#and you're thrown back in time to try again and again

[abbyscoins]

something overwhelming, something everlasting

pairing: abby x fem!reader

content & warnings: WLF Abby, unintentional trespasser reader turned WLF, canon violence, slow burn romance, angst, fluff, no use of y/n, no reader description, character death, smut (18+) (to be updated)

men + minors dni

summary: after months of fending for yourself along with your companion, you end up in the middle of a brutal attack, leaving you alone, helpless and bleeding out. you just about accepted your fate, until a group showed up, and the next thing you knew, you were hurtling towards a medical tent being carried in a pair of strong arms. in the midst of navigating a whole new life, things seem to be taking a while to work themselves out...

chapter rundown: gore typical of tlou, panic attacks, reader in discomfort basically the whole chapter sorry... we're getting set up here!

chapter summary: you don't remember much from the attack. just faint images, yelling, and eventually being rushed around and hooked up to machines. sometimes parts come back to you, but mostly you're trying to shove the memory as far away from your consciousness as possible. this place in seattle had taken you in, without much friendly reception, but you were appreciative, nonetheless. settling in was more difficult than you would have liked.

word count: 3.25k

Chapter One: A tough time settling in

It wasn’t until you had slammed the door shut, thrown your pack down, and fallen onto your bed that you started bawling. Big, breathy sobs coming in quick succession from deep in your core, the afternoon of tension finally spilling over and releasing itself from your body. Rain tapped heavily on your window, mimicking the hot tears running down your face, almost mocking your state as you laid back, face screwed up in unbridled discomfort.

You hadn’t felt this upset or anxious in days. Things had been getting better here in Seattle, or so you’d tried to convince yourself. Once you had received your work assignment, you had been befriended by another member of kitchen staff, Polly, albeit quite intensely. She was nearing elderly, strands of greying dark curls sprouting wildly from her scalp, mother-like in her tendency to coddle, and she took you under her wing.

‘That poor lost lamb,’ she had muttered to herself under her breath when she first saw you timidly shuffle in through those squeaky double doors of the mess hall.

‘Hey, you there!’ She scurried over.

‘C’mere. Lemme get a good look at ya,’ She had taken you by the shoulders and pulled you gently round so that the fluorescents were lighting your sullen features. You hadn’t quite known how to react, not enjoying being touched, tense and weary, but something about her demeanour seemed so harmless that you couldn’t protest. Not that you would’ve, back then – you were too overwhelmed to say one word out of line for the first few weeks– only mumbling in short, direct answers when spoken to.

‘There, now,’ She squinted her hazel eyes, crowsfeet deepening, appraising you. Your eyes went wide with confusion, darting from hers to the door, back to her, then to the floor, highly uncomfortable.

‘Yep, just as I thought!’ She beamed with pride, letting go of you and reaching into the pocket of her apron. She pulled out a tape measure, but as she went to touch you again, she noticed you flinch. She paused, seemingly collecting herself with a short, chesty laugh.

‘Ah, sorry, darlin’… Ol’ Polly’s always getting ahead of herself. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Just seein’ what— or who I’m workin’ with.’  You found it odd, but she was not exactly off-putting. You thought it weird she needed to analyse you just because you were working together, she’d have plenty of time to see you during meal prep hours over the next however many months. You assumed the tape measure was for your uniform. She most likely didn’t know that the lady who told you of your assignment also brought you a pile of ill-fitting work clothes. Plain black t-shirts and baggy cargos, some hairnets and caps, as well as a few stained aprons adorned with varying degrees of obnoxious patterns.

‘It’s okay,’ you offered, attempting a small smile, gently stepping back a pace and wrapping your arms around yourself, feeling vulnerable. She perked up again, returning your gesture with a gummy smile of her own.

Since then, you had gotten used to her forwardness. As days, and then weeks went by, you warmed up to her unusual personality. She loosely reminded you of someone, someone you’d rather not think too deeply about for fear of cracking straight down the middle, but the vague resemblance in temperament lingered in the back of your mind. She was attentive in your training, insisting on being the one to guide you in most things, praising you when you did well, and then tutting fondly at your mistakes before snapping the directions at you one more time.

One afternoon, after the lunch rush, you had been collecting and stacking dirty trays by the basins when Polly called you over.

‘C’mere, duck. Got somethin’ for ya,’ She reached into her apron pocket and produced a set of tiny hairclips in three different shades of blue.

‘Noticed ya hair gets in ya face after a long shift. Thought these might be of use to ya,’ She handed the row of clips to you. You looked closer at them.

‘Thank you, Polly. These are… really cute,’ You smiled at her. You knew you would wear them when she would be around to see, heart warmed just to have been thought of, but they were not exactly something you would usually choose to wear. You felt a pang of something painful in your chest. Having someone take care of you again – notice things about you, as small as wisps of hair getting in your eyes – it was a strange feeling. You thanked her again, tucking the clips into your apron pocket and patting the indent where they lay, smiling softly. You were touched by the sentiment, and hopeful that you were taking steps towards feeling more like yourself, again.

‘So, Polly definitely made you her new little project, huh?’

‘…Excuse me?’ you questioned, immediately uncomfortable with the sudden interaction at the dining table. It was your day off, and you didn’t usually eat in the mess hall; you preferred to take your meal away to a quiet spot outside and eat in peace. But today, you had decided to sit at a table indoors.

It was raining out, and you had been feeling like isolating maybe wasn’t the best way to move forward here. So, even if you didn’t talk to anyone, sitting in the busy hall would make you feel closer to being part of a community. Despite your desire to just wrap your food in a napkin and take it up to your room, you took a breath and sat a little way down from another group of people, eating and chatting loudly amongst themselves.

The man who accosted you looked vaguely familiar, you thought he was one of the men who brought you here. Scanning a quick look over at his friends confirmed this memory, noticing the tall man with dark features who had helped lift you from the roadside, smirking at the two of you in amusement.

‘Let the newbie eat her burrito, man,’ He chuckled, an accent lacing his words.

The girl was also there. Your heart made an irregular beat when your eyes landed on her; she had an intriguing physicality that made you want to stare. Her face had a young essence, soft eyebrows knitted together in a seemingly permanent scowl of concentration, her light eyes cast down, a soft pout playing on her lips as she scooped up another spoonful of rice and beans. Yes – her face looked sweet – almost innocent in certain lighting. However, she was impressively built, significantly more muscular than most of the men sat around her. Her frame was broad, intimidating, her grey tank top hanging onto her rounded shoulders, like the silks on a Greek marble statue. You recognised her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a neat braid that fell down her back.

She felt you staring, a burning sensation on her skin, and she looked up at you, unsmiling, curious. You quickly looked away, realising you had spent too long appraising her. You chided yourself in your mind. You recalled, then, her imposing figure towering over you, backlit by white sky, her braid falling over her shoulder, expression contorted with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint, overcome with dizziness from the blood loss.

‘Y’know,’ The man closest beside you started again, chewing obnoxiously as he spoke, gesturing to you with an outstretched hand. He reached over to lightly tap at the clip in your hair with a finger. ‘Her pet. Her newest plaything—’

‘Jordan, knock it off.’ The girl spoke lowly, not looking at you, but rolling her eyes at the man. He put his hands up in defence.

‘I’m just sayin’, Abby. That lady always does this with the newcomers. Always! Her weird little trinkets, I’m telling you,’

‘No one cares about your conspiracy theories, man.’ The guy with the accent responded, nudging the girl in jest, earning no response from her.

‘What’s got you all stone-faced, Abs?’ He questioned, less enthusiastic now, feigning offence at her not joining him in his teasing.

‘Nothing. You guys are just driving me crazy today.’ She mumbled, sighing and rolling her shoulders, then turning her focus back to her plate. The dark-featured man shrugged off her attitude and continued eating, himself.

No more was said to you, the group seemingly forgetting your existence at the table with rapid speed. All except one, the girl they called Abby, who spared a couple of quick glances over at you during the next ten minutes while you cowered in your seat. You took pathetic little bites of your food, having lost your appetite, as well as any yearning you may have been accumulating for human interaction. This wasn’t like you. For something so juvenile to affect you like this. But you were exhausted. You were hurting. All the suffering over the last few weeks, not just the mourning, but being the new girl somewhere again. It was all too much; you could never have predicted things would go this way.

You began to feel overwhelmed, and a pressure began building in your chest. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to cry or panic in front of so many people. So, you sat, ridged, breathing heavily for a moment, staring down at your hands. A couple of people sitting closest to you hushed, noticing your change in breathing and started looking at you. This caught on quickly.

You heard the girl’s voice mutter, ‘Manny,’ as she elbowed the man next to her, his billowing laugh subsiding as he followed Abby’s concerned gaze. He frowned for a moment.

‘Qué pasa, cariño? You okay?’ He asked, an edge of genuine worry in his voice. You looked up at him, eyes wide, hands clammy and shaking as you rushed a nod and stood up. You clumsily grabbed your tray and pack, throwing your food in the trash as you speed-walked out of the cafeteria and through the halls to the stairs, tears already threatening to escape.

You refused until you were in the confines of your room, only then would you cry.

The next morning, your eyes stung as you slowly came into consciousness, distant sounds of birds chirping indicating the early hour. You rubbed your eyes, sighing deeply and stretching your stiff limbs out, star-fishing as wide as was possible in your cramped bunk. You slept surprisingly well, the day before having knocked you into the deepest sleep you’d managed to get in a long time. Usually, your sleep was light, restless, peppered with bad dreams. You’ve had a few night terrors since being here; the same dream in all of them.

You’re crouched behind a moss-ridden brick wall, shallow breaths coming quick, panic setting in. You catch their glinting eyes from across the opening, their expression mirroring the same bewilderment as your own. You had both heard the whistle, both seen the three of them bounding in through the gap in the fence, bows loaded, intense eyes transfixed in your direction. Shit. You weren’t sure what was going on, brain fuzzy with exhaustion – when you had reached this part of town, you’d began seeing some strange things that made you think better of settling down here to rest – but if you were tired, then God knows how your best friend felt.

Their death was always different. Whether they got shot through the eye, smashed in the skull with a hammer, one time they even got their neck broken, the light leaving their eyes as you gasped and wailed. Whichever way it was, they always died – brutally – and you were left, slumped down, blood blooming through your t-shirt around the arrow in your abdomen, watching, helpless.

You wake before the gunshots commence. Always before – if they were ever even going to come — completely alone.

You screamed yourself awake from those ones, soaked in sweat, tears streaming down your face, breathless. Oddly enough, those nightmares always come when you’re more relaxed before you sleep; your subconscious punishing you for momentarily letting the guilt subside to just slightly less than unbearable.

Despite your decent rest last night, your body still felt tired. However, crying yourself to sleep was strangely cathartic, and your heart felt lighter, today. You sat yourself up on your elbows, looking around your small room. Sunlight trickled in through the cracked blinds, casting shadows over the hardwood floors. You knew that people gossiped about how you ended up with your own room. Most people have to share a bigger room, but your nightmares were disturbing enough that your first roommate had complained so much about not getting enough sleep for training within the first week, that you were begrudgingly moved to a newly empty single unit. Apparently, it had belonged to a soldier who had recently, and unfortunately, met their fate against a ‘Scar’, as they called them, out on patrol.

‘Everyone gets nightmares. Who does she think she is? The queen of fuckin’ England? I’ve been here years, and I haven’t gotten half the privilege she has.’

Issac didn’t often react kindly to stragglers, so most people hadn’t the faintest idea why he was being so lenient, nor why the group of patrollers who found you had taken such pity on you, enough to haul you back across town to the medics and have them fix you up. You remember the faintest fragments of conversation while you were in and out of consciousness, lying up against the concrete, hand weakly holding the arrow piercing through you… A woman and a man arguing, one of the other men telling them to stop, a crash, and then the next thing you knew you were in a truck. Throttling around, sprawled across the laps of a couple of them, being held still as to not further injure yourself in your haze.

The gossip never really bothered you much; you had more dire issues to occupy your mind with. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and checked the time on your alarm clock: 7:35. You stood, making your way over to the kitchenette, stretching as you went. You decided you were going to grab some water, get changed and then head down to the mess hall. You had one more day off today; they had kept you on early shifts for a streak of days last week, which meant a 3AM call time to start making breakfast for the crews headed out early. That would have been fine, had you not had to cover your sick coworker’s lunch shifts, too. So, you were scheduled a couple days off to compensate.

It was bustling when you got down there, everyone clambering in line ready for their breakfast. You took one look at the crowd and turned right back around. Breakfast could wait. It’s served until 9:30 anyways, and you weren’t in the mood to be around that many people yet. Instead, you made your way to the gym. Running was your favourite way to release all the frustration that built up inside you. It reminded you that you have a functioning body, lungs that work, limbs that move, and that you’re grateful for it. Bitter about every other aspect of this life, but grateful to move freely through it, nonetheless. You preferred using the track – the fresh air always stinging so sweetly in your lungs as you made your laps – but you had to make do with the treadmill today, given the recent spell of bad weather flooding the track grounds.

The gym was quiet, most people having already gotten their early workout in before breakfast. You put your canteen down, stepping onto the treadmill, immediately frowning at the buttons in front of you. You cursed the rain for forcing you to face your technological ignorance head-on. You fiddled with the settings, thinking you set it up right, but the button to start the machine wasn’t working when you pressed it. You repeatedly slammed on the button, face contorted into a frustrated scowl, sighing deeply.

‘Might help if you actually turned the thing on,’ A smooth voice startled you from behind. You jumped and turned to see her – Abby – with a faint, teasing smirk on her face as she made her way around the machine. She placed a steady hand right next to yours on the treadmill for support as she leaned down and flicked a switch on the underside of the panel. The machine whirred to life. Her finger brushed yours as she pulled herself back up, and the soft touch sent an unexpected shiver through you. ‘Gotta conserve power, and all that. They ask that you keep things off when you’re not using ‘em.’

