched my thigh and i was like okay, yeah, we’re done,”

“are you fucking kidding me? this again,” you sigh in disappointment. he practically begged you to introduce her to him and he just pulls away like he always does.

“uhhh yes this again,” he replies blatantly, rolling his eyes, “remember what happened last time with that other girl, she laughed at my face and told me it was disappointing that i didn’t live up to everyone’s expectations yet alone even make her cum,” he cringed at the words, that day vividly replaying in his mind like a reoccurring nightmare.

“it was your first time mark, cut yourself some slack, it happens!,” you reassure him for the millionth time.

“yeah, no, i’d rather die a virgin than go through that embarrassment ever again,” he scoffs and you almost can’t believe what you’re about to say but your best friend needed serious help.

“how about you do some practice?,”

he looks at you like you just said the most ridiculous thing ever, “and who exactly am i gonna practice on?”

“me,”

“what?!”

“me,” you repeat even louder.

“i-what?”

“me! mark,” he freezes on the spot, registering your words and for a second you’re afraid you broke him until he breaks the silence, “no.”

“and why the fuck not? do you think i’m ugly?,”

“what?! no dude, you’re fucking hot,” the comment going straight to your head, giving you a boost of confidence.

“so what’s stopping you?,”

“dude, c'mon, you’re literally my best friend!”

“so?,”

“best friends don’t touch each other,”

“sure but as your best friend i can’t keep seeing you sabotage potential relationships because of something as silly as this!,” you argue while he still looks at you like you were crazy.

“i promise i won't laugh at you and i promise you will at least know how to make a girl cum after this,” you continue, becoming more compelling with every second that passes.

mark sits there in silence, weighing out the pros and cons of this agreement…and well, he couldn’t think of any cons. plus, you’re the only person he trusts enough to do this with.

he sighs deeply, finally making up his mind, “when do we start?”

you smirk at his response, happy to hear him agree, “right now.”

“what!? no!,”

“but you just agreed!,”

“yeah but i gotta do research first,”

“you mean watch more porn??,” you roll your eyes, scoffing, “THIS is your research, it’s not gonna get better than actually experiencing it firsthand,” you make your point and mark can’t argue with that.

he does learn faster when he’s doing it himself.

“okay,” he nods slowly, trying to come to terms that this is happening now.

“okay,” you agreed, slowly inching the space in between you, “we’re in a practice room after all,” you smirk, whispering against his ear, sending goosebumps throughout mark’s body as he waits for you to take the lead, not quite sure if this is real or just a figment of his imagination.

you notice the way he froze, only indication that he was still in the room was the anxious bouncing of his leg, eyes staring straight at the floor, “relax, mark,” you say, placing your hand gently on his thigh. mark gulps, staring at your hand, still refusing to look at you.

“well, this just won't do,” you break the silence, grabbing his hand and pulling him across the room, making him sit on the floor – right in front of the mirror.

“wh-what?,” he sputters, looking up at your figure, still standing in front of him.

“now you have no choice but to look at me,” you tease, slowly removing your pants, leaving you in your panties before quickly taking your seat right in between mark’s legs, back rested against his body, facing the mirror ahead of you. this was as vulnerable for you as it was for him.

mark watches it all unfold in a blink of an eye, seeing you in your pink lacy underwear has got him salivating, the gravity of the situation settling in him…he was about to touch his very hot best friend.

“mark,” you call out to him, snapping him out of his daydream, his eyes following your voice, “yeah?,” he responds quietly, finding it hard to breathe. you give him a gentle smile, “is this okay?,” you ask, making yourself comfortable in the space between him. he responds in slow nods, the warmth from your body making it hard for him to think about anything else but you.

“good,” you part your legs for him, grabbing his hand and placing it on your clothed core, “touch me,” a light shocked expression appeared on his face due to your boldness before he obeyed, lightly rubbing his fingers against your panties.

“more pressure, mark,” he immediately follows your command, adding more pressure to his fingers as he slid them up and down the cotton barrier. you release a sigh of pleasure, feeling your arousal start to build up, watching mark through the mirror as he focuses on his fingers, eyebrow’s furrowing, making sure he’s rubbing you with the just the right amount of pressure.

it’s cute how determined he looks.

“don’t think too hard about it, you’re doing so well, can’t you feel how wet my panties are now?,” his cock twitching at your praise as your stained panties were starting to feel sticky against your cunt.

“take them off,” you demand. mark follows straight away, gently removing your panties off of you, leaving you completely bare, all for him.

“look in the mirror, mark,” you order and for the first time he finally makes eye contact with you through the glass, “look how wet i am for you,” you pout, your juices glistening under the lights.

mark can’t help but stare in awe, “dude, i-i did this?,” he says unsure, cheeks pink.

the nickname makes you frown, “do not call me dude when you’re about to have your fingers inside me,” you reprimand and he lets out a tiny apology before you grab his hand, placing it back on your cunt.

“now, show me what you know,”

marks fingers are back on you, rubbing you the way he did before, his fingers easily sliding up and down your slick folds, the friction making you whine under his touch. he takes that as a sign and without any warning, jams a finger in, immediately thrusting them in and out of you at an already brutal speed, making you hiss in pain.

“stop!,” you say, legs instinctively closing as he quickly pulls his fingers out, eyes wide, afraid.

“that did not feel good,” you give your feedback and he almost crashes out, the reminder of him being bad at this catching up to him, “b-but that's what they do in all the videos!” he sputters out, slightly panicking.

oh, how badly he needed your help.

“just take it slow mark, there’s no rush,” you smile softly, trying to comfort him, “here,” you grab his finger, controlling his speed as he slides down your core again, finger slowly disappearing inside you, following the curve of your pussy.

you let out a shaky breath at the slow intrusion, feeling your walls tighten around his digit. like this, you can feel how much longer his finger is compared to your own, reaching that spot so easily, “now curl it,” you instruct and he curls it perfectly on the first try, eliciting a moan from you, making his cock twitch.

“good boy,” you praise, boosting mark’s confidence as he curls his finger in the same spot again and again. you let go of his hand, letting him take over as he took note of every moan that spilled from your lips.

“i-is this good?,” he asks, adding another finger in and curling it just the way you like it.

“s-so good mark,” you whine under his touch, approving his action, “go faster now,” you say, hips arching up, needing more from him.

mark loves watching the way your body reacts to his hand and almost like his free hand had a mind of it’s own, it finds its way around your sensitive bud, rubbing slow but harsh circles, “ohhh fuuck,” you moan, head falling back to his shoulder as your hand gripped his thigh trying to ground yourself, the tension in your stomach tightening.

“yeah?, you like that baby?,” he whispers against your ear, the nickname sending tingles down your core, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers. mark doesn’t need to hear your answer with the way your body speaks to him, he takes note of all of it.

“s-say that again,” you gasp, fingers continuing to move inside you while the tingle in your stomach keeps growing and growing, mark’s newfound confidence becoming stronger and stronger with every moan you give him.

“gonna make my baby cum,” he grunts in your ear, more determined than ever to get a job done. you watch it all play out on the mirror in front of you — body trapped in his, mark’s fingers curling in and out of you, juices leaking onto his fingers, eyebrows slightly furrowed, light sweat dripping down his forehead, muscles clenching.

he’s so focused on you, and he looks fucking hot doing so.

you can’t help yourself, turning your head towards him and catching his lips in yours. mark halts his movement for a quick second before regaining his composure, kissing you back ferociously, tongue meeting yours, quickly taking the lead. he did not need any tips for this – mark was a good fucking kisser, great even.

his lips moving with yours heightens the rest of your senses, drowning out all the other noises and only focusing on the boy next to you. you feel everything — the circles around your clit, the curls of his finger, his rock hard cock against your back; making you feel lightheaded, heat traveling throughout your body as mark swallowed your moans with his kisses.

you only pull away when your release took over, “—gonna cum,” you barely warn him, head falling back to his shoulder, eyes rolling back, toes curling as you let out a strangled gasp, the mind bending orgasm making your body shake, mark coaxing you through it.

“made my baby cum on the first try,” he softly teases, leaving soft kisses on your temple as he watches you unravel through the mirror. your hips arched up as you leaned on him for support, eyes closed, lips flushed, looking absolutely fucked out and his own body can’t help but react to the scene, staining his sweats.

you try to calm your erratic breathing, eyes fluttering open to the scene of mark licking his fingers clean off your arousal, “how does it taste?,” you tease. his eyes darken at your question, looking right at you through the mirror, “so good baby…you taste so good,” he says before diving his fingers back to your cunt, making you jump, as he collected the remaining juices, bringing it back to his lips, humming in satisfaction, eye contact never breaking – the action turning you on more than ever.

“congrats, you just made a girl cum,” you smirk, turning around on your knees to face him.

he lets out a nervous chuckle, glancing at you with uncertainty. "be honest, how was it, really?" he asks, his voice tinged with anxiety and you can tell the burst of confidence he had earlier was gone.

“honestly,” you start, gaining his full attention, “soo good mark, you learn so quickly…you think you can make me do it again?,” you ask, doe eyes innocently looking up at his brown ones.

he nods furiously at your request, hands immediately going to your hips, getting ready to turn you around and have you back in the same position before you stop him.

“hmm, i was thinking, maybe you can make me cum on your cock?,” you ask and mark chokes on his own breath, glancing around the room, getting shy under your gaze.

“i-uhm, i already came in my pants,” he whispers, afraid to confess it out loud.

“that’s. so. hot.” you comment, hands finding its way to his thighs, as you observe the wet stain on his grey sweats, capturing mark’s attention.

“wait? really?”

“mhm, i think it’s really hot how much effect i have on you, cumming in your pants and i didn’t even have to touch you,” you tease, his pants feeling tighter and tighter, “what do you say, mark?, you want to cum again?,” you whisper, pouting your lips.

“fuck y/n,” he whines breathily, you had him wrapped around your fingers now, how could he ever say no?

he pulled you towards him, taking the lead and smashing his lips against yours, gently sucking, tongues battling for dominance. your hand wraps around his neck, fingers finding its way to his hair, gripping it gently. the action enough to harden his cock.

quickly you pull away, taking off your shirt, pink lacy bra coming into view matching your panties. mark takes a second to admire your body, warm hands squeezing your waist, before following suit, discarding his own clothes to the side, leaving him in his stained boxers, lips back on yours as you continue to explore each other’s mouths.

your hand travelled down his chest to his torso, lower and lower, slipping inside his boxers and wrapping around his cock, earning a moan from him. you take note of how long he is, the anticipation of him inside you making your pussy twitch, insides bubbling once again.

you pump him once, twice…his whines against your lips, making you clench around nothing but air.

“stop it baby, i'm not gonna last if you do that,” he pleads and you want so badly to just have your way with him, pumping him to finish as he withers in his moans but before you could do so, he pushes your hand away, creating space between you.

“stop, please…want to be inside you,” he cries, shutting his eyes, trying to calm himself down as he slows his breathing, holding you an arm length away. he feels like he’s gonna burst any minute now and he really doesn’t want to do that without making you cum a second time.

“okay, mark,” you follow his order, “you’re in charge, baby,” you give up control, waiting for mark to take the lead, as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying his best push away his orgasm. he slowly opens his eyes, all his breathing work practically useless at the sight of you.

“you’re so pretty,” he says before his hands wrapped around your hips, easily picking you up. you let out a quiet yelp at his sudden action. your best friend was a lot stronger than he looks.

he makes his way over to the couch, gently placing you down, body hovering over you as you push his boxers down, pink cock springing up, hitting his belly.

there was absolutely no going back from this.

“mark, do you have a condom?,”

“fuck,” he says looking at you wide eyed, “i-i dont have one,” he stutters, frustrated, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes at the thought of not being able to satisfy you.

“you don’t carry one around?,”

“dude, we’re literally in this situation because i don’t get any action,” he reminds you, earning a laugh from you – you almost forgot…especially with how good his touches felt against your skin.

“you’re laughing, i don’t have a condom and you’re laughing,” he says in disbelief, annoyed at himself, his frustration increasing every second your laugh reaches his ears, “hey, you promised you wouldn’t laugh,” he pouts, gently poking your sides, a small smile displayed on his lips.

“sorry, sorry, i-just, you should’ve seen your face, you look like you’re about to cry,” you point out, calming down, “i’m on the pill mark, its okay,” you soothe him, and mark’s jaw almost drops to the floor.

the last and first time he had “sex” with a girl, he came in the condom as soon as he bottomed in and now he expects himself to last more than 7 seconds with you? raw? he freezes once again and you notice the change in his demeanor.

“don’t be scared mark, we’ll take it at your pace,” you comfort him, turning his head towards you for a soft, gentle kiss – so much different from the rushed kisses you previously shared.

“hey, i'm your best friend, okay, you can trust me,” you remind him, giving him a small smile “it’s okay if you cum faster than me, you’ll know what to do if that happens,” you assure him, completely trusting him with your body and all his worries fade away.

mark finally snaps out of his overthinking mind, taking the lead once again, soft lips on yours as he gently pushes you down, back against the couch, body completely hovering over you.

he swipes his cock against your folds, collecting your juices, making you shiver in anticipation, before lining against your core, slowly pushing the tip in your hole, he breathes in — you feel so fucking warm. you moan at the invasion, walls expanding, adjusting to the size of his cock as he slowly pushed inside. synchronized moans filling up the air as he bottomed in, walls tightly clenching around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper you swear you can feel him in your cervix — feel every vein on his cock twitching.

“fuuck mark, you fit perfectly,” you whine, never have you had anything feel this good inside you and he hasn’t even moved. the comment makes him blush. he was gonna have to bring that up later…right now, he’s committed to redeeming himself and pleasing you.

he starts thrusting slowly, focused on your reaction, “hmmm, feels soo good mark,” you whine. he recalls the curl of his fingers inside you, making sure he angles his cock the same way, hitting you exactly where you need it. he finds it almost instantly, faster than any other guy has ever found it, “oh god, mark-fuck,” you jumble your words, too caught up with how he’s making you feel. the slowness of it all making it more intimate, each thrust properly hitting you deep inside, back arching at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, deep grunts right by your ear, hips meeting his.

“y-you’re so fucking tight baby mhm, making it so hard f-for me,” he whimpers, quickening his pace, the sound of clapping starting to echo throughout the walls, moans mixing in the air, the growing tension in your belly making you feel hot as you gripped his toned arm muscles.

“f-fuck mark, i-im close,” you gasped. your sensitivity from your previous orgasm quickly catching up to you, as he continued his thrusts, “m-me too baby,” he stutters, cock twitching inside you.

his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing quick circles. “oh fuck! mark, mark, mark-,” you moan over and over again, forgetting every other word but his name.

he feels like he's going to explode. the amount of restraint he was holding on to to make sure you came before him is making him feel lightheaded — desperate.

“c’mon baby, c-come with me please,” he pleadingly whines, thrusts gaining more speed, your juices making it easier for him to slide in and out, toes curling at the sensation as you feel the heat rise, the coil in your stomach making you gasp for air.

you didn't have time to warn him before your walls immediately closed in on his cock, second orgasm completely taking over, body going slack, breathy moans slipping past your lips, eyes shut, the tension in your stomach coming undone.

mark’s movements falter on top of you, your release triggering his as he paint your walls white, “fuuuck baby,” he groans, head burrowed into your neck, breathing heavily, body shaking on top of yours.

mark slowly pulls out, making you hiss at the loss of contact. you watch, in amazement, as your mixed juices spill out of your throbbing cunt, pussy still pulsating.

“how was that?,” he asks earnestly awaiting your response and all you could do is shoot him a smile, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?,” you ask, making him chuckle in satisfaction.

“good?,” he wanted to hear it from you.

“very good, mark,” you nod in approval earning a smile from him as he got up to get his shirt, using the fabric to clean you up.

“you’re a really quick learner,” you praise him.

“or i just have a really good teacher,” he shrugs, refusing to take credit for the mess the two of you made.

“well, i barely had to tell you anything for that one, you really took notes earlier huh?” you point out, as he sat down next to you, “i guess so,” he says, a small smile on display.

“think you got it, now? won’t be sabotaging any potential relationships anymore?,” you tease, disheveling his hair, a playful smile on your lips.

“hmm,” he hums, pondering.

truthfully, he was proud of himself, he really was scared over nothing, or maybe…maybe it was because you were his partner? and that made everything different. he trusts you which made it easier for him to not get caught up in his own fears, the sound of your moans and praises pushing away all his anxieties, leading him to success.

he wants to hear it again.

mark smiles mischievously, bright eyes shining, before turning to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, “i don’t know baby, i think i might need more practice,” he says cheekily, lips on yours once again as he unhooks your bra.

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au: whew! well that’s that >.< genuinely….what do i need to do in life to make sure this happens to me and mark ?????????

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Hello, would you consider writing a unit chief Emily Prentiss x R story? Where reader has nipple piercings and one day at the air conditioner at the BAU breaks so readers in a tank top so the outline of them is noticeable. And of course Derek is the first to notice so he loudly points it out which draws the teams attention to them, and let’s just say Emily very intrigued with them. You could right smut for it if you want to but if not that’s okay.

The Heatwave

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: choking, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, strap on, alcohol, piercings

“You can’t be serious. Thursday? In the middle of this heatwave? We’re going to die.”

Listening to Garcia complain to Morgan was not helping you concentrate on the report Emily wanted on her desk. You swiped the back of your wrist along your forehead, wiping away the sweat threatening to drip into your eye. Your hair was tied up, exposing the back of your neck, begging for a breeze to come along. You needed some sweet relief or you might collapse at your desk.

Summer was particularly brutal that year. You’d been sweating on your commute to and from the office, the air con the only thing keeping you going through the day. But yesterday there had been a weird noise, a shudder in the vents and the cold air had stopped. You weren’t you’d managed to dry out since.

Wiping more sweat away, you sighed. Your tank top was doing nothing to save you from the fires of hell licking at your skin. You groaned, head thunking against the desk.

“See? Brink of death already,” Garcia said, standing behind you.

“I’m not dead,” you said, muffled into the wood of your desk.

“Yet. I’m going to have to go flirt with the maintenance guy and he always stares because he knows that I am a prime woman that he can not keep up with,” she said.

“Of course you are, baby girl. Now go work that pretty face of yours,” Morgan said.

You sighed, sitting up again. It’s not as if you’d be getting any work done with them at your desk, and nor could you nap in the heat. Just the feeling of your skin was making you feel insane.

“When are they going to fix this damned thing?” Emily said, striding out of her office, file clutched in her hand. You felt your heart skip a beat. She was hotter than the heatwave you were going through, and even sweaty, she still made you catch your breath. It wasn’t fair how sexy she was when you were a gross mess.

“Thursday,” Garcia called over to her.

“Can’t we do something about that? she asked, striding over to the huddle that had sprung up at your desk.

“Do you want to flirt with the maintenance guy?” Garcia asked.

“The one with the lazy eye or the one who always smells like cheese?” she asked.

“That’s the same person and yes, that one,” she replied.

Emily shook her head, nose wrinkled. Garcia sighed, crossing her arms over her chest then immediately uncrossing them.

“Hey, what’s that on your chest?” Morgan asked, pointing.

You looked down, not able to see anything out the ordinary. You looked back up, finding him staring at your chest. Then it clicked. You knew he’d been too quiet, and you’d been so distracted by Emily that you hadn’t noticed.

“Are you staring at my tits?” you asked him.

“No,” he said, looking up to your eye, “yes.”

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, much in the way Garcia had. It only pushed your tits up, making them more obvious. Garcia was openly looking, eyebrows drawing together until realisation dawned over her face. Emily’s eyes darted down then up to your face again, tongue darting out to drag along her bottom lip. The tension that had been stretching between the two of you for weeks was making you arch your back just a little, giving her a better view.

“Not that it’s anyone’s business,” you said, trying to not get flustered from the heat in Emily’s gaze, “but I have my nipples pierced.”

You lifted your chin, waiting for one of them to say something. A grin spread over Morgan’s face and you could already hear the comments. You glared, waiting for him to say something.

“The girls like that, huh?” he asked.

“They don’t hate it,” you replied.

You couldn’t bare to look at Emily. You might implode if you did. Her reaction could either make or break your ability to think around her. Although, you were hoping she was one of the girls who didn’t hate it.

“Now, if we’re done talking about my nipples, I believe Garcia has a maintenance man to flirt with so none of us die before Thursday,” you said.

You turned back to your computer, your report waiting for you. You did your best to continue working, feeling the weight of the three people standing behind you slow to move away. You were done talking about it in front of your boss, who happened to be the one person you thought about when your fingers were buried deep within you.

“Turns out flirting with Manny in maintenance did nothing. He’s called a guy from the air conditioning company to come fix it and wouldn’t give me his number so I could flirt with him,” Garcia said, stopping by your desk, “so pool party at Rossi’s tonight. You in?”

“Does he know you’re hosting a pool party at his place?” you asked.

“Of course,” she said, “bring your best bikini.”

It was a relief to change into your bikini after work. The cool brush of air on your skin before you pulled on a pair of shorts and loose t-shirt. The air con in your car was the only thing getting you through the drive, bare thighs sticking to the leather of the seat. You parked, staring up at the big house. You jumped when someone knocked on your window.

“Hey,” you said, stepping out of your car.

“So they roped you into this too, huh?” Emily said, closing the door for you, trapping you against the car. Your eyes flicked down her body, a tank top and jeans covering whatever swimsuit she had on. You hadn’t thought about the possibility of seeing her in one when you’d agreed to come.

“Are you kidding? Free pool and free drinks? Count me in,” you said.

She chuckled, those dark eyes sweeping over you. Your skin felt on fire and you couldn’t tell if it was from the heat wave or from the sexy woman in front of you.

“Earlier, at the office,” she said, that tongue you’d dreamt about dragging along her lower lip, “when you were talking about-“

“Are you two going to stand out there all night or are you going to come get wet?”

You jumped, back hitting the side of your car as you startled. Garcia was standing in the doorway, looking at the two of you like you’d both lost your minds. You laughed, trying to cover the dirty thoughts slipping through your mind at Garcia’s words.

“Come on,” you said.

You slipped past her, body brushing against hers. Her eyes were still trained on you, sweeping over your body, and you were trying your best not to read too much into it. You combed your fingers through your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail to get it off the sticky skin of your neck. With your back to her, you missed the way Emily watched you, eyes darkening and lips pulling up into a smirk.

You were quick to pick up an ice cold beer as you passed through the kitchen, plucking it from the cooler. Derek flung his arm over your shoulders, already dripping from the pool. You wrinkled your nose, shoving his arm off you.

“What took you so long?” Morgan asked, “changing into more pool appropriate jewellery?”

“You keep that up and you’ll never get out of that pool,” you replied.

“Do you have to change them to make them pool safe?” Garcia asked.

“Change what?” Spencer asked, dipping his toe into the pool, trousers rolled up to his ankles.

“My piercings. They’re the big news of the day,” you replied, “we’re not talking about this any more.”

“But you don’t have your ears-“

You shoved Reid in the shoulder. His arms windmilled before he fell forward, a large splash going up, water landing on your bare legs. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep the giggles in. They burst from you, unwilling to be contained. He was gasping for air when he emerged from the water, hair plastered to his face.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Emily chided, coming up behind you.

“I told him we weren’t talking about it anymore,” you said.

“Of course you were,” she said.

You weren’t expecting her hands landing on your shoulders, warm through the thin cotton of your shirt. With very little effort, she shoved you backwards, straight into the cold water of the pool. Your shriek was cut off as you went under.

Spluttering, you surfaced from the water. The laughter was surrounding you. You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of the pool, offering a hand to Reid to pull him out after you.

“Alright, point taken,” you said, “can we stop talking about my nipples now?”

“Oh.” Spencer’s face turned into a tomato.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Wringing it out over the pool, you didn’t notice the way Emily’s eyes were lingering on your bare skin, water dripping down your body. You turned, slinging the shirt over one of the loungers, once again failing to notice how Emily’s eyes lingered where your piercings were pressing up against your bikini top.

“Alright, I’m getting another beer since mine is now at the bottom of the pool,” you said, “spoils to the victors I guess.”

Stripping your sneakers and socks off, you left them on the deck and stepped back into the kitchen. Bending, you rummaged through the ice and the cans for a bottle. You stood, empty handed, disappointment making you sigh.

“Oh, have we already run out?”

You jerked, spinning towards the woman you hadn’t heard follow you. Bumping into her, something cold sloshed over your skin. The bottle held in her hand was sweating in the warm air and the scent of beer was on the air.

“I’m so sorry,” Emily said, finger swiping through the beer clinging to your skin, right over the soft skin beside the wet fabric of your bikini.

“It’s alright. It was an accident,” you said, breath catching, heart thudding, skin heating.

“You might want to clean up. We wouldn’t want you to be so…” She raised her dark eyes from where she’d been watching her finger trail through the beer on your skin, “sticky.”

You stumbled back a step from her, heart racing. You had no idea what was going through her head but all you could think was how you wanted her tongue to trace the same route as her finger.

“I’m going to… go wash this off,” you said, slipping past her.

Her eyes followed you out of the room and this time you did notice. You weren’t fleeing but you were strategically retreating or else you might beg her lick you clean. You closed the door, giving yourself room to breathe again.

Turning on the faucet, you dabbed at the trail of drying beer on your skin. When you looked up again you found the door opening and a dark haired figure sliding into the bathroom with you. Your eyes widened when they met Emily’s in the mirror.

“Sorry. I’ll just be a second,” you said.

“No rush,” she hummed.

Reaching around you, she placed the glass bottle down on the edge of the sink, arm brushing against the dip of your waist. You stilled, frozen from how close she was, staring into her face. Lips pulled up into a confident smirk. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding your breath as she seemed to draw even closer.

“I was hoping to get you alone tonight. I have a favour to ask,” she said, voice deepening as her eyes swept down again, focusing on your bare skin and the way your hardened nipples were showing through your bikini top.

“Oh?” you squeaked.

“Will you show me your piercings?” she asked.

You stuttered over an answer, cheeks heating as the thought of showing her filled your head. Your head quickly emptied of thoughts as her finger came up, playing with the string of your bikini. It brushed up over your collarbone before gently running over your pulse point. She watched you as she gently tugged on it, snapping it back against your skin.

“Please?” she asked, voice lowering until it was an intimate whisper.

“Alright,” you said, breathless, desperate, her touch making you a mess with so little effort.

She stepped back, her hand slipping from you. You took a deep shuddering breath, reaching up to slowly pull the knot free. Her tongue dragged along her lower lip as your top slid free, exposing your chest to her. One hand came up, resting against your ribs, steadying you as she stared down at your tits.

“So pretty,” she murmured.

One finger gently tapped on the ball at the end of the bar of one of the piercings. Your sharp inhalation brought her eyes up to yours, smouldering as she did it again. You weren’t aware of arching your back, pushing them towards her but her satisfied smirk was answer enough.

“Does that feel good, princess?” she asked. That nickname sent a jolt of pleasure right between your thighs.

“Uh huh,” you replied.

She gently tugged on the other, your small whimper making her chuckle.

“Use you words, princess,” she said.

“Feels so good,” you replied.

She did it again, a little rougher. Her name was a soft sigh, arching even further, practically begging her to continue. She complied, both hands playing with the jewellery in your nipples. Your fingers clutched at the counter, holding you up as you lent backwards.

“And what do you say when I make you feel so good?” she murmured, drawing closer.

“Thank you, daddy,” slipped from between your lips, surprising you. Your eyes widened, an apology ready, until you saw the way her eyes darkened, a sharp tug on one piercing then the other making you forget why you should.

She lent forward, breath ghosting over your hardened nipples. You froze, waiting to see what she was about to do. Her pink tongue ran along the length of one bar. Your moan was embarrassing in your ears but her hands were wrapped around your ribs, holding you in place as she did the same thing to the other one. She hummed, doing it again, transitioning from metal to flesh back to metal.

The clack of her teeth against the metal startled you until she tugged again, lips brushing flesh. Your knees were turning to jelly and you were gasping for air, but she held you in place as she played with your jewellery. Your head tipped back, fingers tangling in her dark hair as you pressed her closer. She hummed again, taking your nippled in her mouth, tongue playing with the piercing.

The throbbing between your legs was growing and you could feel how wet you were. You wanted her. You wanted her so badly it was like a physical thing, lodged in your chest. The vibration of her moan while her eyes looked up at you made you make small noise in the back of your throat.

Her teeth closed on the metal, tugging on it to the point of pain curling around the pleasure. The way you moaned her name was filthy, embarrassing in how desperate you were. Her hand was gentle as it skimmed up your body for those long fingers wrapped around your throat. She tugged on your piercing again, fingers tightening just enough for your whine to be quiet.

“Now you’re going to be good for daddy, aren’t you?” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed, not even sure what you were agreeing to.

“Then be good for daddy and turn around.”

You scrambled to follow her instructions, turning to face the mirror. Your eyes were blown wide in the mirror, wild and desperate. Her fingers curled around your throat again, the prettiest necklace you could imagine. With one foot she knocked both of yours apart, her other hand reaching around your body to play with the button of your denim shorts.

“You’re so good at following my instructions,” she murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You felt breathless, and not just from the tightening pressure on your throat.

“Do you see how pretty you are? Looking so lovely for daddy. Wearing such pretty jewellery for me. Flaunting this body. Do you know what you do to me?” she continued, the hand on the waistband of your shorts trailing up, playing with one of your piercings again.

“Those tight little skirts in the office, watching me like you’re just waiting for me to bend you over my desk, asking for discipline. You want me to give you my full attention, don’t you princess?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“And that’s why you decided to show off to everyone today, isn’t it? I noticed the way you arched your back, wanting everyone to see these pretty little piercings. Did you want everyone to be imagining what you look like like this, your beautiful body on display, just perfect for my hands to play with? Such a little slut trying to get my attention.”

Her fingers tightened again around your neck. Those dark eyes were watching you, the cocky smirk on her lips only making you shift closer, pressing your hips backwards towards her. You brushed against a bulge in her pants, confusion marring your features before realisation dawned over your face.

“Do you want daddy’s cock, princess?” she asked.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Then beg for it.”

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, waiting with a patience you did not feel.

“Please, daddy. I want your cock so bad. I need it. I need to feel you inside me. Please,” you pleaded, “please fuck me, daddy. I’ll be so good for you. I want you so much.”

Her hand trailed back down to your shorts, unbuttoning them.

“That’s my good girl,” she said.

She tugged your shorts down, your bikini bottom following close behind. You kicked them away as she tugged her hips back, the bulge in her pants brushing against the bare skin of your ass. A small whine fell from your lips, pressing further backwards.

A finger passed through your folds, gathering your wetness before it ghosted over your clit. If not for the hand still wrapped around your throat, your head would have fallen forward with a small groan. Her throaty chuckle as she teased you only made you whine, begging her for more. She held your eyes in the mirror, finger dipping into your entrance, just barely, stealing your breath again.

“Look at how desperate you are. Such a desperate little slut begging for daddy’s cock. Pretty little whore wanting to please me.”

Her hand disappeared from between your legs and the sound of a zipper made you shiver. The warmth of her body pressed against your back. Your fingers clenched around the edge of the sink, knees turning to jelly.

She held you steady, one hand on your hip as the tip of her strap teased your entrance. She gave a shallow thrust, the strap stroking through your folds. Your breath turned shaky and her fingers tightened just a little bit more, enough that you could only just suck air into your lungs.

“You’re going to make such a mess on daddy’s cock. You’re dripping. Is all this for me?”

“Yes,” came out as a strangled groan, “all for you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

She was slow to push into you, so controlled in contrast to how desperation burned through your veins. Her dark eyes were watching you in the mirror, cataloguing the way pleasure rippled over your face and a moan fell from your lips. She pushed in to the hilt, hips flushed with yours. Pausing there, she let you feel how perfectly she filled you. You wriggled your hips, wanting more, the throbbing more than you could deal with.

“Use your words, princess,” she chided, holding you still.

“Please fuck me, daddy. Please,” you whined, “need you so bad.”

“Good girl.”

She pulled out until only the tip of the cock was left before slamming into you. The cry that left your lips would have embarrassed you if a wave of pleasure wasn’t rolling over you. Your fingers clenched, holding on tight as she dragged the strap out, pausing for too long before plunging in again.

The pace she set was relentless. Harsh and rough, she maintained eye contact with you, fingers clenching around your throat the moment it looked as if you were about to look away. Her other hand was finding its home between your thigh, circling your clit, a slow contrast to her thrusts. The mumbled encouragements in your ears were only setting fire to your bloodstream.

“You’re taking it so well for daddy,” she murmured, “such a pretty pussy hungry for daddy’s cock. My little cock slut.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you sighed.

“So polite.” She sounded so pleased with you.

You moaned as her pace picked up, slamming into you. Her thumb was grinding down on your bundle of nerves and you could feel her panting breath against your skin. Her hand was tightening around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You watched her in the mirror watching you. You met her thrust for thrust, pressing your hips back to hers. You felt so full with her inside of you, her cock emptying your head of anything but her and the way she made you feel hazy with pleasure.

“I’m so close, daddy,” you whimpered.

“No cumming without permission, princess,” she told you, not bothering to slow her pace.

You did your best, holding yourself back, trying so hard not to orgasm. You wanted to be her good girl. To do what she asked you. To please her.

“Look at how pretty your pussy is when I fuck into it. It was made for my cock, wasn’t it, princess? Made just for me to use,” she murmured, hips driving into you.

She wasn’t holding back. She was watching you, so closely, making sure you followed her instructions. From the curl of her lips she knew how hard you were trying and how difficult she was making it for you. Each thrust of her cock hit that place within you that made your legs tremble and your blood sing. Over and over, thumb grinding, the pleasure was turning painful as you held yourself back.

“Please, daddy. Need to cum so bad,” you begged, tears beginning to gather in the corner of your eyes.

“Not yet, princess. Keep making daddy feel good,” she said, “you’re doing so well for me.”

You sobbed, so close to coming undone but determined to be a good girl for her. She kept pounding into you, her praise only making it harder to hold on. With a tight grip, she cut off your air supply completely. Her eyes found yours in the mirror again, and her lips ticked up into a smirk.

“Okay, cum for me, princess,” she said.

It crashed into you the moment you let it. Pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. You sobbed out your thanks, hips stuttering as you felt yourself begin to collapse forward. The hand around your throat kept you up as she fucked you through the orgasm.

She released you, letting you fall over the sink. Her thrusting slowed until she was sheathed within you, holding you, hands gentle until you caught your breath. Sweat slicked your skin and your breathing was uneven, but when you looked in the mirror your eyes were bright and your smile lazy.

“You were so good for me, princess. Such a good girl. So perfect for me,” she praised, “you did so well.”

She pulled out of you, the feeling of being full disappearing with her. She lowered you onto the edge of the bath, so gentle. Looking up, still with her tank top on and the cock between her legs, you found yourself staring. She’d just made you cum harder than ever in your life and you wanted her to touch you again.

With sure hands, she wetted a flannel before kneeling in front of you, cleaning the sticky arousal from your skin. You melted, watching her clean you up. You reached out, running your hand through her hair. She smiled up at you, fingers trailing over the skin of your legs. Her lips pressed to the inside of your knee and you softened.

“Was that okay?” she asked, “were you okay with that?”

“More than.” You lent forward, cupping her cheeks, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Emily. This was basically my dream coming true.”

“Mine too,” she said, looking up at you.

“Maybe we could do this again,” you said, doing your best not to worry she was about to tell you this was a one time thing. She pushed the hair that had fallen from your ponytail behind your ear.

“Oh, we’re definitely doing this again,” she said, raising from her knees, “I plan on having you in every way possible.”

You heated at the thought. She tucked her strap on back into her trousers, pulling them up and re-buttoning them. She lent forward again, catching your chin between thumb and forefinger. Her lips pressed to yours, so quick it left you wanting more.

“Enjoy the beer, princess,” she said, tapping on the ball of one of your piercings, making you hiss, “you’ve earned it.”

She slipped out of the bathroom, leaving you alone to redress and try to not look like you’d just been fucked in Rossi’s bathroom. The smile on your face was a dead give away. You fixed your ponytail and pulled on your damp clothes, watching yourself in the mirror. Picking up the bottle left for you, you took a long drink from it, your lips where Emily’s had been not so long ago. Your smile refused to dim.

Maybe the heatwave wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[mntalbrakdown]

sober thoughts - C. Fisher

masterlist!

mentions of: underage drinking, cussing, fluff, smut. MDNI. piv, unprotected sex, fingering

synopsis: you were once friends with conrad until summer happened and he just stopped talking to you

wc: 5.7k

“don’t ever forget me” your little twelve-year-old self whispered to Conrad who was a year older than you

“never,” he said playing with your hair as you both lay on the grass watching the fireworks on the fourth of July. your head laying on his chest.

“y/n are you almost ready” Belly yelled at you trying to get you to hurry up for the party you were about to go to with her and Taylor

“yes almost,” you say playing with your hair and making sure each strand is not misbehaving

“chill belly being hot takes time,” Taylor says applying more lip gloss

“anyways y/n how are you and Conrad” Taylor puts away her lip gloss in her purse

“he’s an ass and I don’t even talk to him,” you said

“What did you even do,” Belly asked playing with the ends of her hair

“I don’t know we were really close in Cousins and like two years ago in summer I started to get guys' attention and all of a sudden he got distant,” you said reminiscing the best summer of your whole life you told the girls you pulled 6 boys the whole summer but that came at a cost, losing the one guy you loved

“you had a glow-up,” Taylor says looking at you and holding your hand

“yeah, she did” you see Jeremiah at Belly’s door frame which made you smile. they've been flirting back and forth

“are we ready,” Belly asked and you nodded

you all headed downstairs to see Susannah and Laurel in the kitchen probably stoned and said goodbye to them. when you arrived at the car Belly called shotgun which meant you and Taylor would sit in the back of Jeremiah’s Jeep.

“so y/n you're the driver tonight right” Jeremiah looked at you from the rearview mirror

“when am I not” you scoff looking out the window. it wasn’t a rude remark it was a sarcastic one because you don’t really do any substances. so it was common sense that you would drive

everyone in Cousins lived close to one another so it didn’t take long to hear the loud music and the screams coming from a house. the house was already spilling bright colors on the street making you excited. when Jeremiah finally parked he handed you the keys because one time he held onto them and lost them. it was a whole ordeal, you spent an extra hour at the house trying to find them when he had them in a random coat that was hung up by the front door.

“hey Steven is here” Taylor pointed out to his car seeing that they also just got here.

“who’s that next to him,” Belly asks as you were getting out of the car looking at your phone for any new notifications when you accidentally bump into a tall stature

“oh sorry,” you both say looking at each other

"con what is wrong with you" you yelled at him. it was no use when he was in his own world he stayed there for at least a week. usually, you could get him out, but something was different that summer, you couldn't change him

"leave me alone" Conrad yelled at you, he was running up the stairs and the next thing you heard was his door closed shut. it was hard to miss, it echoed all over the house

"I'm so sorry for him," Susannah said.

the plan that day was to go watch a movie that was playing in the drive-in and then play at the beach with the whole group and watch the tide as you and Conrad listened to the music and possibly help you surf. but all that went down the drain and you didn't even know why.

“conrad” you say looking to meet his gaze.