‘Oh… right, uh, thanks,’ You managed to say, your cheeks heating up. You were mentally facepalming as she nodded a you’re welcome, a slight mischief playing on her face as if she wanted to tease you for being incompetent, but not knowing you well enough to do so, for fear of coming across as rude or upsetting you. ‘Yeah, as you can tell I don’t usually come in here.’ You admit, looking away. Her presence was intense, keeping eye contact for too long would only make your blush worsen.

‘Hey, it’s all good. Everyone starts somewhere, right? If you tossed me an apron and told me to scrounge up a meal for hundreds of people, I’d be lost,’ She offered a small smile, and you let out a chuckle in response, looking her in the eye again for a moment and holding her stare. An awkward silence fell over you both.

‘You having a good workout?’ You asked, scanning the rest of the gym again, for the first time observing the different contraptions set up around the place. The frown returned to your face imagining trying to use any of it. Abby breathed heavily out of her nose in amusement at your expression.

‘Yeah, I’m just about done,’ She instinctively squeezed her arm around the bicep, briefly massaging the muscle. Your eyes wandered to her hand. There was a sheen to her skin where she had been sweating, her pale freckled shoulders out again, just like yesterday. You tried not to stare. Another beat of silence.

‘Look – I’m… I’m sorry you’ve been having a tough time settling in,’ She paused, seemingly having trouble knowing the right words to say to you. You shot your eyes back up to her face, surprised. The blush returned momentarily to your cheeks.

‘Noticed that, huh?’ You quipped, playing with your hands.

‘Well, I mean – yeah. Just… you know. I feel bad that you’re struggling.’ She seemed uncomfortable, unused to showing her sympathetic nature.

‘Thanks, Abby… I really appreciate it,’ Surprise briefly took her, like she didn’t know that you knew who she was, shocked to hear her name tumble so perfectly out of your mouth.

‘Yeah, just… if you need anything…’ She trailed off.

‘I’ll be sure to find you if I need any more help with electronics,’ You teased, your heart thrumming behind your chest. She smiled, awkwardly drumming her hands on the rail of the treadmill before pushing herself off and turning to leave.

‘I’ll see you around.’ She threw over her shoulder. You exchanged your goodbyes, turning back to the treadmill controls.

You felt a rush of emotion, warmth flooding through you. You weren’t expecting such a sweet interaction. You felt guilty that you hadn’t expected it from her, preexisting presumptions based on her hard outer shell getting the better of your judgement. Not that you had negative thoughts about her, in fact, it was quite the opposite. But she was quieter than you had expected. More shy, less imposing, an awkward charm lacing her disposition.

Your mind didn’t leave the conversation throughout your entire run, that morning.

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[snowstormarts]

i just thought of a idea but, you dont gotta do it. But imagine this, Betty x a insomniac reader

To be honest I normally only ever written stuff for "Male Character x reader" but I wanted to try myself at something new. See if I like it, especially since I really love Betty's design and she seems like such a sweetheart ^^

I don't have Insomnia myself so I'm sorry if this isn't 100% correct also no Beta Reader here

"Sleepless nights become easier with you"

[Betty x Insomniac GN!Reader] [Divider Credit]

You had Insomnia for as long as you can remember, at first you had hoped it was only a temporary problem. Something that would go away with time but weeks turned into months and month into years. And now here you are, tired and sick of it you tried every sleeping tip in the book; warm chamomile tea, milk & honey, white-noise machines and even sleep medicine but nothing seemed to work out long term. They would work for a week, sometimes when you're lucky even months but then you would wake up again in the middle of the night and falling asleep was seemingly impossible and another sleeping tip was crossed off your list.

So maybe that was why, when you got the Dateviators you decided one night to just use them on your bed. You had nothing better to do and the last two objects that you woke up pretty much fell asleep midway through your talk, so they weren't the best conversation partners but hey, third times the charm!

What you didn't expect was to find a fellow Insomniac, it was quiet ironic that your bed, Betty and you shared the same problem. You had a nice night, just talking away, at first she tried to help you get back to sleep. Fluffing her pillows up, humming a gentle tune and even suggesting to get Teddy from the closet, since his Fairy tales have a quiet soothing effect, she can attest to that.

But as nice as those suggestions were, they just didn't work out and you had to confess you rather enjoyed hanging out with her, her voice was quiet nice. Maybe that was why, the next night you awoke her instead of doing your usual tossing and turning first.

"Hello there sweetheart, another bad night?" You nodded as she sat down besides you, running her hand through your hair. It was nice, it made you feel warm and then she started to talk about her day, the few dreams she had and you two joked about them. Whispered teases were thrown around as to not wake the others ("You dreamed of me? How sweet of you!" "Oh, you wish sweetheart!"), new inside jokes between you two were born and you felt the buried spark start to burn brighter in your chest and you knew, this was the start of either something beautiful or disastrous.

Now whenever you met her your heart would start to speed up, in your eyes Betty was practically glowing whenever it be under the light of the sun or the moon and the way her laugh made you practically melt into a puddle. You knew then and there that you had fallen for her hard and fast but you weren't sure if you wanted to take the leap to confess yet. Doubt and questions filled your mind; what if she was only polite to you because she's your bed? What if she just saw you as friends and nothing more? Would that ruin your friendship? Would she hate you and you would drift apart?!

Of course those thoughts made your Insomnia just worsen over the days to come, now sleeping even three hours sounded like a foreign concept to you. It took hours to fall asleep and once you finally drifted off, you could only sleep maybe thirty minutes before having to do the same song and dance again and again through the whole night. You know it got really bad when even Nightmare spared you for a night and instead sat you down for a talk about rejection and the fear of being abandonment.

So when yet another sleepless night plagued you (it was 3 in the morning to be exact) you decided "Fuck it, my morning self will have to deal with whatever happens next." and decided to talk to Betty before you could chicken out. At first you two stared at each other, silence hung heavy between you before a sigh broke the silence and your eyes met one another.

"Sugar, be honest with me...You've been acting strange around me and not the usual sleep murmuring, kicking type of strange that I am used to. No, I mean the way you avoided me, leaving when you can't sleep, avoiding looking me in the eyes as I try to talk to you and running off as soon as you see me...Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head quickly; "No, no that's not it! I just...I had a lot on my mind that I needed to sort out and then I had to come to terms with it. It was just a very big mess but now I am ready to tell you what's been going on or well, as ready as I can be..." Nerves creep up on you, self doubt whispered in the back of your mind that sounded familiar but you shook them off.

You held Betty's hands gently between your own, taking a deep breath, you looked into her gorgeous, brown eyes and hoped she couldn't see how nervous you were.

"Betty, you are the best person I know. You've listened to my problems, tried to help me and stayed with me through the roughest of sleepless night up, you told me that I could wake you up when I couldn't sleep and you were, which by the way I will still refuse to do. You deserve your beauty sleep but what I wanted to get at is, you're amazing...Like really amazing and I just have to get this off of my chest before my nerves win and I will run out and scream into Koa."

"Sweetheart...You don't mean?" Betty whispered, her thumbs caressing the back of your hands, encouraging you to go on.

"Yes, I do...I love you, I love you so, so much and I wanted to ask you. Will you be my girlfri-mgh?!" Before you could even finished your question, you were pulled into the best kiss of your life, her warm, soft and surprisingly strong arms pulled you closer and you both reluctantly only let go each other to catch your breath.

"...So that was a yes, right?"

"Sweet bed sheets, yes. It was a yes, I love you too, Sweetheart!" Relief flooded your body as you heard her giggle, both of you fell back against the fluffed up pillows and for the rest of the night you both slept through it, peacefully.

[ladylaviniya]

Cupcake. girl be so serious rn. he whispered it like it was a confession. and then flipped the little bedside lamp on like “teehee time to get emotional under soft warm lighting 😌✨”

You squint at him. He’s glowing. Like… literally glowing. Probably just Superman things. Or maybe it’s because he’s staring at you like you hung the goddamn moon. 🙄

“Clark… we went to sleep like… an hour ago.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, already pawing at your thighs under the blanket like he paid rent there, “and I’ve spent every minute of it missing you.”

YOU LIVE TOGETHER. YOU SHARE A BED. This man has zero chill and infinite love and it should be illegal.

You open your mouth to protest but WHOOSH he’s gone 😭 like you tried to say “babe wai—” and your hair is in your mouth and he’s just. gone.

when he comes back like 0.2 seconds later (annoyingly sexy and smug), he’s got a lil ✨gift box✨ in one hand and a birthday card in the other like some Hallmark himbo menace.

“Card first 😌 then you can have what’s in the box, Cupcake.”

You take the card and it’s already so Clark-coded it hurts. There’s a cartoon drawing of two lil kids and one’s blushing because the other is kissing their cheek. And inside???

WRECKED. DESTROYED. ABSOLUTELY THROWN INTO SPACE.

‘Happy Birthday to the light of my life. You are the reason why I smile, laugh, and hope. I want you to enjoy your special day because you’ve earned it. No matter what you think you deserve, take every smile and every wish and every gift. But take mine first, because it’s the best. And I really want you to like it. I love you, my sweet girl.’

OKAY PRISON. PRISON FOR THIS MAN. 🫠🫠🫠

You’re already teary-eyed when he hands you the box and the way you gasp when you see it???

A dainty lil chain with two heart-shaped birthstones. One his. One yours. and it’s like. sparkling. like actual anime sparkles. ✨💎✨

“CLARK 😭”

He just grins like the human equivalent of a cozy weighted blanket and puts it on for you. Clasped behind your neck, kiss to the skin there, whispered “you look so pretty, Cupcake.”

YOU'RE LITERALLY GONNA EXPLODE.

And then. THEN. 😭

“Your other gift’s in the living room~”

UM?? other?? GIFTS?? no bestie you’re already a puddle. you try to protest again but he just scoops you up like you weigh negative pounds and it’s just not fair.

you’re all like “Clark nooo 🥺 it’s too much,” and he’s like “shhh just let me spoil you pls it makes my chest feel warm.” 😩

You turn the corner and ??? the whole living room is GLOWING. literal tea lights EVERYWHERE like you walked into a romantic Pinterest board and you are the main character.

you barely have time to blink before he’s dropping to ONE KNEE. yeah. one. knee.

You: “Clark what’s happening—” Him: “Shh. I’m being dramatic. Let me do the speech.” 😌

AND THEN HE OPENS THE BOX

“I know you don’t love your birthday, but I love it. Because it’s the day the world got its brightest light. I’m so grateful you were born. So I could spend the rest of my life loving you.”

“Will you marry me, Cupcake?”

DEAD. YOU’RE DEAD. you say yes through tears and you’re shaking and he’s just grinning like a himbo idiot in love and slipping the ring on your finger like it was always meant to be there.

You sniffle like “this was like… the perfect amount of hoopla” and he LAUGHS and pulls you in like

“Good. Because next year I’m throwing a party with a bouncy castle and a chocolate fountain.”

and you're like “🤭 okay but only if we wear matching shirts that say ‘I said yes to Superman’ and ‘Birthday Brat.’”

“Deal.” 😘

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Title: Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: G

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader (Cupcake)

Word Count: 900

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: For @lilacprincessofrecovery, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I hope today is absolutely fantastic for you, you deserve it. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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He had set the alarm for 11:59 pm to give you exactly a minute to get your bearings together while he placed kisses all over your face. His chuckle at your confusion is what woke you up fully.

“Happy Birthday, Cupcake,” Clark whispers in the dark to you before turning on the bedside lamp, “I couldn’t wait to get my arms around you again.”

“Clark, we just went to sleep less than two hours ago,” You chuckle at his impatience as his hands roam over your voluptuous figure, “You know I don’t want a bunch of hoopla over today, right?”

“Yeah, I heard you the first fifty times you said it,” Clark smiles down at you and kisses your forehead, “But that doesn’t mean I have to listen.”

“Clark–”

The rush of air as Clark speeds out of the room is enough to cut you off. Your hair whipping in your face muffles any words you tried to say. One of these days, you were going to get used to that. It’s not like he does it a lot, just mostly in the middle of your sentences.

In the blink of an eye, he is back in the room holding a gift box. He walks over to sit in bed with you and pulls a card out from behind his back. He lifts the card and waves it.

“Card first, then you can have what’s in this box, Cupcake.” He hands you the card and you read your name in Clark’s handwriting on the envelope.

You open it up to find a card with black and white artwork of a young boy kissing a blushing young girl on the cheek. You giggle at the sweet image and open the card to find Clark’s words.

‘Happy Birthday to the light of my life.

You are the reason why I smile, laugh, and hope.

I want you to enjoy your special day because you’ve earned it.

No matter what you think you deserve, take every smile and every wish, and every gift.

But, take mine first because it’s the best and I really want you to like it.

I love you, my sweet girl.

-C’

You finish reading and your heart swells with how freaking adorable this man is. He’s great at writing notes in cards and making you feel like a Queen. He loves you, after all. Every nook and cranny of you. 

“Clark, that was beautiful. Thank you so much, baby,” You kiss him and rest your forehead against his, “So can I have my gift now?” 

Clark beams, handing you the thin rectangular box. You return his smile and release the ribbon from around it. You remove the lid and find a gorgeous chain with a heart pendant encasing your birthstone as well as Clark’s birthstone. 

You gasp and cover your mouth. “Clark!”

“Do you wanna try it on?” He laughs and takes the box from you after you nod excitedly. Walking around the bed, he stands at your side and you turn your back to him so he can put on your gift.