“Conrad is here, y/n let’s go, no,” Taylor says screaming ready for you to get into the car making him laugh which you missed hearing

“Taylor it’s ok,” you say as she is getting out of the car with a stank face already plastered on

“hi Conrad,” she says moving her way in between the two of you and grabbing your hand to drag you to the party

as you were getting dragged into the party you were greeted by a group of people already by the door and a couple making out at the end of the hall

“hey I'm going to go get a drink” Taylor yells at you trying to get her voice to be heard over the music. you on the other hand were ready to go to the living room just to people watch

the thing was when you were at parties you would straight b-line to the living room because although people liked to conversate, that is the last place they would go. You liked to sit there and try to find other drivers there and you would make friends with them. It was hard to talk to a drunk person because they were boring and slur their words together. Today you saw Cameron, he is always there. You grew to like him like it was hard to anyway. He was so nice and you both had things in common.

"hey" you heard his little smile in his voice

"hi cam," you say receiving a bottle of water he got you

"so who are you here tonight with" cam asked you

"Jeremiah, Taylor, and Belly," you say

"so Conrad is still being weird," cam asked

"yeah," you said a bit disappointed. you told Cam everything because he was there and being sober at a party is pretty boring

"that's weird because he is staring at us," Cam says looking over at him; making you follow his gaze. Conrad had this weird look on his face, his eyes were dark, but it wasn't because of the lighting it was something else. hatred? you brushed it off he isn't your problem, never will be.

"y/n want to play uno" Conrad yelled at you from the bottom of the stairs.

Uno was your favorite game to play at Susannah's house in the summer. It was always perfect. The adults were never there so it would make you feel comfortable with everyone else. It was when you would sit next to Conrad before he was unavailable and you two would team up without everyone knowing. In reality, everyone knew. and you both would win. you would take turns on who would win to make it seem "less" suspicious.

"so" cam says snapping you from your haze

"right duh" you laugh grabbing the mini uno you would always carry it around because it helped you make friends with people

"ooo can we play" Some random girls joined in and you said yes because you had no real reason to say no, plus uno is best played with more than two

"I'll join too," Conrad says gripping his beer rather firmly. he sat next to you on the couch ready to get the cards you shuffled.

when the games began you kept beating everyone. the games were simple, leave the best cards until the very end, unless and only if you ever need them, then go for it.

bzzz bzzz

you quickly checked the notification that came from your phone trying to not miss what was going on in the game.

"who is it" conrad asks his jaw clenching

"no one," you say giving him a weak smile, it was also none of his business because he doesn't care about you anymore

"sure" Conrad says putting a plus four that is directed towards you. so this is how he wanted to play the game? you grabbed the four cards, getting nothing that would help you against him. it was Cam's turn and he put reverse to try to protect you from Conrad

"your little boyfriend is now your new buddy," Conrad questioned under his breath

"not like you give a shit" you retort back

"you are so clueless," Conrad says making you the most confused person at the party. you just continued to play after the game ended you decided you wanted a coke. so you got up and told Cam you would be back for another round

you walked through crowded groups and at one point you saw Belly makeout with Jeremiah. taking note of that to bring up later. You than saw Taylor with another man who looked like three years older than her. When you finally got your coke you opened it taking a sip going back to the couch

"oh fuck" you let out spilling some of the coke onto your white tube top.

"sorry" you hear a familiar voice come out it was Conrad.

"we have to stop doing this or else we might actually get hurt," you say smiling at the way Conrad was trying to get napkins to clean the mess up. It was no use. your shirt was ruined.

"it's the universe trying to get us together" Conrad blurted out "I'm drunk" he tried to fix the situation, but he was never drunk, he was only ever tipsy.

"drunk words are just sober thoughts" you say looking down at your shorts to see if they were dirty.

"can we talk" conrad asks looking down at you

"yeah" you smile at him

he grabbed your hand and led you outside to the front yard where there were only a couple of people out. he saw that the stain on your shirt only got worse so he gave you his button-up shirt that he never lets go of.

"what's up," you say to him

"the stars look beautiful don't they" conrad was looking up

as a kid, you were obsessed with the moon and the stars. you had a friend that was the stars to your moon. you missed her, and you kept in touch but if you could you would bring her to Cousins. you would always talk about her to the others, knowing they would love her as well. You also face-timed her all the time. Conrad would get mad, saying that you were his for the summer and that she has you all year round. that she was selfish

"it's my time," Conrad says to your friend who was on your phone screen

"con give me my phone," you say slapping him and tugging at his hand

"it's summer byeee" he says as he pressed the red button on the phone

"i hate you," you say to him

"in your sweet dreams you do," he says cockily

"Conrad I thought this was going to be more of a serious conversation," you say trying to shake the idea of the summers you once had with the man standing in front of you

"I miss you," he says to you. sober thoughts. it took you aback it wasn't something you expected from him

"that isn't my fault," you say back with an attitude

"i know, i just got jealous" he said to you

"jealous of what con" he could have grabbed you and kissed you on the spot. he missed that name from your mouth. he craved it every day to the point he would replay voice memos you would send to him back when you two would speak

"of other guys," he said looking into your eyes to see if he scared you off, but all he saw was your face brightening up

"you were the only person on my mind con," you said to him grabbing his hand. if this was a dream, never wake him up. "you were the only thing coming out of my mouth when I was at school, all the guys that you saw hit me up are left on seen, I wanted you, I want you, I always have" you say looking at his face finally tug at his lips to form a smile

"good because I don't want to share," he says leaning down ready to kiss you. As he did he wrapped one arm around your waist the other in your hair tugging at it as you were smiling through the kiss and your hands on both his cheeks.

"get a room" Steven yelled at you two, leading Conrad to release the hand that was in your hair and flipping him off. making you laugh while you both kissed.

"let's get out of here," Conrad said to you

"i can't," you said, you had a job

"fuck the others Steven can drive them," he said in a way that he just wanted you to be by his side

"but how will they get home" you try to reason

"Steven has his keys c'mon let's go to my house, please" he kisses the top of your forehead.

"fine, but if they complain that is your fault," you say pointing at him

"that is fine by me," he says carrying you to spin you around

as you two were getting in the Jeep you started to fasten your seatbelt as Conrad did the same. He looked over at you, seeing how you adjusted the mirrors to get all the angles.

"I think this is the first time I see you drive," he says admiring you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

"get used to it con," you say looking at him, melting at his touch

"Oh I will" he whispered

you started the car, you hated driving the Jeep it was so big and excessive. But desperate times call for desperate measures. You played some music in the car for the six-minute car ride. you could feel Conrad's eyes on you the whole time, seeing how you turned and how you checked the mirrors.

as you arrive at their house you park the car and let him get out, you were collecting your things in the car to get out when Conrad opens the door for you.

"thank you" you smile, he closes the door behind you and you lock the car. he holds your hand as he heads over to the front door to open it

"hi conrad" you hear Susannah

"hi y/n nice seeing you two together again," Laurel says from the couch

"glad to be back" you smile at the two adults

"oh you are so beautiful, we missed you," Susannah said

"thank you I missed you too" you smile and let go of Conrad's hand to hug her. She was always so sweet to you

"Mom, she's mine back off, we're going to my room" Conrad says taking your hand again

"bye talk to you guys later" you scream as Conrad is dragging you upstairs

once you got upstairs you see Conrad's door. he opened it with his free hand and led you in. It was still the same. the beach aesthetic and the colors. He had the plush you gave him. it was an orange cat with a pink collar, you named it Lasnaga and you had an orange cat with a blue collar named Garfield. it was funnier when you actually named them.

"oh ignore that" he said looking at the cat

"you still have it" you question, a smile forming on your face

"yeah" it looked like he slept with it and he even still had the perfume you gifted him it was now half empty

"I miss you" you heard from the other line of your phone

"I miss you too," you say back, it was almost Christmas and it was a time when you wished you could go to Cousins, but your mom would say no. "I got you a Christmas present," you say smiling through the camera lens

"yeah, I got it, thank you" One of the gifts was a perfume bottle, it smelled like vanilla and it was your go-to scent "Thank you" Conrad says

"I don't use that scent anymore," you say picking it up

"what" Conrad looked defeated, he was spraying that scent to remember you and you switched scents. he felt betrayed

"I'll get you a new one for Christmas" You smile at him grabbing his hands which made his smile come back

"y/n" he grabbed your attention using his pointer finger to make you look at him

"yes con" one moment you were just staring at his eyes the next thing you knew Conrad was leaning in to kiss you. this kiss was more meaningful as if to pick up from lost time, from the time that was wasted on jealousy and insecurity, because even though it wasn't official that you were Conrad's, you both knew you were meant for one another

Conrad's hands went back to their respective place, one in your hair and the other around your waist. yours were on his cheek and the other in his hair.

"fuck I missed you," he says catching his breath from the kiss

conrad went back but deepened the kiss, it was something that made you happy. You kept smiling through the kiss. you couldn't believe this was happening. Conrad pulled at your hair to make you moan so he could slip his tongue in and fight for dominance, he obviously won; you were still smiling throughout the make out because you couldn’t believe what was happening. Conrad guided you to his bed, he sat on the corner making you straddle his lap.

"are you ok with this," Conrad asked pulling away from the kiss, you could see some of your lipstick on his mouth

"yes, god fuck yes Conrad," you say giggling at the way his face quickly erased his worriedness to pure excitement

Conrad continued his attack, but this time it was on your neck, making sure it would show to others that you were his, that even though people haven't seen you both together for almost two years, you guys are better than ever. Conrad tugged and took off the button-down that he gave you and the dirty tube top. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, and Conrad couldn't be more excited

Conrad carried you off the bed for a second and laid you down on his bed. your hair was perfectly sprawled on the pillow as if it made a halo. Conrad could’ve sworn he saw a little heart that was made from your hair. as you waited for Conrad to take his shirt you got the cat to play around with.

"you're so beautiful," Conrad says going down to kiss you

when he pulls away he takes off your shorts and shoes followed by your socks making you giggle at his fast antics. you were wearing a lace thong that was pink making Conrad smile.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours,” you say reaching for Conrad's face as he melts into your touch, practically purring.

"you, you're all I think about" Conrad says smiling at you his hand traveling down to your thighs removing your panties too, and then he feels how wet you already are. he licked his two fingers as a lubricant and started to finger you. he slipped two fingers in seeing how tight you were and kept pacing in and out. you followed his fingers as they disappeared and reappeared. sucking on your bottom lip to not draw attention to his room. he looked at your face seeing how it contoured to the way the rhythm, then added more stimulation by massaging your clit.

"fuck Conrad, so good," you say almost screaming as you scratch his back with your nails

"shhh, look at me" Conrad says covering your mouth, but he loved the way your eyes looked at him "Sound so pretty but they can't hear you or the fun is over," he says leaning in to kiss you to muffle your screams.

Conrad soon leaves your mouth to go to your tits to suck on as you grab his hair for extra support. you tugged once and heard a yelp, making you want to fuck him already

he continued with his action. adding fingers as he goes. As he did you gasped, you kept your nails on his back almost drawing blood. conrad was circling your clit with his other hand to speed the process up. he needed you.

“god you’re so tight” he says looking at you with lust filled eyes

Conrad added a third finger as he saw you were about to release and reattached his lips onto yours wanting the fun to continue. he saw the way your body arched off the bed and made sure to continue the pace you were on. to make you orgasm

“look so pretty, come for me” he said spurring you on

“fuck conny” you say pulling at his hair to kiss you and something inside you snapped when he kissed you. you were leaking off his finger. when he looked down in between the two of you he saw the mess grabbing some of your liquid and putting it in your mouth

“fuck so hot” he said going in to kiss you tasting you as well

“my turn” you say with your fucked up makeup and some of your cum on the side of your mouth

“no i just really need you right now” conrad says taking his pants and underwear off as well as everything else.

“i want to be on top” you say to him biting the bottom of your lip

“whatever you want pretty girl” he says grabbing you and putting you on top of him

once you were on top of him you saw how big he was. you grabbed his member massaged him than started to glide him into your heat seeing how he threw his head back in pure pleasure

“stop teasing” he said grabbing onto your wrists and leading his length to your heat

“fuck fisher” you said mad he took all the fun out

“i’m trying to” he retorted making you laugh but that made you sink into him and turned into a loud pornagraphic moan making Conrad startled soon hearing footsteps leading to the door and a knock

“conny is everything ok” you could hear Susannah but this made the experience even better you fucked him up and down side to side to try to make it hard for him to answer his mom

“y-yeah everything is good there’s a porn scene on the horror movie we were watching- fuck” he said yelling to his mom

“oh ok” she says retreating backstairs

“you’re so dead” conrad said to you, but he never meant it. you looked so beautiful riding him as your boobs bounced up and down and saw how your hair was messily parted to the side and fell beautifully over your body. he knew you knew you looked great by the way you bit the bottom of your lip

“god you’re so big” you say looking down at him. putting your hand on his chest for extra support

he couldn’t help admire you. how your tits would go up and down and he had to massage them with his hand. the other was on your waist wanting you to go faster, but he just made your body lay against his as he took your lips with his teeth. his hand that was once on your tits went to your hair and tugged on it earning a low moan from you. the other traced his name on your back adding tickles to make you moan and hopefully come close. once he noticed your body become sloppy he held onto your waist and switched positions with him

“holy fuck that was hot” you said out loud to him

“only for you” he says leaning into your neck to suck on your sweet spot making you moan even more

he saw the way your hair fell back on his pillow. the image he once had of you will forever be tainted by this memory. the memory of him fucking you into oblivion. how his penis would go in and out of you seeing his length covered in white paint from the two of you

he didn’t know that you liked the way his hair fell from his forehead and floated in the air as he fucked you. how his arms would be veiny and how you followed them like a dog to bacon. that every time he wanted to show you something you just looked at his hands.

“fuck me harder” you said to Conrad as you dragged his face to yours to go in for a kiss. he took his free hand and started to massage your clit wanting you to come already.

“come for me again, want to see you come on my dick” he said so close to your face that his hair tickled you, his breath as well. “need you to come for me” his blue eyes following yours and how they were sparkling from pure euphoria

with one last thrust you came for him. his lips covering your mouth and when you were done moaning. his mouth was on your chin ready for another hickey. he nibbled at it. when his thrusts started to become sloppy you started to nibble at his ear. moaning in it to spur him on and saying sweet nothings like “god you’re so big” “taking me so good” “fuck me just like that”

“im yours conny, only yours” was the one that made him shoot his load into you

“oh fuck i’m so sorry” he said as he still kept thrusting into you coming down from his high

“don’t worry about it i’m on the pill” you say looking at his fucked out face and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear

he leaned in to kiss you deepening the kiss he felt the cum that was leaking outside the two of you. when he was ready to let go you bit the bottom of his lip to see what he would do

“god you’re all i need” Conrad said going back to kiss you. when you both got out of breathe he went into his bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up

“you look beautiful from this angle” Conrad looked at you wanting to take a picture of the way your legs were open for him as the liquid oozed out of you

“get used to it” you said to him as he cleaned you up. he smiled at the thought that this wasn’t a one time thing

“oh i will” he says going to your face and peppering your face with kisses all over

he went over to a drawer he had always designated to you. it had some clothes that you left there when you would stay over. he handed you some shorts you always wore when you were here that did nothing but show your ass, but they were cute; they were white with pink polka dots and tossed you a shirt that was Conrad’s but you always used to use it because it was baggy and had your home state with it.

“i don’t want to wear that shirt today” you said

“what why” Conrad asked puzzled he didn’t do anything to that shirt

“you wear it, not in the mood to wear a shirt” you say to him mischievously. he took the hint as he was putting on some shorts and was ready to go under the covers of his bed making you follow behind

“than neither am i” he said kissing your forehead “some makeup wipes are on the nightstand by the way” he says pointing at the drawer next to you

“thank you” you say taking one and wiping your face off when you were done you threw it away in the trash can that was next to you

“so you never forgot me did you” you asked as you were going to cuddle his chest

“no never” he said looking down at you as he was turning the tv on to watch superbad one of your favorites

“and you never forgot about my things did you” you say giddily seeing what he was doing

“nope, i watched this every time i missed you” he said it as a matter of fact

“kiss me” you say out loud. and he did he leaned down to kiss you as you waited for the movie to load in. he was so delicate this time as if what he did was not him and someone else. that he would always be delicate with you

“you’re all i ever wanted” he said whispering it into you making you smile as the movie played.

you both laughed at the scenes. this movie has seen it all: your childhood, Conrad being by himself without you , and the two of you after you fucked each other. when another funny scene happened and you didn’t laugh Conrad looked down to see you asleep in his arms. your boobs were pressed against his chest and he decided it was time for him to go to sleep as well.

in the morning it was Conrad who woke up first from the rays of the sun. he then saw his clock and saw that it was only 9 am. he decided to just look at you sleep. how you would breathe and how you looked in his arms. the little smile on your face as your dream progressed. god he wished that was him making you smile. Conrad reached for his phone to take a picture of you. knowing this would be a perfect wallpaper. the way the hickeys he left on you were now visible. how you had no makeup but your hair was still as perfect as it was last night and this time noticing the locket necklace he got you from when you were kids on your thirteenth birthday

“thank you Conrad” you say hugging him once you finished opening the box that held the necklace. it was a picture of the two of you from when you were younger when you were both about seven and six.

“you’re welcome. you were practically begging for one all year” he said glad you liked his gift and ever since than you never took it off

he was infatuated with you.

“i’ll never forget you” Conrad whispered into your hair kissing the top of your head

“hey” you say in a raspy voice

“morning” he said back with a big grin on his face

“smells good” you could smell the muffins from downstairs. making Conrad laugh. he looked at you for about thirty minutes admiring you and the first thing you think about is food? “you look pretty con” you said kissing his lips. his hair was messy and his eyes were brighter today. he looked happy.

“so do you” he said smiling at you. if only you knew.

“what time is it” you ask finally rubbing your eyes. when you were done Conrad gave you his phone to look at the clock but the first thing you saw was you. the photo he took this morning. “con did you take this right now” you asked looking into his eyes

“yes do you like it” he asked looking to see if you were mad but he only saw a smile form on your face

“it’s cute i need one now too” you say trying to let go of his grip to get up and get a muffin

“no stay” he says grumpy

“i need one of those muffins, i’ll come back” you say prying at his hands

“fine i’ll race you” he says getting up and trying to find a shirt as you do the same when you did. you ran out the door fighting Conrad downstairs almost falling like ten times.

“woah” you here from downstairs

“i thought we were going to go into war right now” Jeremiah joked

“shut up” Conrad said hitting Jeremiah’s chest

“oh hey y/n didn’t know you were still here” Laurel said

“yeah I accidentally fell asleep to superbad” you say which wasn’t a lie. it was hard to lie to Laurel she could smell bullshit from a mile away.

“wait what happened between you guys” Taylor asked looking at your neck making you hide your hickeys with your hair

“nothing, we just made up” you said looking at her and the last muffin

“more like made out” Belly added which made you send her a death stare which caused you to lose the muffin to Conrad

“fuck you” you whisper to him

“oh but you already did” he said with the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen as he eats the muffin. when you hit his stomach he hands over the muffin with a loud groan

“thank you” you say kissing him

“eww get a room” Jeremiah said

“we just came out of one” Conrad said as quick as the speed of light making you look at him with wide eyes

“I missed this” Susannah said “y’know ever since you left y/n he has never been this chipper”

“is that so” you say looking at Conrad all this time you thought he was fine especially with all the girls he dated

“so true” Steven added

“we missed you” Belly said. she meant it in the way you could finally be in the same room as all of them without having to walk on eggshells “also Cam told me to give you this” it was your uno cards from the other night

“thank you” you smile at her

“give me another bite” Conrad said as he wraps his arms around your waist and you practically feed him “thank you” he said which followed by an mhm coming from your mouth

“want to go to the beach later” you asked looking up at him to see if he would agree or not

“sure” he replied. making you already excited and smiling back at the muffin before taking a bite and feeding another piece to Conrad

“can we go at night” he questioned

“and skinny dip” you whispered for only him to hear which made him already look forward to see the moon.

“this is seriously cute” Taylor says to Belly who nods

“i love you” Conrad said to you kissing the top of your head as he saw how everyone was so welcoming of the new couple

“i love you more” you say looking up at him which made him kiss you

—-

a/n: part two..??

[krirebr]

Still Life 3

Pairing: Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~4.3k

Summary: Curtis has been volunteering as a foster alpha for three years now. He's never seen a case this bad...

Warnings: Heavy angst (with an eventual happy ending), past abuse (not Curtis), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, physical scarring, extreme sexism (both external and internal), adult themes, referenced past non-con, fear of non-con, explicit language, the slowest burn I've done yet. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: Here we go! We're back with Curtis's POV this time.

A huge thanks to @bigtreefest for talking through so much of this with me and especially gut-checking the Ari appearance. I've never written him before!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

“You look terrible.”

Curtis sighed and slumped a little in his kitchen chair. “Gee, thanks, Tanya. So glad you came over.”

Across from him, Tanya ignored his comment. “Are you sleeping?”

He grimaced. “Not really.”

She hummed in acknowledgement before moving on. “Are you eating?”

He nodded, then added, “When she does.”

“Curtis.”

“I’m eating, ok? I am. I’m fine.”

His friend just raised a judgmental eyebrow at that as she glanced around the kitchen. “This house has never been cleaner.” She wiped a finger across the wooden table. “Recently polished.”

Curtis groaned, finally dropping his head into his hands. “I don’t know how to get her to stop. I’ve tried to tell her she doesn’t have to, and she just nods and says ‘Yes, Alpha,’ and then continues to clean every surface. And she’s kind of mad at me, I think, for cooking as much as I do. She looks completely bewildered every time I’m in the kitchen.”

“So, she really drank the Kool-Aid on all that alpha supremacist stuff, huh?”

Curtis sighed. “I think the Kool-Aid’s all she’s ever known.”

His friend gave him a scrutinizing look. “You’re in over your head.”

He couldn’t help the humorless chuckle that came out of him. “Yeah, I’m well aware.”

Tanya sighed with her whole body. “But you aren’t going to stop, are you?”

Instead of answering, Curtis drummed the fingers of one hand on the table for a few moments, then said, “I set up a Google alert for the Snowpiercer Collective. I can’t stop reading about it. I keep hoping they’ll release some detail about the investigation that will open the whole thing up for me, you know? Clue me in on how to actually help her. But so far, it’s just been stories about the guns and the drugs and the money. Nothing about the sixty-three omegas they pulled out of there or the well over a hundred children. For just twenty-five alphas! I can’t–” his hand came up to cover his mouth briefly, the horror he’d been feeling on and off for the last week sweeping over him again. “I can only imagine what she’s been through, what’s happened to her. And, of course, she won’t tell me. She doesn’t talk to me at all unless she’s answering a direct question. She is so–” He dropped his head into his hands and did his best to take a deep breath, the constant stress and worrying of the last week settling in his chest. He looked back up at Tanya. “She needs so much help, and I don’t know– I don’t know how to help her. How do I help her?”

He helplessly laid his hands on the table, and Tanya immediately covered one of them with her own. “Curtis, you are helping her. It’s been a week. She isn’t going to heal from a lifetime of abuse in just a week. But you’re giving her a safe place to be, and you’re showing her kindness. That helps. And you’ll continue to help her. But you have got to take care of yourself too. Take care of yourself so you can take care of her. “

Curtis exhaled slowly. “Yeah,” he eventually said quietly. “Okay.”

“And you will call your friends when you need help. Got it?” Her tone left no room for argument, her eyes steady and determined.

That finally got a real smile out of him. “Yeah, Tanya, I got it.”

You had insisted on making tea for Curtis and his guest when Tanya had first arrived. Then, as soon as the pot was placed between them, you’d disappeared into your room, door open, but out of sight.

After Tanya left, Curtis carefully approached you, lingering in the doorway. He was committed to never entering your room without your explicit permission. And he’d figured out that you couldn’t say no to him yet, so he’d stopped asking if he could come in. He was just fine staying in the hallway for as long as you needed him to do it. He rapped lightly on the doorframe to let you know he was there. You looked up at him from where you sat on your bed, your eyes not quite meeting his. “Hey,” he said softly, “I just wanted to let you know that Tanya’s gone. And– And that you didn’t need to stay in your room while she was here. You could have joined us. Or gone anywhere in the house you wanted. I want you to feel at home here.”

You curled in on yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You did that too often. It sent a sharp pang through his heart every time. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” you whispered. 

Goddamnit. He was fucking this up. “No, nothing to apologize for. I just wanted to make sure you knew that you have free rein over any part of this house. But if this room feels safe, and that’s where you want to spend your time, that’s okay too. I want you to feel safe.”

There was a long pause during which you didn’t move out of your curled-up position. Then, even quieter than your apology came, “Yes, Alpha.”

Reflexively, one of his hands coiled up into a tight fist. He was going to lose his mind if he heard that phrase one more time. “Right,” he said with a tired sigh. He should leave you alone; he knew that, but he lingered in the doorway.  He just couldn’t walk away quite yet, even if the conversation was clearly over. As he searched for something to say, all he could come up with was a necessary reminder that he knew wouldn’t go over well. “You have your doctor’s appointment tomorrow. We’ll leave for the center right after breakfast.”

He’d tried to keep his tone as calm and gentle as possible, but panic still spiked in your scent. “Yes, Alpha.”

 “It'll be okay,” he said quietly. Uselessly. “We just– We just want to make sure you're healthy.” 

You didn't respond to that. Of course you didn't.

He looked down at his hands and shook his head. “Alright, I'll leave you alone now. But please come get me if you need anything.” And then he turned around and walked down the hall, knowing full well that you wouldn't. 

You were quiet on the drive to the center the next morning, so Curtis was too. He’d turned the radio on to try to drown out your silence. He knew you were scared about your appointment. The scent of your fear filled his truck. He had no idea what to say to make it better.

When you got to the center, Yona met you at the door. “Hi,” she said warmly. “It’s so nice to see you again. If it’s okay with you, I thought I’d come to your appointment with you.”

Instead of answering, you looked to Curtis. He did his best not to sigh. “That might be nice,” he said, trying to keep his tone even, “having a friendly face with you.”

You nodded, and turned to follow the omega down the hall.

He stood and watched you go, slowly trailing behind Yona. Then he took a deep breath and went out to the large courtyard behind the building. There were several omegas milling around, and he gave them a wide berth, not wanting to be obtrusive. He’d planned to just sit quietly by himself until your appointment was done, when he saw a familiar figure sitting at a nearby picnic table.  

“Steve!” he called out. The blonde alpha raised his head at the sound of his name, his lips turning up in an exhausted smile when he zeroed in on Curtis.

“Oh hey,” he said as Curtis sat down next to him. “You ended up with one of the compound omegas, too?”

Curtis nodded as he carefully looked at his friend. Steve had dark bags under his eyes, and he sat hunched over. “You look about as good as I feel,” Curtis told him.

Steve let out a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” He sighed with his whole body. “The pups are really running me ragged.”

Curtis shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d known since that first day when he picked you up that most of the rescued omegas had come with children, but since you hadn’t had any, he hadn’t put much thought into the logistics of fostering an omega and their pups. “How many?” he asked.

“Three,” Steve answered, his lips turned down. “An alpha boy and two little omega girls.”

“Shit, that's a lot to handle on your own. I just have an omega and I’m completely exhausted.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed.

“How are the kids adjusting?”

“Well. The little omegas still haven’t said a single word in my presence and the alpha pup won’t stop saying the most vile shit while he keeps trying to be all buddy-buddy with me because we’re both Alphas.”

“Shit,” was all Curtis could come up with.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed again as his shoulders sagged even more. “And their mom– I don’t know. She just seems really sad all the time.” 

Curtis scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah,” he said, “mine too. And very, very scared.”

They both just sat there in silence, next to each other, Steve staring off into the distance, while Curtis looked down at his hands. 

Suddenly, Steve’s posture changed. Curtis looked up and followed Steve’s gaze over to a man who was slowly approaching them. “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Curtis called out.

Ari’s face split into a wide grin as he reached them. “Been a while,” he said warmly.

Steve smirked and nodded pointedly at the prominent, deep mating scar peeking out from the collar of Ari’s shirt. “Well. Looks like you had a decent excuse for losing touch.”

“Yeah, how’s it feel to foster fail?” Curtis teased as well.

Ari’s smile stretched wide, and his eyes shone. “There was no failing about it, boys.”

Curtis’s grin matched Ari’s, and Steve looked lighter, for a moment, too. “Congratulations,” they both said.

Ari ducked his head a little. “Thank you. I never expected it, but shit, it’s good. It’s really good.”

Curtis looked at his friend, who really did seem to be glowing with an uncontainable happiness. Mating with an omega you were fostering wasn’t unheard of, but it also didn’t happen quite as often as one might expect. News of Ari’s relationship and retirement from the program had rippled through the small, tight-knit community that revolved around this center. He was a fixture here, one of the longest-running alphas in the program. He took on a mentorship role for the incoming foster alpha classes, going as far as leading some of the workshops. That was how Curtis and Steve had met him, hitting it off after he’d taught one of their classes.

So when Ari had fallen for one of his long-term foster omegas and left the program to settle in together as a mated couple, the news had spread like wildfire. Curtis had sent his best wishes by text and then had left him alone to enjoy the honeymoon period in peace. The last place he’d expected to run into Ari again was here at the center.

And really, there could be only one reason he was here. “So, you got called in for this mess, too?”

Ari’s smile dimmed slightly. “Yeah,” he said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Cherry and I had just started talking about the possibility of maybe coming back here and fostering as a couple, but it seemed a long ways off. Then we got the call and–” he shrugged. “How could we say no?”

“Yeah,” Steve said quietly. “Me too.”

“Me too,” Curtis echoed. 

The silence stretched on again until Ari asked, “You guys dealing with this omega hierarchy bullshit?” 

“Huh?” Curtis asked at the same time Steve let out a resigned, “Yeah.”

“Poor Cherry was so confused when our foster, Mary, started following her around, waiting for orders.”

Steve snorted in response, but Curtis just looked between his two friends, cluelessly. He had a sinking feeling he was missing something important. “What are you talking about?”

Ari didn’t answer right away, just looked at him seriously. “So, most of these alphas had more than one omega, right?” Curtis nodded. “Apparently, there was a pecking order in these houses. The first omega the alpha claimed was in charge, sort of, under the alpha, at least. Then the further you got down the line, second, third, sometimes fourth omegas, the fewer privileges and worse treatment you’d get. Mary was a first omega. She had a younger alpha who hadn’t claimed anyone else yet. When she came into our house, she assumed she was now second in line. It took Cherry a lot of talking to get her to understand.”

“My foster was second,” Steve said, darkly.

Curtis’s head whipped around. “She told you that?”

Steve shook his head as his expression got more grim. “No, the alpha pup.”

“It might be a good idea to find out what number your foster was. Could be helpful,” Ari said.

“How?!” Curtis exclaimed. “She won’t talk to me unless I ask her a direct question, and then the only answer is either ‘Yes, Alpha,’ or ‘No, Alpha.’ I don’t know anything about her. I don’t have any details that might help me help her. I’m reaching my wits’ end and it hasn’t even been a week! I mean, my god, she even refused the suppressants and I don’t know why–”

“Wait,” Ari stopped him, “she isn’t on suppressants?”

“No,” Curtis told him, defeated. He felt Steve staring at him on his other side. “I tried. I explained what they were, but she still said no.”

“What are you going to do?” Steve asked with urgency.

Curtis shrugged. “Hope like hell she doesn’t get her heat soon?”

Ari shook his head, “That’s not–”

He was cut off by a commotion near the doorway into the main building. Angry voices rose over the din of a gathering crowd. Instinctively, all three alphas started moving towards the sound of omegas in distress.

Curtis’s instincts were on high alert as he moved and tried to parse out what he was hearing at the same time. There was indistinct shouting, and then he could see the crowd move back as he distinctly heard someone hit the ground. That was followed by a wild, guttural, rageful cry that something inside of him recognized instantly. It was you. What the fuck?? “Shit,” he said to the other alphas, “that’s my foster!”

How could that wail possibly have belonged to you? You were meek and quiet and painfully deferential. But was it really that far off from what he knew of you? That cry had been full of pain and anger and hopelessness. His pace immediately picked up as he got closer to whatever fight was happening. The seconds it took for him to get to you were completely unbearable.   

The crowd immediately parted for him once he was close enough, all of the omegas bowing their heads before an unfamiliar alpha. But he didn’t have time to pay attention to any of that. His eyes were on you, sitting on top of another omega, trying to hold her down as she scratched at your face and kicked and screamed. Your face was contorted in rage as you tried to hit her right back. 

It only took him one long stride before he was close enough to grab you by the waist and lift you off the other omega. You gave no indication that you knew who was holding onto you as you kicked and screamed. Curtis was shocked by how much he struggled in the face of your rage, even using all of his alpha might. Ari was quickly by his side, gently holding on to one shoulder so Curtis could hold you by the other. Steve was immediately on the ground, checking on the other omega while trying to disperse the crowd. 

Curtis recited a litany of comfort into your ear— ”It’s okay, omega. You’re okay. You’re safe. You can calm down now. It’s okay. Calm down,”—as he and Ari moved you down the hall, searching for a quiet room to use. He couldn’t tell if you heard him at all. You were crying now, big heaving sobs. What the fuck had happened?

Ari opened the door to a small conference room, similar to the one he had met you in. As Curtis ushered you inside, Ari sent him a questioning look. “We’ll be fine,” Curtis said. “Thanks for your help.”

“Anytime,” Ari said, patted Curtis on the shoulder, and left.

Curtis got you settled in one of the chairs and then crouched in front of you. Your sobs had subsided somewhat, now mostly just little sniffles and whimpers. He was desperate to touch you, hold you, comfort you. But he was determined not to do that until you gave him the verbal okay. He wouldn’t be one more person taking a choice away from you.

He stayed that way, silently crouched in front of you, until you finally seemed calm enough to talk. “Okay,” he started, softly, “can you tell me what happened?”

You hunched over, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly, and ducked your head. You didn’t say a word.

He sighed deeply. Mostly at himself. He had no idea how to do this. “Omega, please. I need you to talk to me. This is–” another sigh, “it’s really important that you tell me what happened.”

All you did was hug yourself tighter. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. Your hands were shaking.

“It’s–” He stopped. He couldn’t tell you it was okay when he didn’t actually know if it was. “All I need right now is for you to tell me what happened.”

A long silence passed, and then with a voice packed with an aggression he hadn’t expected, you growled, “I hate her.”

“The omega you were on top of?” You nodded but didn’t say anything else. “Who is she?”

“Claude,” you snarled. When just her name clearly did nothing to answer Curtis’s question, you continued with a huff. “She is– no, was Wilford’s omega.” Now, Wilford was a name Curtis knew. He’d featured prominently in all of the news stories coming out about Snowpiercer. The head of the compound, the list of his crimes was ever-growing. But Curtis didn’t have time to dwell on that. In your rage, you seemed to have finally found your voice. “She called herself the head omega, when everyone knows that’s not a real thing!” you scoffed. “She’s always thought that made her such hot shit, but it never stopped him from bringing me to his bed, did it?” 

Curtis’s eyes got big, first at your language, which he’d assumed you weren’t even capable of. But then he got over that shock and was able to actually focus on what you’d said. From the way you’d said Claude was Wilford’s omega, Curtis surmised that he wasn’t the one who’d given you the scar on your neck. But he’d still hurt you and taken from you. God, it just kept getting worse. 

Curtis desperately wanted to do something about all this. But as lost as he’d felt since you’d first entered his home, he did know what his job was here. And that was creating an environment for you to feel safe. And him reacting too strongly right now wouldn’t do that. Especially when he still didn’t have the answers he needed. “Why did you get mad at her today?” he asked, trying to keep all of his feelings out of his tone.

“She was running her mouth,” you said with a dark glint in your eyes that took him aback. “Thinks she’s still so important and I should care what she thinks about me. Doesn’t understand that none of that matters anymore. Wilford isn’t her alpha now. She still ended up here just like the rest of us. I don’t have to take her shit anymore.”

Curtis let out a deep sigh. “Okay,” he said slowly. “I understand where you’re coming from. But this is serious. Fighting like that, that’s not– If you were staying here, instead of with me, you’d be at risk of getting kicked out.”

And just like that, it was like a switch had been flipped. Your head shot up, and your eyes widened with fear. You were back to the scared, meek omega he was used to. “Kicked out?”

“Well, yeah. They have a pretty strict no-tolerance policy for physical violence. Now, since you’re staying with me, it’s a little di–”

Your hands jolted out and grabbed his, your eyes full of desperation. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t send me to a breeding program!”

“A what?” he asked, his brain trying to catch up to the leap you’d just made.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I will. I’ll be better! Just, please. Not a breeding program. Alpha, please!” Your hands were wrapped around his, and your gaze was so pleading that his heart broke.

Breeding programs. Now that he had a moment to think about it, his mind jumped to the deepest, darkest, stupidest corners of the internet, where conspiracies ran wild of secret underground centers where omegas were kept chained up only to help the government control the population. Of fucking course you’d been taught about that.

“Sweetheart,” he said, so gently, “that’s not something that’s going to happen. Breeding programs aren’t real.”

“They are!” you cried, and it didn’t escape him that you were so scared that you’d just corrected an alpha without thinking. That had to be a good sign in this entire shit show, didn’t it? That had to show that maybe he’d earned just a little bit of your trust.

Curtis paused. Arguing back and forth with you on this wouldn’t do any good. But maybe this would. “I promise,” he said, making sure to look you right in the eye as he said it, “that I will never send you to a breeding program, okay?”

You swallowed nervously and glanced down to where your hands still clasped his. But you didn’t move them. “Really?” you whispered.

“Really,” he said, trying to imbue his words with all the certainty and steadiness he possibly could. “Not ever.”

“But then why haven’t you–” you started, but stopped abruptly, ducking your head.

“Why haven’t I what, honey?” he pressed. The moment felt loaded, like whatever the next words out of your mouth might be, they’d be absolutely vital.

You kept your head down, and he had to strain to hear you as you asked, “Why haven’t you used me, yet?”

Fucking shit. He took a deep breath as he chose his next words very carefully. “Because you aren’t a thing to use. You’re a person. A whole person. And you should get to decide what happens with your body. Not anyone else. Including me.”

You lifted your head at that and just stared at him. He held your gaze, refusing to blink. He needed you to know how seriously he meant it.

After a pause that felt like it spanned an entire age, you said, in a soft whisper, “Thank you, Alpha.”

“Hey,” he said quietly. “You can call me whatever you want. But I’d really like it if you called me Curtis.”

A war played out on your face as he could see you fighting your instincts. But eventually, you said, slowly like you were trying out the words for the first time, “Okay, Curtis.”

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. He didn’t even try to fight the smile that broke out on his face. This felt like the first real win since he’d met you. Maybe he could do this after all.

He took a few more minutes to make sure you were okay and calmed down, then, when you were ready, he guided you out of the room. Yona, of course, was waiting outside the door. “Give me just a minute,” he said to you, then stepped into the hall with her. “I know, Yona,” he said immediately. “We talked about it.”

She sighed and shook her head. “This isn’t the first incident we’ve had with Claude. And some of the other omegas said it was provoked. But this can’t happen again, Curtis.”

“I know,” he nodded quickly. “It won’t.”

She sighed again, and he noticed the hunch in her shoulders, the bags under her eyes. He wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by this situation. 