After fastening the clasp, Clark kisses the nape of your neck. “Your other gift is in the living room, Cupcake.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Other gift? Clark, I told you–”

“Yeah, I know. Just, indulge me?” His arms wrap around you and you squeak as he lifts you off the bed with ease. Yet another thing you will just have to get used to. Clark’s strength was on full display whenever he picked you up like you were a bag of feathers. 

And let’s face it, sometimes feeling teeny tiny is just what the doctor ordered. Letting yourself feel precious is all a part of your self-care after all. 

He takes your hand, leading you through the hallway and into the living room which is lit solely by candlelight. Everywhere you look is covered in tea lights. It’s magical. Clark leads you to the center of the room and then steps behind you.

“Clark, what’s going on?” You ask, turning around and seeing Clark on one knee holding out an open ring box.

“I know you’re not really big on celebrating your birthday, but I want to change that. I am so grateful for this date. I’m so thankful that you were born so that I could spend the rest of my life loving you,” He lifts out the ring and holds it up to you, “Would you do me the tremendous honor of being my wife?”

With tears in your eyes, you nod and choke out a “Yes.” Clark places the ring on your shaking hand and stands to wipe away your tears. Leaning down to kiss you, Clark wraps his arms around you and holds you close for a few moments.

“So, this is minimal hoopla, right?” Clark tests the waters and raises an eyebrow as he leans back to lock eyes with you.

“I’d say it’s the definitive amount of hoopla,” You reply, raising your hand to look at your ring as it sparkles in the candlelight before cupping Clark’s cheek, “Absolutely perfect.”

“I can’t believe it’s your birthday and I’m the one who feels like they’ve been given the best gift in the world,” Clark grins from ear to ear, “Happy Birthday, Cupcake. I love you.”

“I love you too, Clark.”

A/N: I’m a sucker for Clark Kent and so is @lilacprincessofrecovery. I am so excited to have written this for you for your birthday, my dear. Enjoy your day and take time to be grateful for the small things.

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the softest kind of love | c.s (prologue)

pairing: choi san x f!reader

genre: cat hybrid!san, fluff

word count: 2k

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winter is here. the more chilling temperature in comparison to fall that makes your skin shivers as the blanket of snow drops from the sky and turn the ground you step on into nothing but layers of white.

you love winter. you love the morning coffees and the cozying up in bed as the frost covers your window, watching the snowfall show outside in the comfort of your own home.

you just wish you were able to enjoy it. school and work has kept you so busy, the cold and the piling of your favorite season at your doorstep now an annoyance more than anything.

before moving to seoul, you had done so much convincing against your parents wishes, telling them you were gonna be fine although they've pretty much predicted your current predicament: overworked, stressed, and barely making it through financially--all the reasons why they were skeptical about you moving to a new city and living alone in the first place.

but your rents are paid, assignments always on time, and your stomach full on most days if you don't forget to eat all your meals. it's the little things you're still grateful for.

as you trail up the stairs to your apartment on the second floor, you thought the 'meow' you had heard earlier was an illusion from the long day of work, but when you turn toward the bottom of the stairs and set your eyes on a fluffy white cat seated at the end of it, it's good to know you're still at least sane.

"meow."

it's more like a kitten, so small and cute glaring at you with its wide eyes, hurling out another 'meow' that tugs at your heartstrings because what is it doing all alone in the cold on such a night?

now, you're absolutely not a pet person, having always been afraid of dogs and all--coupled with the fact you can barely take care of yourself, but you're not heartless.

you make ways back down the stairs slowly and surely to not startle it, bending down to rub its fur gently and cooing under your breath, "hey kitty, what are you doing out here alone?" as if i can understand and speak to you in return.

you do a last once-over of the area just to be sure you're not mistaken and its owner or mother cat happens to be nearby. you don't wanna be a catnapper now.

"meow," it purrs again as you continuingly rub the soft fur of the kitten's head, a smile plastered on your face at the adorable sight.

maybe you can take it in for just one night, or at least until you can find another shelter.

"i'll be taking you now, kitty. hold tight," you assure, lifting the small animal with the utmost care into your arms, surprised by the little resistance it displays.

luckily, you've cleaned your apartment a few days prior so it's easier to find things to set up a makeshift litter box with one of the packages you haven't thrown away and stuffing a bunch of napkins in the middle.

it's too late to run to any stores and you don't have the convenience of cat foods laying around in your cabinets since you've never owned one, so you make a small portion of scrambled eggs for the adorable thing instead, having combed the web to learn regarding the few foods they can have.

you wash up for the meantime to get ready for bed, finding it sniffing the bottom of your couch when you return, unable to help but giggle at such cuteness before picking it back up into your arms and sitting yourself down.

"what should i name you? i mean, if you're gonna be here for a bit, you deserve a name, right?" you smile, immediately attempting to come up with something not generic.

it's a boy, you know that. you checked earlier.

"mochi?" you speak into thin air, shaking your head after. "no. something a little less cute."

"minho? but there's already too many minho's."

you rock the kitten in your arms as you try again, about ready to give up and get some ideas from your phone, when the painting hanging above your small dining table sparks an even better idea.

"san," you say at the same time you look down at the kitten who resonates a small purr in response. "it means mountain. my dad gave me that painting because he hoped it could comfort me in times of hardships."

you glance at the artwork again, a canvas painting of the snowy mountains behind the grassfield full of flowers. your father loves nature and incorporating elements of it. he always says that in the toughest of times, to find the beauty in the things around you--small or big.

that if the mountains are still there, birds are flying, and the sky still hangs above the swaying flowers, everything is gonna be okay because the world keeps moving. so you suppose in some ways, the painting does help.

"yeah, san... that'll work." you stroke the kitten's head one last time, his silent purring ringing against your chest as he snuggles into your arms.

and when you're finally ready for bed, you lay a small blanket on the other side for san to sleep on, singing him a good night before closing your eyes.

--

the invasion of your face wakes you up, your own eyes met with the doe ones of the kitten you took home yesterday as its tiny paws continues to press at your skin.

"good morning, kitty," you greet, giving him a few gentle strokes on the head before setting him aside to get up.

he fortunately woke you a good few minutes before your alarm so you take the time to run to the nearest convenience store to get a few kitten foods--that you'll take the time in between classes and work to get some more later.

you make sure he has everything he needs before you leave for classes, reminding yourself to bring it up to yeri since she seems to know just about everything and what your next step should be.

"you sure he didn't happen to wander away from his mother?" yeri says across from you, her chin resting on her hand as her head tilts, the headband on her hair so perfectly placed.

"i don't think so, but i'll keep in mind for tonight. keep a lookout."

she nods. "yeah, and if not then call the animal shelter for sure."

she pauses momentarily before going on, "have you given him a name?"

"yes. san," you tell her with such excitement that she hasn't seen in a while. the last time she saw you this happy was when you found out yunho was gonna be going to dinner with your friend group.

"san..." she repeats after you, "well that's a unique name."

"oh, right." you sit up from where you were leaning, turning on your phone. "i took a couple pictures of him. are you able to tell what kind of breed he is?"

she squints her eyes, slouching slightly forward before falling into awe at the few pictures you managed to snap of the kitten just right before you hopped into the shower.

"awww. but you know, he looks weirdly clean for a potentially stray cat."

"that's true," you agree, just grasping the fact yourself. "you don't think it ran away?"

yeri shrugs. "best to just call the shelter and let them take things from there. but to answer your initial question, i think it's a persian."

"ooh..." you hum, intrigued, though absolutely clueless regarding anything else but it's good to know more about the animal you took in.

"by the way," yeri not so subtly brings up, "are you still coming to see yunho's performance on tuesday?"

just hearing his name already making your cheeks glow a soft pink, yeri always has to be considerate of the time and place when mentioning him.

"i don't know," you answer, when in all honesty you really really want to. but it's just so anticlimactic when he didn't invite you himself. "it'd be weird if i just showed up."

your crush on jeong yunho started the day you sat in the seat next to him of your foreign language class, having pulled yourself into that corner (literally) with no one else but a choice between talking to him or the wall to your left.

he had looked so intimidating at first, too tall and broodingly handsome, you were a little afraid he was gonna be stuck-up. but you couldn't be more wrong when he finally spoke to you for the first time, kindly and too curiously wanting to know his awkward seatmate.

that was when you found out he's a dance major and his commitment to the art only made your admiration grow. you've never met someone with so much passion and fire in their eyes before.

he made you look forward to the class despite not even liking the professor that much, all because you loved the small talk you'd have with him every other day.

that was last semester. now, you only see him occasionally through mutual friends--and even mutual might be pushing it a bit considering they're really only yeri's friends.

"so? he'd appreciate it still. trust me."

"i'll have to think about it."

you get more kitten foods on the way home, usually taking the two hours to either study or finish assignments (sometimes a nap) before having to rush to work, but you want to spend some time with your newfound temporary pet because you'll be stuck at work for the next 8 hours.

you open the front door slowly just in case it happened to wander nearby, not at all expecting that the sight in front of you will have your heart thrumming in anxiety.

because your apartment is so small, you can practically see almost everything from this angle--the vase that sat on your coffee table now shattered on the floor and there's a light coming from the kitchen.

keeping the door opened just in case whoever or whatever that did this is still in here, you follow the light, doing exactly what a stupid character in a horror movie would and calling out, "hello?"

your survival instincts are telling you 'no', but your curiosity are telling you to keep walking, seeing the source of the light is from your fridge that's parted all the way.

any moment now, you almost expect for someone in a mask and dark clothings to come out of hiding and hold you hostage, until...

"san!"

you run to the bedroom so fast, afraid that they might have taken your little kitty or done something to it, when you trip on what feels like a pair of legs--yes, legs--the second you open the door to the room.

everything already feels like a very vivid dream with the possibility that someone has broken into your apartment, and now you're staring right into very human-like eyes when you live alone.

"ahhh!" you scream at the top of your lung, hitting this man's chest that you've landed on--your panicked reaction making him do the same in response as his much deeper pitched voice mix with yours.

"who the fuck are you and why are you in my house!" you don't stop hitting until suddenly, he manages to grab ahold of both your arms with quite the ease, blinking at you with such innocence unfitting for the scenario.

"san," he mumbles, his speaking voice much softer and mellow to your surprise. "san."

you can only blink in return before creasing your brows confusingly. "huh?"

"meow." he moves one of your arms toward his head, settling your hand on his hair and continues to motion it up and down, until it hits you what he might be trying to do.

relaxing your hand to slowly brush at it following his lead, the smile he sends you after just more so confirms it.

you don't wanna sound crazy, but you think this man you're currently laying on top of with his bare naked chest out might be your cat.

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From Across the Hall- Doctor Robby x Reader: Part 3

Part one is here

Part two is here

Summary: Two weeks go by without a peep from your neighbor. He finds you asleep on your couch one night after you forget to lock your door.....

Warnings: AU, PWP, Dub-con, Somnophilia, Daddy Kink, Oral (fem receiving), Robby has a filthy mouth, Degradation, Reader gets called a slut, Spanking, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie (I had to), fingering, mention of female and male masturbation, (low-key CNC but like reader is definitely into it so idk!) Dom/Sub undertones.

Authors Notes: *Reader can be any size, race, ethnicity, etc.* I will always try to leave descriptions of reader as vague as I can! Reader has hair that can be pulled. Reader does have tattoos, but they are not mentioned in this chapter. I hope y'all like this one, sorry it took me so long! This is the final chapter but I am open to taking requests for these two if you're so inclined <3 enjoy !!!

Two weeks has gone by since Doctor Robby had gotten that phone call from Jack. There had been a huge multiple boat collision and everyone was needed at the hospital that night. You obviously understood and were not upset but you really hadn't seen him since that night.

You had knocked on his door a few times, even left a note. But not a peep from your neighbor. You had just about given up.

After showering and washing away the stress of the day, you were sprawled out on your couch after a long day at work. Wearing just an oversized Misfits T-shirt and some underwear, you had committed to a Friday night in.

You had thrown on some random movie and had opened a bottle of gin to get some type of a buzz going. You poured yourself a couple of shots. You would rather smoke weed but you ran out a few weeks ago and had texted your hot (but sketchy) downstairs neighbor but he said he was at the beach for the rest of the week.

Weedless and without any potential to get laid by anyone, you decide to go full degenerate and masturbate on the couch.

You lit some candles, turned off the lights, and put some headphones on. You skimmed a few porn sites for some videos you thought would do the trick. But every time you had attempted to get yourself going, you ended up getting distracted and couldn't get off. Your mind kept drifting to Robby.

The way he whispered filthy and degrading things into your ear the last time you spoke. His hands expertly working each part of your body that they came into contact with. The perfectly precise way he felt up your tits. The way his fingers swiped over your clit, building up your orgasm incredibly quickly. The feeling of his cock on your back. The whole encounter was something out of your dreams.

You finally were able to get off after thinking about him. You fell asleep on the couch, with your headphones still on. What you failed to remember is that you didn't lock your door when you came home from work....

Robby had come home about an hour after you had fallen asleep. He noticed the light of the TV from under your door when he walked past. He made a mental note to knock on your door later to see if you were down to finish what the two of you had started a few weeks ago.

After showering and throwing on a change of clothes, he walked across the hall and knocked on your door. After knocking a few times there was no answer. He raised an eyebrow and tried the door. It was unlocked.

He typically would never make his way into your apartment without permission but he was very desperate to see you. He felt pent up over these past few weeks. Everything at the hospital was becoming too much lately. He was letting his professional life bleed over into his personal life and he knew he was going to be in trouble soon if he didn't talk to someone.

He needed to feel your soft body against his again. He was craving the little taste of your sweet cunt that he had gotten. The way you moaned for him, it was addictive. Sometimes he would be thinking about you at work, start to get a hard on, and have to go and excuse himself to go provide some temporary "relief" in the private staff bathroom.

He opened the door slowly and was about to call out your name when he saw you sleeping on the couch. The blue light of the TV casting a glow on you. You were watching an old 80's horror movie, of course.

He quietly shut the door and made his way over to the couch. You looked beautiful even just laying there, peaceful and unaware of his presence. He was surprised you hadn't heard him come in until he noticed you were wearing headphones.

His eyes krept down your body, taking in every inch. You were wearing only an oversized T-shirt and underwear. Your shirt had ridden up so he could clearly see the panties you were wearing. Black, lacy ones to be exact. He could almost see through them. His cock started to throb at the sight. You were laying with your head on a small pillow. Your one arm on your stomach, and the other arm had been hanging off the side of the couch, your finger tips touching the floor almost.

Same with your legs. One on the couch, and one hanging off the side. Perfectly parted for someone to go between.

He sank down next to you, he carefully threaded his fingers through your hair, and leaned forward to smell you. Right in-between where the base of your neck met your shoulder. Your scent contained of vanilla lavender, and a little bit of your natural musk. He quietly groaned a little, you were intoxicating. His cock growing harder by the second.

He made his way down your body, his rough, calloused fingers gently groping at your tits over your shirt. God they were perfect, so soft and fit so nicely in his hands. He finally got down to between your thighs, his face was level with your mound. He could see through your panties and he felt like his dick was going to burst through his pants. He looked back up at you again, and your eyes were fluttering a little.....

You were in and out of sleep. Almost like you were bobbing up and down in the ocean, coming to the surface only to drift right back under the dark waves. The breeze coming through the screen door to the balcony was making you shiver occasionally. You werent sure if you were dreaming either.

You could see in your mind a dark figure over you, but you couldnt make out the details. It had knelt down beside you, it's hands drifting over your body. You whimpered at it's touch. It was so meticulous, familiar almost.

The figure made it's way between your legs, and pulled the gusset of your panties to the side. The figure had said something but you couldn't make it out. You were trying to understand what was happening to you. It was turning you on and you assumed you were having some type of strange sexual dream of some kind. But it felt so real. The figure leaned forward and begin to lick up and down your seam. Your can hear yourself moan, but you couldn't wake yourself from this strange dream space you were in...

Robbys tongue explored your cunt, leaving no inch of skin untouched. You were already wet when he had begun. You must have been having some type of dream that had turned you on. He didn't care either way. It was such a pretty sight to see your pussy already glistening in the low light when he pulled your panties over.

You tasted fucking divine. Robby was already a giver when it came to going down on somebody but he could live on the taste of your sweet slick alone if he could. He moaned into your cunt, and gripped the side of your thigh, he was so incredibly turned on. He rutted into the side of your couch just for some relief. The little moans he was hearing from you were pushing him to the edge. He hoped you woke up soon but he was also perfectly fine devouring you for as long as he could.

The orgasms you were experiencing were incredible even though you were wavering in and out of consciousness. The figure that was coaxing them out of you knew exactly what he was doing. Using only it's tongue, from what you could tell. You were about to have another one, and this one felt different. It was building and building, being drawn out for what felt like a long time. Like it was being teased out of you so you would wake up. You felt your body writhing, your hips rolling, and you could hear yourself moaning loudly. Finally, your eyes snap open and you grip the sides of the couch.

"Robby?" you say sleepily. You pulled your headphones off and peered down to see you weren't dreaming, and that you really had been experiencing this. He looked up from your core, and pulled away. "I had to have a taste of your sweet little cunt Birdie, I just couldn't resist." He dives back in and you whimper loudly. Your clit was overstimulated from God knows how many times he pulled orgasm out of orgasm out of your sleeping body.

He inserts two of his fingers into you without any warning. Your eyes widen and your fingers clutch deeper into the couch, you groan and start to grind against his face. You hear him groan into your cunt, clearly turned on by your actions. You arch your back and whine "Please don't fucking stop daddy" he quickens the pace of his fingers, and curves them up into you, hitting that particular spot inside you that leaves you gasping for air, you hit your wall and you come against his face.

Robby gently licks at your cunt as you catch your breath, and tenderly moves his fingers in and out of you. Little whimpers leaving your lips. You've never felt more satisfied in your life, yet you still crave more. Robby finally lifts his head away from your lower half, looking into your eyes."A man could get addicted to this right here" He pulls his fingers out of you, achingly slow. The second they're out, you quickly sit up and reach towards him. Grabbing at his shirt, pulling him forward. He allows himself to be pulled by you, and you give him a deep kiss. Its rough and desperate.

It's all teeth and tongues. Both of you fighting to be inside the other. He pushes your T-shirt up to your neck, where you pause only for a second to rip it up and over your head. Your nipples harden at the sudden cool breeze on your skin. You both continue to kiss and borderline gnaw at each other's mouths. The feeling of his teeth on your lips is painful but you soak up every ounce of it.

Your hands search for the bottom of his shirt, but he pulls you forward and into his lap instead, where you straddle him. A very familiar position for you. As soon as your legs are wrapped around him, he begins to get up from the couch. He makes his way to your bedroom.

Light from the full moon trickles in through the windows and on to your bed. He roughly tosses you on to it. He's standing over you now, from between your legs. The glow of the lighting illuminating him slightly. You can see his eyes. They're pitch black, and menacing. "Turn over, and get up on your hands and knees." He orders. You quickly listened. Turning yourself over, you got up and on to your knees, then planted your hands into the bed.

"Stay just like that Birdie don't move a fuckin inch." He says as he leans over you from behind. His nose pressing into your neck, he kisses down the side of your neck sloppily. He takes his time, once again giving you some aggressive hickeys you'll have to cover up in the morning. You whimper and squirm underneath him.

He forces your hands behind your back, then with one hand, he presses your head into the bed. The satin sheets on your bed are cool against your cheek. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" You nod your head the best you can under the weight of his hand. His other hand is quick to deliver a hard spank to your ass. You let out a gasp. "Couldnt fuckin' hear you Birdie, a nod means nothing to me." He spanks you again, eliciting a moan from you this time.

"I'm s-sorry daddy" you stutter, caught off guard from the sudden smacks. "I'll be a good girl I promise." You whimper out. He rips your underwear down, exposing your soaked core to him.

"It takes a real dirty girl like yourself to get off so much from someone going down on you while you're sleeping." He moves his hand from your back, and traces his finger down your seam, just barely touching you. "Fuckin soaked for me" he mutters, moreso to himself than to you. "Goddamn you just can't get enough, can you?" You shake your head again, obviously not learning your lesson from the previous time.

Another firm spank, but this time to your core. "Fuck!" You cry out. He was ruthless with the pain, but you were eating it up. "What did I just say? Use your words or I'll fuck you so hard with this cock you won't be able to walk for days." "Yes daddy I will" you mumble out. He grips the hair on your head, "Good girl, stay still now." Then releases you.

You hear him fumbling with his belt. The clinking of the metal, and the scrape of the leather through the belt loops. Peeling his pants off along with his shirt. You stay perfectly still, but consider turning around to look at him so you can get spanked again. Before being able to though, you feel him press up against you.

Fuck he felt big. You had a sense that he was when he had his cock up against your back but against your skin was entirely different. You feel your cunt clench at the thought of being filled by him. His hand now travels to your throat where he grips it tight. "Feel that cock up against ya Birdie?" He says in that gravely voice of his. "Yes daddy" You breathe out, biting your lip and trying not to sound too desperate.

"Mhmm been dreaming about this pussy for weeks" he guides his cock in-between your dripping seam. "Had to to take care of myself at work a few times. Couldnt stop thinking about your tight little hole, how she clenched around my fingers." You know you shouldnt, but you grind back against his cock, he was teasing you far too much with it.

This earns you two firm smacks to your ass cheeks, and his hand tightens your throat even harder. He knows exactly where to place his hand to cut off your airway in the perfect way. Perks of being fucked by a doctor you guessed. "Greedy little cockslut always trying to bite off more than what's being given to ya?" He spits at you through gritted teeth, condemning you.

Your eyes close shut. You bumble out an excuse. "I'm sorry just-". He squeezes your throat even harder, cutting you off. "I don't care, you take what I give you or you get nothing at all." He threatens, an edge to his voice indicating he means it.

He grinds his dick in-between your core, getting covered in slick. The tip of him presses against your clit, making you see stars. You cry out words that are incomprehensible. "Mhmm want you soaking this cock before I even get to fuck ya." You feel your vision start to blur a little, your airway being cut off is making your head a little fuzzy. You try to whimper but nothing more than a little noise comes out. Robby releases your throat from his intense grip.

"Don't want ya passing out on me. Or on second thought." He taps your clit with the head of his cock-almost in contemplation. "Maybe I do."

You wiggled your ass up against him a little in response to his taps, further pressing him against your clit. He groans at the sight in front of him."I wanna be awake please daddy. Wanna feel every inch of your cock filling me up." You conjured up your most innocent sounding voice. He suddenly moves and notches the tip of his cock right into your desperate hole. You gasp.

"Fuckin Christ" he mutters. "It's tight but I know my good girl can take it, isn't that right?" He moves another inch inside you. You grip the sheets in front of you. The girth alone was going to take a second to get used to. He was as thick as a beer can. The stretch felt incredible, and he knew you could take it.

He moves forward, achingly slow until he's all the way inside. He leans forward, attempting to speak in your ear. Somehow fitting a bit more of himself inside. "How's it feel having your daddy's cock all the way inside ya, huh?" You're at a loss for words. But before you're able to reply he drags himself almost all the way out, and slams right back into you. You're so overwhelmed with pleasure you don't respond. He now sets a brutal, merciless pace.

"Awe did my good girl forget how to speak? Too cock drunk to even think." He chides. You try to get your bearings but he slides his hand to swipe over your clit. You whine loudly and babble out a few words "oh...f-fuck...that...feels so good." Your eyes rolled back a little in your head.

Robby chuckled a little, and his hand that was holding your hip went up and into your hair, tugging it sharpely you were forced to arch your back for him. "God I wish you could see how pretty you look wrapped around me." His pace was still quick, and he showed no signs of stopping. The sounds of the two of you fucking were obscene, filling the entire room, echoing throughout your apartment. Skin against skin. Your combined moans. The other people on your floor could probably hear you but you couldn't care less.

"Ohh she's creaming for me, god you love this cock." He says in his raspy voice. You let out a breathy moan and roll your hips back against him. He curses and grips your hair even tighter. "Oh You wanna ride Daddy's cock? Alright then Birdie, show me what you can do." He slides out of you and you groan at the loss.

Robby goes and sits up against the headboard, moving your pillows behind his lower back. You crawl towards him from where you were positioned, and wrap your legs around his waist. You put your hands on his shoulders, and you hover right above his hardness. You notice he also has some tattoos on his arms. He holds the bottom of his shaft and looks up at you. The pale moonlight casting a strip of light on to his dark eyes.

As you sink down on to him you lean your head down and kiss him deeply and sensually. Gripping his shoulders as the stretch of him fills you, feeling deeper than before. He hisses a little as your fingernails go into his warm skin. You both moan into each other's mouths at the feeling of you lowering yourself on to his cock, inch by inch. You rock against him, and he teases his fingers over your clit. "Jesus Christ" you whimper loudly.

"My my birdie you look so good fucking yourself with my cock. Mhmmm." he praises into your ear. While his fingers work on your clit in time with your hips, his other hand travels towards you throat. Once again cutting your airway off a little bit. The feeling is simply incredible. You become a little detached from your body. Just the way you like it.

As you begin to go faster, you teetered on the edge of your release. Robby began to sense this, and started fucking up into you. The sensation made you arch you back and whine. "Pretty baby riding me like this, can feel you're getting close. Your cunt has got me in a fuckin chokehold little girl. " He breathes out. As he continues to touch and fuck you, your hand slithers up to now tug on his hair. He gives you a gutteral groan. You're close now, whimpers and moans are spilling from your mouth constantly.

"I'm-im gonna come daddy." You somehow squeeze a words out of your lips, the sensations happening to you are overwhelming. How you can still form a coherent sentence is a miracle. "Yeah? You wanna come on Daddy's cock?" Robby squeezes your throat even harder now. Your eyes flutter from it, and you continue to work yourself up and down his dick as he fucks up into you with it. "Look at me Birdie" he says quietly. You look down, your face contorted in pleasure. Mouth hanging open a little, your eyes blown out with lust.

"Come for me" he says deeply. And you do. You let out a pleasured cry and your body trembles with your orgasm. You let out a breathy "Thank you daddy" as the feeling rolls through you. You don't think you've ever come this hard in your life. Robby releases your neck from his firm grip.

Robby fucks up into you slowly as you're coming down from your high, whispering sweet praise into your ear. "You did so good for me, my sweet girl." He puts his hands on your hips and you bury your face into his neck, still speared into his cock. Both of you take it slow for a little, just the gentle, constant rock of his cock into you, just being in the moment and feeling one another. His hand comes up to carefully thread his fingers in your hair.

You finally lift your head and go to kiss him. He reaches up and places both hands on the side of your jaw. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, not as fast a last time but this feels more intimate. You enjoy it. His one hand moves from your jaw to cup the back of your head. He breaks the kiss "Can I fuck ya full of my cum baby?" You whimper out a "Yes" and he goes faster, and it feels incredible. You feel him getting lost in you, and you clench your muscles around him. He curses "Fucking Christ Birdie this pussy is driving me insane."