“How’d the appointment go?” he asked.

“She did well,” she said. “You know that’s all I can say, but we’ll call her with any results in a few days.” 

“Alright. I’m gonna take her home then.”

She nodded, said goodbye to you, and walked away down the hall.

He continued herding you out towards his truck, when you were both stopped again, this time by Ari. “Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Curtis said. “I think we’re alright.” Then he called your name to introduce you. “This is my friend, Ari.”

“Hi,” Ari said, “it’s so nice to meet you.”

Your eyes were on the ground as you nodded, but he saw you sneak a glance up at the other alpha, and your eyes went wide as they landed on his neck.

Before Curtis had a chance to wonder what that was about, Ari pulled him aside. “You’re doing really good, Curtis,” he said quietly. “I want you to know that. And if you need anything, I’m just a call or text away, okay? You aren’t alone in this.”

Curtis gave his friend a warm smile. “Yeah, he said. “That’s what everyone keeps telling me. Thank you.”

“Absolutely, anytime,” Ari said, then made his way back inside.

“Alright,” Curtis said to you. “Ready to head home?”

You nodded, and your shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Yes, Curtis.”

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist

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bff1 they're a little fruity

alexiaputellas Did they have chicken nuggets and french fries on the menu? ↳ yourusername no 😔

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Text Messages

you: soooo… we live together

you: we’ve gotten married

you: are almost together for 5 years

wifey 💞: Yes…

wifey 💞: Where are you going with this?

you: and we’re really settling down now

wifey 💞: Go on

you: i think it’s time for the next step

wifey 💞: Next step? 😅😳

you: i kind of might have maybe highly likely lowkey went somewhere today

wifey 💞: Oh god what did you do

you: iiiii went to the animal shelter

wifey 💞: Y/N Rodriguez-Putellas, there better not be a dog sitting on my side of the couch when I get back

you: omg no i would never adopt or make such a decision without you knowing

wifey 💞: Phew

you: however…

wifey 💞: How about an aquarium first?

you: ugh no

you: can i talk to a fish?

wifey 💞: You can sure try

you: can i cuddle a fish?

wifey 💞: Better not try that

you: can it keep me company when you’re away?

wifey 💞: Maybe not, but they're fun to look at?

wifey 💞: And they’re easier to take care of than a dog. A dog would be really dependable on us. 

you: was i talking about a dog? 🧐

wifey 💞: 😱

you: because i saw THE cutest cat there!!! a little ginger one

wifey 💞: Ginger cats are known to be evil spawns

you: that was the nickname my fam had for me when i was a teenager so i’m the living proof to not judge a book by its cover 😇

wifey 💞: I mean…

you: rude!

wifey 💞: Hahaha tell me about the cat, babe

you: they found him a few weeks ago dumped on the side of a road and he was really malnourished and sick, but he’s been a fighter. 

wifey 💞: And he took to you?

you: yeah immediately ):

you: he’s like, my soulmate 

wifey 💞: Who’s rude now? Ouch 😂

you: but he's still struggling and is still taking lots of meds. he's weak but getting stronger each week, and i just want to give him a proper chance. the shelter can't afford all of his meds etc bc they're not being funded, but we can afford it. if we didn't adopt him, i'd forever keep wondering if he went to a warm home and a good family or if he even made it.

wifey 💞: Ugh I love how much you always care too much

wifey 💞: Listen, I’m not making ANY promises, but I do agree that adding a sweet fluffy friend to our family could be great, and that I've been thinking about it too.

wifey 💞: When I’m home, we can go to the shelter to visit him again, how’s that sound?

you: no way 

you: are you serious

you: misa don't fuck with me now

wifey 💞: Yes way, and I am.

you: aaaaaaaah i’m so excited!!! this is going to be the best thing ever for him!!!!!! 

you: and for us ofc

you: i’m going to ask my friend on some tips on having a cat so we can be sure to make a decision

you: outweigh the pros and cons

you: no matter how much i already love that little one, i want to be sure we can properly take care of him and give him the best home ever.

wifey 💞: That’d be perfect. Keep me updated?

wifey 💞: And I’m sure we can

wifey 💞: I love you

you: i love you toooo (even if you had said no)

wifey 💞: Really? 🤔

you: YES REALLY 😪

wifey 💞: Just promise me you won't start loving him more than me.

you: hmmkay 😁😁😁😁

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bff3 You both deserve the world.

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bff1 best sleepover i've had since elementary

username2 oh WOW!

bff2 Didn't get a wink of sleep but it was SO FUN

albaps9 definitely cherished my time being part of the fab 4 ↳ bff3 I didn't know we had a name! ↳ yourusername yea no i'm vetoing that one

bff3 My girls 😍 And god, you were radiating that day!!

username1 gosh you're gorgeous y/n!!

marisabel_rguez Oh how absolutely beautifully happy you looked. I love you. I'm the luckiest. 45 likes ↳ yourusername no i am 🥺

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Text Messages

albaquerque 🌼: hello my sweet sweet sisters by birth and by law

albaquerque 🌼: mami and i thought it would be sweet to spend saturday the 21st of the next month with as much family we can gather

albaquerque 🌼: and plus ones (hi misa, hi olga)

wifey 💞: Hi Alba 😌

olga 🌸: Hiiii 

you: gonna catch ‘em all.

wifey 💞: Uhhh, let me check, but sounds fun!

ale🐻: What do you have in mind? I’m glad Y/N isn’t picking this time because i’m not going to another pottery class 

you: hey!! everyone liked that but you!! you just hated it because yours came out like a demolished turd

olga 🌸: 🤣

ale🐻: That's such an exaggeration

olga 🌸: no, babe, she's right. it looked horrible

albaquerque 🌼: AnYwAy, we want to go go-karting

you: MAMI wants to go GO-KARTING?

albaquerque 🌼: and maybe go to a winery/outside dining in some fancy shmancy vineyard

you: okay in what order? bc i’m not going onto the track after you’ve had a few drinks. you’re already a terrible driver as is

albaquerque 🌼: ok so y/n is no longer invited

wifey 💞: Can I still come?

you: fuck u 😒

albaquerque 🌼: always

olga 🌸: sounds perfect!! i can make it, ale’s still checking her schedule

ale🐻: What about the little ones, though?

albaquerque 🌼: they have an indoor playground or trampoline park thingy there and tia's gonna look after them

you: what the hell, i’d much rather go there than go-karting

albaquerque 🌼: it’s ages 5-12 only on a saturday afternoon

ale🐻: So Y/N will fit right in

olga 🌸: 🤭

you: you're so hilarious

albaquerque 🌼: guys focus, we need to know how many are coming so that we can put in a reservation. they need to prep all the karts beforehand

ale🐻: I should be free on the 21st by the way, so count us in!

wifey 💞: Us too! We'll drive to you guys on Friday already so prepare a room! 😎

you: i'm soooo gonna kick all your asses

olga 🌸: we'll see about that 😌

ale🐻: I'm the best driver on paper, no accidents and no speeding tickets

albaquerque 🌼: that's exactly why you'll be last. you need to be a menace to win go-karting

wifey 💞: Okay, so how dangerous is it exactly....

albaquerque 🌼: as dangerous as we dare to make it mwuahaha

albaquerque 🌼: but you're right, my colleague once got a broken rib lmao so we should probably set some ground rules first like, no intentional bumping or whatever

you: pussy

olga 🌸: pussy

you: jinx

ale🐻: Dios mio, here we go, this looks promising 🤨

you: why did bff1 just text me 'wanna bet on me winning?🏎😈'

albaquerque 🌼: oh yeah

albaquerque 🌼: i invited her

you: 😱

you: as YOUR plus one?!

albaquerque 🌼: oh shut your mouth

albaquerque 🌼: i thought you'd wanted her there since it's been so long, so i invited her. don't act like she's never tagged along to a putellas day before

you: but never as YOUR date ooOoOOoH 😍 smoochie smooch

albaquerque 🌼: y/n shut up before i punch your fucking teeth out

ale🐻: Hey, hey, hey, calma

ale🐻: None of that

ale🐻: The more the merrier. We'll have a fun day ☺️

albaquerque 🌼: exactly!! ale gets it

you: i mean, it's kind of awkward to have your family third-wheel on your date but whatever rocks your boat

albaquerque 🌼: you're mami's least favourite daughter

you: waaahhh waahhh 😪

ale🐻: On second thought, maybe Y/N won't be let in during the 5-12 afternoon, babies don't get to go on the trampolines.

olga 🌸: This is why I love you three

wifey 💞: ⬆️

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Text Messages

bff1👅: wanna bet on me winning?🏎😈

you: ARE YOU COMING TOO??

bff1👅: yes yes alba asked me

you: ○○○

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you: are you smooching my sister

bff1👅: ew that's like smooching you

bff1👅: 🤢

you: wtf, why are you saying 'ew' to smooching me? i'm a catch

bff1👅: you wanna smooch me?

bff1👅: 😉

you: i regret using the word smooch now

bff1👅: 😏

you: 🤢

you: and you just totally changed the subject

bff1👅: no, you did

you: oh you're right oopsie🧐

you: ok but.... if you WERE smooching my sister, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

bff1👅: duh, you know i can't keep a secret from you even if i wanted to. i promise. but i'm not into alba

bff1👅: tbh, she has been nicer lately

bff1👅: which is weird

bff1👅: because she's never been that soft with me usually

bff1👅: maybe she's finally warming up to me after all these years 🤣

you: tbh i feel like she's been feeling really lonely lately

you: everyone around her is in relationships or marriages and settling down

you: i think she's been gravitating towards you bc of that

bff1👅: because i'm also single and pathetic? gee thanks

bff1👅: kidding, i know what you mean

bff1👅: we should set her up with someone

you: ok so long as you organise my funeral after that, because she'd kill me if we did that

bff1👅: oh, don't be so dramatic, what could go wrong?

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18,814 likes marisabel_rguez: Slow living with my WIFE. 😇☺️😎

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ona.battle Absolute goals, you two

albaps9 since when did you become a passenger princess ↳ marisabel_rguez Since I got a cute personal chauffeur!

bff1 confirmed: misa likes watching her lover sleep. creep ↳ marisabel_rguez hey!!! 🤣 and she's my wife! 😤

yourusername hello wife. how are you wife? i love you wife. ↳ marisabel_rguez Hello wife!!! 😘😘😘

yourusername takeout runs are the only type of running i like.

bff1 my mothers

alexiaputellas Did you just capture the moment Misa realised she wanted to get a dog next? ↳ yourusername well, mr peanut won't like that ↳ alexiaputellas Did you really name your cat, mr peanut?? ↳ yourusername you're his auntie!!! you should know! ↳ alexiaputellas I'm a dog person, I don't care about that cat. ↳ yourusername you'll warm up to him, he'll wrap you around his claw 😌 ↳ yourusername but no, that's his nickname ↳ alexiaputellas Why? ↳ yourusername just because ↳ alexiaputellas Just because why? ↳ yourusername because it sounded funny ↳ alexiaputellas I swear you're still five.

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Text Messages

you: love love love

you: the girls just left 😔

you: i miss you

you: when do you land again?

wifey 💞: Hi my everything, I miss you too

wifey 💞: Did you have a good time together? ❤️

wifey 💞: Umm probably around 1am-ish?

wifey 💞: But don’t stay up until I’m home, that might take another 2-3 hours

you: dooooon’t tell me what to do

you: and yes, the bestest best best time ever

you: you act like i can sleep without knowing if you got home safely.

you: i saved you some dinner if you’re hungry

wifey 💞: Haha, it was worth a try. But thank you, baby

wifey 💞: Will probably be in the air soon, so talk later!

you: see you tonight! stay safe and i love you

wifey 💞: I love you

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jennihermoso Welcome to the world, peanut pute-rodri.

bff1 long labour? ↳ yourusername very, whew!

bff2 Aw, your son's just like his mama! (a menace!!) ↳ yourusername 😇

marisabel_rguez Look at our son 😍

albaps9 finally an auntie, i can't believe it. never thought you'd be the first with a kid. you're still a kid yourself. ↳ yourusername soooo you had all your money on ale, an athlete with a busy life? or on yourself, a doof who's single? ↳ albaps9 🤬😤

bff3 The cutest baby ever. ↳ bff1 ikr no diapers, no crying

alexiaputellas RIP to the couch he used as a scratching post. Dogs don't do that 🐶 ↳ yourusername at least he'll never destroy a really expensive set of cleats ahum ↳ alexiaputellas Nala was still young then 🤨

sofie.svava How did you convince misa to finally adopt a pet 😂 ↳ yourusername i asked reeeeeeeeally nicely ↳ bff1 read: she begged on her hands and knees ↳ yourusername 😧 ↳ bff1 get your mind out of the gutter, you dipshit ↳ marisabel_rguez She did ask really nicely, actually 😌

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Text Messages

albaquerque 🌼: mami, ale and i figured it all out

mama 😊: What did you figure out, mija?

you: alba is secretly adopted all along? 😱 i KNEW it

albaquerque 🌼: i figured out the cause of your high blood pressure and your stress

ale🐻: I'm not sure I want to be involved in this 🤨

mama 😊: What is it?

albaquerque 🌼: [photo]

you: 😑

you: i knew it would be something stupid like this

mama 😊: Haha, tell me something I don't know!

ale🐻: Mami 😂😂😂

you: oh wow 🙂

albaquerque 🌼: see? 😇

mama 😊: I love you all to pieces and equally, but Y/N honey, you did almost cost me my heart. Multiple times.

mama 😊: But that's all in the past, and we're all going through good times now. I'm proud of you and how you overcame your obstacles. You're my strong little girl, mijita.

mama 😊: I'm proud of all three of you and the life you're building for yourselves. I love you.

mama 😊: My beautiful girls!! 😍

ale🐻: Thanks mama 😘

you: your plan backfired, alba, i got complimented instead hehehe 💁‍♀️🕺

albaquerque 🌼: lalalala 😒

mama 😊: 😛

mama 😊: Some things never change.

ale🐻: Forever one step away from annoying each other 🤪

mama 😊: 🤭🤗

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username4 we were there!!!!! it was so cold but they still stayed and talked and took photos with us. yn felt very weird people wanted a photo with her too and got VERY shy, alexia just laughed at that ↳ username6 girly still doesn't seem to grasp her popularity within the woso fandom 🤣

username9 Ahh no, we just missed them 😭

username3 Eli raised beautiful, gracious women! She must be proud 🖤

username18 imagine having Ale as a big sis

username5 NO BUT LISTEN- i met her a looong while ago with my gf on the streets in madrid when she told us she'd get our message through to misa and tonight she recognised us and said she told misa back then!!! she's a literal angel!!

username35 no but why am I so obsessed with the putellas sisters? I need more of them

username10 Alexia was so sweet with Y/N, making sure she stayed close and was feeling okay. She seems like such a great big sister. ↳ username4 fr! i noticed that too! yn was getting the baby of the fam treatment! also from eli, it was rlly cute to see. eli was taking pictures for herself of ale and yn too ahaha.

username15 they really look alike here ↳ username18 Yeah, that happens with siblings 🤭

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Text Messages

you: hahaha your sister sent me a photo of you in high school

wifey 💞: Which one?

you: [photo]

you: as if i couldn’t love you more

wifey 💞: Oh my god, I’ll kill her. She's sabotaging my marriage by sending that photo to you

you: you're so dramatic ahahaha

wifey 💞: Pfff, you and I would not have been dating if we met in high school

you: WHY NOT

wifey 💞: Have you seen high school me? and have you seen high school you????

you: aw but you were so young and adorable and you were cool and already so gorgeous. we all look silly in our old photos with the trends from back then. but i love it.

wifey 💞: No, I look disgusting!!

you: you were already beautiful, and i’m pretty sure teenage-me’s heart would’ve leaped in her chest whenever you would have looked at her

you: you'd probably even be my sweet gay awakening ☺️

wifey 💞: I thought it was that actress

you: which one? there were so many 😂

wifey 💞: If we'd dated then, I'd constantly have to fight off the competition

you: yea? you would've blasted 'steal your girl' by 1D in your room after school? 😂

you: i would've only had eyes for you, let's be real

you: and high school misa already had my misa in her, so i'll adore young misa even more. protect her and carry her around like a tiny pokemon. pika pika.

wifey 💞: I've never seen a girl as pretty as you

wifey 💞: You're really weird though

you: 🙃

wifey 💞: ....👀 Kidding. I love you.

you: and i love every version of you. young, old and wrinkly, grumpy, hangry, ....horny...,frustrated after a loss.... hangry (again)

wifey 💞: Flattery will get you everywhere, Mrs Rodriguez

you: you’re making me feel like a sexy teacher, mrs putellas

wifey 💞: Is this your way of trying to get us to roleplay?

you: NO.

you: unless...

wifey 💞: You're crazy

you: about you? always. 😁

wifey 💞: I love you to pieces, you know that, right?

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you: happy 5 years together, my love. i'm easily the happiest i've ever been. i never in my wildest dreams would've imagined this. thank you for all your healing love, your support, your care and for choosing me.

wifey 💞: Happy five years, beautiful. I'll always choose you, every second of every day. You're my entire world, now and always. I love you

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a/n: happy valentine's day, my loves!

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One Last Contract - MYG, JHS, KNJ

1. The Undisclosed Reason: Murder (18+)

Pairing: Contract husband!Yoongi X contract wife!Reader, ft. Keeper!Namjoon and Ex-fiancé!Hoseok  

Theme: Mystery, angst, smut, dark, morally grey characters, soft yandere (no non-con or dub-con)

Summary: 

As a professional wife, you have no choice but to say yes to marry Min Yoongi - a mysterious yet intriguing man. But as you start living with him you discover things that meant be secrets, and it may end up being your ruin. Will your keeper aka bodyguard Namjoon and your ex-fiancé Hoseok, who abandoned you without any explanation, be able to pull you out of grasp of the man who you are falling for?

Warnings: soft yandere, implied meds addiction, mentions of death and abuse (nothing triggering). NSFW!!

Inspired from The Trunk (K-drama)

Banner designed by the utterly talented, the kindest, the nicest soul on earth, the one and only @kingofbodyrolls, Lissa. 😘😘😘💜💜💜

Minors do not interact!!

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Next installment: Curiosity Killed: None Yet

“The undisclosed reason…” His voice echoes in the mostly empty dining place, “you know what it is, don’t you?” from the way his voice sounds so distant, you know he is facing away from you. 

Your hand momentarily stops wiping the dishes. Your mind tricks you into thinking that he is testing you. 

He is testing if you are afraid of him or not. 

He is testing if you will break under his pressure or not. 

And you won’t. 

You’d only be afraid of dying if you were living. Death doesn’t scare you anymore, not when you are a walking shell of a human who has long accepted her demise. 

“I do.” you reply briefly, resuming your task at hand. 

And then you let your mind divert, let it go wherever it wants, let it land wherever it sees fit. 

“Why did you say yes then? To this marriage?” suddenly his voice is close. When you look up you see him standing at the other side of the kitchen counter. 

His eyes pierce through yours. For the first time in a week of knowing him, you see life in those eyes. You see fire. 

“The money is good. And saying no to a project reflects negatively on performance review.” You keep your focus on wiping the dishes. 

Min Yoongi stands there, staring at you as if you are an alien that has suddenly teleported to his house. 

If he expects you to shrink under his scrutinizing gaze then he is wrong. You are not that fragile. 

“Also… I am not scared to die.” you add, as quietly as possible. For a moment you wonder if he has caught you spilling those words or not. 

Maybe he has not. 

But then you hear him chuckling. 

A low, rumbly sound that resembles tiny pebbles rolling down a rocky path. 

When you look up again, his eyes lock with yours for a second time - you know he hasn’t looked away for a moment even. 

“Then what are you scared of?” Yoongi takes a dangerous step towards you, his voice dips down an octave lower. 

“Nothing.” you reply as confident as ever. 

Yoongi takes another step and crosses the thin kitchen counter to stand right before you, towering you with his figure. His body casts a shadow on yours - you are in the dark now. 

“Not even what I might do to you?” He raises his hand. With his index finger, he traces the contour of your face. “What if I do something bad? Dirty? Something worse than killing you?” 

As soon as his finger comes in contact with your skin - you feel tingles all over your body. 

It’s been years - years - since you felt something akin to this. 

Your last husband was asexual. The one before him was gay. The one before that had an affair with someone of his mother’s age. And the previous two were terminally ill. 

Min Yoongi is your first totally normal project. You wondered what had made the man cave in - to seek the assistance of a contract marriage while he could have anyone in this world within a snap of his fingers. That was until you came to know the secret. 

Min Yoongi was investigated for his ex-wife’s death. Although that was a suicide, she wrote his name in the note. 

But now as he stands before you, under the extremely dim light of the kitchen, you are not sure - of what, you don’t know. 

Anyone in the world would find him scary, especially with that scar running down on his face. But to you he looks beautiful - especially with that scar running down on his face. All of sudden, your heart is overwhelmed with an urge of tracing his scar and wishing for it to tell tales - what happened, how it happened. 

“Do you want to do something bad, dirty to me?” you find yourself challenging him. 

His lips stretch in a smile, “does your company allow that? To have sex with the contract spouses?”  

“If both parties want, then yes.” you inhale a sharp breath. The proximity, his scent, his droopy eyes, slightly parted mouth and that long dark hair cascading to his neck make you feel dizzy. 

“Do you want it?” he asks, pushing himself closer to your body. 

“As long as you use protection, yes.” Even before you could finish your sentence properly, Yoongi winds a hand around your waist and pulls you towards him. 

Your body presses together. Electricity runs around like a pair of close-knit open circuits. 

“If you regret your decision later, it’s not my fault.” he breathes down on your mouth before closing the remaining gap. 

His mouth molds on yours as you kiss him back instantly.

Again, years - it has been years - since you have shared a kiss. 

His big hands trace the path of your lower back, down the valley of your arse. Planting his palms there, he gives you a squeeze. 

Arousal gushes out of your cunt. 

The kiss is bruising. It translates how hungry both of you have been for any kind of physical action. 

Yoongi backs you on the counter, nibbling down on your lower lip and breaking the kiss while pulling the muscle of your lip with his teeth. 

He wastes no time in attaching his mouth to the angle of your jaw, leaving marks all over the column of your throat and then on your collar bones. 

His hands now travel underneath your sweater, Touching the expanse of your skin that is hidden from his eyes. When his hands reach the underside of your bra, he detaches his face from your throat and looks at you intently. 

You know he is asking for permission, which you didn’t expect from someone who was booked for instigating his ex-wife’s death. 

You nod. 

Yoongi takes his time in pulling your sweater up from your body and discarding it somewhere around the vast dining place. He, then, stares at you, with hooded eyes full of last. 

Your arousal dampens your underwear. Fuck. you absolutely didn’t expect this. 

Reaching out for your bra, you unclasp it and let it pool down on your shoulders. 

Yoongi stares at you. He doesn’t move just yet. You follow his eyes as those lower from your face to your exposed chest. 

And then he moves. Grabbing you harshly by your waist he hikes you up and sits you down on the kitchen counter. 

The cold steel top sends shivers through every corner of your body. Your already erected nipples, stands for attention even more. 

Yoongi wraps his lips on one of your nipples in a long, languid suck. You can’t help but moan. 

His one hand holds you tightly by your waist and another rolls your unoccupied nipple between his thumb and index finger. 

A gush of pleasure flows out of your core. 

Your fingers find their way in his dark locks. You take time to enjoy raking your fingers through his silky-smooth strands. 

He sinks his teeth on your nipple, making you curse out loud. Your toes curl. 

Leaving your tit alone, Yoongi dives inside your sweat pants, right through your underwear and touches your slick cunt. 

His index finger runs along your slit at first and then his thumb joins to stretch out your fold and enter your hole. 

“So wet already, huh? Seems like your previous husbands were no good.” Yoongi comments in a fleeting way. 

You can’t object. He is right. 

He enters two fingers in you without any warning. The stretch burns at first but as he scissors his fingers slowly, you find your eyes rolling backwards. 

Yoongi’s bulge presses down on your stomach and you decide you want him. You want him now. 

“Fuck me. Fuck me already.” you murmur in his hair. 

You can feel him smirking against the skin of your throat. 

“As my wife says.” he detaches his body from yours. You stare at him as he stips off of his clothing. 

Once he is out of his underwear, his dick springs up and slams against his belly. He rolls down the condom that was hiding somewhere in his pockets - you wonder if he planned his earlier. 

You get even wetter. 

Within a second he is back at where he was. He takes off your remaining clothing in a haste and lines his cock to your entrance. 

Giving you a quick stare, he enters in you, smooth and swift. 

Your breath hitches. 

Five years. After five whole years you are being pleasured. 

He goes slow at first, gives you time to adjust and then picks up his pace. 

Min Yoongi, your contract husband fucks you in his kitchen. Fucks you so good that you can’t remember what brings you here - with him, under him. 

Fucks you at an inhuman pace. 

When you cum on his cock, he grunts loudly and that’s one of the most attractive sounds you have ever heard. 

He moans again when he cums inside the condom. 

As you both try to catch your breath, he looks at you with a smirk playing on his lips. 

“And what if I kill you now?” he asks, voice hoarse with all the moans and groans. 

“Will you?” 

“Maybe.” 

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End Game 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

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The tunnel lights up ahead of you, revealing the cubic rock walls as you plant torches in your stead. The eerie soundtrack of night time and the ominous groan of zombies looming somewhere in the cave have you uptight. Silently, you press on, digging and mining mindlessly, fingers mashing the buttons on your controller. 

“Hey, where are you?” Jacob’s voice startles you. 

You nearly forgot you’re playing co-op. You sniff and shake your head, cursing aloud as your shock has you succumbing to the arrow of a sneaky skeleton. You sigh as your possessions scatter and you spawn back in your bed. 

“Back home,” you say glumly, “just ate it.” 

“Ah, damn,” his deep voice rolls in your noise-cancelling headset, “sorry, hope that wasn’t me.” 

“No, I wasn’t paying attention,” you hum and sigh.  

“Ah,” he accepts and lets silence linger before he clicks his tongue, “what’s going on? Everything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you put the controller down, your avatar sitting on the geometric bed, “I just...” you stretch your neck and massage your scalp around the thick band of the headset, “got a lot on my mind.” 

“Right. I thought you were all done exams,” he says. 

“I am, but... packing. Going home. I called my old boss and turns out I’m not gonna have a job this summer. Gotta start over,” you yawn and rub your eyes, “what about you? Final exam tomorrow?” 

“Uh... yeah,” he hesitates as if he forgot. You do wonder why he isn’t cramming right now. You could never play minecraft all night the day before a final. “Easy stuff. I’m not worried.” 

You scoff. You wish you could say the same. All you’ve done is worry those last two weeks. Exams, getting home, getting a job. Your grandmother won’t very happy to find out you’ll be slumming it for a while. At least you tucked away some money through the semester. 

“Hey, if you need a few bucks...” Jacob offers. 

“What? Are you crazy? No way,” you exclaim, “really, no, I couldn’t. I’ll be fine. I just... I hate looking for jobs. You know how it is. Friggin awkward.” 

“It’s not a big deal. My dad sent me my birthday money so...” 

“Uh uh,” you deny him again, “that’s way too much. I couldn’t-- we haven’t even met.” 

“Mm, yeah, about that,” he exhales into his microphone, “I, uh, got an extra ticket to this Con. I figured out that’s it like the midway point between us so...” 

“A con? Oh, wow--” 

“Yeah, but I get that it would be expensive so maybe I could pay for your trip?” 

“Jacob,” you wiggle the controller restlessly, “I can't accept that. It’s so nice but... it’s a lot.” 

“I wouldn’t offer it was too much,” his voice is soft, meek, and defeated. You feel bad but you would feel worse taking advantage of his kindness. “We’ve been talking all year. I just figured it would be a good chance to meet up. It would be in public and something we both like so...” 

You scratch your neck as it speckles with heat. You don’t know what’s more insulting; yes or no. 

“Can I think about it?” You ask thinly. 

The line is quiet. You look at the screen and it goes dim from your idling. You hit the analog stick and fix your headphones. 

“Jacob?” You murmur. 

“Sure, think about it,” he says, his voice raspy and rocky. It’s strange. You’ve seen him in pictures and his voice doesn’t really match his appearance. He sounds a lot older than he looks. “It’s next month so lots of time.” 

“I’m sorry,” you cringe. “I just wouldn’t want to waste your money.” 

“Trust me, it wouldn’t be a waste,” he insists, “this last year has sucked. So much. You got me through it all.” His microphone scuffs, “studying, exams, all that stuff. It’s tough making new friends. Seems like everyone here knows each other from high school.” 

“Yeah, totally,” you agree.  

You’re not exactly the most popular person. You have people you know in each class but not too many friends you hang out with outside the lecture hall or library. So far, not too many people want to spend hours mining digital gold or racing cartoon characters around a rainbow track. 

“Well, you should probably get some sleep,” you yawn, “you got your big exam and... I gotta keep packing. Gotta catch the greyhound tomorrow night.” 

“Sure, uh, yeah, right,” his disappointment is potent, “hey, will you text me when you get home? Just so I know you made it.” He snorts, “god, I sound like my dad right now.” 

“Oh, of course,” you chirp back, “I’ll try to remember. Might be late.” 

“That’s fine. Just as long as you let me know.” 

“Don’t worry about me,” you assure him, “not ‘til I have to face my grandma. Ha.” 

“Yeah, good luck with that,” he says, “well... er...” 

“Good night,” you finish for him, “let me know how the exam goes too.” 

“Will do,” his timbre gets even lower, “night.” 

You sign off and shut down the console. Another yawn flows through you and waters in your eyes. You should sleep, you got a long day waiting for you, but you know it won’t be easy. Not with so much on your mind, not least of all, Jacob’s invitation. 

🎮

You text Jacob as you get on the bus, to make sure he doesn’t worry. It’s so sweet that he does, even some of your girlfriends don’t bother that much. Not that you mind the ‘hey, bitch’ Janet sends you every now and again to make sure you’re still alive. 

You fall asleep on the bus. You’ve never been one to sleep while travelling but you’re exhausted from a night of anxious tossing and turning. After spending all day packing up the last of your things and scouring your dorm room, you’re beat to hell. 

It’s midnight as you get to your grandmother’s house. She’s up reading another Stephen King classic in her rocking chair. She’s always been a night owl and a voracious book hound. She grumbles at you but doesn’t bother to ask how your trip was. 

“Hey, grandma,” you hike up your bag and smile.  

She growls again, eyes not leaving the page. You should know better by now not to interrupt her. You shoulder on and head down to the spare room where you spent most of your high-school career. You shut the door gently as the old hardwood floors creak with your weight and you drop your bag on the squeaky bed. 

You fish out your phone and plug it in as the battery flashes red with only two percent left. You leave it on the night table and stretch out, not bothering to change out of your hoodie and jeans. It’s not long before you descend back into the same dreams that marked your journey home. 

You wake up to buzzing. Your phone shakes the nightstand, rattling it against the bed frame. You groan and roll onto your side, reaching blindly for offending object. You hit the side button to dismiss the call.  

You blink away the bleariness and focus on the screen. Along with the missed call are several text messages. You squint as you expand the notifications. Jacob! You forgot to message. 

‘Hey, you home?’ 

‘Checking in. Must be busy getting settled in. Just let me know when you’re safe.’ 

‘Not meaning to be weird but everything okay?’ 

‘Please answer me. I’m worried.’ 

You drag your thumb around the keyboard, letting it predict your words; ‘sorry! I was so tired. Home now and safe 😊' 

Three dots pop up then swoop away. You frown as the same thing happens several times before a response appears. 

‘Was really worried. Thanks for finally answering. Been up all night.’ 

You’re stunned by the terse response. Yeah, you forgot to answer but he doesn’t need to worry that much. You frown and shift onto your side. 

‘Srry again. Tired. Talk in morning. Night.’ 

You turn your phone on silent and plug it back into the cord. You do feel bad but you’re too exhausted to let it keep you up. Besides, you need your sleep. You have lots of job hunting to do in the morning. Not to mention, your grandmother to face. 

🎮

You let Jacob cool down after your return home. Rather, he doesn’t text and you’re too distracted to do the same. As much as you’d like to sit around and game, your grandmother was as disappointed as you expected with your employment status, even when you gave her the money you had left in your emergency fund. 

After a week, you finally get a bite. It’s nothing special. There’s a seasonal ice cream shop in a booth shaped like a vanilla cone that needs a cashier on weeknights. It’s less than full time hours but it’s better than nothing. It will be strange working with high school juniors but you can’t afford to be picky. 

‘Game tonight?’ The text interrupts your first shift. You don’t have a chance to answer as a family approaches the window to order. 

You get them the soft serve and take their payment, bidding them a good evening with their vanilla points already drooping in the summer heat. You glance around at the mostly empty picnic tables. Soccer practice will end soon and you’ll be overloaded with eight-year-olds. 

‘Srry. New job. 1st shift. Maybe tmrw.’ 

‘New job? Congrats. Why didn’t you tell me?’ 

You sigh.  

‘Time got ahead of me.’ 

‘Same. Catch up tomorrow then. Minecraft?’ 

‘Sure. Tmrw.’ 

You slip your phone away. A mother and daughter approach and ask for a sundae and a banana split. As much as you love ice cream, working with it hasn’t tested your cravings very much. In fact, you might be falling out of love with it. The smell of vanilla and overly sweetened strawberries is kind of gross when it’s all you breathe. 

As you watch the happy customers walk away, you smile. Maybe it will be good to get some mining done. It will take your mind off of everything else. Hell, it might even make you feel like you’re doing something useful. 

🎮

“Shit, oh, sorry,” Jacob corrects himself. You always think it's kind of funny how he doesn’t like to swear. “My diamond armor.” 

“Oh no,” you utter, “where are you? I’ll grab your stuff.” 

He gives his coordinates and you turn around, leaping over the green blocks to make your way there. Despite your reticence at the beginning, you’re feeling better about the session. He wasn’t as tense as he seemed in his texts. 

“So, uh, did you think about the con?” Jacob asks. 

“The con? I almost forgot. When is it?” 

He gives the dates and you hum. Your chest flutters at the thought still. You’re not stupid. Meeting people IRL is not like online, no matter how many hours you’ve mined together. As much as you enjoy chatting with Jacob, you don’t know about meeting up. 

“I get it if you can’t get the time off but my offer still stands to cover the trip. If you wanna stay the night, I’ll even get an airBnB.” 

“Oh, wow, that’s a lot. I’m working now. I could put in,” you offer.  

“Is that a yes?” He asks hopefully. 

“I don’t know... I mean, I’ll have to look into it,” you say evasively. “Talk to my boss and grandma and all that.” 

“Right, right,” he tries to sound unbothered, “makes sense. Of course, no pressure. How about I send you the ticket either way? Haven’t got anyone else to bite.” 

“Oh, well, hold off, I wouldn’t want to take it and not use it,” you collect his weapons and armor from the ground in the game. 

It’s silent as you focus on getting every little thing. 

“Sorry, did I freak you out?” He asks, “I’m really not trying to pressure you, just got excited thinking about it.” 

“I know, Jacob, it’s not that, it’s just... a lot.” 

“Totally get it,” he intones, “let me know whenever you got an answer. Uh, where are you? I’m tryna find you.” 

“Just stay there, I'll come back to the house,” you assure him, happy to focus on the game instead. 

Still, you can’t entirely lose yourself in it. You’re sure he’s a nice guy. From pictures, he’s less than scary, and he’s never been anything but friendly. It’s not like the other dudes you meet online who jump to asking about your bra size and all that. It just isn’t smart. 

Well, maybe if you don’t show up alone. You know what con he’s talking about and Kara lives near there. You could probably convince her to meet up. Hm, that might work. 

Just like you told him, you’ll have to think about it. 

[dark666posting]

Obsession

TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON *** Flayed Billy, dark!Billy

Oops I started this story in like 2022 lmao. Here it is, more Flayed Billy™️

Happy New Year!!!

"Yeah? Well, next time you want your dick sucked, you can call Mrs. fucking Wheeler!" You screamed into the car before slamming the door with all your strength. You successfully held back tears as you stomped away from your now ex-boyfriend's car and shoved through your front door. In the Camaro, Billy sat fuming.

A common occurrence for him on the job is to flirt frequently with the older, married women. He never intended on going anywhere with it, until he did. And he got caught pretty quickly after. Billy's mommy issues tied him to the maternal comfort of older women, but you were the only woman he cared about. The only woman he wasn't letting get away. Breaking up certainly wasn't an option whether you knew it or not.

Billy tried to mentally talk himself down before he followed behind you. Your parents are out of town for the week, so he doesn't worry about being stopped.

"Y/N, can we please talk about this? I don't know what you think you saw-" his gaslighting is cut off.

"I know what I saw! Get the fuck out of my house!" You yell, throwing a book in his direction. The two of you weren't strangers to getting physical with each other.

"Hey!" Billy dodges the book, quickly turning to face you again. A look of pure anger is plastered on his face, but he remains poised as best as possible. "Darling, I am trying to fix this. We aren't breaking up." His voice trembles with the strain of withholding his rage.

"We are broken up. This is fucking over." You've never backed down from him before and you didn't plan on starting today. "As of right fucking now, Hargrove, I am single."

"Oh, you're single?" His voice is quiet and he's eerily calm compared to his struggle earlier. He steps toward you and at first, you stand firm, but the closer he gets, the more you shuffle backward. "You're single?" He asks again, expecting a response.

"Y-Yes. Just like you pretended to be." Billy slaps you across the face quicker than you could register, knocking you to the floor. "What the fuck?!" You clutch your cheek as a fiery sting spreads across your skin.

"Let me show you what happens to sluts that don't have boyfriends to protect them." He grabs you by your hair and damn near drags you to the couch. You kick and fight, doing everything in your power to loosen the pull on your scalp.

"Billy, stop!" You scream as he wrestles you onto the couch. He's exceptionally strong and you are no match.

"Look at you. This isn't even hard for me. You need me to protect you or else someone could have his way with you any time he wants." Billy's voice sounds like a taunt. He successfully pins your wrists together under one of his hands and the other starts to roughly rub your cunt through your jeans.

"What the fuck? Let me go, what are you doing?" You squirm and jerk away from him, feeling panic and pleasure as his hand creates friction against you. "Billy, please stop!" Tears well in your eyes. You've never seen him like this, and he doesn't seem to be letting up. He stares down at you with a blank, serious face. You beg him repeatedly with your eyes, wishing you would've just locked the door behind you.

"You're not safe without me. I have to show you." Billy's emotionless expression sends chills down your spine. It's like any part of him that held morals or empathy has been completely shut down.

"No, please," you whimper, but to no avail. Billy slips his hand in your pants, past your panties, slipping a long, nimble finger between your folds. You release a yelp, earning a small, short-lived smirk from Billy. He continues to delicately rub your clit, you melt into his touch before something seems to click in his mind.

"But this is how your boyfriend would touch you. Look how wet you are, you love it. Now I'm gonna show you how a whore gets fucked." Suddenly he tears his hand away, leaving you silently begging for contact. He effortlessly slips your pants from your body and tears your skimpy tank top in half, leaving you in nothing but your panties. You blush as your exposed breasts bounce from Billy's rough treatment.