You can tell he's close now, his thrusts are getting rougher and a little sloppy. "Ready for me?" He breathes out. You whimper into his ear, in the most sensual tone you can muster "Yes daddy, fill me up please" He moans loudly and you can feel his release coating your insides. Both his hands move down to squeeze your back as his orgasm flows through his body. You feel his cock twitch inside you. Both of you lay in each other's arms, panting.

After both of you catch your breath, you finally decide to get out of his lap. You roll over next to him and flop your head down on the pillow. Your body is spent. Both of you are sweaty and your hair is sticking to your face. He looks down at you as he rests his head back against the headboard. "Jesus Christ. I haven't had sex like that in a long time" he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. You smile and turn your body to face him. "I don't think I've had sex that good, like ever. You bite your lip and look up at him. He slides down from the headboard so both of you are parallel to each other.

He brings his hand to your jaw, and he brushes his thumb back and forth across your face. "I guess we'll just have to be more neighborly with each other then, hmm?" You grin. "I like the sound of that."

[art-by-jas]

Watching Chapt. 2/5 (AO3) Charlie Reid x f!Reader Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Masturbation A/N: Sorry, this one is a little short; I will make up for it with the next one. I hope you enjoy <3 WC: 1.8k Summary: After having another run-in with the deputy chief... Your mind starts to wander when you are in bed later that night, trying to let go of the day's stress.

A couple of days have gone by, and in that brief span, so much has unfolded since you began your new job—the shooting and killing of Adam’s partner, Martel. Which Adam didn’t take too well, and it took him a few days to return to his mostly normal self. Then, there was the shocking autopsy you had to perform. The cause of death was unusual—suffocation by honey. Someone had held the guy’s nose shut, and you realized the person had essentially waterboarded him with honey, a gruesome method, as bugs and insects crawled all over him.

Kim had taken her detective's exam and passed with flying colors. Now, she was onto the final hurdle—the ride-along. She had been working tirelessly toward this goal, and finally, her efforts were paying off.

Your day at the office took a sudden turn when your phone buzzed with an urgent call. There’s been a body found near the water, and they need your expertise on the scene. You take a moment to grab your essential tools and kit—can’t forget anything important—and set off for the crime scene with a mix of anticipation and readiness.

When you finally pull up, the place is buzzing with activity. You see police officers weaving through the crowd, crime scene investigators are busy analyzing the area, and forensic experts are working diligently to secure the scene and protect any potential evidence. It’s always a whirlwind the moment you arrive. Just as you’re about to dive into your examination and gather your thoughts, someone calls out your name. You turn around, momentarily thrown off your game, thinking it’s probably an officer or another investigator trying to fill you in on the latest details.

You come to a sudden stop, and there he is—Reid. His eyes lock onto you, and for a moment, it feels like time stands still.

He takes you in, scanning your form before finally breaking the silence. With a laid-back tone, he says, "Well, fancy running into you here," a playful smirk creeping across his face.

Your frustration is clear in your voice. “I could say the same to you,” you shoot back, trying to keep it together. “I’m just here to do my job. What’s your deal?”

He laughs a bit as he steps in a little closer, locking eyes with you, his tone dripping with a touch of arrogance. “I can be wherever I want, whenever I want. I’m the deputy chief; don’t forget that. It's my job to be here.” He glances around before turning his focus back to you.

You cross your arms, your annoyance growing at his arrogant response. "Yes, I'm aware of your title and position," you retort, biting back the snark threatening to slip through. "But this is a crime scene, not a social event. I have work to do." You gesture towards the body before you.

He steps closer, the distance between you growing shorter. "Oh, I understand that perfectly well," he replies, his tone now a little more serious. "You're here to do your job, and I'm here to ensure everything's going smoothly. We both have our roles to play." He pauses, his gaze lingering on your face.

"Besides," he says, a playful smirk creeping back onto his face, "I figured I’d take the chance to see a pro in action."

You roll your eyes, your irritation still bubbling up. "Feel free to watch, but just don’t get in my way," you snap back, your tone sharp.

He laughs again, enjoying your fiery spirit. "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of getting in your way." With that, he takes a couple of steps back, crossing his arms and casually leaning against a nearby car.

You try to focus on the body before you, desperately trying to push his presence out of your mind. Yet, you can almost feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. As you begin your examination, every detail of the scene becomes crucial—each inch of the body tells a story, revealing signs of trauma and strange anomalies that pull you deeper into your work. You take photographs, capturing every aspect of this grim scene.

But no matter how hard you fight it, you can’t help but sneak glances in his direction. It’s as if there’s an unseen thread pulling your eyes back to him, an attraction you didn’t ask for but can’t easily escape. Whenever your eyes meet, even momentarily, you’re met with that infuriating smirk—an embodiment of his arrogance. With a deep breath, you remind yourself to focus, redirecting your attention to the details that matter in front of you.

The rest of the examination proceeds as expected. Eventually, the scene is cleared, and you find yourself gathering your things, about to head back to the office. You take one last glance around, your eyes unintentionally meeting Reid's gaze again before getting into your car.

You drive back to the office, the thoughts whirling in your mind. You know it's unprofessional to let him get under your skin, especially given his rank, but his cocky attitude has left you fuming. It's not just his arrogance that irks you; it's also the fact that he seemed to take some kind of perverse interest in you, as if he found you amusing.

In an attempt to distract yourself from the persistent thoughts about Reid, you pick up your phone and text Kim.

From Me: Hey, got a minute? I need to tell you something.

It doesn't take long for Kim to reply, her response popping up on your screen a moment later.

From Kim: Yeah, what's up? Everything okay?

From Me: Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted to ask if you've met the deputy chief yet.

From Kim: Yeah, I have. He was at my detective's exam. Why do you ask?

You hesitate for a moment, debating how much to reveal. You finally reply, your message tinged with a hint of irritation.

From: Me I met him yesterday, and today he just showed up at a crime scene out of nowhere and stood there, watching me work. It was irritating as hell.

From: Kim Oh, that's odd... I'll keep an eye on him. Don't be afraid to call me if he makes you uncomfortable; I'll kick his ass for you.

A small smile crept across your face as you read Kim's response. It was nice to know that she had your back. The fact that she was so willing to go to bat for you made you feel somewhat better about the whole situation. 

From: Me Thanks, I appreciate it. He's just so damn condescending; it's annoying.

Kim's response pops up on your screen, her words offering a mix of understanding and well-wishes.

From: Kim Yeah, I understand that. Don't let that smug idiot ruin your night.

From: Me Thanks, I'll try. I'll talk to you soon.

With the reports for the day completed, you take a deep breath, organizing the documents into a neat stack before locking them away in the drawer of your desk. The lights in the office are dimmed, casting long shadows across the room as the sun starts to set, the city skyline visible from your window. You grab your belongings and sling your bag over your shoulder. With one last glance around the room to ensure everything is in order, you head towards the door to go home.

Despite the chaos of the day, you know exactly how to unwind and relieve some of the stress that has been building up within you. Once inside your apartment, you head to your bedroom, a mix of determination and excitement coursing through your veins. As you close the door behind you, a subtle smile plays on your lips, knowing exactly what you need.

You slowly undress, the stress of the day slipping away as your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you exposed in the solitude of your bedroom. The cool air whispers against your skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine as you make your way towards the bed. 

You settle back against the pillows, you take a deep breath, steadying your racing heart as you close your eyes and allow your mind to focus solely on your desires. 

You begin slowly, tracing gentle circles over your sensitive skin, starting at your chest. You brush your fingertips lightly over your nipples, gasping at the sensation. Each movement fuels the fire within, igniting sensations that course through your entire body. Your movements become more desperate as your hands drift down past your stomach, where you needed to be touched most. Soft moans escape your lips, a subtle melody of pleasure that fills the air. You're completely immersed in the moment, the world around you reduced to a blur.

You close your eyes, fully immersed, your fingers becoming more bold as you swipe up your slit, collecting your wetness, using it as lube as you add a finger to your aching hole. As your fingers move, you can almost imagine the presence of someone else with you, adding to the moment.

"Oh… Fuck…" you breathe, the gasp almost a whispered prayer.

You find your rhythm, your breath ragged and hitched as you move with purpose. You're lost in the intensity of the moment. The air is thick with the scent of your arousal, and your thoughts begin to go to one thing—him. His arrogant smirk and condescending tone. His presence consumed your thoughts, the way he had observed you, his gaze burning through you as you worked. 

You feel a pang of irritation as you think about his arrogant attitude, but also something else. There was something about his gaze, about the intensity in his eyes, that made your pussy throb despite your annoyance. You find yourself imagining him watching you now as you touch yourself. His gaze is fixated on you, his eyes roaming over your body as he smirks in that infuriating but somehow sexy way. You can almost hear his condescending voice, criticizing you, belittling you, but somehow managing to sound both infuriating and seductive at the same time.

"Look at you," he would say. "So desperate, so needy." You can almost hear it, his mocking tone grating on your nerves. But the way he'd say it, the way his voice would drop an octave, would send a shiver down your spine. It's a complicated mix of annoyance and... something more. You imagine how he'd look, standing there, arms folded across his chest, watching you intently.

You feel the climax building, your body on edge as your thoughts continue to drift to him. Despite your annoyance and irritation with him, the thought of him watching you, his gaze locked on you, sends a surge of both irritation and desire through you. 

Your body tenses, the wave of sensations crashing through you, leaving you breathless. You collapse back against the bed, a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion overcoming you. 

With a frustrated sigh, you try to shake off the remnants of your fantasy, telling yourself it was just a moment of weakness and that you weren't attracted to him. It was just the stress of the day getting to you, nothing more.

Right?

Masterlist

@science-hoes

[chrisfawns]

𝜗ৎ shakes

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

ᯓ★ in which you remind matt that something is better than nothing 🌀 part of my writing marathon

warnings: phone sex, masturbation (m), dom!reader, little bit of angst, degradation if you squint

wc: 0.7k

as soon as matt woke up, he was already dreading the day. lately, the time seemed to crawl by, each day slower than the last. he loved how hard you worked and how much effort you were putting into your master's degree, but he hated that it required you to be at a university that was not near him. he missed your touch; the way you could set his whole body on fire.

without another thought, he picked up his phone, clicking on your contact and dialing your number. surprisingly, you picked up on the first ring.

"hey baby!" you said brightly.

"i miss you," matt whispered softly, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "i just...i don't know how long i can keep doing this."

you sighed softly. you knew matt didn't mean it. the distance between the two of you was hard, with your east coast school being three hours ahead of LA and your busy schedule rarely allowing for visits.

"i love you." was simply what you said back, knowing that was exactly what your boyfriend needed.

matt let out a soft little sigh, giggling out a small "i love you" back. despite the thousands of miles between the two of you, you couldn't help but to think about how pretty matt's noises sounded.

"baby," you started. "i know it's hard, i really do, but it's better to do this than never see each other again, right?" you started, not letting matt in on where this conversation was headed.

matt nodded, even though you couldn't see him. "yeah...i just miss you. that's all," he knew you were right. he would do long distance for ten years before he gave up having you in his life. "i miss your touch."

you smirked. this was perfect. matt needed cheering up, but he wasn't so sad that your plan seemed uncaring.

"i know you do," you purred. "you know what i want?"

"what?"

"i wanna be yours inside your dreams tonight. i want you to fall asleep thinking about me and about our life together, yeah? maybe you'll even have a dream that'll have you rutting those pretty little hips into the mattress, pretending it's my thigh." you said in a sultry voice.

matt whined, feeling his dick already getting hard from your words alone. "stop teasin'." he mumbled, cheeks burning.

"or what?" you challenged. "or you'll start playing with yourself on the phone? using your own hand to stroke your cock and pretending it's mine?"

matt couldn't shake the feeling. as sad as he had been and as much as he wanted you with him right now, he didn't stop his hand from sliding into his flannel pajama pants, feeling his grey boxers already wet from pre cum. "y-yeah...".

"i bet you're touching yourself right now. fisting your dick and thinking about how you just want me with you-" you paused for a moment as you heard matt begin to breathe heavily. "getting off to the sound of my voice."

your boyfriend whined, bucking his hips up to meet his hand as he pumped his cock faster and harder. "oh god...holy shit...mmmm."

"you're gonna cum all over your hand, aren't you?" you continued talking matt through his impending orgasm, silently prideful at how much power you had over him.

matt nodded, even though you couldn't see him. all thoughts he had been having earlier of whether this was worth it were gone from his mind, replaced only by thoughts of how badly he loved your voice and how badly he needed to cum. "mhm!! gonna cum thinkin' about you." he whined, cheeks flushed.

"bet your pants are hastily thrown to the floor and your boxers are completely soaked with pre cum. you're laying in bed because you're just too horny to even make it to the shower...slut." you chuckled.

that last word pushed matt over the edge. he released all over his hand, thick ropes of cum covering his skin. your boyfriend fell back against the bed, panting heavily with you still on call.

"shit." he moaned.

"you sound so pretty when you cum, matty." you mused.

matt blushed. somehow, you always knew what he needed before he did. "thank you...i needed that."

"i know."

"i love you," matt said into the phone, moving to clean himself up. "talk to you before bed?"

you smiled at matt's mood improvement. "you know it. remember what i said, though. i wanna be yours inside your dreams tonight."

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[remuswriting]

MAKE ME BELIEVE; KOZUME KENMA

You're haunting Kenma.

WORD COUNT: 1,154 words

TAGS: Post Time Skip; Ghosts; Angst; Second Person POV

NOTES: This is just vibes. Nothing else.

Kenma doesn’t believe in ghosts. Kuroo has always been the one who does. Always screeching during horror movies and games. Sleeping with all the lights on afterwards. Scared of his own shadow.

He’s the complete opposite of Kenma, who finds horror stories and games to be overly corny. They’re too focused on trying to scare people that they can’t. Or that’s what he believes.