You assume he's just going to keep toying with you. Another attempt to win you over with an orgasm as he had plenty of times before, even if this was a bit scarier. You're torn from your thoughts when you hear the sound of his belt buckle jingling against itself.

Your eyes go wide as he reveals his throbbing erection. He looms over you, stroking himself as he drinks in the image of you trembling beneath him.

"Billy, I don't want to have sex. Get out of my house. We aren't gonna fuck and pretend we're fine anymore-" he stuffs his length down your throat, cutting you off.

"I don't know how to make it any clearer for you, Y/N. You're too fucking stupid to realize what's happening. It's almost cute." Billy plugs your nose, effectively cutting off all your oxygen as he holds your head against him despite your arms swatting at him for dear life.

It finally dawned on you, that this was not his usual roughness and inability to take "no" for an answer. And you weren't about to get away from him. Panic takes over, controlling your next move. You try to kick and swat him away, but he's inhumanly strong. Stronger than what you're used to, you realize. When he finally allows you to take a breath you look up at him with watery eyes.

"Billy, please," you garble through the drool pooling in your mouth. Your jaw aches from the invasion.

"If you're not mine, I'll make sure nobody wants you," he growls as his expression grows darker. His eyes seem like they belong to someone else and small, black veins rise all over his skin. He looks like a monster, a creature you can't describe. You release a horrified scream before he jerks you from the couch and slams you down on the hardwood floor. Your head smacks the wood with a sharp thud, knocking your vision unsteady.

"Baby, listen. I-I'm sorry. Let's just fuck and make up, okay? Like we always do," you try so hard to reason with him as a sharp ache echoes through your skull. You're petrified, certain he's contracted some sort of rabies-like illness causing this outburst.

"Something's... Happening, Y/N." Billy stares off into the distance, looming over you. "I just... I just need to hurt you." The black, spidery veins beneath his skin grow darker as he admits his intentions.

"Please," you sob uncontrollably. "Please don't hurt me, baby." Billy ignores your pathetic pleas and stares down at your exposed supple chest. A primal, starving sigh exits his body and in the blink of an eye, his large, powerful hand is clasped tightly around your throat. You wheeze and gag, but to no avail, your oxygen is completely cut off. You're certain that with any more effort, he'd crush your windpipe like an empty soda can.

Billy's free hand slaps your breasts around and roughly tugs at your hardened nipples. Each touch he lays on you is sharp and jarring, devoid of any amount of love and care he barely showed even on a good day. You're clawing at his hand around your neck, turning all new shades of purple and blue and he holds you down. Slowly, your hits become weak and sloppy and your vision fades from blurred to black.

Once you're out cold, he tosses your unconscious body over his shoulder and lugs you into your bedroom. Not to be kind or show you any kind of comfort or mercy, but because the bed is the perfect height for him to splay your legs open and tear you to pieces.

He carelessly tosses you into the mattress, stroking himself as he watches you lie there, seemingly lifeless, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. Those are short-lived as he effortlessly snaps the fabric from your body. You're his, completely. He wastes no time toying with you since you're already unresponsive, so he positions his cock at your entrance and shoves himself inside.

He's rough and unyielding as he bucks into you, forcing your body to lubricate his erection for easier access. You're still unconscious, unknowingly being fucked by your ex-boyfriend. He huffs and grunts like a wild animal, continuously readjusting his hands around your body parts for more leverage.

Your legs are lazily tossed over his shoulders, and he holds your wrists to pull you against him with each thrust. Suddenly, you wake up. All the violent fucking you'd endured before waking up seems to hit you all at once and you release a pained cry. The sound of your distress elicits a vulgar moan from Billy.

"Please, no! Billy, stop!" You whine, writhing and squirming against him, only stimulating him further. He moans some more, clearly approaching his climax. Finally, somehow, you're able to angle your leg to kick him away. You land a sharp, calculated kick to his jaw and he stumbles backward, giving you time to take off down the hall.

Billy screams your name like a monstrous roar, tearing through your home to chase after you. He knocks over shelves and side tables, breaking a lamp in the process. Your house looks ransacked. When he rounds the corner and spots you again, you're struggling to get the door open, loud sobs hiccup from your chest, and tsunamis of tears fall from your eyes.

"You're fucked now. That was me being gentle." He cracks his knuckles before slowly, confidently approaching you. You scream again in fear before finally getting the lock to unlatch. You frantically spill out the door and onto the porch. You're nearly off the last step when he grabs you by your hair, yanking you backward into him.

"Billy, no. Billy-" Your words fall out of you quickly with a more collected, serious tone to them as you begin to panic. You don't know if he's going to continue fucking you, or just kill you here on the front lawn. It's dark and your house is a little more secluded than most, something you saw as a good thing until tonight.

Billy holds you by the wad of your hair he's wrapped his hand in and your wrist, keeping you pressed flush against his broad, muscular body.

"I just need to hurt you." He echoes his own words before shoving you cruelly to the ground. You land on the front of your body with barely any time to catch yourself. The rough grassy yard is less than pleasant when it catches you. Billy swiftly climbs on top of you, pinning your arms behind your back and pressing his bulge against your ass.

He forces himself back inside your abused cunt and ruts into you like his life depends on it. You're right next to a road, but it's so late, that it'd be nearly impossible to see someone pass by at this hour. Until they do. You spot a set of headlights coming down the road and you try to thrash around to get their attention. Billy notices this attempted call for help and buries your face into the ground, continuing his mission.

As the car draws closer, you realize that it is too dark for you to see the thick shrubbery completely concealing you and Billy from the road. The car drives right past and you release a quiet sob into the dirt.

"No one's coming for you, Y/N," he growls between thrusts. Finally, his rhythm begins to waver. His breathing becomes labored and unsteady and he finally slams into you one last time, filling you up for a moment before he pulls out and finishes cumming all over your back and in your hair. He lays a brutally aggressive slap on your ass cheek and leaves you there. You hear his car start and pull out of the driveway, all the while you remain on the ground.

Silent, blank-faced tears fall down your face. You manage to peel yourself off the ground and drag yourself inside before the sun begins to rise. You sit in a warm bath, still in shock when you realize your hand is wandering to the sore opening between your legs. You can't help but relive every second he tore into you. You don't understand this feeling, but it brings you to orgasm in mere minutes.

The rest of the night you're anxious and afraid. Afraid he'll come back, or worse, afraid he won't. You recall all the parasitic veins spreading over his skin and you shudder. He's not well, and you were merely a casualty of that.

He just needed to hurt you.

[rivendellwatch]

!!!!! SPICE WEEK STARTS TODAY !!!!!

Spice Week officially begins TODAY (16th of June) and I could not be more excited (and mildly unhinged)!!! Whether you're here to drop the smuttiest fic your brain can conjure, deliver a suggestive headcanon that derails everyone’s sanity, or just vibe in the corner and cheer others on with a nervous cup of tea, we are SO glad to have you!!!

This is your official invitation to the weird, warm, spicy lil inn at the edge of Rivendell where every traveler, ship, kink, and chaotic creative impulse is welcome (as long as you’re respectful and tag your stuff 🫶)!! This is also your official warning that there will be SPICE mentioned below so... Yeah beware XD

🧡 Post when you want! 🧡 Post what you want! 🧡 Post how you want! (Tumblr, AO3, interpretive dance—go wild.)

Use the tag #spice week 2025, tag your themes and ships clearly, and most importantly: have FUN!!!

I am SO EXCITED to see what delicious chaos you’ve all cooked up. Happy writing, happy reading, and welcome to the spice inn!!! 🥂🌶️💋

Here are the rules, the prompts (general ones), the wheels, the daily prompts and more!!!

🚫 Things That Are NOT Allowed:

Let’s get serious for a second (I know, tragic). These themes will not be accepted, allowed, or tolerated:

❌ Underage content (and that includes "but they’re technically 300 years old" if they’re mentally a child or presented as underage).

❌ Non-con / dub-con (nope. not even if it's ‘fantasy’ or ‘symbolic.’)

❌ Sexual assault / rape (again, NO.)

❌ Bestiality / zoophilia (If the creature isn’t sentient (can’t speak, can't consent, or doesn't have a complex personality like a person), don’t write spicy stuff about it.)

❌ Explicit or glorified abuse (BDSM, kink etc are not automatically abuse. Consensual kink between adults — including things like power dynamics, restraints, etc. — is allowed as long as it’s clearly framed with consent, safety, and communication (whether in the fic, author note or the tags/warnings). We know the difference between "consensual rough play" and "non-consensual harm," and we expect contributors to know it too.)

❌ NSFW content involving minors in any way

❌ Extreme graphic violence

❌ Using mis-tagging to sneak around these rules (If you do this, I will personally hunt you down for sport)

Any work including the above will be rejected from the AO3 collections and not promoted or associated in any way with Spice Week. If I see it... I’ll be pulling a full Galadriel-when-the-ring-tempts-her moment.

And you will be blocked. Simple as that.

If you're ever unsure whether your content crosses that line, feel free to ask — it's better to clarify!

Minors DNI. I Mean It.

I hate to sound like a mom and not the unhinged older sibling I truly am but: MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. DO NOT PARTICIPATE!!!

This event is 18+ only.

And if I catch you trying to sneak in, I will go full Elrond at the Council:

“You have only one choice. The ring must be cast back into the fire.” Translation: Blocked. Yeeted. Banned.

ABSOLUTELY NO ACTOR X ACTOR CONTENT.

This is your official warning, delivered with all the chaotic love of a Silvan auntie with a battle axe and a wine goblet: do NOT submit Actor x Actor stuff. I beg. I plead. I gnash my teeth like Gollum in a cave. I should NOT have to say this in 2025 but here we are.

No "Actor A x Actor B", no "what if the cast lived together in a cottage and accidentally fell in love over pancakes," no "they were at the Emmys and their hands touched" — STOP. RIGHT. THERE!!!!.

This is a SPICE WEEK for LOTR, Rings of Power, the Silmarillion, all that delicious Middle-earth madness. You wanna write Gil-galad pining like a sad Victorian maiden? YES. You wanna write Celebrimbor doing morally questionable things with molten gold and Sauron’s attention? YES AGAIN. But if you try to hand me anything that involves ACTORS DOING FAKE THINGS TO EACH OTHER, I will yeet it into Mount Doom myself.

This isn’t TMZ, it’s Tolkien. This is a safe space for fictional emotional damage, not crossing boundaries with real humans. Be cool. Be respectful. Be feral about canon if you want — just leave the cast ships OUT of your thirst posts.

If you post RPF to the tag, I will smite you with the Wrath of the Valar and a ✨very petty block✨. I’m not above it. Ask anyone. I’m powered by vibes and caffeine (not those days tho, blood pressure is borderline 180 so I CANNOT HAVE COFFEE) and I DO NOT flinch.

TLDR: No Actor x Actor. Not even a little. Not even as a joke. Not even “but it’s so soft” — NO.

✅ What IS Welcome (a.k.a. the Many Ways You May Sin Respectfully in Middle-earth):

Spice Week is your chance to let your imagination run wild through the plains of Rohan, the halls of Moria, and yes, even the caves behind waterfalls in Lothlórien (you know the ones). This event is here to celebrate all the fun, flirty, and feral aspects of the Tolkienverse, so as long as your content abides by the boundaries listed above — you’re welcome to go full “Galadriel with a sword” energy!!!

All Tolkien content is allowed: that means The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, The Silmarillion, Rings of Power, Unfinished Tales, History of Middle-earth, etc. If Tolkien even breathed near it, it’s fair game.

Any ships (canon, rarepair, OC x canon, elf x dwarf, whatever) are welcome — no judgment, no ship bashing. If it’s consensual, legal, and tagged appropriately, I’ll be there nodding like Elrond pretending to be chill while Legolas and Gimli flirt in front of him.

AUs? Oh absolutely. Modern AUs, coffeeshop AUs, swordsmith AUs, “oops we’re fake dating in Valinor” AUs — please. Go feral. Want to put Elros in a flower shop or Galadriel in a motorbike gang? Live your truth!

Ghosts? Time travel? Reincarnation? Magical body swaps? As long as consent and clear communication are respected in the narrative, bring the weirdness. We love a little fantasy chaos.

Fanfic, fanart, moodboards, poetry, crafts, playlists, embroidery of spicy verses in Tengwar — all forms of creative content are welcome! (Yes, even memes.)

Fluff-with-spice? Cool. Full smut? Sure. Just vibes and longing glances fading to black? Go off. So spicy it needs a Silmaril to cool down? Just tag it right, and we’re good!

Note: Absolutely not opening the floor for debates on the Not Allowed list.

This isn’t the Council of Elrond, you’re not Frodo dramatically volunteering, and I’m not here to hear impassioned speeches about “but what if it’s tasteful non-con??” No. The rules are firm, the mountain is closed, and if you try to toss this content into the fires of this event, I will be Gollum and bite your finger off. No tantrums, no loophole gymnastics, no “devil’s advocate” essays. Just vibes, fictional spice, and respecting boundaries.

If those do not fit your wishes, you're welcome to host your own event or post your stuff, just do not associate it to Spice Week.

Before I unleash the glorious chaos that is our 15 General Prompts for Spice Week, I just wanted to say—THANK YOU. You’re all a delight, a menace, and an inspiration. This event has already filled my inbox, soul, and tea mug with so much love and mischief.

These prompts are here to give you ideas, nudges, or dramatic lightbulb moments in the shower. You can use them, twist them, ignore them, combine them with other prompts, or just let them haunt you lovingly while you write something totally different. No rules, only vibes (and tagging, please tag).

There’s no pressure to do them all or do them in order. They're just here to make your creative brain go 🛼🌶️🛏️💦 (you know, in a respectful way).

Alright, here come the spicy goblins—I mean, prompts. Let's go!

Character A has Character B pinned against a wall, whispering what they’re going to do—but never touching.

Character B is trying to be professional, but Character A shows up wearing that outfit again.

“Say that again. Slower.” — Character A after Character B mumbles something suggestive.

Character B is jealous after seeing Character A flirt at the bar. They drag them away and make their point in a dark hallway.

“You look better in my clothes.” — Character A sees Character B wearing their shirt and nothing else.

Forced to share a bed. Character A wakes up to find Character B pressed up behind them—very closely.

Character A has a thing for power dynamics. Character B just found out—and uses it.

Character B is covered in marks from last night. Character A watches them try to hide them all day.

"You can’t just say that and expect me to behave." — Character A after Character B gives them a sultry command.

Character B has been teasing Character A all day. Now they’re locked in a room together. Alone.

Character A walks in on Character B touching themselves, saying their name.

They promised to keep it secret, but the risk of being caught just makes Character A want it more.

Character B gets flustered when Character A murmurs praise between kisses, hot and close.

Character A: “You’re going to stay still while I have my way with you. Understood?”

Post-argument tension. They didn’t mean to yell. But now Character B has Character A up against the kitchen counter.

🎡 THE WHEELS HAVE BEEN SUMMONED 🎡

Feeling spicy but not sure where to start? Roll the chaos dice! I've put together a set of Spice Week prompt wheels to help you brainstorm or throw yourself into creative chaos with zero warning. There are five wheels: one for names (because why not), one for rougher prompts, one for softer/lighter prompts, one for a word you must include somewhere, and one wildcard wheel for ✨surprises✨.

Use them as warmups, combine a few, or spin five times and suffer (respectfully). Absolutely no pressure to use them, but if you do, I’d love to see the wild combos you land on!

[Small note but the rough prompts wheel and the wildcard wheel are not on the same website as others because they are not "family friendly" so the website wouldn't allow me to share them. I re-made them on another website who does allow it!]

Character names wheel accessible here!

Rough prompts wheel accessible here!

Softer/lighter prompts wheel accessible here!

Word to include wheel accessible here!

Wildcard wheel accessible here!!

🔥 Daily Spice Prompts – Dynamics & Kinks Edition 🔥

Day 1: “Just Friends” (with very friendly benefits) Character A and Character B insist they're just friends. You know, the kind that "accidentally" sleep tangled together. Or with one casually in the other’s lap. Or who can’t stop kissing. Exploring the delicious tension, denial, or eventual surrender.

Day 2: Hand Kink / Touch-Starved Teasing One of them can't stop staring at the other's hands. The way they grip a weapon, cradle a cup, tug off gloves... it’s torture. Bonus points for “you have no idea what you’re doing to me” energy.

Day 3: Power Exchange (Soft or Rough) A usually dominant character gives up control—or takes it. Maybe it’s gentle guiding, maybe it's a teasing command, maybe it’s someone realizing they like being told what to do (or telling). Could be emotional or physical. Your spice, your rules!

Day 4: “Oops, there’s only one bed” with a Twist They expected privacy. They did not expect each other. It's cold. It’s awkward. It’s also not staying awkward for long. Can be fluffy or toe-curling spicy, depending on your mood.

Day 5: Praise Kink / “Say That Again” One character gets flustered (or emboldened) by compliments or verbal encouragement—"you're doing so well", "look at you", “you like that, don’t you?” Cue unraveling. Emotional intensity welcome.

Here are the links for the AO3 collections (for those wanting to post on AO)!!!

Here is the anon collection available here!!

Here is the named collection available here!!

Here is part one of the Banners!!! I'll post more in a few days, promise!!!

Also a huge thank you to @greenleaf4stuff for making the extension period banners!!! 💚 This is such a cute, thoughtful idea, and I love it so much, what a lovely way to remind everyone that there's absolutely nothing wrong with needing a bit more time!!! Life happens! And honestly, there's something really wholesome about celebrating the fact that we’re trying, despite everything 🥹💕

Whether you're running late, editing slow, or just now getting your spark back, this extension period is for you, and you're still so valid for participating!! Thank you so much again @greenleaf4stuff for making those!!!

🌶️ Spice Week 2025 – Tumblr Community Info! 🌶️

The Tumblr community for Spice Week is officially open!

It's a moderated space, so if you'd like to join (to share things, scream, support each other, or drop unhinged WIP lines at 2 a.m.), just DM me and I’ll send you the invite link directly!

That way we can keep things cozy, safe, and spicy in the best possible way 🖤

Let’s make this event fun, supportive, and glorious—can’t wait to see what everyone brings to the table!!

And that's it!! Happy first day of Spice Week!! If I haven't reached out following your tag in the next 24h, feel free to dm me directly! I'm in France so my timezone is a bit wacked but I do try my best XD !

Hope you'll have fun peeps and see you soon!!!

[blade-liger-4ever]

I was thinking and. tfp would've been better served with just two human child characters.

They're all extremely different characters with their own stories, but splitting the focus too much made all of them suffer a bit, and Raf is just there most of the time to be Bumblebee's mouthpiece or do computer stuff.

So:

Miko is still loud, abrasive, jarring, impulsive, and a troublemaker. But being an exchange student means she should be visibly smart, and giving her computer skills would've been such a testament to her character, her education, and given her a lot of depth early on. Yes, she gets in detention five times a week and runs on the battlefield every day on the weekend, but she also knows how to code like it's nobody's business, so she also knows how to sit still and take stuff in it's just incredibly boring if she's not interested. All that random esoteric knowledge Raf knows about the US government could also be explained away by her wanting to know stuff about the country she's visiting and using that info to weigh the pros and cons of where in the world to go.

Jack can understand Bumblebee. Making him suddenly be the older brother to a fourteen-year-old would be so incredibly wholesome, and it would give him a better reason to have an overinflated sense of responsibility and leadership. If he still has a job with KO Burger, trying to explain the concept of currency might highlight just how different their upbringings have been. It would also set up his interactions with Smokescreen as a guide later on, and it immediately establishes a more brotherly relationship between Smokescreen and Bumblebee.

idk I also think it might be cool for June to flip out about how Jack was able to afford a sports car. like wtf did you DO? are you selling DRUGS?! I AM A NURSE, I COULD LOSE MY LISCENSE! just a very reasonable crashout from a very stressed mother & medical professional who's been given no real explanation. (You could set up the illegal street racing episode early on, even - Jack knows about it and says he bought it used and practically a wreck. Or June has treated too many race victims and threatens to confiscate if he ever does go out racing. Or both!)

Arcee would also be able to properly grieve without someone else to take care of, and it would be cool to give her solo episodes. Imagine if there were no Jack for her to worry about in Predatory?

You could also directly parallel Orion Pax and Megatronus. Bookworm that's ridiculously good at coding who keeps getting into trouble and headstrong leader that can't seem to control people around him but they're both insufferably fond of each other (ie Jack and Miko have bonded to each other because they're the only other one they can talk to abt this)? smells like a fun blast from the past.

You can get a lot more story per character if you reduce your cast size even by one.

Honestly, kudos to you man. That fixes so many things.

I like how you suggested Miko being the brainy computer geek in addition (I assume) to her love of heavy metal. That would have also shown off just why she's an exchange student, as not just anybody gets to go to a different country for lessons.

Jack's setup, as you posited, works beautifully. That would have given Bumblebee more to do, Jack an actual reason to be "Mr. Responsible", and having that blowout between mother and son over the New Car that her son suddenly has would've enhanced the story. And yeah, Arcee should've been a solo character; by putting her with Jack she's basically getting a crutch who won't really improve her behavior, but left alone she's gotta deal with the hard truth and grow from it.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts man, that really is a good idea.

[ingravinoveritas]

martinsharmony replied to your post “Another tidbit from Rob Wilkins at Ineffable Con…”

!!! I did not know that David would not let go! WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS

@martinsharmony I don't think any of us knew! At least not besides the folks who attended Ineffable Con last year. I don't remember this ever being mentioned after the event, and I'm floored at how it somehow didn't come out until now.

And now I can't help thinking of what else we don't know about the kiss, even though so much of what we do know and have heard has already painted an incredible picture. This new information also has me thinking of Michael's comments on The Assembly with a fresh perspective...

That maybe the reason Michael and David didn't talk about it beforehand was because there was so much emotion involved. Because they both knew exactly what to do to bring what was needed to that kiss, without saying a word. And that the reason they don't talk about it now is because they both already know exactly what it meant, to the characters and to themselves.

For my part, I would've thought for certain that it would be Michael who couldn't let go. But David. David is like the dark horse that no one ever saw coming...and yet somehow this feels so much like him, like what we have seen before with David more often expressing himself through actions than words. David, who very possibly knows too well what it's like to have such powerful feelings pent up for so long, feelings that he could only pour out into one beautiful, sorrowful, perfectly imperfect kiss.

And that also makes me think of something else David said about the kiss, about the most difficult part being other people's awkwardness. The kiss kept going and going, and David wouldn't let go, and maybe that's what others were seeing. The reason why he wouldn't let go. That there was something so deeply intimate happening between him and Michael--beyond the physical--and in that moment, there was no hiding it or disguising it or playing it off as a joke. Maybe David wouldn't let go because somewhere along the way, he stopped acting and started being, just the same way that Michael did five years ago with Aziraphale.

So yes, I am very much blown away by what we've learned today, almost exactly a year after seeing the kiss in GO 2. I can only imagine what we'll continue to find out in the weeks, months, and years ahead...

[deadn30n-arch]

activity notice

i wanted to go ahead and post this before i head into work bc i've been marinating on it for roughly a week and while yes, i already am pretty low activity, there are some things i've been thinking about.

namely, i'm going to start putting myself on a schedule in order to fit in time for my hobbies, the things i want to do / get into, and the list of things i'm watching + going to be watching with some friends. part of the reason i'm doing this is not only bc i want to make time for everything i want to do ( read, play other games, draw, spend time with my pookies, go to the gym, cook, etc. ) but also bc i've found that setting up a schedule for myself as an AuDHD person helps me not get overwhelmed by the sheer thought of everything i want to do

so

that means you can expect me to be most active on weekends in terms of writing. i mean i kinda already said that in the past but yeah i'm more or less reinforcing the fact that a majority of my activity is gonna be on weekends. this doesn't mean i won't write during the week ( bc there are definitely some threads and things i have going currently that i know my ass is gonna reply to lightning fast ) but it's going to be sparse.

and i completely understand if this makes you not want to write with me. if you're impatient or would prefer faster rp partners, that's fine. there's no pressure to keep following me. just, for me personally, i want to start making time for my hobbies as well as the plans i have upcoming for the year. i'm going to a con later this year and i'll be meeting my bff for the first time in three years, so i plan to work longer hours at work too, meaning i'll get out later. i'm usually 10-3/4pm, but i may be staying as late as 5/6pm in order to amass extra income for us in November

i'm setting up a decent sleep schedule for myself too ( going to be around 10/11pm ) bc my body functions better that way and getting up earlier.

so... yeah! i think that's it?

if the low activity isn't an issue or you want to write more actively w/ me, i definitely invite you to add me on discord bc i do a lot of discord rp and am much quicker with it. i know that's not everyone's cup of tea so there's definitely no pressure on that end. just know that if you want to build storylines with me but me being slow on tumblr kinda hinders that, we can always do it on discord and translate it to tumblr in other stuff we write

[ahiyashi]

The Gift

The week before your birthday, your captor of three years decides to give you a gift

TW: slight nsfw ( kiss), slight non con ( kiss) mention of murder, slavery, harrament,, mention of sexual actions, mention of non con touching

Waking up in the morning was always a hard thing for you to do. It was especially hard because you never knew when morning was annymore. You've been held captive for almost three years underground. Your birthday in a week marked the third anniversary your captive has held you.

What started off as kidnapping you for ransom from your powerful and wealthy family ended with them all dead and him keeping you alive. Everyday you blamed your self for their deaths. If you would have never wandered off alone from your gaurds, he would have never took the opportunity to grab you. Your family would have never died.

Since that day, the only thing your captive decided you were useful for was cleaning. You awoke and quickly dressed in the only outfit you captor allowed you to keep, a (f/c) kimono you recieved on your birthday three years ago with the blood of your mother still on it, and went to the laundry room to fetch his laundry and bring it to his room.

The one place you hated to go to was into your captor Lord Orochimaru's room. it's especially more terrifying when he was in there, and he always was when you cleaned.

You hated how he looked at you. You hated how his eyes lazily wandered across your small form as you put his clothes away. You hated how he would look down your shirt when you bent over to pick up an item he "accidently" dropped in front of him. You hated when he touched you.

It was no secret amongst the others that Lord Orochimaru was weirdly obsessed with you. Everytime they saw you interact with him, he would always say or do something to you. However, the others knew their place, knowing that if they said or attempted to do anything about it they would be killed. They were forbidden to look at or interact with you in anyway.

You left the laundry room with a basket of Lord Orochimmaru's clothes and slowly started to walk to his room. It was a short walk From the laundry room. Even with how slow you were walking, you still managed to make it there quickly. You took a few shallow breaths before you walked in. As you walked in, there he was sitting on the edge of his bed with no shirt on.

You put your head down as you walked in. From the moment you walked into the room, you felt his golden eyes resting on you. You could feel his burning gaze with every step you took as you shakily put the clothes away as quickly as possible.

" (Y/N)", he finally spoke up. "Come here". Slowly, you make your way towards Lord Orochimaru. As you stood in front of him to him, you could feel the heat and sinister aura raidiating from his body as he stood up. You kept your head down, which amused him. "Look up darling, it wont kill you". he placed is calloused hand gently under your soft chin to slowly lift your face to look at him in his golden eyes.

As your head moved up, you took notice of how scarred his toned chest was. Your breathing slowed as you came to gaze upon his terrifyingly handsome face. A sinister smile formed on his face. "That's better, "he whispered.

"I understand that in one week it's your birthday am I correct?" you hesitantly shook your head yes. Orochimaru let out a laugh. "No do not shake your head. Let me hear you say it. Let me here your pretty voice say in one week it's your birthday."

You swallowed thr hard lump that was forming in your throat. "Y-yes m-my lord, my birthday is in one week." You rushed to get the sentence out.

"Now was that so hard," he asked.

Orochimaru did not wait for a response before walking away to the desk on the other side of the room. He opened the top drawer and pulled something out. He looked up at you and motioned you over like he was calling a child to him.

"I have a early birthday gift for you."

Once you made it to him, he put his hand out. In his hand was a tiny purple box with a green ribbon. You hesitantly took the box from him. You stared at it for a moment before Orochimaru broke your concentration.

"Go ahead, open it."

Slowly, you remove the ribbon and let it fall to the floor. You lift the lid to see the contents inside the box. Inside was a silver snake pendent with emerald green and purple ombre eyes. "Do you like it," Lord Orochimaru asked. You returned your gaze to his menacing eyes before you respond." I-it's beautiful you stutter out."

Orochimaru let out a slight chuckle and took the necklace out of the box. "Good," he replied as he made you turn around to put the pendant around your delicate neck. "I have decided that in one week, the night of your birthday I will have you. You will be in my bed with me and fufill my needs as my new bed slave. I've wanted to fuck you the day Kabuto brought you back here. I've waited for the right time and your birthday is the perfect time to have you."

You dropped the box and stood there with a look of horror on your face. After he fastned the necklace around your neck, you were made to turn around and face him. One look at your fear strickened face, he let out a chuckle and gently licked your nose.

"You shall move into my room in a few days. Don't worry, I wont touch you til your birthday."Your vision started to spin and sirens went off in your head. You barley heard what he said. In a small voice you reply "y-yes my lord."

Orochimaru then leaned down to give you a rough kiss on your gentle lips making sure to insert his serpent like tounge in as much as he could earning a small moan form you. "Save that for when I finally have you," he said as he pulled away, a small string of saliva connecting you two. "I can't wait to hear those beautiful moans when I'm fucking you. They will be like hearing music."

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You waitied til what you hoped was nightfall to sneak out of your room. After Lord Orochimaru made his proclimation, you ran out of his room. You felt numb the entire day. The only feeling you had was the feeling of the delicate pentant swing heavily around your fragile neck. Every time you grasped it in your tiny hands, it felt like it was melting your skin. You culd still feel the way his disgusting lips felt on yours as he kissed you.

To make the situation worse, he announced it to everyone that he was taking you as his wife. The look of pity on everyones faces as you passed them in the hallways would haunt you forever.

You decided that you had to escape. There was no way in hell you were to belong to him more than what he thought you did. You ripped off the pendant hanging loosley around your neck and threw it to the ground.

The hallways around the base were long and terrifiying leading do a series of dead ends. You had to dodge multiple gaurds patrolling the halls. Finding an exit would be tough.

After what seemed like an eternity walking, you finally saw it . You saw what looked like the outside world. As you moved closer,you could feel the breeze of the night air. You took small breaths as you slowly made your way to the exit. 'I'm finally free you thought.

As you took one single step outside the base, you felt a strong jerk to you fragile arm. You were pulled into a warm not so friendly embrace with the cold sharp metal of a kunai to your neck.

"It seems he was right. You were trying to run." Tears started to form in your gentle eyes as Kabuto began to lead you back into the base.

Kabuto led you to a room in the base you never knew existed. This room was more like a throne room with candles to dimly light the area and a chair suited for an emperor in the middle which was where he sat, the delicate pendant swinging in his right hand. He slowly stood and walked to the middle of the room where you stood.

"I saw her wandering the halls", Kabuto announced. "She tried to escape by the west exit".

"Is that so", Lord Orochimaru said while playing with a strand of you hair. "Since you are soo eager to atempt to escape me, i will have you locked away until your birthday." He turned you around and put the pendant back around your neck. He turned you back to face him. He had a dangerous lustful look in his eyes.

"Think of it as keeping you safe."

[krirebr]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Curtis + bound wrists + “Mmm such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you?”

This took me forever, but between being sick at the beginning of the week and work kicking my ass at the end, it took a while to get to a point where I could string multiple sentences together. 😂😭 But we're finally here. I'm a little afraid this is only half a hoe thot, but it's already over 600 words and I kind of like ending it where I did. This is my contribution to the Curtis successfully takes the snowpiercer and deserves a reward trope. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for playing with me!!

Warnings: dark elements, bondage, forced public nudity, threats of and implied non-con, explicit language, 18+ - MINORS DNI

Your wrists were bound with rope in front of you as you were led into the meatpacking car, wearing what you’d been sleeping in, a short nightgown. You shivered, partly out of fear and partly because it was freezing in this part of the train, nothing like the warmth you’d always had in your private compartment near the front. A group of tail-enders flanked you. They’d barged into your room in the middle of the night. They’d overpowered you, tied up your hands, and then dragged you out. You weren’t sure how long you’d walked or what was happening. The whole train seemed to be in chaos.

One of the tail-enders pushed you to the car's center towards a large man wearing a dark overcoat and a wool beanie on his head. Animal carcasses hung all around him, in the process of being butchered. He had sharp blue eyes and an intense stare that he fixed on you, like you were the most prime cut of meat in there. You tried to hold your ground but the man pushing you forward was stronger than you were. 

The blue-eyed man reached above himself and pulled down a large hook on a chain suspended from the ceiling. The men on either side of you grabbed your bound hands, raising them above your head. You tried to flail away, scream for help, but it was no use. The rope around your wrists was placed on the hook, which was then raised until you were balancing on your tip toes. 

The large man, who was clearly in charge, stood right in front of you. “Hello, sweetheart,” he said, his voice deep and gritty. “My name is Curtis. This train is mine now.”

That could not possibly be. That wasn’t how things worked here. “What?? Where’s Wilford?!” you shouted.

He chuckled. “I killed him,” he said, plainly. 

You tried to recoil or thrash or something but suspended how you were, all you could really do was sort of sway.

“Life is about to change drastically for all you front-enders, but for you most of all.”

 “What? What are you talking about? Why me? I didn’t do anything!” you protested.

He nodded calmly. “Yes,” he said, “I’m sure that’s true. I’m sure you did a whole lot of nothing while my people suffered in ways you can’t imagine for seventeen years.”

You felt your eyes start to tear up. You couldn’t help it. You felt like you were still asleep. Maybe you were. Maybe this was just a nightmare. 

“What are you going to do to me?” you whimpered.

“I saw you, you know,“ he said, instead of answering your question. “I had to pass through the club car to get to the front. And there you were, dancing away like you didn’t have a care in the world. And I thought to myself, ‘That’s what I’ll deserve if I make it through this.’”

All you could do was look at him, confused.

“Oh honey,” he said, reaching out with one finger to brush away a tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen. “What am I going to do to you? Whatever I want. You’re my reward.”

In the moment it took you even to start to process what he’d said, he tore your nightgown away. He took one of your now bare breasts in his large hand and squeezed it cruelly, tweaking your nipple. You jolted at his touch, whining despite yourself. 

“Mmm, such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you? That’s ok,” he said, with a sharklike grin that both terrified you and went straight to your core, “I’ll make sure you get used to it real fast.”

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[dcdreamblog]

Since time travel has been mentioned a time or two, a story and then a question.

I grew up in a rural area with a small government installation nearby these many years ago. There was just enough population to support one combination elementary and high school, and barely enough money for teachers, so the teachers they did have tended to have a lot of job security.

The high school history teacher was generally a good teacher and a reasonable person, but apparently had a bug up his ass about one particular topic. At the beginning of each quarter, he'd explain to the classes he was teaching that time travel was not real, we were not to mention time travel in response to any question, and referring to time travel in any way in homework or a test would be an automatic "F."

In 10th grade, a new kid, I'll call him Steve, transferred into the school because his dad was working at the government installation, in the middle of the quarter. Everything was fine for a couple of weeks, new kids were excitement in our tiny school.

Then one day our history class was learning about an event in Ancient Greek history. And Steve raises his hand. Turned out that when he was a kid, his family had lived down the road from Rip Hunter and his crew, and Steve had gotten to hang out with Mr. Hunter's teenage assistant Corky a few times with other small boys, and Corky had told them about going to that particular event, and what really happened was--

The history teacher, of course, was rapidly building up fury. I could see his cheeks turning red and almost could see steam comiing out of his ears. Just as Steve was getting to the good part of the story, something about disguised aliens, the teacher erupted. He told Steve in no uncertain terms that there was no such thing as time travel, never had been and never would be, and that Rip Hunter in particular was a fraud and con artist who bilked investors by making up wacky stories and forging artifacts.

Steve, as any sixteen year old with a bit of worldly assurance might, pushed back, trying to defend Rip Hunter's honor. This became a shouting match and Steve got sent to the principle's office.

From what I heard later, Steve's father was called, and he allowed that while, yes, his family had lived down the road from Rip Hunter's land, he himself had never met the man and certainly never saw any proof of time travel, and Corky might have been telling tall tales to impress the younger boys. Still, he disagreed with the history teacher's getting angry about it.

Steve was silent and fuming in history class from then on, and his family got reassigned during the summer.

So, question, how does your field of history handle claims of time travel?

This sort of gets onto a larger question as to how my field is seen by more "established" historical fields. In short: Not well.

To fully lay out my credentials. I have a Bachelor's in Superhero Studies with a Minor in Political Geography. My focus in both is respectively the Golden Age from 1938-1950 and Ethnic Demographics within Modern Nation States.

I am a Historian. My job is to examine historical facts through primary and secondary sources and provide the best possible window from the present to the past through the lens of truth. Whether more "academic" historians feel that my specialization is valid or not is neither my problem nor my concern.

The idea that the champions and defenders who have utterly altered our view of the world aren't "relevant" enough to be taken into the curve of history as a force in and of themselves strikes me as a DEEPLY reactionary and incurious one. So let us get one thing deeply, UNMISTAKABLY clear. Time Travel is real. Anyone who insists it isn't would have to explain a LOT of otherwise totally inexplicable things.

(Rip Hunter and his Time Masters, showing off their Time Sphere at the Cave Carson Scientific Expo. Corky is the young redhead in the middle)

Rip Hunter and his crew are time travelers. They travel through time, into the past and the future with the help of a miraculous machine. Like something out of a Jules Verne novel.

How does my field "handle" these claims? The first tool on any good scientist's rack. Occam's Razor.

Which is more likely. That these four are able to, on dozens of different occasions, all over the world, perfectly replicate lost artifacts to the point that even lifelong archeologists are unable to falsify them. Provide directions to seemingly lost ruins that no one could have possibly known about ahead of time, those ruins themselves HOLDING evidence of their presence sometimes millennia in the past, and consult on paleontological and historical discoveries that were unknown or even untheorized but just so happen to line up EXACTLY to their observations once studied? Or that they can time travel.

Once is suspicious. Perhaps they stumbled upon the ruin and are defacing it to cash in before unveiling it to the world. Maybe they DID find the artifact but not where they said they did. Maybe they happened upon a fossil that explains dinosaur anatomy to them in a totally new way. Once. Twice. Three times. Do you know how many papers have their names on them? Go ahead, if you still have access to your college library, go check. Only count the ones that are unique discoveries, I had to for a paper.

4527. As of when I graduated in 2018. Nearly 5000 historical, archeological or evolutionary discoveries that began because they showed up, submitted a report about what they saw and then led experts directly to the evidence.

There is not enough luck in the WORLD, to luck upon discipline redefining dinosaur skeletons 5000 times.

And they're the easiest example but there are more. How did the Seven Soldiers show up, out of the blue, 40+ years after their disappearance without any of these very hard living men having physically aged more than 5.

The Vigilante has no secret ID anymore. We know its the same guy, so I would like your history teacher to tell me, to my face, how world famous country western artist Greg Saunders vanished in 1947 and showed up decades later looking identical to the cover of his last album. The pictures are not hard to compare, he was selling out Madison Square Garden. Any other skeptics in the crowd are free to answer either of these questions, I am always in the running to be proven wrong.

We live in a new world, and those who cannot accept the reality of it will be doomed to ignorance. The fantastical is here. So let's start taking notes.