But then you came.

There’s a difference between believing in ghosts and knowing one. He forgets most of the time, because you’re solid. You can press your side against his and let him know you’re there. The breeze moves your hair when it brushes past you two. Your voice is clear next to him, as if you’re truly in the room with him.

It’s easier to believe you’re not dead than to acknowledge you are.

Right now, you stare at him from the living room. It’s destroyed with the couch flipped over and volleyball magazines Hinata leaves all over the room. There’s broken glass from a glass being thrown against the wall.

Your chest is heaving, as if you’re struggling to breathe. He doesn’t even know what you’re angry about. He doesn’t remember what happened, but he figures he’s truly in the wrong.

He’s torn between apologizing and leaving. What is he meant to do? There’s no rule book for dealing with ghosts. There’s no rule book for you.

It’s quiet for a long moment before he leaves. The front door slamming shut by accident.

“What’s going on with you?” Kuroo asks when they’ve settled into his apartment. He’s usually where Kenma goes when something happens with you. He doesn’t know about you, though. Kenma hasn’t been able to tell anyone. He doesn’t want to be seen as crazy. “You never just stop by.”

“Just needed to get out,” Kenma says, even though he regrets leaving. “I’ve not been sleeping.”

Kuroo immediately gets worried, like he always does. Similar to a mother hen, but one that kicks her kids when given the chance.

“Maybe you should talk to your doctor,” Kuroo says, and it’s a good suggestion. “He could prescribe you something.”

Kenma shakes his head. “You know how I feel about medication.”

It turns him into a zombie, unable to fully function after waking up. He can’t do it again.

Kuroo looks at him, unsure, but he finally nods. “Okay, but if it gets worse, just think about it?”

Kenma nods. “Okay,” he says, even though he won’t.

You’re in his living room when he gets home. His house is clean. Anime plays on the television, but you’re not really watching it. You’re just staring at it with vacant eyes. It’s a common occurrence of you not always being here in the moment.

“Hey,” he says, and you look over at him. Your eyes are still slightly vacant.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and he nods.

“Can you let me sleep tonight?” he asks, and you slowly nod.

“I have to leave soon,” you say, and your voice is distant. “I may not be back for a while.”

“Where are you going?” Kenma asks, panic surges through him. You’ve never left before. You’re the most consistent person in his life.

You look away from him. “I don’t know. Just somewhere.”

Kenma doesn’t understand. He’s never understood your existence when he remembers you’re a ghost. He doesn’t know why you’re here, and you never tell him either. It makes less sense why you have to leave.

“Why?”

You look back at him, but it still doesn’t feel like you’re there with him. He hates it. He misses your heaving frame and angry expression. At least you’d been there in the moment.

“I don’t know,” you say, honestly. “I just feel this pull, and I can’t say no.”

It’s quiet as Kenma takes that in. You’re a ghost. A pull can mean anything. It can mean you leaving for good.

“Are you coming back?”

You’re no longer as solid as you once were. Fading. You’re fading. He’s scared, but he doesn’t know how to say that. It’s stuck in his throat, along with his fear.

“Hopefully,” you say, and then you’re gone. Anime still plays on the television and the house is still clean, but you’re no longer on the couch. You’re just completely gone.

He slowly walks over to the couch and touches the cushion you sat on. It’s cold to the touch, as if you were never there—as if he’d completely imagined you.

Kenma sits down, right where you always did, and tries to remember how it felt when you pressed your sides together. He can’t, though. It’d been so fleeting. You’d never truly been solid, but he always told himself you were.

The days blur together, especially when Kenma sleeps less. He worries you’ll come back when he’s asleep and leave. He’s nauseous all the time and unable to sleep. His eyes are so heavy that sometimes they stay closed for just a little too long. It gets to the point that Kuroo tries to intervene. Kuroo tries to get him to get help, but Kenma can’t. He’ll be seen as crazy.

He’s forgetting what you look like. There aren’t any photos of you for him to look at. There aren’t any voice recordings for him to remember your voice. It’s torturous.

It’s nearing six in the morning when there’s a knock at his door. It startles him, and his eyes have been closed for just a little too long. He hurries to get up, even though he doesn’t know why someone would be out there.

The door is heavy as he opens it, and it’s you standing outside of it. He freezes. You’re solid in front of him. Outside of his house, which you’d been trapped in for so long. You’re not fading. You’re vibrant.

“Y/N?” he says, but it comes out more as a question.

“Kenma,” you say, and your voice is smooth and loud. “I came back.”

Then you’re running at him and wrapping your arms around him. You’re so warm and comforting, and he sags into you. His eyes burn, and he fears he’s going to cry, but he can’t help it. You’re back and you’re real.

“Am I dreaming?” he asks, and you shake your head. Your hair brushes against his skin.

He loves you. He misses you. He needs you.

“You came back,” he says, and he lets himself completely melt into you. You hold him up as he cries. Your fingers brush through his hair, and he could sleep just like this. “I’m so tired.”

You pull away slightly, and he tries to hold on to you tighter, but he’s too weak from exhaustion.

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” you say before holding his face so gently. “I’ll let you sleep for as long as you need to.”

Kenma smiles as he lets out a gentle laugh. “Thank you.”

[transingthoseformers]

May I put Orion/Optimus in a time loop spanning from shortly before the war to the end of it?

By this point, he's seen multiple endings to the war.

He just has to find the right one this time to end the loop.

[savage-rhi]

been trying to conjure the words for a while, but as someone who’s got family who’s also going through some really tough shit involving mental health work, i just wanna say i’m so sorry you lost your job—but you won’t ever have to work with these people again, at least!

definitely look into legal routes, don’t be afraid to ask for support, and don’t give up. and be sure to rest and recuperate, etc. ableism is insidious as fuck, but you can rise above the lows it throws your way!

(hopefully that all was worded somewhat gracefully. i just am so sorry you’re experiencing this shit, man. but you’ll make it out alive! ❤️)

You don't have to worry about wording things gracefully hon. I know you mean well and didn't see anything here that was warranted as an offense.

Thank you for the condolences. This is one thing I'm hanging onto, that I don't have to work with these people ever again.

I will do everything within my skillset and empathy to never dehumanize or treat anybody the way I was treated as a mental health provider. I'd like to think I do a good job of that already, creating a brave space for people, and this experience nailed it in that I won't allow myself to stoop to this level of being insidious as fuck to a human being.

I don't know the full context of what your family member is going through, but hearing that, I hope they get through the ordeal especially if they are dealing with folks who do not have their best interests in mind.

Thank you again for the condolences and for checking in 💙🫂

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ plug!gojo doesn't give a damn about drugs. not even a little. but he does give a damn about the prettiest girl in the world, so there he is, being financially irresponsible and buying up every stash he can get his hands on.

it all starts when he overhears you're looking for a new connection, his expert stalking skills finally paying off for something other than knowing your favorite brand of tampons.

apparently, your old dealer was getting greedy with those prices. for the most part, though, gojo just needs a pathetic excuse to get you in his orbit.

lovesick as fuck and utterly hopeless with money, gojo only deals to you. why would he sell to anyone else when he's blowing his cash for you in the first place?

you roll up to his messy dorm once a week, needing your fix. and every time, he insists you stay longer, for a smoke sesh. "just one blunt," he purrs, that predatory gleam in his baby blues. "it's on me, sugar. 's good shit."

gojo's always been a man of his word — it really is always the good shit. besides, who are you to say no to free pot?

so, you sprawl on his tangled sheets, a flimsy blanket barely covering your bodies, pillows shoved haphazardly behind your backs. you watch him expertly roll the joint, and for a guy who supposedly doesn't partake, he sure handles it better than you ever could.

gojo flicks his lighter, the tip glowing orange as he torches the end, letting the first sweet scent of cannabis fill the air. he always lets you take the first hit. it is for you, after all.

your eyes glaze over, a low, satisfied moan escaping your lips. oh, and another thing?

these smoking sessions have a nasty habit of devolving into raw, sweaty fucking. if blowing his entire paycheck to get you high is the price of admission to that sweet, tight pussy, then so be it. gojo is a willing fool.

gojo's never had sex with you sober, but even high, it feels amazing, like he's in heaven. his hips roll languidly against yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, with every thrust.

your eyes, red from the high, squeeze shut, back arching. no matter how many times he has forced his length into your snug cunt, you're still suffocating him, clenching by all means.

he presses a sloppy kiss to your calf, legs thrown over his shoulders. you're bent in a cruel mating press, but it's not as if you have the energy to protest.

he places the blunt between your swollen, from kissing, lips. "inhale," gojo commands, eyes trained on you, as you attempt to take a drag, but your breath hitches, too fucked-out.

he snorts, tapping it twice against your mouth. "sugar, try again."

he can't let all this go to waste, right?

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.

Sequel here

Dead dove Do not Eat Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov

Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.

Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.

But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.

But then that pompous bitch got in the way.

The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.

"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.

Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.

Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.

Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.

The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.

"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.

Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.

Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.

"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.

"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.

He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.

Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.

[madamechrissy]

Conjuring Ryomen Sukuna

pairings - Haunted Doll/Demon Sukuna x f!reader

summary - Your haunted doll Sukuna is really creeping out everyone you know, so you're tired of it! He is always watching, he scares your dates away - rude! You decide enough is enough, and after numerous times trying to destroy him, you get the help of a friend to sage/smudge the house. Big mistake!

warnings - Horror tbh lol, COMPLETE CRACK, spitting, name calling, oral (f receiving) Sukuna being psycho and just a freak, mating press, rough sex, creampie, Sukuna is basically Anabelle lmfao.

You can thank @yenayaps for spurring this on and for making the Sukuna pic lmao!! (also @indiewritesxoxo bc they rly get me on the weirdest paths)

You have tried so many times to get rid of your creepy, haunted ass doll!!! He's so torn up and raggedy, he's still covered in dirt from when you've buried him. He's sewn together in places (you never sewed him!?) his creepy ass grin and red button eyes terrifying as ever. You've thrown him in a blender, a dumpster, you've thrown him in the damn pond!

Fuck you burned him, earning some singed raggedy pink hair. But Nothing Works!!

He's always coming back, showing up on your chair, showing up in your fucking bed!? Sometimes you'd wake up and scream, and throw him out of the attic window, sometimes you'd stuff him in a trunk up there and you'd hear his creepy little footsteps as he ended up back in that rocking chair. You'd push him in your closet and he'd be sitting at the dinner table, waiting for you to serve him.

Not like you ever would!

What's the worse is when you tried to bring a date over, and the moment you thought maybe you could get off a bit - (fuck you deserve it living with this demonic doll) - the doors start slamming and the lights flicker! All of your dates run away in fear, and you're left endlessly frustrated all the time.

"I swear, I'm getting rid of you today!" You say this morning, shaking the doll and then throwing it on the floor, just for it to move it's head, making you scream. "God you're creepy, just wait!"

Your friend is a whole hippie, and thank goodness for that. You've buried Sukuna again in your garden, wiping the sweat off your brow as your friend looks at you with a concerned gaze. "I'll be right in, please go ahead!"

You may look insane burying this doll in your yard every week, surely the neighbors are concerned, but they have no clue the torture this damn thing causes. Cheap mortgage payments are not worth it!

"This is what you get for buying a haunted house you know," you're walking in, washing your hands in your kitchen as your friend shakes her head. "The energy in here is insane."

"I know, ugh. You know I couldn't afford anything else!" You dry your hands on a towel as she starts laying out crystals, evil eyes, and lighting the sage. The smoke makes you cough it's so thick, when she hands you one.

"Repeat this - you will not harm me."

"You will not cock block me!"

"Hey!" You blush then, realizing your words, clearing your throat as your friend rolls her eyes. "Why do I deal with you?"

"He really does, I haven't gotten dick since I've been here," you pout and she starts walking through the house, shivering. "Yeah, he sits in my room the most."

"We'll put extra protection in here," she's smudging more, opening all the windows, as you follow her - praying this doll was done - the next step was a whole exorcism!!

The doll doesn't return that day, you almost can't believe your luck, and that night he's still not there! You freely go on a date - he's not even that good of a kisser but you really need to get laid, it's been a whole year since this doll started. He's fingering you good enough in the car, that you decide to bring him in.

Typically, this is when your doll would start messing with you, but the house smells so clean and it's blissfully empty. Your date is kissing down your body as you lay in your bed, and for once the creepy doll isn't even here staring at you!

Yay for Sage!

"So pretty," he's murmuring, kissing up your thigh, you're moaning then, it's just been so long, you were even scared to masturbate because he's watched so much! "So wet..."

"Shh," you didn't need the dude to talk, no you really need to cum - but of course, he doesn't know what he's doing. But that's okay, you're just excited your creepy ass doll is gone, so you tug his face where it needs to be and work with it. "Mnh!"

"Hmm," that sound doesn't come from him, or you, in fact he's buried against your pussy when you look curiously to see it-

That Fucking Doll!

He's grinning at you, making you scream when your date pulls his lips off whatever part of your pussy he was going for, looking at the chair then. "Oh, I didn't see that - it's fucking creepy!"

"Just... um ignore it..." Soon the doll has slammed the damn door, your lights flicker again, and your tv is going on and off. "Dammit..."

"I'm sorry but... this is too creepy, he's like haunted!?" Your date runs out when the doll turns his creepy ass head, and you're done. You tug on your panties, picking the doll up by his hair, scowling.

"I'm getting an exorcist tomorrow, you creepy little shit!" You throw him out of your room with a huff, locking your door and grimacing, throwing a hand over your face.

You almost could have cum just grinding on the guys nose, you're that needy after this year of hell! You're grabbing your vibrator, spreading your thighs then, eyes fluttering shut. You have to just cum and you'll feel a little better, surely, hopefully the stupid doll does his usual routine and comes in after a couple hours.

The vibrations are hitting your clit, and your hips rise up, shutting your eyes and imagining how good it'll be to get rid of this stupid fucking doll, when the vibrator is snatched from your hand and thrown against the wall. You scream at that, eyes opening when a hand comes over your mouth.

Who the fuck is this!?!?

He's got glowing red eyes just like your doll, but he's huge, and he's naked, covered in tattoos as your eyes dart down his throat, his chest, and his big hand lets go. He smirks down at you, when you scooch up the bed, chest heaving, and he eyes your pussy, lapping at his plump lower lip.

"You thought that loser or that toy could make you cum, brat?" his voice is gruff as he speaks, you reach for your phone, but he throws that now too.

"Who are you!? How'd you get in?" You're covering yourself up with a pillow, only for him to throw that now too, as you look all over the room. "I have a haunted doll, he'll scare the shit out of you."

He laughs then, throwing his head back, before giving you an evil fucking grin, straddling your bed and making it creak with his heavy weight, one arm on either side of you. "Oh you're fucking dumb."

You glare and smack the shit out of him then, screaming out as your palm stings, he's chuckling again, and you see him hard, he's fucking huge. Veiny, a good nine inches, leaking precum on your damn bed, as he shoves up your top.

"Get the fuck out, who breaks in naked - you're a creep!" He's chuckling now, shaking his head, pink hair messy, his fingers gripping your breasts.

"I'm tired of watching you try to fuck all these losers," you gasp then, lips parted.

"You can't be..."

"My name isn't Anabelle by the fucking way," he says, glaring at you, and you tremble. "It's Sukuna, king of fucking curses."

"Oh whatever as if you're a king- Raggedy Andy looking- ah!" Sukuna is done with you then, he has a huge hand around your throat, as his other finds your soppy little cunt.

"I'm not raggedy andy, I'm a fucking demon," you're shaking your head again, but when he touches your clit with his rough fingers, you can't help but cry out. "Cunt is desperate, so slutty."

"You're really the doll!? I saged you! Oh fuck," he's rolling in circles now, his heavy cock looking more and more tempting - you weren't really gonna fuck your haunted doll were you!?!? "Ngh!"

"You just brought me out, hah - pathetic, looking at you with your stupid ass crystals, think they work on me?" He's shoved two thick ass fingers inside you now, you're rolling your eyes back, pulsing around them already.

"W-why don't you... just leave me alone... ah!" You're saying it as you're gushing down his fingers. "I was finally gonna cum - you haunted fucking chucky doll!"

"I'm not chucky or fucking anabelle!" He's furious then, pulling out his fingers and shoving them in your mouth, you're sucking on them without thinking, when he scowls at you. "I can't believe you lit me on fucking fire- oh and I'm claustrophobic by the way!? you mean ass little-"

"Don't you dare even! Fuck, could you just... get me off! It's your fault I never do! Maybe I wouldn't burn you or throw you in the pond if you were useful!'

"Useful, you're such a bitch.." you smack him again, just making him harder - it's been eighty years trapped in that stupid fucking vessel, and he's had to watch you naked for a year! He's far more needy thatn you.

"Don't call be that, fucking Robert the doll but even lamer!"

"You listen to too many much horror podcasts, oh and you know he wouldn't have got you off, yeah?"

"Like you can, you're a doll!"

"I'm a fucking demon, now shut up," he's yanked off your panties, shoving them in your mouth, when he leans down and brings your pussy right against his face. "I'll show you how to really cum, fucking insolent brat."

"Who the fuck says insolent- ancient ass- oh fuck," he's spreading your lips, eyeing your pretty cunt, he'd tell you it was pretty if you weren't always trying to destroy him or stuff him in boxes. But for now, he'll think it, drinking your cunt up and moaning as he ruts his cock against the matress. "Oh god! There, there, fuck!" You're tugging at his hair when he nips your clit, smacking your hands now, scowling with his bright red eyes. "Ow!"

"Don't tell me what to do, pathetic human, be thankful I'm letting you have this," he is so fucking pretentious for a doll you think to yourself, wishing you could toss him back into that trunk in the attic until he's sucking on your clit. "Mmm... should thank me."

You're gushing then, how can you not, his tongue swirling your clit, sucking it into his hot mouth, the little thing twitching as he vibrates it with his stupid demon mouth. You wonder if the doll actually killed you and you're in some weird limbo with it, maybe it dragged you to hell, but it feels so good you honestly go with it.

He's messy, sloppy and somehow precise as he drags your thighs closer, sucking up all your juices. You're writhing under him, closer and closer, while he devours your pussy so hungry, he won't tell you how good it tastes either, you're too much of a fucking brat for all that - you've given him PTSD from all the ways you've hurt him!!!

"Cum, now - whiny little brat..." You're screaming out before you can stop yourself, his tongue slipping up to collect all the juices that spill as you're yanking his hair again.

The orgasm hits far too good, you're making a mess and squirting on your - haunted doll's!?- face then, he grins, lapping it up, before leaning up and wrapping a tattooed hand around your throat. He spits right into your mouth after prying it open, you're choking as you swallow it, only for him to bend you in half, slamming his thick cock in as much as it can go.

"G-god... oh my... you're too big, fuck!" You're trying to back off, but he drags you back, smirking as he presses your thighs up, smushing them against your breasts and fucking deeper.

"Tired of listening to you every fucking day, bitchy and annoying, tired of you bringing losers - ah fuck you're tight - home. And tired of - mmm - you trying to get rid of me!"

"I'm - ah! - tired of - fuck, there!" You're done as he's fucking you so good then, you've never had dick like his, it's tearing you apart with each filthy fucking stroke. You're trying to scratch at his back when he pins your wrists down, pressing all his heavy weight on you.

"Shut you up - hah - fuck..." Your cunt is milking him, it's been a good hundred years since Sukuna has fucked anything, he would jerk off in his vessel but it wasn't the same! And he's wanted you too long, so he's trying to hold back for a moment as your gummy walls grip his veiny length.

"W-won't sage you if you... mnh, make me cum again - ah!" He's scowling now, fucking you harder, breaking you in half with his mean cock - you have to hope that he doesn't have some creepy fucking doll stds or something!?

"Haven't fucked in... a hundred years... gonna cum so much, in your slutty little fucking pussy - mine, not that fucking losers..." you feel a little relief, a hundred years he should be okay, but you're still half convinced you're dead or asleep anyway.

"Cum in me," he smirks then. "Oh stop it, just do it."

"Slut, fucking mean ass brat, fucking.... god your pussy..." he also thinks you're pretty, but you sure wouldn't hear that either!

Sukuna fucks you in that mating press, until he's got you cumming again, pulsing around him with your aftershocks, and he lets out a hundred fucking years of cum, white ropes busting in your pussy, bulging your tummy.

"So much what the- you're still cumming!?"

"Shut up, god... fuck..." He's losing it now, he almost kisses you, but instead he's spitting in your mouth again, moaning as he pulls back, watching his own cum being pushed out down his length.

"I'm like hallucinating or dead," you're whining out then, as he pulls back, cum spilling all over your bed, as he smirks, fingering it back into your hole. "I'm sore! It's been a year because of y-you!"

"Shut up, fucked ya good enough yeah?" You're just trembling now, as he pulls back, sighing and laying next to you, on one arm. "I require clothing."

"Aren't you going back to like being a creepy doll?"

"Tch, no, the sage released me, and now your sexual energy is feeding me," he's tugging you against him, frowning as he studies you. "You were so mean to me!"

"You were a haunted doll! And never let me get dick."

"Well obviously not," he's blushing now, and you can't help but giggle. "Do not laugh at me, mortal!"

"Oh sorry, I may have some old sweats or shirts from my ex, let me look." You hop up now, shaking your head when he tugs you back on his lap. "What is it?"

"I'm scared by myself, that's why I kept going to your room, and you just kept throwing me away," he's nuzzling your neck now, kind of sweet for a demonic possessed doll. "Don't do it again!"

"Okay fine, I won't. Now I feel bad!"

"You should!" He's sinking sharp teeth into your neck, fucking you again, as he has much to make up for, making sure to fuck all his frustrations out of his mistreatment!

This is silly LMAO

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[yanderedrabbles]

I'm thinking about a huge ex-warrior of a yandere. Big and bulky and all too familiar with bloodshed. You'd think years in the king's army would have hardened him, made him callous and cruel. But that's not true at all.

An ex-warrior yandere who cares so much about preserving life because he knows exactly how fragile and easy it is to take. A huge, scarred, mountain of a man who gets soaked to the waist in the dead of winter to save a drowning kitten. Who holds the shivering, mewling, runt of the litter in his hands with a gentleness you've seldom seen.

An ex-warrior yandere who doesn't even eat meat anymore. Who doesn't accept work slaughtering and butchering pigs when the holiday season comes around, even though folk offer him good money for his strength.

A good man, despite it all. Too good for you.

War is a terrible thing and you end up a prisoner almost entirely on accident. Said to be a spy though you're nothing more than an unlucky commoner who angered the wrong people.

He ends up a prisoner too, hauled off the battlefield when he's too injured to put up a fight. Just another prisoner of war, a dime a dozen. He's thrown into the duke's lockup and forgotten.

Whatever fate had in mind, you end up in the same dungeon. Cells next to each other, with nothing to do but tell stories and shiver.

It's miserable there. The gaolers are cruel for the sake of it. The meals are scant, the drinking water not much better. It's the sort of place where dying is considered the lucky option. And maybe you'd have given in, the both of you. Just closed your eyes and let your bodies waste away.

But unlike so many others, you have each other.

You can't see him and he can't see you. All either of you have is a voice in the dark. And somehow, that's enough.

Maybe you manage to escape together or maybe the Duke is defeated and his prisoners liberated. Whatever the case, he's right by your side when you step into the sun again.

How many years has it been? When was the last time you saw the sky?

You were sweet once. Kind, gentle. But years in the lord's prison have changed you. You're sharp and prickly now, slow to trust and even slower to forgive.

An ex-warrior yandere who sees the hurt under all your layers of indifference. Who decides right then and there, that first moment in the sun, that his one goal in life is to keep you safe.

An ex-warrior yandere who says he'll be your guard until you reach your destination, wherever it may be. You're weak, you're unfamiliar with the changes in the world. Anyone can come along and take advantage of you.

An ex-warrior yandere who follows you with a sort of quiet, implacable devotion. It doesn't matter if you're prickly or sharp tongued or so ruined that you fear your heart is forever frozen over. He'll always be there - two steps behind you to guard your back.

You try to send him away. Try to tell him you didn't need a guard dog. He just looks at you and says he's not going anywhere. Not forceful, but gentle and firm. He isn't leaving you, not when you're so scarred from the war that most days you don't speak more than five words to anyone.

It's baffling. Why does he care about forgotten detritus like you? What good will it do? He's still strong, still handsome despite the scars. He can still have a normal life.

But no. He chooses you.

Chooses to walk with you from one village to the next. Chooses to sleep rough even though folk offer him work. Chooses to endure the rain and the cold and the long nights spent sleeping on hard ground. 

"Why?" you ask him time and again. "Why follow me? Why make me your purpose?"

He looks at you over the fire, a small, slanted smile on his face.

"Why do you think?"

You can't quite manage to puzzle it out, though anyone who sees him at your side can almost immediately tell.

Eventually, you settle down. A broken down old cottage at the edge of the woods. A place the villagers are all too glad to hand over. Better you than the vines, even if your eyes do frighten them.

An ex-warrior yandere who fixes the cottage for you, brick by brick. Who cleans out the overgrown garden and trades his labour to buy you seeds. Violets and lilacs and daffodils. Mint and thyme. All the plants you told him you missed the most when you were locked away.

An ex-warrior yandere who spends his evenings sitting next to you at the hearth, not speaking much, just resting his head on your knees and carving wood. Thinking how lucky he is to have this bit of quiet. That all the years of war and captivity were well worth the price if it means having you.

An ex-warrior yandere who slowly heals the broken parts inside you. Who teaches you to watch the sky and the path of the birds. Who teaches you to breathe deep when the nightmares come. Who sits awake with you when you're too afraid of your past to sleep.

An ex-warrior yandere who tells people in the village that you're his wife, even though you've never even kissed. When you ask him about it, he just shrugs his massive shoulders and says it's safer that way. And it's only the trees that know the truth - he calls you his wife because he likes the way it sounds.

For a while, things are good. You tend your herbs and make your tinctures. For a while, he believes he's put his sword behind him for good.

But your past follows you. The angry lover who called you a spy, maybe. Or a lord who isn't satisfied that his secrets are safe with you still around. Whatever the case, they come at night. Watch you, wait for their chance.

You don't notice them, too focused on your brews and potions.

But he does.

When evening comes, he picks up his wood ax and tells you he wants to bring back a few more branches for the night.

"But we've got plenty. And it's dark."

He smiles then, warmed by your concern.

"I won't be gone long, dove. Just a short walk. Keep the food warm for me."

And it is indeed a short walk. He catches them by surprise, awfully quiet for such a big man. They don't even have time to scream or grab their swords before he's cut them all down.

An ex-warrior yandere who wipes the blood off his face and inspects the blade of his ax.

"Ruined," he sighs. "She'll give me hell for it, I hope you know that."

The cooling corpses have no reply.

An ex-warrior yandere who returns home with a stack of firewood and a bunch of wildflowers.

You take them from him and breathe in their perfume.

"Lovely. Thank you."

That makes him smile again. Look at you, saying thank you. Accepting his gifts. It's been a long road to get here. If he closes his eyes he can still see you on that first day, too bitter and angry to even say please.

The flowers fill your whole cottage with their wild mountain smell, and you don't notice the faint trace of blood underneath the perfume. And if he has his way, you never will.

An ex-warrior yandere who swears off his old life. Who swears off violence and death and blood. Unless it comes to you.

He'll burn villages to ash for you. Cut so many throats he can drink the blood like water. He's a good man, but for you he'll throw it all away.

And those who are stupid enough to try it? To hurt the only good thing he's ever had?

Well, they find out awfully quickly exactly what happened to the Butcher of Brostick. They learn awfully fast that a man can change his name, but it's a much harder thing to change his nature.

An ex-warrior yandere who is the kindest, sweetest man you've ever met. Who doesn't raise his voice or pick fights. Who's always at your side when you need a place to lay your head. Who loves you with the deep, immovable devotion of an oak reaching for the sun.

An ex-warrior yandere who always washes the blood off before he comes home.

[pshaven]

sensitive jake who overstims himself for you. he never was bad at sex, it never was a trouble to get his previous partners to reach earth-shattering orgasms. but you give him a run for his money. and cum. (fem!reader) minors dni

"ngh- are y-you close, baby?" jake pants out, his head buried in the nape of your neck. he feels like his whole body is on fire, his hands pawing at every inch of your skin as if he's trying to find some sort of way to ground himself. it always fails.

his hips are stuttering against yours, the skin of his thighs slapping against yours. you're mewling underneath him, your legs wrapped around his torso so that the only thing he's able to do is to be enveloped in your warmth.

"pl-please tell me y-you're close... i-i don't think- oh fuck-" he gasps, his teeth now biting into your skin to muffle his loud moans. how many orgasms has he gone through... three? four? he thinks he's about to pass out.

but he can't. you haven't cum yet.

with what little sanity he has left, his hand travels between your sweaty bodies, finding your clit. your moans get louder, your hands tangling in jake's hair. but he knows you're still nowhere close.

jake's thrusts speed up, his groans breathy and airy as he's almost whining to get you close to your orgasm. everything feels hot, he feels like he's practically melting into you. he can't even look at you anymore, his eyes are squeezed shut at a poor attempt to deprive himself of another orgasm.

"baby, y-you gotta cum soon, okay?" he groans. he knows that his face is probably red hot with embarrassment, needing to beg his girlfriend to cum. his cock is twitching, pulsating in your cunt.

suddenly, he hears the wanton moan, the moan that lets him know that you're close. willing every fiber in his being, he lifts himself from your body, his face no longer buried in your neck. his thrusts pick up with urgency, his finger pinching and playing with your clit.

"fuh- oh fuck, y-you're... i'm going insane," jake mutters out breathily, feeling you clamp down on him like a vice. his thrusts are sloppy, but hard. like he's trying to push through, break you through.

now mumbling out incoherent words, attempting to talk you through it, but it's really him trying to get him to think straight. "c'mon, baby. y'can do it, please, you have to... you need to do cum..." his brows are knitted together, concentrating on you. you you you.

in the midst of his mumbling, your nails dig into his biceps, head thrown back as you cum, shrieking and moaning out his name. "oh...ohmygodohmygod!" you moan, your legs wrapped around his torso only locking him tighter, pressing him closer into you.

with a tense grunt, jake lets out a moan that sounds like he's been holding back for centuries. he cums inside you for the nth time that night, his head dropping down into your shoulder as he catches his breath. he's barely able to hold himself up now, his hands gripping the bedsheets beside you.

"oh. my. god..." you sigh out after basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, but jake's still a panting mess in your neck. jake still definitely had it in him to give girls earth-shattering orgasms.

you pant out through heaved breaths, "do it again."

he's a dead man.

[mieisunki]

getting caught

alt: caught in an intimate moment with enhypen

ot7 x female reader warnings: suggestive (mdni)

masterlist

heeseung:

heeseung is one of the members that won't get embarrassed when the two of you got caught. he is a grown man, and if he wants to have some fun with his girl, he will. you, on the other hand, are mortified.

the guys and their girls (including you) had rented out a beach house for vacation. and of course for a beach vacation, you had to buy some new swimsuits that you kept a surprise from heeseung. you felt his eyes on you the whole time you guys were playing in the water.

after playing, the guys went to play volleyball while the rest of the girls went to grab something to eat. you weren't hungry, so you were resting on one of the lounge chairs. right when you got fully comfortable and thought you were alone, you felt something pull at your swimsuit tie. you startle, smacking away heeseung's hand while he laughed.

"not cool." you grumbled before you laid back down. you could feel heeseung's eyes on you when you closed your eyes.

"you're right baby." he sat down next to you. "but neither is my smoking hot girlfriend for not giving me any attention."

"what are you waiting for?"

heeseung leaned forward at your question, finally kissing you. your hands reached up, raking through his damp hair while his roamed your exposed skin. he pulled away from your lips, moving down to your neck. his hand had just grazed the edge of your swimsuit when someone cleared their voice.

"you two lasted a lot longer than i thought." you jump at the voice, pulling away from heeseung to see jay standing there with the volleyball. you face turned as red as your swimsuit, but heeseung just smirked at his friend.

"can't blame a guy, can you?" jay rolled his eyes at heeseung.

"at least go to your room, you horndog." heeseung let out a huff before standing up. you thought he was going to go back to the guys. but to your shock, he bent down, scooping you in his arms. your let out a yell as you were thrown over his shoulder. his hand slapped your ass as he carried you back to the house.

"we'll be down later." heeseung called out as he opened the back door. "maybe."

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jongseong:

jay, similar to heeseung, will not be embarrassed at all. he will be annoyed at whoever decided to disturb his time with you while you wished the ground would swallow you whole.

jay was in one of the empty studios, trying to figure out a guitar rift when you showed up. he had been waiting to see you all day, so of course he all but threw his guitar before pulling you onto his lap. you straddled his lap as he kissed you like he had been waiting to all day.

"you could say hello first." you smirk as you pull away.

"hi, my pretty girl." he responded to you before kissing you again.

you were more than happy to oblige, kissing him back. his hands rest on your thighs, rubbing soft circles on the exposed skin as your kisses got more heated. he shifted you in his lap, unintentionally grinding you down onto his lap and causing a soft moan to slip past your lips.

the two of you failed to hear the door open. you only knew someone was there when you heard them gasp. you pull away from jay to see jungwon standing there, shocked at what he just walked into. you let out a shocked gasp, hiding your face in jay's shoulder while he glared at jungwon.

"leave."

you heard a small sorry before the door shut. jay wrapped his arms around you as you apologized. "i'm sorry jay. i thought i locked the door."

he would tell you it's okay, more concerned about you than him. you would recover after a few minutes before pulling away and looking at him. you could tell he wanted to continue, but was going to push it just in case you didn't. luckily for him you did, leaning in and kissing him.

"can we continue?" you ask when you pull away. he smiles, nodding his head before kissing your cheek.

"of course, pretty. let's just make sure the door's locked this time."

jaeyun:

jake will be one of the members that would get not necessarily embarrassed for him but for you. he would feel bad for not being careful enough that someone other than him saw you in a compromised position.

the two of you were watching a movie in jake's room. the movie was quickly forgotten, jake in between your open legs as his lips moved heatedly against yours. your legs were wrapped around his waist. your shirt was lifted up, exposing your stomach.

"my gorgeous girl." he mumbled against your lips before he started kissing your neck. his hands were about to push your shirt up more when jake's door opened.

"oh shit. sorry guys." you hear sunghoon's voice, but the door was shut by the time you two looked. jake pulled away from you before running out of the room and yelling at sunghoon for his lack of knocking. once he came back, he had a pout on his face.

"baby, i'm so sorry." he apologized profusely. "i thought i locked the door. i always make sure i do."

"it's okay jake."

you watch him as he triple checked the handle to make sure the door was locked before continuing his apology. "i don't know what happened. i promise it won't happen again."

"hey jake?"

"yes?" he turned to look at you. you were still laying in the same position as before. you motioned to him with your hand.

"shut up and come kiss me."

sunghoon:

sunghoon is another member who not going to be embarrassed about getting caught. he will be similar to jake and get upset if someone saw you in a compromised position that only he was allowed to see.

it was late. the two of you had just finished dinner with the rest of the guys and were laying in bed. all it took was one comment from you for you to end up on top of him, lips pressed to his. his hands were resting on your hips- tracing circles on the exposed skin.

you had just sat up, sunghoon removing your shirt and leaving you in your bra, before kissing down sunghoon's neck. you grinded down on him causing a groan to slip past his lips when all of a sudden you were on your side. you didn't see jake open the door to sunghoon's bedroom, but he did. he pulled the blanket over you before blocking you completely from jake's view.

"do you know how to fucking knock?"

you peak around to see a red faced jake standing there. "sorry man. we were going to get ice cream and wanted to see if you two wanted any."

"clearly not."

"right." jake nodded before leaving. "sorry, yn."

"don't talk to her."

sunghoon quickly got up, pushing jake out of the room before slamming (and locking) the door. you sat up, blanket falling away from you as you watch your clearly upset boyfriend.

"i'm sorry, baby." he apologized as he made his way back to bed. "i thought i locked the door."

"its okay, hoon." you smile before reaching up and unhooking your bra before throwing it at him. "you can just make it up to me the rest of the night."

seonwoo:

this poor baby is going to be so embarrassed. he's never going to be able to face his members again. the two of you really didn't mean to. you were hanging out at the dorms, and sunoo said that all of his other members were out, leaving just you two.

it started out pg. the two of you were baking because sunoo said he wanted to try out this new cookie recipe. the cookies just went into the oven, and you were cleaning up the mess. the only issue is that sunoo looked way too good while washing dishes.

"it should be illegal for someone to look this good while washing dishes." sunoo laughed at your 'complaint.' he leaned over, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"it should be illegal for you to wear that dress, but you don't see me complaining." once sunoo had dried his hands, he pulled you into a hug- letting his hands drift to your ass and squeezing.

that was how you ended up pressed up against the counter. sunoo's lips had just left yours and were trailing heated kisses down your neck. your hands drifted in his hair, pulling slightly when he sucked a mark on your neck.

"really guys? the kitchen?" the two of you jumped when you heard riki's voice. you see him looking at the two of you with an amused look. "can't even get some water in peace around here."

you smile while apologizing, not really reacting to him catching you. sunoo, on the other hand, kept his head in your neck, refusing to look at riki while mumbling how he was never going to live this down. "i blame you for this."

"me?" you laughed, pulling away from him to get the cookies when the timer went off.

"yes you! why do you always have to look so good?" he exclaimed.

"if i look so good, can we continue what we started?" you look over at sunoo after you set the cookies down. the both of you knew that he never said no to you. he grabbed your hand, pulling you close to him.

"of course we can. just in the privacy of my room."

jungwon:

jungwon is going to be very similar to sunoo in the fact that he is going to be very embarrassed. you don't even get a chance to be embarrassed due to how embarrassed jungwon is. though he does recover faster than sunoo.

his group dance practice had ended, and he was alone in the practice room working on a solo dance. you were sitting against the mirror, holding the phone steady while recording him. your boyfriend always looked good while dancing, and today was no exception.

the song had just ended, and you stood up before handing jungwon the phone. he smiled at you before kissing you softly. "thanks for filming."

"of course." you smile, standing on your toes to kiss him again. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. your arms snaked around his neck as the kiss got more heated.

he pushes you backward against the mirror before his your lips leave his. he tilts his head as you kiss down his neck. his hands squeeze your waist when you kisses a sensitive area.

"oh!" the two of you jump when you heard sunoo. his face was just as red as jungwon's as he walked over to his bag. "sorry guys. i forgot my bag."

after he grabbed the bag, he quickly ran out of the room. you stifle a laugh as your clearly embarrassed boyfriend pulled you into his arms. "are you finished? or did you want to run through the dance one more time?"

"actually, there is one more thing i want to do." he mumbled as he pulled away. you fully expected him to go back to his phone to restart the song to dance to again. instead, he turned on some random playlist before locking the door. as soon as he turn to you with a smirk, you knew exactly what he wanted to do.

"and what do you want to do?"

he motioned his head for you to come to him. "you'll have to come here and find out."

riki:

riki will try so hard to be nonchalant. he will pretend like he's not the embarrassed boy you know he is. it will last until the member leaves before he's burying his face in your neck while wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

the two of you were in the living room. the rest of the guys were scattered off doing who knows what. you were sitting in between riki's legs while the two of you played a game on the tv. you had just let out a groan when riki won at the last second. he laughed in victory as his arms tightened around you.

"another win for me."

"shut up." you grumble pushing him away from you. he tightened his arms around you. "dude, lighten your grip. i can't breathe."

"i will if you give me a kiss."

you tilt your head up, puckering your lips for him. he smiled before leaning down and kissing you. his hands drops the controller before he cups your cheeks. you smile as you pull away.

"i love you."

he smiles, pulling you into another kiss. "i love you too baby."

"what do we have here?" the two of you pull apart to see heeseung smiling at you two. "on our couch? we sit here, you know."

"how many times have we caught you and your girl on this said couch?" riki questioned with a raised eyebrow while he tried to keep his composure, but the tips of his hears turned red from embarrassment.

"touché." he held up his hands before he left the room. "use protection."

you couldn't help but laugh at the comment. riki let out a groan before hiding his face in your neck. you brush off his embarrassment, picking up the controller once again. "i want a rematch."

"no."

"no? you scared i'll win?" you question with a smirk. he lifts up his head, resting it on your shoulder. all it took was one look from him to understand what he wanted. "you want to keep going, don't you?"

"maybe." he mumbled. you let out a sigh as you pull away from him.

"come on."